Original subtitles

(SIN GIN G) Who's got the sweetest disposition?

One guess, guess who?

Who never, never starts an argument?

WO MAN: Hmm?

Who never shows a bit of temperament?

Who's never wrong but always right?

DONALD: Yeah?

Who'd never dream of starting a fight?

DONALD: That so?

Who gets stuck with all the bad luck? No one...

(DONALD Q UACKIN G AN GRILY)

... but Donald Duck!

DONALD: Yeah!

Howdy! I'm J. J. Fate, fall guy.

My middle name is Jonah and Jinx is in there, too.

Hoodoo fits me like a gloVe, but Fate's my name to you.

You know, there are people

who still insist on blaming me for their accidents.

(SNORING)

For example, my day usually starts like this.

(RINGING)

(SCREAMING)

You can see Mr. Duck is Very punctual.

(DONALD QUACKING A TUNE)

Here comes Daddy!

(QUACKING A TUNE)

The master has arriVed.

Do you want to kill somebody?

Daddy's right.

Somebody could slip and break a leg. Take that outside.

Pick this up! Don't do that!

Put that down! Take that in!

Be careful! Watch where you're going!

Daddy's right.

Mmm-hmm.

What are you trying to do, burn yourself up?

Daddy's right.

Daddy's still right.

He's very careful to avoid accidents around his home.

That's what I like to see.

But when he arrives at work,

oh, he checks in and his mind checks out.

Mr. Duck, don't forget your safety gear.

Ah! Phooey on all that unnecessary equipment.

(EX CLAIMS)

(CRASHING)

(CLANGING)

Where am I?

Strictly nowhere.

NURSE: Mr. Duck, why does everything happen to you?

DONALD: It's fate. That's what it is, fate.

Just listen to him blame me for his carelessness.

Mr. Duck doesn't mean to goof, but everyone knows,

an ounce of prevention is worth a pound of... Hey!

Anyone for cribbage?

(LAUGHING)

At home, Mr. Duck is Old Man Fire Prevention himself.

But... Now he's playing with fire.

Oh, no! Not there, stupid!

See what I mean?

"Think!" That's a good thought.

Keep your thoughts on the job,

or your job might become

a headache.

He really got a bang out of that one.

(LAUGHS)

This maneuVer brings to mind that old Chinese proVerb...

(SPEAKING FAKE CHINESE)

Translation,

(WHISTLES)

Work should have flat concentration from you,

or you may become flat work.

You know, since time began,

man has sought to harness the powers of the universe.

Blending nature's chemicals with those resulting from his own ingenuity,

creating colossal behemoths to benefit mankind,

and tremendous power plants

to funnel the flow of energy to precision machines,

with their symphony of movement and rhythmic beat that keep

man and machine working together as a coordinated team,

turning out production to gladden the heart of... Management?

(QUACKS)

He's not pinning this on me!

Boy, am I hungry!

(GEARS CLANKING)

My lunch! Doggone machine!

(SCREAMING)

Don't throw a monkey wrench in the machine!

(MACHINERY CLANGING)

(EXPLOSION)

Here goes industry's number one bottleneck.

FA TE: Soon through.

(WORK WHISTLE TOOTING)

Oh, boy! Quitting time!

(BELL RINGING)

(BUGLE HERALDING)

FA TE: They're off and running. It's Crimms in the lead.

Hought is second by a head and Williams third.

Going into the clubhouse turn, it's Nichols by a neck. Berg is bolting.

Keddy is third, and Navenhurst.

In the back stretch, it's Kimble closing ground on Carl.

And Tidel coming up on Stormach.

(CLICKING TONGUE)

And on his own time, too.

Well, that's fate.

Oh! What am I saying?