DuckTales the Movie: Treasure of the Lost Lamp Page #2

know the real treasure you have found.

Farewell.

I knew that weasel's prices

were too good to be true.

What are we gonna do?

- Cut the ropes, lads.

- Hurry, Louie.

Get away! Shoo!

It's turtle time.

Forward, ho!

Reverse, ho!

If you don't stop crashing,

I'll give you the heave-ho.

Do you hear something?

Quick,

let's turn this over and make a boat.

Hurry, Uncle Scrooge.

Here, Webby, you take this.

Come on!

It's here, master. I saw it. Wait till

you see it. You will be pleased as pop.

Well? Where is it?

- I do not understand. It must be here.

- You have it, don't you?

- Where is the lamp?

- They must have it. They must.

Those dirty thieves.

And such sweet children.

I ask you, what is the world coming to?

You let them steal it from you,

you pathetic pickpocket.

Don't worry. I will help get it back.

No trouble, you bet, here I come.

Yes, right behind you.

I mean, don't wait, Dijon is on the way.

Mamma!

I'd sure like to know where this leads.

- I'm not so sure you do.

- Boy, are we in trouble.

Either the water is getting higher

or the roof is getting lower.

What a ride.

Yeah. I wouldn't mind doing it again.

Now that I know you can live through it.

At least we're all OK.

Speak for yourself.

I just lost the treasure of the century.

Here, Uncle Scrooge. You can have this

back if it'll make you feel better.

That's all right, dear.

It took me 40 years to find that treasure

and I plan to get it back,

even if it takes another 40.

Hello?

Merlock?

Scrooge?

Where is everybody?

- They have vanished.

- But how?

With the lamp, you fool.

And you will help me get it back,

or their sting will seem like

a tickle compared with mine.

- Duckburg Daily News on line one, sir.

- For what?

I believe they want to ask

what happened with the treasure.

None of your business.

Whenever I get my mind off the treasure,

the press presses me about it again.

- I have some news to cheer you up.

- What's that?

You've finally received your invitation

to the Archaeological Society ball.

I cannot face those old fossils again.

Every year I tell them

"I'll find Collie Baba's treasure."

And every year

I come back empty-handed.

But you did have it for a little while.

- Does everyone have to remind me?

- Sorry.

I can't work, Mrs Featherby.

I'm going home.

- But what about your lunch?

- Sell it.

- Here's the polish, Webbigail.

- Thanks, Grammy.

As soon as I'm done polishing my teapot,

we can have a tea party with my dollies.

- Thanks for the warning.

- Excuse me, ma'am.

But I've been summoned

to pick up Mr McDuck.

Apparently, he's having

another one of his chipper days.

- Oh, dear.

- Maybe we'd better play outside today.

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