Darkwing Duck (1991) s01e44 Episode Script
Twin Beaks
# Daring duck of mystery Champion of right # Swoops out of the shadows Darkwing owns the night # Somewhere some villain schemes But his number's up # Darkwing Duck When there's trouble you call DW # Darkwing Duck # Let's get dangerous # Darkwing Duck # Darkwing, Darkwing Duck # Cloud of smoke and he appears # Master of surprise # Who's that cunning mind behind that shadowy disguise? # Nobody knows for sure But bad guys are out of luck # 'Cause here comes - # Darkwing Duck - # Look out! # When there's trouble you call DW # Darkwing Duck # Let's get dangerous # Darkwing Duck # Better watch out, you bad boys # Darkwing Duck # I gotta get out of here! This is no place for plants.
There's no light, my leaves are drooping, no Oh! Look at this! I think I have leaf lice! Oh, come on! You gotta let me out! I only rob banks for seed money.
You think I was the only vegetable that ever went bad.
- [whirring.]
- Hey, what's going on? - [whirring.]
- [gasps.]
Launchpad! Would you mind paying a bit more attention to your flying? I'd like to meet with the warden while I'm still among the living.
Sorry, DW.
Say, did you know some police departments use psychic powers to solve crimes? Just what kind of tripe are you reading? The latest in the Incredibly Large and Weird Books for Your Coffee Table, Ugh! Launchpad, there is no easy way to solve a crime.
Just logic, deduction and a thorough compiling of clues.
Yep, yep.
That's how I locked Bushroot away in the first place.
Gee, I thought it was because he tried hiding in the back of a police car.
Guh just land the plane.
The warden's waiting for us.
No tricks, Bushroot.
This gun is loaded with industrial strength weed killer.
One move and you're compost.
Well, he hadn't moved in two weeks.
- That's why we called you.
- Oh.
Right.
Stand back while I collect my clues.
OK, hair wilted.
Complexion: dry and brown.
No pulse.
Of course, that's normal for a vegetable.
Warden, the facts point to one unarguable conclusion: Bushroot, scourge of the plant kingdom, is dead.
- Shouldn't we check his aura? - What's he doing? Excuse my sidekick.
His brain seems to be having an out of body experience.
Nah, that's in chapter ten.
I'm trying to connect with the powers of my subconscious mind.
- Launchpad, the facts don't lie.
- Whoa! [Darkwing.]
Bushroot is dead.
Absolutely, positively, without a doubt dead, dead, dead! Except for this vine growing out the window.
- Huh? - Your psychic sense is amazing! Bushroot isn't dead.
He sprouted right through the wall.
Ahem.
Yeah, well, I was just about to deduce that.
This psychic business is fascinating.
How are you at finding lost socks? Well, that's quite a fashion statement for you two.
Who's your designer, King Tut? We're boosting our psychic senses with pyramid power.
Yeah! If I can read my teacher's mind, I'll never have to study for tests.
Really? Why don't you try reading my mind? Um, gee, guess I better get upstairs and start my homework.
You see that? The hat's working already.
Launchpad, it was just luck that you found that vine.
You better get the door.
And now you've got Gosalyn believing in that nonsense.
- [doorbell rings.]
- I'll get the door.
Hello, Honker.
What did you? - Mr.
Mallard, you gotta help me.
- What? What? It's my family.
They've been acting really weird.
I hope it's not contagious.
Honker, "weird" is a relative term.
And after all, your relatives are Muddlefoots.
- No offense.
- Dad! He's being serious.
- What happened, Honk? - They - They all disappeared.
- One can only hope.
Whoa! Looks like Binkie's a little behind in the house work.
[Honker.]
Well, Mom's been gardening.
- [Darkwing.]
Inside the house? - Wow! This much dirt makes even my room seem clean.
[chuckles.]
Let's not go crazy.
All right, spread out.
The precision mind of Darkwing Duck needs clues to feed on.
I'll check for auras.
[laughs.]
"I'll go check for auras.
" Right.
Whoa! Whoa! Some cabbage.
[laughs.]
This baby could keep me in cole slaw for a month.
My aunt Trudi sent it.
That's when Mom started gardening.
Ugh.
I can't get near it.
It gives me hives.
Herb hasn't been gone long.
The set's still warm.
Hey, there's a tape in the VCR.
Moisten your mulch frequently, But be sure to take precautions against that pesky mildew, Gardening with Gerdie, Hmm.
Sounds a little intellectual for Herb.
Look! She's got some of those weird cabbages.
Ah! Stop the tape.
Look in the shrubbery behind her.
[gasps.]
It's not some of that pesky mildew, is it? No.
But you're close.
[all.]
Bushroot! Once again, the brilliant Darkwing Duck solves the case - with logic, analysis and deduction.
- How so? Isn't it obvious? Bushroot escapes from prison, kidnaps the Muddlefoots and forces them to grow mutant cabbages.
- Why? - Why? Because he has to with the beak I better get more clues.
Aw, don't worry, Honk man.
With this dousing rod, I'll find your folks in a jiffy.
Oh, please.
Just hold up the map for me and here we go! Ignore Mr.
Alacazam.
The tape's box will tell us where the show was made.
Which is where those cabbage monstrosities must have come from.
Now that's deduction.
You're right.
This says the show was taped in the town of [both.]
Twin Beaks.
[Gosalyn.]
Weird.
[mooing.]
Well, there's Twin Beaks.
Guess it's time to put on a blindfold.
- [all scream.]
- I don't want my subconscious - distracted by anything I see.
- Like those trees? - [all scream.]
- [crashing.]
Major league impressive.
That was your smoothest landing ever.
Amazing! Maybe there is something to that subconscious brain of yours! [crashing.]
[Darkwing.]
Or maybe not.
- [cow moos.]
- [rooster crows.]
Well, we can't be too lost.
Sounds like there's a farm near here.
[scoffs.]
With Duck Skywalker here using the power of the farce, it's a wonder we managed to land on the same planet.
No more subconscious hocus pocus, Launchpad.
Launchpad? Launchpad! There he is.
Launchpad! We have a case to solve.
Will you quit wandering off? [mooing.]
The cows are not what they seem.
- Weird.
- Even for Launchpad.
OK, Twin Beaks is a quarter mile up the road.
Take a left at the light and stop at Trudi's Diner.
She makes a great pie and darn good coffee.
Ooh, did the nice cow tell you all that? [laughing.]
Don't be silly, DW.
This log gave me the directions.
The cow just warned us not to order the coffee.
Yeah.
Well, this is the place the log recommends.
Great.
I'll bet all the classiest timber eats here.
[Launchpad.]
Well, it looks popular with the salad crowd.
I told you this was the source of those things.
I'm positive that Bushroot is behind it all! - Oh, what? - His plan to take over the scheme and the bad stuff.
Whatever! I just need a few more clues to sort it out.
- The log thinks Bushroot is innocent.
- Well, of course it does.
It's a plant! Sort of.
Oh, great.
Now he has me debating with kindling.
[woman.]
Well May I help you? Why, Honker.
What are you doing here with these folks? Um, hello Aunt Trudi.
This is Darkwing Duck.
- He's helping me find my parents.
- [Trudi.]
Why, you silly.
They're out back.
They came up to help with the harvest.
Well, that's Binkie for you.
She must have just forgotten him.
Mom? Dad? Hiya, Honk.
Sorry about leaving you back home.
Sure am glad you could make it.
[Binkie.]
Oh, yes! We really couldn't have a harvest without you.
[echoing laughter.]
[mooing.]
[Launchpad.]
I'm getting bad vibrations about this town, DW.
Something strange is going on here.
No, strange is learning your wife is an Elvis impersonator from the Bermuda Triangle.
This place is downright bizarre.
Oh, I don't think so at all.
It's just that this town feels particularly close to their plants.
[slurps, spits, coughs.]
I can tell.
This coffee tastes like fertilizer.
Ha! Maybe next time you'll listen to the cows.
[all.]
Cows! [screaming.]
Cows? Why would cows scare them? [gasps.]
I've got it! Cows make milk.
Milk goes bad.
The coffee is bad.
Bushroot's bad.
You see? It all connects! Oh! But the log says Bushroot is innocent.
You expect me to take the word of an obvious plant sympathizer? Well, logic and deduction aren't working.
[slurping.]
Besides, the log was right about finding this place.
Oh, yeah? Well, it was wrong about the coffee.
Even the stupid cows got that right.
There is no way I'm wasting my valuable time following some log into the woods.
- [mooing.]
- [Darkwing.]
OK.
I'm only going along so that you'll see how stupid this all is and drop this subconscious mumbo jumbo.
Bushroot is behind it.
And I'm the one who's going to find [crashing.]
- [coughs.]
See? - [Launchpad.]
It is Bushroot.
- He He's dead! - Again.
Guess that blows your swell theory about him, huh, Dad? Well, have fun.
I'm gonna check on Honker.
What? Aren't you just a bit curious as to why a mutant plant breaks out of prison and ends up wrapped in plastic? How else do you keep vegetables fresh? Right.
LP, I never thought I'd say this, but I have a few questions to ask your log.
[rustling.]
Ah! Oh! Where have you been, anyway? [laughs.]
Helping my parents with the harvest of these neat cabbages.
- See? - [Honker.]
Gosalyn, run! - Honker? - Too late, short stuff.
Who are you calling short? Come on, Honk! Those are alien plant invaders who want to replace everyone on Earth.
[panting.]
Gee, that plot doesn't sound so cliché when it's happening to you.
Oh, no! But DW, what happened to using logic and deduction? Logic, deduction? Ha! Mere crutches for unenlightened minds.
I am going to let my subconscious mind solve the mystery.
Ooh! You mean just like I landed the Thunderquack.
Hardly.
This is entirely different.
Oh! [bird chirping.]
Whoa! I must be dreaming! Yes.
That is the perfect way to watch the subconscious mind work.
Well, I'll just sit back and enjoy the show.
[screams.]
[rumbling.]
The cows are not what they seem.
What cows? [cackling.]
Look what they did to me.
Who did what? What did? What? [Bushroot.]
No! They'll never take me alive! [laughing.]
Talk about a nightmare! You should have listened to us, DW.
[screaming.]
Wait! [roaring.]
[snoring, sputtering.]
Oh! Oh, that was a big help.
It's all clear now.
About as clear as a tax form.
"The cows are not what they seem.
" What the heck is that supposed to mean? Why don't you ask her? Greetings, Earth duck.
[sputtering.]
I'll admit I'm awake.
- I've just gone crazy.
- Come on, Dad.
It's not that complicated.
Cabbages from outer space are duplicating everybody in the world so they can take over the planet, and this cow, who's really an alien, has come here to recapture 'em.
Just deal with it.
I come from the planet Larson on the far side of the galaxy.
We have been in telepathic contact with some of the simpler-brained life forms of your planet.
Yep! She said I had more space in my brain than anyone else.
[chuckles.]
We used him to bring you here while the plant creature spied on the enemy.
- Plant creature? - [humming.]
Whoa! This guy's harder to kill than crabgrass.
Bushroot is helping you? Hey, I may be a mutant plant-duck, sure.
But I'm an Earth mutant plant-duck.
As champions of Earth, we are depending on you to detain the enemy until we arrive with reinforcements.
Arrive? Aren't you already here? Get with the space age, Dad.
That was a holographic transmission.
Of course.
[giggles.]
And I thought I was confused when I didn't know what was going on.
Come, come, come, come.
We mustn't be late.
No.
They're already shipping out the harvest.
How are we gonna stall 'em, Dad? Stall? Ha! I say we scare those cabbage heads back to where they came from.
Let's get dangerous.
Well, here you go.
Want that plain or extra fish meal? It slices, it dices! It can turn a bushel of cabbage into gallons of crispy cole slaw.
Seconds, anyone? Well, seems like all the little scutters are aboard.
Yes! By this time tomorrow, St.
Canard will be the produce center of the galaxy.
[panting.]
Say, neighbors.
You better get that crop back to the barn.
There's a swarm of flying cabbage beetles headed this way.
There's no such thing.
When you need plague and pestilence, I'm your duck.
You seal up the buses, I'll go check on Honk.
[clicking.]
- How's it going, Honk.
Is it ready? - Almost.
Pour in that cup of vinegar.
So you little spuds thought you could blow our cover.
Give it to 'em, Honk! Honk? You gotta do it.
But my mom! [Gosalyn.]
Those things aren't your parents! Come on, kids.
It's time to leave! [both.]
Ew! Keen gear, Honk.
What is that stuff, weed killer? [blows.]
Nope.
Salad dressing.
We're not gonna let those aliens give vegetables a bad name, are we? [all squeaking.]
All right, then.
Corn stalks, lend me your ears! All right, now listen.
Don't shoot until you see the pollen in their petals.
- Fire! - [machine gunfire.]
Ha! No one's gonna call us a bunch of pansies.
Oh.
Sorry, guys.
These aliens may be big weeds in the galactic garden, but they're no match for Darkwing Duck! On the contrary.
- Perfect match.
- Take 'em, Honker.
Hey! Never send a duck to do a plant's job.
Ready, boys? Forget it, shrub! Whiff weed killer, Earth plant.
[coughing.]
No more fooling around.
Turn them to mulch! [cheering.]
[yawning.]
Your parents will revive soon, along with the rest of the townspeople.
You know, we are very sorry this happened.
A radiation leak on a farm colony created these mutations.
Our food was never meant to become intelligent.
Food? You eat them? [stammering.]
That's barbaric! You know, I don't often agree with Twiggy here, but after all this, it does seem kind of gross.
Really? And when's the last time you had a steak sandwich? Actually, I'm more of a peanut butter and jelly man, myself.
Fortunately, we were in time.
If even one of the cabbages escaped, it would have been disastrous.
Being the world's only mutant plant-duck is a lonely job.
But not anymore! Come on, baby! There's a whole planet out there to show ya! [mooing.]
There's no light, my leaves are drooping, no Oh! Look at this! I think I have leaf lice! Oh, come on! You gotta let me out! I only rob banks for seed money.
You think I was the only vegetable that ever went bad.
- [whirring.]
- Hey, what's going on? - [whirring.]
- [gasps.]
Launchpad! Would you mind paying a bit more attention to your flying? I'd like to meet with the warden while I'm still among the living.
Sorry, DW.
Say, did you know some police departments use psychic powers to solve crimes? Just what kind of tripe are you reading? The latest in the Incredibly Large and Weird Books for Your Coffee Table, Ugh! Launchpad, there is no easy way to solve a crime.
Just logic, deduction and a thorough compiling of clues.
Yep, yep.
That's how I locked Bushroot away in the first place.
Gee, I thought it was because he tried hiding in the back of a police car.
Guh just land the plane.
The warden's waiting for us.
No tricks, Bushroot.
This gun is loaded with industrial strength weed killer.
One move and you're compost.
Well, he hadn't moved in two weeks.
- That's why we called you.
- Oh.
Right.
Stand back while I collect my clues.
OK, hair wilted.
Complexion: dry and brown.
No pulse.
Of course, that's normal for a vegetable.
Warden, the facts point to one unarguable conclusion: Bushroot, scourge of the plant kingdom, is dead.
- Shouldn't we check his aura? - What's he doing? Excuse my sidekick.
His brain seems to be having an out of body experience.
Nah, that's in chapter ten.
I'm trying to connect with the powers of my subconscious mind.
- Launchpad, the facts don't lie.
- Whoa! [Darkwing.]
Bushroot is dead.
Absolutely, positively, without a doubt dead, dead, dead! Except for this vine growing out the window.
- Huh? - Your psychic sense is amazing! Bushroot isn't dead.
He sprouted right through the wall.
Ahem.
Yeah, well, I was just about to deduce that.
This psychic business is fascinating.
How are you at finding lost socks? Well, that's quite a fashion statement for you two.
Who's your designer, King Tut? We're boosting our psychic senses with pyramid power.
Yeah! If I can read my teacher's mind, I'll never have to study for tests.
Really? Why don't you try reading my mind? Um, gee, guess I better get upstairs and start my homework.
You see that? The hat's working already.
Launchpad, it was just luck that you found that vine.
You better get the door.
And now you've got Gosalyn believing in that nonsense.
- [doorbell rings.]
- I'll get the door.
Hello, Honker.
What did you? - Mr.
Mallard, you gotta help me.
- What? What? It's my family.
They've been acting really weird.
I hope it's not contagious.
Honker, "weird" is a relative term.
And after all, your relatives are Muddlefoots.
- No offense.
- Dad! He's being serious.
- What happened, Honk? - They - They all disappeared.
- One can only hope.
Whoa! Looks like Binkie's a little behind in the house work.
[Honker.]
Well, Mom's been gardening.
- [Darkwing.]
Inside the house? - Wow! This much dirt makes even my room seem clean.
[chuckles.]
Let's not go crazy.
All right, spread out.
The precision mind of Darkwing Duck needs clues to feed on.
I'll check for auras.
[laughs.]
"I'll go check for auras.
" Right.
Whoa! Whoa! Some cabbage.
[laughs.]
This baby could keep me in cole slaw for a month.
My aunt Trudi sent it.
That's when Mom started gardening.
Ugh.
I can't get near it.
It gives me hives.
Herb hasn't been gone long.
The set's still warm.
Hey, there's a tape in the VCR.
Moisten your mulch frequently, But be sure to take precautions against that pesky mildew, Gardening with Gerdie, Hmm.
Sounds a little intellectual for Herb.
Look! She's got some of those weird cabbages.
Ah! Stop the tape.
Look in the shrubbery behind her.
[gasps.]
It's not some of that pesky mildew, is it? No.
But you're close.
[all.]
Bushroot! Once again, the brilliant Darkwing Duck solves the case - with logic, analysis and deduction.
- How so? Isn't it obvious? Bushroot escapes from prison, kidnaps the Muddlefoots and forces them to grow mutant cabbages.
- Why? - Why? Because he has to with the beak I better get more clues.
Aw, don't worry, Honk man.
With this dousing rod, I'll find your folks in a jiffy.
Oh, please.
Just hold up the map for me and here we go! Ignore Mr.
Alacazam.
The tape's box will tell us where the show was made.
Which is where those cabbage monstrosities must have come from.
Now that's deduction.
You're right.
This says the show was taped in the town of [both.]
Twin Beaks.
[Gosalyn.]
Weird.
[mooing.]
Well, there's Twin Beaks.
Guess it's time to put on a blindfold.
- [all scream.]
- I don't want my subconscious - distracted by anything I see.
- Like those trees? - [all scream.]
- [crashing.]
Major league impressive.
That was your smoothest landing ever.
Amazing! Maybe there is something to that subconscious brain of yours! [crashing.]
[Darkwing.]
Or maybe not.
- [cow moos.]
- [rooster crows.]
Well, we can't be too lost.
Sounds like there's a farm near here.
[scoffs.]
With Duck Skywalker here using the power of the farce, it's a wonder we managed to land on the same planet.
No more subconscious hocus pocus, Launchpad.
Launchpad? Launchpad! There he is.
Launchpad! We have a case to solve.
Will you quit wandering off? [mooing.]
The cows are not what they seem.
- Weird.
- Even for Launchpad.
OK, Twin Beaks is a quarter mile up the road.
Take a left at the light and stop at Trudi's Diner.
She makes a great pie and darn good coffee.
Ooh, did the nice cow tell you all that? [laughing.]
Don't be silly, DW.
This log gave me the directions.
The cow just warned us not to order the coffee.
Yeah.
Well, this is the place the log recommends.
Great.
I'll bet all the classiest timber eats here.
[Launchpad.]
Well, it looks popular with the salad crowd.
I told you this was the source of those things.
I'm positive that Bushroot is behind it all! - Oh, what? - His plan to take over the scheme and the bad stuff.
Whatever! I just need a few more clues to sort it out.
- The log thinks Bushroot is innocent.
- Well, of course it does.
It's a plant! Sort of.
Oh, great.
Now he has me debating with kindling.
[woman.]
Well May I help you? Why, Honker.
What are you doing here with these folks? Um, hello Aunt Trudi.
This is Darkwing Duck.
- He's helping me find my parents.
- [Trudi.]
Why, you silly.
They're out back.
They came up to help with the harvest.
Well, that's Binkie for you.
She must have just forgotten him.
Mom? Dad? Hiya, Honk.
Sorry about leaving you back home.
Sure am glad you could make it.
[Binkie.]
Oh, yes! We really couldn't have a harvest without you.
[echoing laughter.]
[mooing.]
[Launchpad.]
I'm getting bad vibrations about this town, DW.
Something strange is going on here.
No, strange is learning your wife is an Elvis impersonator from the Bermuda Triangle.
This place is downright bizarre.
Oh, I don't think so at all.
It's just that this town feels particularly close to their plants.
[slurps, spits, coughs.]
I can tell.
This coffee tastes like fertilizer.
Ha! Maybe next time you'll listen to the cows.
[all.]
Cows! [screaming.]
Cows? Why would cows scare them? [gasps.]
I've got it! Cows make milk.
Milk goes bad.
The coffee is bad.
Bushroot's bad.
You see? It all connects! Oh! But the log says Bushroot is innocent.
You expect me to take the word of an obvious plant sympathizer? Well, logic and deduction aren't working.
[slurping.]
Besides, the log was right about finding this place.
Oh, yeah? Well, it was wrong about the coffee.
Even the stupid cows got that right.
There is no way I'm wasting my valuable time following some log into the woods.
- [mooing.]
- [Darkwing.]
OK.
I'm only going along so that you'll see how stupid this all is and drop this subconscious mumbo jumbo.
Bushroot is behind it.
And I'm the one who's going to find [crashing.]
- [coughs.]
See? - [Launchpad.]
It is Bushroot.
- He He's dead! - Again.
Guess that blows your swell theory about him, huh, Dad? Well, have fun.
I'm gonna check on Honker.
What? Aren't you just a bit curious as to why a mutant plant breaks out of prison and ends up wrapped in plastic? How else do you keep vegetables fresh? Right.
LP, I never thought I'd say this, but I have a few questions to ask your log.
[rustling.]
Ah! Oh! Where have you been, anyway? [laughs.]
Helping my parents with the harvest of these neat cabbages.
- See? - [Honker.]
Gosalyn, run! - Honker? - Too late, short stuff.
Who are you calling short? Come on, Honk! Those are alien plant invaders who want to replace everyone on Earth.
[panting.]
Gee, that plot doesn't sound so cliché when it's happening to you.
Oh, no! But DW, what happened to using logic and deduction? Logic, deduction? Ha! Mere crutches for unenlightened minds.
I am going to let my subconscious mind solve the mystery.
Ooh! You mean just like I landed the Thunderquack.
Hardly.
This is entirely different.
Oh! [bird chirping.]
Whoa! I must be dreaming! Yes.
That is the perfect way to watch the subconscious mind work.
Well, I'll just sit back and enjoy the show.
[screams.]
[rumbling.]
The cows are not what they seem.
What cows? [cackling.]
Look what they did to me.
Who did what? What did? What? [Bushroot.]
No! They'll never take me alive! [laughing.]
Talk about a nightmare! You should have listened to us, DW.
[screaming.]
Wait! [roaring.]
[snoring, sputtering.]
Oh! Oh, that was a big help.
It's all clear now.
About as clear as a tax form.
"The cows are not what they seem.
" What the heck is that supposed to mean? Why don't you ask her? Greetings, Earth duck.
[sputtering.]
I'll admit I'm awake.
- I've just gone crazy.
- Come on, Dad.
It's not that complicated.
Cabbages from outer space are duplicating everybody in the world so they can take over the planet, and this cow, who's really an alien, has come here to recapture 'em.
Just deal with it.
I come from the planet Larson on the far side of the galaxy.
We have been in telepathic contact with some of the simpler-brained life forms of your planet.
Yep! She said I had more space in my brain than anyone else.
[chuckles.]
We used him to bring you here while the plant creature spied on the enemy.
- Plant creature? - [humming.]
Whoa! This guy's harder to kill than crabgrass.
Bushroot is helping you? Hey, I may be a mutant plant-duck, sure.
But I'm an Earth mutant plant-duck.
As champions of Earth, we are depending on you to detain the enemy until we arrive with reinforcements.
Arrive? Aren't you already here? Get with the space age, Dad.
That was a holographic transmission.
Of course.
[giggles.]
And I thought I was confused when I didn't know what was going on.
Come, come, come, come.
We mustn't be late.
No.
They're already shipping out the harvest.
How are we gonna stall 'em, Dad? Stall? Ha! I say we scare those cabbage heads back to where they came from.
Let's get dangerous.
Well, here you go.
Want that plain or extra fish meal? It slices, it dices! It can turn a bushel of cabbage into gallons of crispy cole slaw.
Seconds, anyone? Well, seems like all the little scutters are aboard.
Yes! By this time tomorrow, St.
Canard will be the produce center of the galaxy.
[panting.]
Say, neighbors.
You better get that crop back to the barn.
There's a swarm of flying cabbage beetles headed this way.
There's no such thing.
When you need plague and pestilence, I'm your duck.
You seal up the buses, I'll go check on Honk.
[clicking.]
- How's it going, Honk.
Is it ready? - Almost.
Pour in that cup of vinegar.
So you little spuds thought you could blow our cover.
Give it to 'em, Honk! Honk? You gotta do it.
But my mom! [Gosalyn.]
Those things aren't your parents! Come on, kids.
It's time to leave! [both.]
Ew! Keen gear, Honk.
What is that stuff, weed killer? [blows.]
Nope.
Salad dressing.
We're not gonna let those aliens give vegetables a bad name, are we? [all squeaking.]
All right, then.
Corn stalks, lend me your ears! All right, now listen.
Don't shoot until you see the pollen in their petals.
- Fire! - [machine gunfire.]
Ha! No one's gonna call us a bunch of pansies.
Oh.
Sorry, guys.
These aliens may be big weeds in the galactic garden, but they're no match for Darkwing Duck! On the contrary.
- Perfect match.
- Take 'em, Honker.
Hey! Never send a duck to do a plant's job.
Ready, boys? Forget it, shrub! Whiff weed killer, Earth plant.
[coughing.]
No more fooling around.
Turn them to mulch! [cheering.]
[yawning.]
Your parents will revive soon, along with the rest of the townspeople.
You know, we are very sorry this happened.
A radiation leak on a farm colony created these mutations.
Our food was never meant to become intelligent.
Food? You eat them? [stammering.]
That's barbaric! You know, I don't often agree with Twiggy here, but after all this, it does seem kind of gross.
Really? And when's the last time you had a steak sandwich? Actually, I'm more of a peanut butter and jelly man, myself.
Fortunately, we were in time.
If even one of the cabbages escaped, it would have been disastrous.
Being the world's only mutant plant-duck is a lonely job.
But not anymore! Come on, baby! There's a whole planet out there to show ya! [mooing.]