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(THUNDER CRASHING)

(POLICE SIRENS WAILING)

♪ Sometimes some crimes ♪

♪ Go slippin' through the cracks ♪

♪ But these two gumshoes ♪

♪ Are pickin' up the slack ♪

♪ There's no case too big, no case too small ♪

♪ When you need help, just call ♪

♪ Ch-Ch-Ch-Chip 'n Dale's ♪

♪ Rescue Rangers ♪

♪ Ch-Ch-Ch-Chip 'n Dale ♪

♪ When there's danger ♪

♪ No, no, it never fails ♪

♪ 'Cause once they're involved ♪

♪ Somehow whatever's wrong gets solved ♪

♪ Ch-Ch-Ch-Chip 'n Dale ♪

♪ Rescue Rangers ♪

♪ Ch-Ch-Ch-Chip 'n Dale ♪

♪ When there's danger ♪

♪ No, no, it never fails ♪

♪ They'll take the clues ♪

♪ And find the wheres and whys and whos ♪

♪ Ch-Ch-Ch-Chip 'n Dale ♪

♪ Rescue Rangers ♪

♪ Ch-Ch-Ch-Chip 'n Dale ♪

♪ When there's danger ♪

♪ Ch-Ch-Ch-Chip 'n Dale ♪

(OYSTER SNORING)

(DALE YAWNING)

DALE: Oh, let's go home, Chip. I'm bored.

We've been here all night and Fat Cat hasn't

tried to steal that pearl yet.

But, Dale, we know he wants it.

I tell you, he's not coming.

Look, we only have to stay till the restaurant manager gets here.

Well, I'm still bored.

Hey, Chip, your shoe's untied.

(LAUGHING)

You don't wear shoes.

Got you last. Got you last.

Oh.

Good one.

(GASPING) What's that crawling up your back?

What is it, Chip? What is it?

Nothing.

(LAUGHING) Got you last, Dale.

(WHISTLE BLOWING)

Gadget's signal. Someone's coming.

Got company, mateys.

(MUFFLED GROANING)

Behold, my bungling band of do-badders.

In a matter of moments, the world's largest pearl will be mine.

Steady, Rangers.

(CHATTERING)

Coochie-coochie-coo.

(LAUGHING)

(GROANING)

Hold it right there, Fat Cat.

Your pearl-nabbing days are over.

The Rescue Rangers!

But... But how did you learn of my brilliant plan?

It was easy.

One: The world's largest pearl is your kind of target.

GADGET: Two: Our friends at the pier told us

you bought some diving equipment just yesterday.

Three: We found your gang's footprints outside of here, earlier.

They must have been casin' the joint.

And four: Well, you haven't done anything really crummy in a while,

so we figured that you were due.

Rescue Rangers, away!

Bull's-eye. I mean, cheers. Whatever.

Those meddling Rangers.

Hurry up with that pearl.

Eat pine, saphead.

Ye gads!

Reach for Venus, you homely hairball.

I've got you covered.

No, I believe I've got you covered.

(MONTEREY AND ZIPPER MUMBLING)

Snout, take our little friends for a spin.

All right, boss.

(GRUNTING)

(MONTEREY SHOUTING)

Come to Papa, pretty pearl.

Your pearl-nabbing days are over, Fat Cat.

No, let me have him, Chip.

(GASPING) Look out!

Hey!

Suck seaweed, rodent.

(SCREAMING)

Thought you outwitted me, eh?

Then tell me, Refuse Rangers,

who's got the last laugh now?

Golly, guys. It looks like Fat Cat got away this time.

It sure does look that way.

(LAUGHING)

(CHITTERING)

Yeah, our plan worked perfectly.

(LAUGHING)

Old Fat Cat's sure in for a surprise when he gets that pearl home.

(DOOR OPENING)

Uh-oh. Must be the restaurant manager

bringin' back the guard shark.

Rangers, take cover. I'll handle this.

Oh, thank you.

MANAGER: Did the nice dentist make your teeth

all pointy-whitey, my finny friend?

Now hop into the tank and guard Daddums' pearl.

GADGET: Thunderama!

Nobody'll get near that oyster now.

Soon the whole town will turn out to see my pearl, Snoogums.

And with you here, I know it'll be safey-wafey.

(LAUGHING)

Case closed, Rangers. Let's go home.

DALE: (GIGGLING) Got you last, Chip. Got you last.

Will you stop with your stupid jokes?

Let's just get the Wing unloaded.

All right, but I got you last!

Say, Dale, betcha I can read your mind.

Ha! I can't even read my mind but go ahead and try.

If I do, you have to unload the Ranger Wing, okay?

Right. Now, think of a number between one and three.

Uh...

Okay, got it.

Your number is... is two.

Hey, you're right.

Naturally.

Now start unpacking.

Oh, and by the way, Dale, got you last.

(GIGGLING)

Say, two was the only number. Tricks don't count, Chip.

Unless, of course, I can trick him.

MOLE: This pearl sure is pretty, boss.

Hey, look how funny I look.

Oh, let me try it, Mole.

FAT CAT: My pearl!

MEPS: Sorry, boss.

I only wanted to see how silly my face looked.

Then look in a mirror, Meps.

You might have damaged my...

(GASPING)

There are holes in my pearl. Wait a minute.

Pearls don't come with holes but bowling balls do!

Those Rescue Rangers must've pulled a joke on us, boss.

So, they're feeling funny, eh?

Well, two can play this paltry game.

We're going back to get the real pearl, boys.

But, boss, that guard shark's probably there by now

and he can chew through concrete.

Yeah, how're we gonna get past him?

Simple. Get me a Rescue Ranger.

(CRASHING)

(EXCLAIMING)

Strike.

Just the thing for Gadget's workshop. She'll go nuts.

- Hey, Dale, watch where you're going. - Shh!

I'm concentrating on my super-special, mystical-type mental powers.

Mental powers? You? Give me a break.

No, really. I can move things with my mind.

Yeah, if you hit them with your head.

I'll prove it. How would you like a snack?

Uh. Okay. I'd like a walnut.

How about a banana?

No, I'd rather have a...

Oof!

Well, enjoy.

What? But how... How'd you do that?

It's all in the mind, Chip. Bye-bye.

Dale, get back here.

Chip.

Galloping gorillas!

What's with the tropical barbells?

Oh, Dale's trying to pull a gag on me, I think.

He claims he has mystical powers.

Oh, careful, Chipperoo. It might be true.

I've seen a lot of weird things in my travels.

He's right, Chip. There are lots of things

science can't explain.

R-R-Really?

Yeah, like how this banana managed to grow a wire in it.

A wire? So it was a joke.

(LAUGHING) This one will really fool Chip.

Boy, I think I'll go take a nap.

Whatever you're up to, Dale, forget it.

Gosh, I must have conjured up that pillow with my mind, Chip.

Guess I'm more powerful than I thought.

Oh, and by the way, Chip, got you last.

(LAUGHING)

Okay, you guys,

(GRUNTING)

I only have one question.

Who wants to help me get Dale last?

Good. Now, I have an idea.

I think that what we ought to do is...

(LAUGHING)

Chip actually believes I have mystical powers.

What a dummy! Everybody knows there's no such thing.

(LAUGHING)

But let's see if Chip's dumb enough to fall for it again.

(SQUEAKING) Okay.

All right, Chip, the transmitter's all set.

Whenever you're ready.

(CLEARING THROAT)

Dale!

CHIP: Dale!

Halt. Who goes there?

I am Rama-Lama-Ding-Dong.

I know all and tell all.

Hold on. This is some kind of a trick.

Who is this really? Quit hiding.

So you don't believe in me, eh?

Then I must convince you.

(LOUD BUZZING)

Sorry, O great Rama-Lama-Ding-Dong.

I'll never doubt you again.

But what are you doing here?

You conjured me up while playing a joke

on your incredibly handsome friend, Chip.

Wowie-zowie!

- You do know everything. - Yes.

And I can even help you with your trick.

Really? Oh, boy, oh, boy, oh, boy! What do I have to do?

Just do exactly what I tell you to.

And I mean exactly.

Absolutely. You bet. Yes, sirree!

Okay, guys, I'll take it from here.

Um, Rama-Lama, how come I gotta wear all this junk?

(CHIP GIGGLES)

Simple. If you wear that combination

and then concentrate really hard,

you will become invisible.

Terrific!

(WHOOPING) Last laugh time!

Just keep concentrating, Dale.

Thanks, Rama-Lama. I'm gonna go test it.

CHIP: Good idea.

This'll be great.

Yeah. The greatest gag in the world.

(SPLUTTERING)

Hmm. I wonder where Dale is.

I haven't seen him for a while.

Well, I hope he doesn't show up

while I'm walking with Gadget in the park.

That way he can't play any jokes on me.

(GIGGLING)

What a dummy!

MOLE: Gee, guys, those Rescue Rangers

are awful good at disguises and stuff.

We may never find one.

Well, then, look for something

that doesn't look like a Rescue Ranger

and maybe you've found one.

Uh, guys, that doesn't look like one.

Yep, that's either a Rescue Ranger or a punk pixie. Come on.

CHIP: Say, Gadget,

I've got Dale out wandering in the park

in diapers and swim fins and...

Chip, hasn't this joke gone far enough?

Maybe you should cool it.

Actually, I was just about to yell, "Last laugh,"

- but now the transmission is breaking up. - Hmm.

It's possible that Dale's moved out of range.

Hey, Rama-Lama-Ding-Dong, I can't hear you very well at all.

Dale. Dale. Come in.

Maybe if I boost the inducer.

Come in, O great...

SNOUT: Got him!

What was that?

DALE: Let me go! Let me go!

Put me down, you creeps!

Oh, no! The lad's in trouble.

MOLE: Boy, will Fat Cat be happy now!

DALE: Fat Cat?

No! Come in, Dale! Dale!

It's no use, Chip.

He's moved out of range.

All the way to Fat Cat's, it sounds like.

Can't you make this thing work?

She's doin' her best, Chip-o.

I know, I know. It's just... Dale!

Hey, let me go! Let me out of here!

O Rama-Lama, where are you?

Listen, you better let me go. I've got mystical powers.

Oh, pipe down.

No, really. I can read your minds.

Everybody pick a number between one and three.

Okay.

Hmm.

- Got it. - Your number is two.

Wow. I was thinking of two.

Hey, me, too.

Same here.

No, he wasn't even close.

Let's get going.

GADGET: Sorry, guys.

If only I had boosted the power in the amplifier.

No, Gadget, this is all my fault.

If I hadn't tried to get the last laugh,

none of this would have ever happened.

(SQUEAKING) Oh.

Chipper, it's not your fault

that Dale got picked up by Fat Cat's thugs.

Of course not. Dale was just in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Really?

Although, basically, you did trick him into going there.

Well, Chip-o, uh, maybe it is your fault, after all.

Then it's up to me to rescue him.

Hey, don't forget, we're Dale's buddies, too.

Well, come on, gang.

What are we waiting for?

ALL: You!

Oh, yeah.

All right, let's hear the excuse you dreamed up this time.

How you couldn't find any Rescue Rangers.

How you always come back empty-handed.

But we didn't, boss.

Oh? And what have you got in there?

No, no, let me guess.

(GASPING) A Rescue Ranger!

Oh, wow! Fat Cat can read minds, too.

(EXCLAIMS)

Couldn't you have found one with more fashion sense?

Hey, put me down!

Don't make me use my mental powers against you.

Uh, boss, be careful. He does have weird powers.

Yeah, he even read my mind.

That proves he's a fake.

You don't have a mind.

Only idiots believe in that mystic stuff.

Now get me some ropes and things

and make sure he doesn't escape.

We don't want to lose our new little buddy, do we?

(CRICKETS CHIRPING)

- There he is. - Dale.

Poor lad's in there tighter than a pickle in a gluepot.

We'll get him out, somehow.

All we have to do is drop down a line and haul him up.

But, Chip...

Fat Cat and his hairy henchmen

have poor Dale locked up tight.

All right, fine.

If you don't want to help me, then I'll get him out of this myself.

Now hang on there, Chipper.

We'll all help get Dale out, together.

Don't go until we set the reel...

Pistachio!

Or it'll all tangle.

Are you okay, pally?

It's just that, well,

I'm the one who got Dale into this mess.

- Now, Chip. - No, really.

And I should be the one to get him out.

And I can't even do that right. It's hopeless.

Well, my gooey do-gooder,

we're going to take you on a little outing now.

You're going to help me get that pearl.

Fat Cat's going back to the restaurant?

I don't like the sound of this.

My aquatic accomplices will grab the pearl,

while the guard shark is busy elsewhere.

Busy elsewhere?

Yes, enjoying his snack.

Rescue Ranger under glass.

And all the mystic mumbo-jumbo in the world

isn't going to help you.

He's going to use Dale for bait.

And steal the pearl to boot.

If only I hadn't played that stupid trick on Dale.

The trick. Of course. Let's go.

The restaurant should be closed by now, boys.

So let's be on our merry way.

I do hope that shark likes his chipmunk cutlets rare.

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

I am so, so, so terribly sorry,

all you wonderful people.

But it's closing time for my restaurant.

Oh, dear. Please, please, come back tomorrow.

And, perhaps, you will be then able to catch a glimpse

of my magnificent pearl.

This pearl has done wonders for my business.

And it's about to do wonders for mine.

Come on, boys. Time to go fishing. And don't forget the bait.

MANAGER: Oh, yoo-hoo, my precious pearl.

Daddums is here to tuck you in.

Everybody wants to see you, you beauty, you. Oh, dear.

Thanks to you, my business has quadra-quantrupple-tuppled.

You've made me so happy.

Oh! Nice guard sharky.

Good guard sharky.

Excellent attacking. Excellent.

I don't know, boss.

That shark looks mighty angry.

Oh, no, that poor dear is merely hungry.

Good thing we brought along a snack.

And, now, it's showtime, folks.

FAT CAT: Ladies and gentlemen,

welcome to the world famous Mother of Pearl Seafood Restaurant.

We're so glad you could make it

to our really late floorshow.

So put your fins together for our star performer,

the Mystic Marionette.

Take a bow.

Let me go!

What? And miss your big debut?

Okay, boys, get ready to grab that pearl

'cause it's showtime.

♪ I've got some strings La, la, la, la ♪

Don't worry, Rover, you'll get your snack soon enough.

There, I've got the shark's attention. Now get in the tank.

MEPS: I don't know, boss.

He looks mighty hungry.

I'll take care of the shark.

You take care of the pearl.

But who'll take care of me?

CHIP: I will, Dale.

Rama-Lama-Ding-Dong?

No, it's me. Chip.

What are you doing with the Rama-Lama?

I am the Rama-Lama. We rigged you up with a radio.

Wait. You mean, this was all a joke?

Stop talking to yourself, rodent.

(SCREAMS)

- CHIP: Dale, hang on. - To what?

I know this was a rotten joke, Dale,

but don't worry, we'll get you out of there.

All set?

You bet.

Will you hurry up?

But I suffer from a fear of heights and bites.

Listen, tell Fat Cat you really do have powers. Understand?

Fat Cat, I have mystic powers so you better let me go.

Now, why should I do that?

Why? Good question. Why should you?

Because if he doesn't, you're going to create

a storm of silverware.

'Cause I'm gonna whip up a silverware storm. I am?

(CHUCKLING) Impossible.

Hi-ho, silverware, away!

Yow!

How did you do that?

It's all in the mind, you know.

He really does have special powers, boss.

And that was just a sample of my mental might.

Oh, please, boss, maybe you should let him go.

After one puny parlor trick? Never!

FAT CAT: I want that pearl!

Okay, now ask Fat Cat...

Do you believe in flying saucers?

What do I look like? E.T.?

(LAUGHING)

Ow!

(ALL SCREAMING)

You really do have powers.

(SCREAMING)

MEPS: But, boss,

you said only idiots believed in that stuff.

Shut up!

Bow, you unbelievers.

Okay, okay. We don't want any trouble.

(SCREAMS)

CHIP: Dale! Dale! Can you hear me?

A trick!

Well, I hope you enjoyed your little laugh, rodent,

because it's your last.

(GRUNTING)

Dale!

Help!

We're comin', pally.

No, you stop Fat Cat. I'll rescue Dale.

Well, let's get that pearl now, shall we?

Ow!

(ALL EXCLAIMING)

(SQUEAKING) We did it.

(DALE SHRIEKING)

Hang on, Dale.

Boy, are they gonna be shell-shocked!

Let me out. Let me out.

Help!

I'm coming, Dale.

(ALL SCREAMING)

Oh, my gosh! Where's Dale? Where is he?

Chip, he's not here. We think maybe...

No! Dale!

If only I hadn't played that stupid joke!

I'd give anything to see him, to hear his voice again.

DALE: Anything?

Anything.

Well, then, Chip. You got your wish.

Dale. Dale. You're all right.

Naturally.

Oh, and, Chip, got you last.

(BOTH LAUGHING)