Aah!
Huh?
-[theme music playing] -[kids on TV] Aah!
♪ I feel like quackin' So I think I will ♪
♪ I'm gonna quack, quack, quack Until I get my fill ♪
♪ Oh, yeah ♪
♪ Got the quackin' fever Got the quackin' craze ♪
[chainsaw cutting]
♪ Oh, yeah ♪
♪ In a dah-dah-dah, in a dah-dah-dah ♪
♪ Duck daze, let's quack ♪
♪ Quack, quack, quack, Quack Pack ♪
♪ Ahh... Quack Pack ♪
♪ In a dah-dah-dah, in a dah-dah-dah ♪
♪ Duck daze, Quack Pack! ♪
"Government property. Keep out."
Well now, whoever put up this sign is long gone,
wouldn't you say, Cody? Heh, heh, heh.
Oww, ha, ha, ha.
[prospector whistles]
Yep, yep, yep, finder's keepers.
[engine starts]
[whimpers]
[radio announcer] In the news, the heat isn't keeping the crowds away
from Hollow Gulch,
where the tenth flying saucer sighting this month
has sparked unidentified flying fever.
- Furthermore, we've got-- -Oh, for heaven's sakes.
I'm going to throw an unidentified flying fit.
The great Kent Powers goes on vacation,
I finally get a chance to do my own story--
Uh! And I get stuck with flying saucers.
[Donald] Aw, this stupid contraption.
[Daisy] Hey, Donald!
-Got that air conditioner fixed yet? -Ow!
I knew I should have jumped on that arctic tundra story.
Hey, you want the big story, you gotta make the big sacrifice.
Aw, my brain is meltin'. That enough sacrifice?
Yeah. What are you so happy about?
Flying saucers. Aliens.
I want a close encounter with something strange.
[Donald] I'll make this thing work all on my own.
For that you need aliens?
Flying saucers. Phooey!
Soda? Pretend it's cold.
Huh. Thanks, Dew.
Ow! Let me out of here! Come on, let me out!
Gosh, Daisy, I'm sorry.
[horn honks]
[honk]
[tires screech]
Wah! Wah, wah, wah, wah!
Wah!
-Uh! -Hey, no cuts in line, slime!
Ow, ow, ow, ow!
[Donald] Aah!
Aah!
Ah!
[Shorty] Howdy, folks.
Welcome to Hollow Gulch.
I'm Shorty Hollow. Heh, heh.
If you're looking for flying saucers, you've come to the right place.
Flying saucers. Phooey!
Nice boots.
-Man, 29 bucks? -Yo, 49.50?
-Yeah. Can you say scam? -UFOs? Yeah, right.
-Right. -[Dewey] Come on, give it a chance.
This might be the real thing.
Oombamato. Take me to your leader. Ha, ha.
Real funny. Laugh will be on you
when I get a picture of a real UFO landing.
[Huey] Dew, man, get real.
Yeah. The only things landing around here
are bucks in that dude's pocket.
Don't believe us?
-Ask Daisy. -Or uncle Donald.
What, 100 bucks a night just to camp?
Ow! Aah!
A hundred bucks?
Can we talk about the... flying saucers?
Huh, flying saucers.
Uh, we're from the What in the World TV show, and--
TV? Well, now why didn't you say so?
Half off.
Come on, let me give you the official tour
aboard my UFO official tour bus.
Tour... bus.
Yes, ma'am. Ticket's only 10 bucks.
For you, 5.50.
That's ridiculous.
[engine starts]
[Shorty] This UFO business sure goosed up my tourist trade.
Started about a month ago, when I saw the first one myself.
Really? Ha, ha.
Why, a suspicious person might think
you were telling tall tales just to make money.
[Shorty] No, ma'am.
[Shorty] Well, here we are.
[Shorty] Alien Acres.
Hey, check it out.
Okay, this is what we're gonna do.
[whispering]
Yes, sir. Them flying saucer thingies
been putting on shows right out there.
Now, if you look here, you see where the big spaceship landed.
Oh, space markings.
-[laughing] -Give me a break.
And these are some pictures I snapped just the other night.
[Daisy] Wow. Gee. Interesting.
It's hard to tell, but...
They are similar to those sightings in Bolivia.
Makes sense. This guy's full of Bolivia.
Ha, ha, ha, ha.
[Dewey] Hey, I've waited my whole life to see a UFO,
I'm not giving up now.
-Look! Oh, alien footprints. -Ah!
[Dewey] Where?
-Woodyawooya! -Ah!
Ha, ha, ha, ha.
[Donald] Ow!
[Donald screams]
[Donald] Hey! Ouch! Oh! Hey! Oh! Ouch!
Come on, just for one night. I'm sure they'll show up.
You want your story, don't you?
Dewey, the only story here is a scam story.
They're real.
What if one shows up and we miss it?
Boy's right.
You'll be sorry if you skedaddle.
Guarantee those saucers will be flyin' tonight.
Yeah, right.
[Daisy] Okay, we stay for one night.
[Donald] Aah-aah!
Ahh, look at it, Cody, theme park, shops, clean rest rooms.
The UFO capital of the world.
Provided those UFOs keep coming.
[Shorty] Oh, they will, Cody. Heh, heh, heh.
[Shorty] I believe they will.
[Dewey] See anything yet?
The answer's no, just like it was the last 16 times you asked.
-[whistling] -Shh! Did you hear that?
[whistling]
[gasps]
[laughing]
Uh... Oh... Pretty good.
Pretty low.
A cheap gag, I admit.
Sorry, bub. We gave it a shot, but...
[yawns] You know.
You skeptics are gonna be sorry.
[mosquito buzzes]
At least, we won't be mosquito chow.
[snoring]
What?
[gasps]
[snores]
-[engine purrs] -What? You little pests.
[muttering]
Oh, Huey, drop the decibel count, please.
[beeping]
[beeping continues]
-Ah! -Ah!
[beeping]
[gasps]
[woman] Oh, my heavens.
Harvey, get a shot of that.
[gasps]
Donald, quick, get the camera. Get the camera!
[cameras clicking]
Okay, this is it.
Extraterrestrial vehicle at least 300 meters in diameter.
Lights blinking at random, possibly communication.
Loud sounds also, atonally random.
[snoring]
Donald, wake up! It's a flying saucer!
I don't believe it! This is great!
Yike!
Donald.
[whispering] Donald!
[sputtering]
Flying saucers.
Phooey!
Aah!
[Daisy] This is amazing.
I don't know what to say.
I do. Help!
Yes, I knew it!
Yooo!
I don't believe it. I just do not believe it.
-That was awesome! -Do you believe me now?
-Yes. -Where are they from?
What do you think they look like?
I'm camping outside in case they come back.
We're with ya, bro!
Come back?
This is the story of the century.
Wait until Kent Powers sees this!
Hold it! Hold it!
[Dewey] Go back. There.
[quacking in slow motion]
Look! It goes right through him like it wasn't real.
What do you mean it wasn't real? We saw it.
We saw something.
But flying saucers made of thin air? Not.
What are you sayin'?
That I'm... not sure we saw a real flying saucer.
What? Come on, man.
-We don't know what it is. -It's a UFO.
-Yeah, but we have no proof. -[both] Proof?
[Huey] UFO almost lands on your head, and you want proof?
You're the one who believes this stuff.
Hey, look, I'm just sayin' we should check it out.
This whole thing may be some kind of... hoax.
Oh, man, I don't get you.
[Huey] We're out of here.
[door closes]
What's on your mind, Dewey?
Doesn't matter if you're from Earth or Mars or planet Glorp,
you gotta build spaceships out of something.
Metal, wood, solidified nose hairs--
I don't know, but something solid!
And these aren't. Oh, man, whatever.
[car approaching]
[Shorty grunts]
[whimpers]
Hey there, son.
Say, I bet you're excited.
Not many folks get to see real flyin' saucers.
If they are real.
Why, sure, they are.
Good thing, too. Heh.
All the TV networks are comin' tomorrow mornin'.
My little town's gonna be famous.
And you're gonna be rich?
Well, maybe, but, uh...
The important thing is this gives folks somethin' to believe in.
Well, good night, son.
Something...
to believe in.
[Huey] UFO almost lands on your head, and you want proof?
[Louie] You're the one who believes this stuff.
Well...
[Dewey] Is anybody there?
Oh. Figured.
Aah!
[panting]
So...
Yikes!
Back! Back, back!
Uhh!
Whoa!
Waah!
Wow!
An alien... thing.
Aah! Aah!
Aah!
[blowing raspberry]
Take that and that!
Ha, ha. Ha, ha, ha.
Showed them.
[groaning]
Oh.
[thump]
A... a projector?
It's a projector?
I've been ripped off!
[groaning]
[gasps]
You?
[clicking mouth]
Sorry you couldn't mind your own business, kid.
[gulps]
Real sorry.
I said make a grocery list, not empty the supermarket.
You gonna keep me, you gonna feed me.
Oh, just what I need,
a big-mouth kid with an appetite to match.
Problem, Mr. Hollow?
Come on, you can afford it.
How much money have you made...
ripping off people's dreams?
Not as much as I'm gonna make!
As long as I keep you from messin' up my big press conference.
Then what? How long do you think you can keep me here?
Sooner or later, they'll find me.
Don't be so sure, kid. This is my desert.
People sometimes disappear...
[Shorty] Permanently.
Aren't we forgetting something?
[Shorty] Dang-nabbit!
This is worse than bein' married!
And don't forget the doughnuts!
Okay, so the UFOs were no-shows.
[Daisy] No problem. I am staying right here until we get proof.
[Huey] Oh, what's wrong with the proof we have?
What in the world...?
[quacking]
He's flipped.
[groaning]
Donald, what happened?
Aah!
My--my PE coach was here?
A monster?
[Huey] A tall monster?
[gasps]
High? Up?
-Uh, airplanes? -Space!
[Daisy] Space? A monster from space?
[Louie] Hey, is this your space dude?
Uhh.
Like I said, flipped.
Yeah, well, check it.
Since when do space monsters wear Shorty Hollow's boots?
Coincidence?
I think not.
[Louie] This is Shorty's trail, all right.
"Screaming sugar blasters."
Wow! Weird! This is Dewey's favorite cereal.
[Louie] Chitter bombs, a Gorp bar, twin-pack of chocolate charge.
Whoa! These are Dewey's favs, too.
Yeah. Where is Dewey?
Haven't seen him all mor-- Hey! Get down!
Now where's he goin'?
Nah. Where's he been?
[Louie] Goo-goo balls,
six layers of caramel surrounding a sticky surprise--ugh!
Man, how can he eat this stuff?
[slurping]
[lips smacking]
[grunting]
Remind me to tell you sometime about nature's seven food groups.
[gulps] Guys! What took you?
Man, for a kidnapper, he sure feeds you good.
You got any more goo-goo balls?
How did you find me?
Followed the cholesterol.
What's going on?
You aren't gonna believe this.
[chews, gulps]
So what else is new?
[reporter] Sir, over here. Mr. Hollow!
Sir, did you--sir!
Mr. Hollow, how many UFO sightings have you witnessed?
Oh, pretty near a hundred, I reckon. Comin' regular as clockwork.
In fact, one can show up any minute now.
[watch ticking]
Of course, these aliens tend to come and go as they please.
Golly, I... I've never known 'em to be this late before. Uh...
-[humming] -[people gasping]
I'm gettin' out of here!
Look!
[murmuring]
What'd I tell ya? Heh, heh, heh.
[alien] Greetings, earthlings.
[blowing raspberry]
Omba-mazomba!
Take me to your leader.
Uh, uh, how 'bout them aliens?
Ain't they somethin'? Heh, heh!
Sorry, folks, it's all a fake.
We've been hoaxed by a high-tech slide show.
[engine stalls]
[Dewey] Going somewhere...
Mr. Hollow?
A holograph projector? But where'd he get it?
-It belonged to the government. -Some kind of experiment, I guess.
Thanks, son. We'll take it from here.
Hey, Dew-man, I'm sorry we didn't listen to ya.
Oh, yeah. I'll never fall for a flying saucer again,
even if I see one.
Lou, please. So we got scammed.
I still think they're out there.
[Dewey] And one of these days...
they'll be here. Believe me.
[theme music playing]