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This is a transcript for Looney Tunes: Back in Action.
- [The movie, which is presented in scope, begins in animation]
- Elmer Fudd: Shh. Be very very quiet. I'm hunting rabbits. (Laughs)
- Daffy: I am a duck bent on self-preservationum.
- Elmer Fudd: Say your prayers, Rabbit! It's Rabbit Season.
- Bugs: Duck season.
- Daffy: Rabbit season!
- Bugs: Duck season!
- Daffy: Rabbit season!
- Bugs: Rabbit season!
- Daffy: Duck season! Fire! Fire!
(A montage shows Daffy getting blasted.)
Daffy: Hold everything. [Switch to live-action backdrop with animated characters from that point on] "Daffy gets blasted". Page 7: "Daffy gets blasted". Page 8: "Daffy gets blasted again"! What's the matter with you people? We can't do this kind of stuff anymore. Brothers Warner... show biz legends like me shouldn't have to play stooge... to that long-eared, carrot-chomping, overbite-challenged--
Bugs: What's up, doc?
Bobby, how's the wife? Great nose job, Chuck. Thanks, girls. Good rug, Mel. Never would have guessed. Pardon me.
Daffy: The pleasure is mine.
Bugs: Fellas, I think Daff's right. Maybe I'll take a vacation. Go visit my 542 nieces and nephews.
Kate Houghton: Mr. Duck, excuse me, I'm sorry. I don't see how we can have a Bugs Bunny movie without Bugs Bunny.
Daffy: Oh, my heavens, no. You couldn't have a movie without Bugs Bunny. If you don't mind me asking, whose glorified personal assistant are you?
Kate Houghton, Vice President, Comedy.
Kate did Lethal Weapon Babies.
Finally, a Lethal Weapon that I can take my grandchildren to.
Kate Houghton: Gentlemen, check your phones. Our latest research shows that Bugs Bunny is a core asset... that appeals to male and female, young and old throughout the universe... while your fan base is limited to angry fat guys in basements.
Daffy: Yeah, but... Come on, fellas, I'm thrice the entertainer the rabbit is!
Fine, it's hilarious...
but moviegoers these days demand action heroes, like me!
Top that, rabbit.
So, it has come to this, has it?
the Brothers Warner must choose...
between a handsome matinee idol...
or this miscreant perpetrator
of low burlesque.
Whichever one's not the duck.
That's the stuff from my office.
- You don't have an office.
- Not anymore.
Symbolically, this is bad.
Please, brother. Other brother?
Icy she-wolf? Help me, please.
I'm too moist and tender to retire.
- Let me escort you out.
I haven't tried toadying, kowtowing,
or butt-kissing yet.
I'm still begging here!
Can I try that again?
No, thank you. We'll call you.
Hey, D.J. How did your tryout go?
Well, let's see.
I can say I made an impression.
Your father can get you a job
anytime he wants to.
I know, but I don't want that.
I'd really rather earn it, sir.
- Mr. Warner mentioned you this morning.
- He did? What did he say?
He said don't forget the TurtleWax.
What about animation?
I could do cartoons.
Dead duck walking.
- Morning, Mr. Bunny.
- Very hot now.
And I do voices. Listen.
- Excuse me.
- "Fetch the stick, boy."
"What a maroon."
"You can't handle the truth."
Some grip, lady.
I need you to eject this duck.
- Lady, this is Daffy Duck.
- Not anymore. We own the name.
You can't stop me from calling myself...
- What do you know?
- You fired Daffy Duck?
No, I didn't. I did. They did.
You just were following orders.
You know what? You don't know me.
You're Kate Houghton,
you're the VP of Comedy. Go figure.
You drive a red 1988 Alfa Romeo.
Good engine. Little under-driven.
I know this
because you nearly ran me over last week.
Anyway, about that duck,
you want me to get rid of him still?
- Duck, yes. Eject the duck, please.
- I can't do that.
- Why not?
- He's gone.
What are you waiting for, backup?
Shabby job so far, constable.
Quick! After me!
Now you're gonna pay for that one.
- Dress Inspector!
- Look out!
One side, Spartacuses.
- Come on.
- Daffy, stop!
Cut him off at the pass, boys.
All units in pursuit of little black duck.
hat's not right. Cut!
That's lunch, everybody!
- That airbag cost a lot of money.
- I'm okay.
Good morning. Batman, you good?
My chariot awaits.
Bat-lights. Bat-conditioning. Bat-stereo.
To the Duck Cave.
Now what are you doing?
Stay away from that Batmobile!
- I'm allowed to steal. I'm a celebrity.
- Tell it to the judge!
- Feeling pretty good about yourself?
- I am.
- You bested that dastardly duck?
- I did.
You're gonna offer your catch
to the pretty executive?
Get out of the way!
What do you know? I found Nemo.
I think she likes you.
Your father would be so ashamed of you.
But I was... It was...
At first, they told me to lose the stutter.
Now they tell me I'm not funny.
It's a pain in the butt
being politically correct.
You're telling me.
What kind of performance
do you call that?
You made me sound
like a total space cadet, man.
I'm sorry you feel that way.
I was trying to be real to your character.
If you, like, goof on me in the sequel,
I'm coming after you.
And I'll give you a Scooby Snack!
There are some areas of the script
I think we need to address.
There's no heart, no cooperation,
nobody learns anything.
Daffy learns not to stick his head
in a jet engine.
- He's gone.
- No, Daffy always comes back.
I just tell him how much I need him.
We hug, we cry,
I drop something heavy on him, I laugh.
The duck is history, okay?
So the question is...
how can I help you
reposition your brand identity?
Answer: We team you up
with a hot female co-star.
I play the female love interest.
About the cross-dressing thing?
In the past, funny. Today, disturbing.
Lady, if you don't find a rabbit
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you and I have
nothing to say to each other.
Look, I'm trying to be nice...
but I was brought in
to leverage your synergy...
and I am not going to let you
or some wacky duck--
Wacky, daffy, nutty, fruitcake,
crispy over rice, it doesn't matter.
Well, these matter.
And they say we get Daffy back.
- We want Daffy!
- Bring him back!
We love Daffy!
How was work today?
What a nice young man.
Guess who? So did you miss me?
I'm glad I was fired.
In a few days,
they'll be kissing my befeathered rump...
begging me to come back. But I won't.
Did I miss the part where I invited you in?
I'll be too busy accepting numerous,
Every studio in town...
Who am I kidding? My career is over.
Perhaps I was being too polite. Get out!
I'll starve. I'll have to eat envelope glue.
Wait, a sushi bar.
Leave my father's house. Now.
You live with Daddy?
Just, you know, kind of temporarily.
I've hit rock bottom.
I'm hanging out with a security guard
who lives with his father.
My grease and gravy!
Your dad is Damian Drake.
- The super spy.
- He's an actor who plays a spy.
- And that? That was his I Spy Award.
An actor playing a super spy as a cover
for being a super spy playing an actor.
In fact, I'll bet this whole dump
is a super spy lair.
Nothing is as it seems.
You're probably protected by
an invisible force field right this minute.
The force field-penetrating apple.
Just feel free to continue
your delusional ranting...
while I answer my...
What are you doing in the painting?
I wanted to keep you out of this,
but there's no one else I can trust.
Can you hold on a second?
Are you shooting a movie or something?
A new Damian Drake movie? Cool.
Come to Las Vegas.
Ask Dusty Tails for the Blue Monkey.
The Blue Monkey? What's a Blue Monkey?
A diamond. A very special diamond.
Find Dusty Tails.
Dad, you need me
to call the police or something?
- No police.
- Dad, are you all right?
I'm sorry I never told you this before,
- Diamond? I'm rich!
- I've joined the leisure class.
- I gotta go save my dad.
Your dad, yeah.
So count me in. A spy caper.
Double agents, exploding bikinis,
tigers hanging from helicopters!
I'm through with show biz!
From now on,
I'm gonna live the adventure.
- Next stop, Las Vegas.
- I'll take my dad's old car.
- A super spy car. Let's ride.
- This isn't a spy car.
Your dad is a spy. Ipso ergo, a spy car.
I used to deliver pizzas in this car.
A spy pie, maybe?
Fine, be that way.
But it's definitely a spy car!
A little help here?
You know how I know it's a spy car?
Because it looks
absolutely nothing like a spy car.
I don't think this routine
is gonna work without Daffy, but...
Say your prayers, rabbit.
It's rabbit season.
- Duck season.
- Rabbit season.
- Rabbit season.
- Wait a minute.
See, I told you
this wasn't gonna work without--
- But you--
- You got rid of our best duck.
You can't fire me.
My films have made $950 million!
- That's not a billion.
- Nope. Not a billion.
I think we can all agree that the decision
to get rid of Daffy was a poor one.
But it's time to move on.
And by move on, I mean reversing course
and getting Daffy back.
I will have Daffy back on Monday.
That went well.
Listen, doll face, if I know Daffy,
he's already hit the road by now.
It's good to stretch.
I'm getting tired
of throwing you out of the car.
That's my plan in a nutshell.
Now, listen, if we run into anything
that requires super spy skills...
like cracking wise, smooching dames,
you better leave that to me.
However, if we have
any security guarding needs...
Very funny, duck. I'm not a security guard.
For your information, it's just a job.
It's what I do for money.
What I really do is...
I'm a stuntman.
- You? A stuntman? Please.
- I am!
Did you see those Mummy movies?
I'm in them more than Brendan Fraser is.
No, he couldn't stand that.
One day he decides that, "No!
The Bren-master does all his own stunts!"
Listen, muscles, if this heap ever makes it
to Vegas, I'll do all the stunts.
- Daffy, old chum, how the heck--
- Cram it down your rabbit hole.
I think I can get you your old job back
with less of a pay cut than usual.
So not interested.
I'm off to Las Vegas
with my new sidekick D.J...
to match wits with spies and showgirls.
It's a little adventure I call:
"Daffy Duck's Quest for the Blue Monkey."
And you're not in it.
It's a little adventure I call. ;
"Daffy Duck's Quest for the Blue Monkey."
This is unacceptable!
We cannot have 9-year-olds working
in sweatshops making Acme sneakers...
not when 3-year-olds
work for so much less.
But, sir, they require naps.
Put double espresso in their sippy cups.
What's next on the agenda?
Where's my people? What's coming up?
What's the next thing?
Thank you, Bob.
Grave news, my friends.
Direct your attention to the video screen.
Cable, input, VCR, satellite.
Input, satellite, tape, menu, rewind...
It seems that Damian Drake's son
knows about the Blue Monkey...
and he is on his way to Las Vegas.
He must not find the location
of the diamond before we do.
How is the interrogation going?
He's about ready to crack, boss!
Cable, input, VCR and satellite, off.
We cannot let the good guys
win this time, people.
We must capture this son of a spy...
and we must locate the diamond...
and use its powers
for our own diabolical ends!
- Copy that to all departments.
- I didn't quite get that.
capturing the son of a spy...
and using the diamond's power
for our diabolical ends.
Be sure and use the laugh.
I like the laugh. Don't you?
- And what is your name?
how'd you like to do a little kissing later?
That's what they all say at first.
Soon the ACME Corporation
will tower over all of creation!
All of creation!
Wait a minute.
- What about the duck?
D.J., I'm not here to fire you again.
I just want to know
if that duck told you where he was going.
(Bugs falls over, then, he uses Hershey's.)
Bugs: Doesn't anyone knock anymore?
Kate Houghton: Why are you torturing me? What have I ever done that... Great. I just fired the son of our biggest star. This has been a career-making day, Kate. First you get rid of the duck that everybody hates... but then, of course, they all want him back. And worst of all, you get into a big fight with Bugs Bunny... who you revere and who you've tried to model your life after.
(Bugs, who had been in a suit of armour the whole time, feels despair about what happened.)
Bugs: Oh. I hate to see a grown man cry. Especially when it's a girl. Listen, toots, would it stop the waterworks... if I told you Daffy was going to Las Vegas with that guy D.J.?
Kate Houghton: It might.
Bugs: Well, then, how's about we travel in style in this?
Las Vegas, Jeeves.
Taking you to Las Vegas.
You've got no music in your soul, sister.
I am aware of that, yes.
He sure went for all the extras.
What a maroon.
Don't touch anything.
This is Damian Drake's car--
- Let's see.
What does this one do?
Shaken, not stirred, sir.
It's 5: 00 somewhere.
- If you touch one more thing--
- I'm about to defy you.
- Now you done it.
- Arms at your side, please.
You clean up nice, kid.
Smell that, D.J.?
That's the sweet aroma
of money, glamour...
and busload upon busload
of senior citizens.
Cool it, duck. This could be dangerous.
Right, we find Dusty Tails,
save your dad, get the diamond...
apply kung fu liberally as needed.
Under no circumstances are you to allow...
the young Mr. Drake and his duck cohort
out of the casino in one piece.
- Is that clear?
You want the varmints
and what they come for.
I got you. But what's in it for old Sam?
I got you.
Did you know that Dusty Tails sang the
theme song to six Damian Drake movies?
I know. He's my father.
- Your dad is Damian Drake?
I'm kidding, relax. We did that.
I say, listen up, y'all.
Please put your greasy,
buffet-shoveling hands together...
for our next act.
If you've heard her before,
you're not here now.
So, I say, let me introduce you...
to Miss Dusty Tails.
Can I talk to you?
Dusty, I gotta talk to you.
- I'm Damian Drake's son, D.J.
How do I know it's you?
You are Damian's son.
Is there someplace we can talk?
- Excuse me, I have to change.
- Okay, toots, hand over the diamond.
- He brought a goose?
- It's duck, thank you.
- You again.
Listen up, you darn imbeciles!
We gotta get them varmints
and what they come for!
- And then we blast them?
- Then we blast them.
Now if I were a giant diamond,
where would I be?
Well, not there.
- My dad's in trouble...
- Not here.
...and he said that
I should ask you about the Blue Monkey.
- So then you know?
- Definitely. Yes.
I figured something must have happened
when he didn't show up.
but that's what comes with being a spy.
So, you're a spy, too?
The pop diva thing?
That's just one side of me.
I also work for the Agency.
It's really hard
trying to juggle the two sometimes.
I don't know what I'll do when I have kids.
Do you know how hard it is to find a nanny
with advance weapons training?
How many galoshes died
to make that little number?
What about this Blue Monkey?
Your father was assigned to track it down
before the chairman could.
The diamond has supernatural powers.
It would be a disaster
if it fell into the wrong hands.
I was supposed to give him this.
This is not a king-sized diamond.
This is a queen of diamonds.
What kind of sick joke is this?
- Can I have that?
- Very funny.
That is so sweet.
You trying to take over for your father.
These evil forces? They're bad people.
Relax, sister. I don't know
the meaning of the word "fear."
Say your prayers, duck!
Fear: Noun. A state of terror.
needs years of experience and training.
Maybe. I ain't got time for that right now.
I gotta go save my dad.
Don't lose that card. It's important.
After him, boys!
Easy on the feathers.
Come back here, you card-carrying coyote!
Dadburn slapstick clich!
Faster! Climb like my life depended on it.
You run, I'll steer.
Right! I mean, left. Your other left.
That's what I'm talking about!
Is that all you got?
That's gonna leave a mark.
That's not boxing. Bite his ear!
Left and a right and a left and a right-left!
I'm gonna come up on you.
I'll take that playing card.
- After it, stunt boy.
All right, when I say,
place your bets, gentlemen.
Money plays, loser stays.
Everyone's a... Not everyone.
Here's my money. Now play.
- Card, sir?
- Hit me.
Don't you want to
look at your cards first, son?
Boy's about as sharp as a bowling ball.
- Hit me.
- No, hit me first!
I said await your turn, sir.
No, hit me, fragnabbit!
- He's the boss.
- You son of a--
Twenty-one, a winner!
"And then they made their heroic escape!"
I say we do Cirque du Soleil
and call it a night.
How about the Liberace Museum?
All right, let's see what this baby
can really do.
Now, that's an interesting feature.
Come back, you absconders!
Watch yourself, ma'am.
I love this rug.
- Come back here, you varmints!
- Run. Move. Go.
Don't hit me.
It's a modified Chevrolet
with a big 24 on the side.
Out of the way, fancy boy.
I'm a-commandeering this here clown car.
After them, boys!
Rag-flagging ragtag sidekicks!
Slow down, will you? I'm waddling here.
Come back, you darn idiot galoots!
There's gotta be 314 hotels
and 142 casinos in Las Vegas.
We are never going to find that duck.
Daff never misses a cue.
- What's up, duck?
- Don't you start with me.
Out of my way!
- You are in big trouble, mister.
What are you doing, kidnapping me?
Stop the car.
This is my adventure, bub.
What brings you to Las Vegas?
You ran out of people to fire in L.A.?
You stole my duck.
- Your duck? I belong to the world.
- You know what? You can have him.
Dynamite? Who has dynamite?
Welcome to my world.
Throw it out the window. Throw it out!
- But innocent people could be hurt.
- Throw it out the window!
It will send the wrong message
Didn't he used to be behind us?
We're having duck tonight, boys.
Just a suggestion, but all those in favor
of not hitting that wall say "aye."
Taking you to Mother.
Look, a shooting star.
Quick, everybody make a wish.
You know, I'm beginning to think
that this one is the spy car.
ETA to Mother, 10 minutes.
Please return your seatbacks
to their full and upright position.
So, what are your plans now, if I may ask?
Daffy will save us. He's the hero.
All right, bucktooth. Stick a carrot in it.
Everybody calm down, all right?
I can handle this.
Sell my Warner Brothers stock.
I got an inside tip
that Bugs Bunny is about to die.
Out of gas.
What? It doesn't work like that.
- No, thanks.
You really think that playing card
is going to help you rescue your father?
Yeah, I do.
You know this all sounds insane, right?
I remember the first time
I saw your dad in the movies.
Your hair smells nice.
- You say something?
- No, just saying good night.
I'm telling you, Daffy...
I heard the Warner Brothers say
you were their best duck.
Flattered though I may be,
flattened I will not...
in order for you to get the laughs.
It's all... And then...
And your tail is on fire.
Exactly my point.
No, really, your tail's on fire.
Daff, you're accident-prone.
What am I talking to you for?
All you have to do is munch on a carrot,
and people love you.
I need you to move my 12:00 appointment
up to 2: 00 and then back to 11:00.
Then just cancel it.
And I need you to get a helicopter and...
No, don't put me on hold.
I can't die out here.
This wasn't the plan.
After this comedy...
I promised myself
I would only do real movies...
about the human condition
crammed with social relevance.
There's nothing but a big rock
for 10 miles in that, that...
that, and that direction.
I say we go that way.
Say, who are you kidding here?
Water! I can't die now.
Think of the millions of children
who want me to have the diamond.
The poor children!
Look at that.
Is it a mirage? Or just product placement?
Who cares? With shopping convenience
at such low prices.
Water, Fresca, Mountain Dew.
Your product name here.
Is this your idea?
The audience expects it.
They don't even notice
this kind of thing anymore.
Nice of Wal-Mart
to provide these Wal-Mart beverages...
in return for us saying "Wal-Mart"
so many times.
Where's Yosemite Sam?
- What is your report?
- Boss, it wasn't me.
That razzan-frazzan duck
and that crazy son D.J...
and a humina-humina Dusty Tails.
You know, that makes a lot of sense.
Mr. Drake, are you going to save us
the bother of eliminating your son?
My son is going to kick your evil butt.
- Mr. Chairman.
- Yes, Dad.
- Desert operative.
Not a bad idea, Dad.
Our desert operative is due for a win.
I told you we should have
made that left turn at Albuquerque.
Don't start that again.
All right. Here's the plan.
We wait here for the next truck or car
or camel or whatever...
and take Bugs and Daffy...
get back to Hollywood
and finish making the movie.
What are you going to do?
- I'm just gonna keep walking that way.
- That's your plan?
Yep. That's the direction
the car was going.
You're not leaving me here
while you make off with my diamond.
I don't wanna get too wrapped up
in your caper...
but let's assume that you're right
and Damian Drake is a spy?
What's the point of just meandering
through the desert if...
- Attaboy. Trust your instincts.
Except for the water tower, the Batmobile,
the rubble known as Las Vegas.
There's nobody as rich, famous,
and powerful as my father...
who just disappears into thin air.
Suddenly I feel like
I'm in Aunt Marge's Jell-O mold.
Guys, it's air-conditioned in here.
Come on in.
Okay, buster. Where's Damian Drake
and that big diamond?
Cleanup on aisle three.
Can I be of service?
I am monitored to respond
to the name Robbie.
At ease. I'm Mother.
Yeah, like the car said
that we would be meeting you.
How do you know my name?
D.J., I've known you
since you were this big.
That's not really possible, is it?
Must have been a photo.
Let me just take care of this, and we'll...
Give it to me straight. How bad is it?
So, shall we?
So little to do, so much time.
You're going to put him back, right?
I can't go back to L.A. With duck soup.
We do have the facilities
to reconstitute the body.
The mind though,
will remain a gooey mess.
So, about my father?
All in due time. Lovely. Yes. Blow.
All right, break it up, fellas. Nice coats.
White is the new black, you know.
- So this is Area 51, right?
The secret military base
where they keep the aliens?
No, Area 51 is actually
a paranoid fantasy we concocted...
to hide the true identity of this facility.
- Which is?
- Area 52.
But don't quote me on that.
Oh, right. Area 52.
- So, Mother--
- Call me "Mom."
Mom, what is it
that you do here exactly, anyway?
Creation, transubstantiation, destruction.
It's stressful. All kinds of things.
They're already here. You're next.
what am I going to do with you?
You've done nothing but screw up!
You've walked off mesas.
You've been smashed by boulders.
You've been run over by diesel trucks.
Don't blame the equipment. It's good.
It's ACME equipment.
You're a coyote. Be wily.
All right, now.
Buck up and let's see a little smile.
Now, just go take a shower,
and don't come back till you smell better!
Be careful. There're men moving a safe
out there, and I don't want you to...
And be careful
of the box of fireworks because...
I suppose I should mention
the plate-glass window...
It's tough being the boss.
Memo to Marvin the Martian.
Obtain the playing card,
and destroy the duck.
And when I say destroy the duck,
I mean kill him viciously and painfully.
A mission? I'm all a-tingle.
So, here we are
in the I-can't-tell-you-what room.
- Robert, can you take care of that, please?
- Yes, madam.
When you bring Daffy back,
could you make him 20% funnier?
- I heard that.
- What were we discussing?
This isn't about the giant ants, is it?
- Giant ants?
- Because they're not really ants anymore.
Tell me about the Blue Monkey.
How do you know about that thing
that I've never heard of in my entire life?
My dad told me.
What is the point
of making them pinky swear?
Now this tape will explain everything.
It was prepared especially for your father.
Greetings, Damian Drake.
If you are watching this, you are aware
that the world is in grave danger.
The ACME Corporation is in hot pursuit
of the Blue Monkey diamond...
a supernatural gem with the ability
to turn people into monkeys...
and then back again.
It is the ACME chairman's goal
to turn the population...
into monkey slaves
to manufacture shoddy ACME goods...
and then change them back to people
to buy the stuff.
Unbelievable, you may say.
Your mission is this. ;
Find it, destroy it, save humanity.
no one wants to be turned into a monkey.
So that's why.
Those guys came after my dad
because he was going to save the world.
So that means if I go after the diamond,
then the bad guys come after me.
You're not seriously thinking about--
Taking over your father's mission?
- I guess that would be all right.
Listen, if you're going to be a spy,
you'll need spy stuff.
So, is this where you keep
all the high-tech spy gadgets?
That's cool. So I get to use all this stuff?
No, your stuff is over here.
But I really like the...
All right. Looks like an ordinary cell phone.
Three-way calling, voice dialing,
- My phone does all that.
- Superconducting electromagnet.
- It's all right.
GPS with mapping software...
tip calculator, Gameboy.
Polycarbonate rappelling line
with jet-propelled micro grappling hook.
Nose hair trimmer.
You always want to look your best.
Get over here, you idiot.
No, cold. Cold. Warm, warmer.
Permit me, madam.
Robert, darling. Excellent choice.
And comfortable, too.
Plus, liquid hydrogen rocket pockets,
here and here.
nuclear-powered crotch pad...
He'll be down in a moment.
Wakey, wakey, friends.
Time to wreak mayhem
in the cause of evil.
Mother, just one last question.
What's the deal with this card?
That is the window
into what lies behind her smile.
I'm sorry, our intelligence people
feel a need to code everything in a riddle.
They get some kind of perverse pleasure
out of it. I think it's corporate.
Looks like we got company.
Darn. I knew this day would come.
Let us exterminate them.
Emergency shutdown activated.
Force-barrier seal in 30 seconds.
The playing card, please.
I'll take that. Out of my way.
Hero coming through.
There is no escape.
You pesky fowl!
Isn't it about time to enjoy a frosty,
cold soda at the concession stand?
Get the lead out. Bus is leaving.
Halt or be fricasseed.
That was fun.
Looking for this?
Now, what did she mean by a window?
The window into what lies
behind her smile.
That's the Mona Lisa.
- Which is in the Louvre.
- Which is in Paris.
Just how are we supposed to get to Paris?
It doesn't look like
much of a window to me.
Maybe the diamond is in the painting.
- All we have to do is steal the Mona Lisa.
- Way ahead of you.
- No, you look, you don't touch, right?
But I'm already in costume.
- That's a good look for you.
- Do you think so?
Wait a minute.
It is a window.
It's an X-ray.
It's a map of Africa.
Maybe that's where the diamond is.
Hold it up. I'll take a picture.
Can I take a picture? Please?
Come on, give me your phone.
I want to take a picture, too.
Cheese it, the cops.
So let me take a picture, will you?
I want to take a picture, too.
Come on, please? Can I hold the window?
Let me see the window.
I'll take that!
What gives, doc?
We made 35 pictures together.
As it turns out, I'm secretly evil.
That's show biz for you.
Now make with the card,
so I can please my dark masters.
Yes, sir. Queen of diamonds is your card.
Just put it back in the deck,
anywhere is fine. And oopsie-daisy!
- Is this your card?
- Run. This?
I said it's the queen of diamonds,
I tell you.
You mean, like this one?
Think we should go back and help him?
Elmer never gets Bugs.
It's a formula, but it works.
The great thing about movies,
you always know what will happen.
For instance, if this was a movie...
you and I'd probably wind up together.
If you don't let go of me, I'll scream...
but I'm not gonna stop screaming!
Well, this is surreal.
Stop or I'll fire.
- Oui, monsieur?
- There's a man there. He's got a woman.
She's tied up in a burlap sack.
He's taking her to the Eiffel Tower.
It is spring, is it not?
I'm gonna blast you.
"Pointillism: A technique
of using individual dots of pigment...
"which, taken together, make an image."
Bugs: I think when you go to the movies, you should learn something.
Look at that clown here.
Now, there's something
you don't see every day.
Wait a minute.
- I don't want any trouble.
- What are you doing?
I just want your pants!
That's right. I'm a vicious bird of prey.
He's got the camera!
Give the girl back!
- What kept you?
- You okay?
That was great.
I'd say it's a perfect day.
Except for the fact that we lost the map.
- All right, I'm the jerk who lost the map.
And I'm the bunny
who saved the card. Voil.
Nice going, Bugs.
Chair people, I reveal to you...
the whereabouts of the Blue Monkey.
There's a duck in the middle of the map.
Remove the duck.
Remove the duck! The duck is in the...
We cannot let a boy, girl, duck, and rabbit
thwart our plans for global domination.
- Wanna bet?
- A wager?
$5 says my son will scuttle
your diabolical plans and save the world.
You're awfully spunky
for a man in your position.
How do you like that,
Mr. Slap Yourself in Your Own Face?
Give him a good zets
every once in a while.
Now, I think I'm going to hedge my bet.
I'm going to unleash
our most vicious operative.
Mr. Chairman, while we agree
that the Tasmanian Devil is quite vicious...
if memory serves, he is also really stupid.
Really? So are you.
That's a good boy.
I withdraw my objection.
This would have been
a lot easier underground.
Come on, it's only another 6,000 cubits
in this here thick direction.
it's that nice boy from next door.
How funny seeing you here, dear.
Would you and your little friends
like a lift?
Sure was a lucky coincidence
you showing up just now.
Yes, wasn't it?
I've discovered my roots.
I've discovered my lunch.
What a fantastic view.
Unless you're in the audience...
in which case you've been staring
at an elephant's behind for 30 seconds.
My destiny awaits.
I guess this is our stop.
Enjoy the rest of your adventure, children.
This is the Blue Monkey?
This dime-store bauble?
- I've been rooked. Shafted by the gods.
- Nice going, Daffy.
I demand recompense.
I want my diamond.
Where is my humongous rock?
- This looks like a puzzle piece.
Wait a minute.
Are we rich yet?
Any time now.
I'm rich. I'm affluent.
My liquidity is assured.
Daffy, get back here. Don't touch that!
Let go! Don't you dare!
- The rock is mine. So close.
- You mind?
Yes, I mind. I'm the hero.
I should get the treasure.
The girl, too, but we'll discuss that later.
Careful with my diamond. Easy, now.
Dad, this is for you.
Why, D.J., why you? Why wasn't it me?
Just academic curiosity, you understand.
Gotta go. Bank closes at 5:00.
- Come on, Daffy, change him back.
- All right.
- D.J., pal, you're okay.
Give me that.
- I liked you better as a monkey.
That is so sweet.
Now if you could just
hand over the diamond.
- All right, now, I've come for the diamond.
- I knew it was you.
You knew it was me, did you?
You're wrong. Because I'm not me.
I can't. I can't reach over the hat.
I'd rehearse back at ACME,
but I never wore the hat.
And now the hat is throwing me off.
Thank you very much. Now, I'm actually...
- Saw that one coming.
Look into your heart, D.J.
- You know it's true.
- No, it can't be true.
You're right, it isn't.
Let's do some drills.
This doesn't make a lick of sense.
Well, who's laughing now?
Apparently, no one.
Anyway, give me the Monkey!
No, forget that, man. You're evil.
Thank you, but...
Anyway, Mr. Smith,
let's show this muscle-bound beefcake...
who I have sometimes been mistaken for...
what it's like to live in the real world.
Have you ever been disintegrated in one
place and then reassembled in another?
No, you don't!
I thought they fixed that glitch.
Mr. Smith is fired!
I have to do everything myself
So this is the remote that works.
This, my friend,
is the ACME Train of Death...
which is not good news for your father.
Don't worry about me, son.
I've gotten out of worse scrapes
than this one.
You see, if the Train of Death
doesn't kill him...
then those crates of TNT will.
Not to mention
the 2-ton anvil hanging over his head.
And look. There's the Pendulum of Doom.
What's the Pendulum of Doom
doing there? I did not order it.
It's overkill. Get rid of it.
Now, if you want to
keep your family "together"...
I would hand over the Blue Monkey now.
Don't worry, son. I'm fine.
- You're a sick man, you know that?
- Get used to it.
Excuse me? What about my father?
- He's waiting for a train.
- What? You...
Where's Marvin the Martian?
All right, here is the Blue Monkey.
Go put it on the satellite. Go!
No, you don't, eight ball.
You'd never catch that rabbit
being this heroic.
- What's up, doc?
- You're despicable.
Your friends' efforts will prove to be futile.
You see, here is the Blue Monkey,
here is the ACME satellite.
When the Blue Monkey
is finally docked in the satellite...
I will transmit a beam around the world...
which will transform
everyone but me into monkeys.
Now take them away!
Don't you think that'll get lonely...
Mr. All My Friends Swing from Trees
and Pick Fleas Out of Their Furry Butts?
Lonely? I suppose I could use
a little human companionship.
Thanks a lot.
I've seen you notice me.
I know I'm hot.
But I prefer someone
with a little more oomph.
I prefer Mary!
We're a cute couple, don't you think?
Take those future simians away
and lower the Monkey shield.
the worst sense of direction.
What do you know, he fell for it.
I guess I owe you $5.
Did you order satellite?
I don't even have cable.
You know, when I fired that duck...
I never would have seen this coming.
Gotta be a way out of this.
You can get out of this, son.
You've just got to set your mind to it.
Besides, I'm hearing my dad's voice
in my head.
Actually, I'm down here, son.
Hold on, Dad, I'll be right down!
That was too easy.
What was that noise, son?
- You know how I always wanted a dog?
I just got one.
Wait. Maybe he wants to play fetch.
- Nice mechanical doggy.
- Good dog. Want to play?
Good boy. Fetch!
It looks to be
a deadly mission requiring strength...
cunning and nerves of steel.
So good luck, Bugsy,
I'll keep the engine running.
You tricked me!
What's up, Darth?
Now I must incapacitate you
with my bubble gun.
Ain't that cute?
Of course you realize this means war.
You go that way. I'm gonna go this way.
Bad dog! Sit!
I don't want to put you
under any added pressure...
but judging by the vibrations
of these train tracks, I've got about...
one minute and forty-two seconds left.
Down! Put him down.
What am I gonna do?
What would Damian Drake do?
What would Duck Dodgers do?
Wait a minute. I am Duck Dodgers!
Yes, I'm going to be the hero of this picture!
Duck Dodgers to the rescue!
Duck Dodgers to the rescu...
It's you-know-who to the rescue! It helps if you don't say the name.
Disgusting Earth rodent.
Now to neutralize that duck.
This can't be good.
Now the diamond will bathe the Earth
in a monkey-transforming glow.
Ten, nine, eight, seven...
six, five, four...
three, two, one.
Thwarting evil makes me so angry.
That takes care of that.
Bugs: (Screams, Daffy grabs on to him) Thanks, Daff.
Darn dark side!
Are you all monkeys yet? Uh oh!
(Mr Chairman gets zapped. The people went over and see that Mr Chainman got turned into a monkey.)
Checkmate, Mr. Chairman.
You're going down.
Come on, say it.
Just a little "You're my hero"?
- Nope, sorry.
- Bugs, say it, come on.
- Not interested.
- No one will ever know.
I'm really proud of you, D.J.
I knew I could count on you.
Dad, I think we should move.
- What was wrong with Beverly Hills?
- I meant from this spot.
- I think we scratched it.
- Don't worry, it's a rental.
You guys, you pulled it off!
- You pulled it off, all right.
- Give me that.
Way to go, Daffy.
You didn't do so bad yourself, stunt boy.
To set the record straight...
all credit for saving the human race
goes to Daffy.
Oh, no, you don't, buster. You're the hero.
Wait a minute. Pronoun trouble.
I'm the hero.
I'm the hero, all right.
Are you gonna introduce us, D.J.?
- Dad, this is Kate. Kate, this is--
- Damian Drake.
I'm a really big fan... of your son.
Daff, you achieved your goal
of being a hero.
Yep, but you didn't achieve your goal...
of getting me back in your stupid movie.
- Cut. Great, that's a wrap.
- That's it, guys.
Remind me to get a new agent, will you?
Wait a minute. Maybe we are a team.
Bugs and Daffy. No, Daffy and Bugs.
What do you think?
Excuse me, do you remember me?
I threatened your manliness,
and you got me fired?
I know you.
Do I know him?
You must be someone that I got fired.
See, I get a lot of people fired.
- You be good now.
- So like I said...
Not again. He's down again. Are you okay?
- Come on.
- He said he can do stunts.
Bugs is here. Gotta go.
Daffy, you're right.
- The usual place, Mr. Bunny?
- Very good.
From now on, you and I are going to be
equal partners in this thing.
No more second banana for you.
Thanks, pal. I really appreciate this.
At last my star is rising.
All my hopes and aspirations...
(Suddenly, a stagelight falls and Daffy avoids it.)
Daffy: What do you know. My luck is changing already.
(But, however, he spoke too soon, when a logo lands squarely on him. The title, That's All Folks appears with Porky Pig, But, before he can say That's All Folks, the Lights dimmed.)
Porky: Go home, folks.
(The credits roll. A post credit scene shows Daffy being chased by two cowboys, they run around the jackpot machine, Daffy pulls the lever and makes a dash for it. The two cowboys see the machine and hold out their hats for money, but, then a dynamite blows up.)