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| - Bev: Don't get your tail feathers in the bunch, everyone. My fridge broke down, but help is on the way. Delivery Duck: Ducktown Ice! Delivery for Bev! Waddle: Ice. (puts his tongue on the ice, his tongue is stuck, and tries to pull it off.) Help! My tongue is stuck! Ed: Don't lick that, Waddle! Oly: You know where it's been. Delivery Duck: I can tell you where it's been, folks. This ice was cut from a genuine northern glacier. Bill, Ed, Oly, Waddle, Bev, Cecil: Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooo! Delivery Duck: It's all part of our new designer ice promotion at the Ducktown ice company. Bev: All right, I gotta get this iceberg to the kitchen. Aldo: I'll help. Bill: Wait, Aldo. I think there's something in there. Ed: In the ice? Oly: It could be a prize! Waddle: I want a pony! Bill: Huh? Ed: Hurry! Break it open! Oly: I hope it's Salad Toms! Waddle: Don't lick it whatever you do. Bill: Hold it, guys! We don't know what that thing is! Ed: It's a pie holder, Bill. Sometimes, I wonder about you. Aldo: He means, we don't know what's inside the ice. Cecil: We must be very cautious removing it. Now Bev, I recomend raising the temperature of the cafe by 20 degrees; placing the ice block in-- Cecil: (gasp) Or Aldo could simpley give it a good wall up with his tail. Oly: Well, it's not Salad Toms. Bill: It looks like an ancient cave duck. Cecil: He must've been frozen for millions of years. Do you realize what this could mean to the future of science? Ed: I say we phone the future of science and ask 'em how much they'll pay for it. Cecil: Be careful, everyone! He comes from a huntal bee hunted world. If he feels threaten, this hoteling what he'll do! Bill: Hang on, Bev! We're coming! Bev: No! Bev: I'm not telling you again about that club, mister! (grabs the frying pan) Bill: It's okay, Ice Duck. But, you just learned Rule #1 around the Decoy Cafe. Bill, Aldo: Nobody messes with Bev. Bev: (hops out of the counter and does her pose) Got that right. Ed: He's wild! Waddle: He's crazy! Oly: (points at the ice duck inside the Decoy Cafe) He's a wild, crazy, casicle duck! Bill: Cecil, look at him. He'll never survive on his own in Ducktown. Bill: I'll show him around. Just 'till he gets used to things. Cecil: What?! Bev: That's crazy! Ed: He's a wild thing. Oly: You saw what he did in here! Waddle: Don't lick him! Cecil: Bill, I believe you're making a grave mistake. Please, take him to the museum where he'll be safe and they can study him. Bill: They'll just lock him up like some kind of a science project! I'm taking care of him. Aldo: I sure hope you know what you're doin', Bill. Bill: How hard can it be, Aldo? He's a duck, I'm a duck... Aldo: That was a door. Now, it's not. Bill: I'll have that fixed right away, Bev. Ed: Bill took our million dollar duck. Waddle: Yeah, but we still got the ice he came in. Museum Duck: Why that's an extraordinary story, gentlemen. Ed: And it's all true! Oly: So, how much is this ancient ice worth to you? Museum Duck: Nothing. And it's creating a slippery mess. But, if you had a genuaniandisal ice duck, now that would be priceless. Ed: Priceless? Waddle: No way. Oly: He's worth a few bucks at least. Ed: Come on, we'll show that guy. Bill: Let's let the ice duck explore Ducktown for a while and see what interest him. Aldo: I'd rather go to the movies and make the feather bin, if that's okay. Bill: Hunngry? Ice Duck: Huuuuunnngry? Bill: Oh-ho, this is amazing! I'm communicating with him, already! Bill, Aldo: (saw Ice Duck missing) Huh? Bill: Look at him, Aldo. That's primal duck stuff. Aldo: No, that's just plain gross. Bill: Come on. The chocolate covered grub's inside the shop taste much better. Ed: Okay, let's split up and find our million dollar duck. Oly: I'll go North, you go South. Waddle: And I'll go East and West. Workout Instructor: And one and two, and one and two, and one and two, and one and two... Demented Duck: IIIIIIII'm Demented Duck! And I'm sooooo naughty that I'm smashing prices down, down, down..! Cecil: How was the ice duck getting along, Bill? Bill: I think I'm finally getting amused to modern life, Cecil. Bill: Ice Duck, no! Cecil: You know, there's an old saying you can take the duck out of the cave, but you can't take the cave out of the duck. Bill: Never heard of it. Male Duck #1: That's our food! Male Duck #2: Put that down! Female Duck: Who do you think you are? Ice Duck: Bill want food? Bill: No! You can't just take whatever you want. Bill: Ice Duck! No! Mother: My baby! Bill: I got her, I got her! Girl: Mommy, Mommy! (runs away) Aldo: Maybe Cecil's right, Bill. Maybe Ice Duck doesn't belong here. Bill: I can make him belong, Aldo, but he has to try harder. (talks to Ice Duck) NO! That was very bad, Ice Duck! Ice Duck: (sighed) Ice Duck bad? Bill: There is no eating other people's food, no hitting things with your club, no anything the way you used to do it! Aldo: Bill, he doesn't understand. He's just an ice duck. Bill: (talks to Ice Duck) The civilized thing to do is for you to walk over there and apologize for-- Bill: He's running away! Aldo: Maybe he's running away, because he doesn't want your help, Bill. Bill: What do you mean? Aldo: I mean, maybe he doesn't like it here. Did you ever think of that? Waddle: Look! Oly: It's the ice duck! Ed: Hey, look what we caught here, Ice Duck? Ed: Million nest club, here we come! Cecil: So, the more you taught him about our modern world... Bill: The more I stopped him from being who he really was. Aldo: A natural hunter; a wild duck. Ed: A million milkshakes, please. Bill: (gets off the chair) Where did you guys get all that money? Oly: The museum made us an author we couldn't refure. Waddle: Yeah, and we're going to the ice company to see if they have any more ducks in their ice. Bill: What?! You sold Ice Duck?! Aldo, take that money! Oly: Wah! (lets go of the money) Well, you don't have to get ugly about it! Bill: Wait! (runs to the museum duck and gives the money to him) Here's your money. We're taking the ice duck. Museum Duck: Now see here, young man. This is an extremely important scientific investigation. Aldo: And see these? They're really sharp teeth! Ice Duck: (groans) Ice Duck happy! Bill: I'm sorry I got mad at you. I-I-It's just.. well, maybe you're not suited for Ducktown, after all. But, where can he go? Aldo: It's gotta be some place where he can be wild. Bill: And where he can pound his club all he wants and no one will mind. Aldo: And eat grubs fresh out of the ground. Bill: Hey, I know just the place! Ice Duck: Like home! Like home! Aldo: Great idea, Bill. The island is perfect for him. Bill: Yeah, livin' off the land, no one tellin' 'em what he can and can't do. Aldo: Would you think you'll like living here, alone? Bill: He's not gonna be alone. Ice Duck: Chicken happy!
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