Chip and Dale's Rescue Rangers: The Movie

"Somemouse to Watch Over Me..."

Written by Matt Plotecher

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FADE IN

EXT: PROFESSOR NIMNUL'S HILLTOP LAB -- NIGHT

Slow TRUCK IN on an angle. PAN into an air vent and down the dark, steel
tunnels, emerging into the testing area.

INT: PROFESSOR NIMNUL'S TESTING AREA -- NIGHT

Professor Nimnul is wearing a metal exoskeleton, which is gleaming silver.
Several attachments and the like are placed around his arms, legs, and head. He
walks over to a stuffed dummy (dressed like a police officer) and punches it.
The head flies off and bounces off the far wall. He turns and fires an
electrical bolt, destroying another dummy. He breaks into a very fast run,
jumps up about ten feet, rebounds off a wall, and lands behind another dummy. A
glowing blade springs from the wrist of the exoskeleton, and he slices the
dummy in half. His other wrist comes up, and two small missiles fire out,
blowing up more dummies in the distance.

NIMNUL

   Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha! This is, by far, the most devious invention of mine ever!
   And for an evil genius like me, that's saying something. All tests have
   been passed, and it's running like Swiss watch in combat. My strength 
   and reflexes are boosted up, and all of the options and weapons 
   work perfectly. Ha! Inspector Gadget wishes he had it so good! Now I can
   paralyze the police force, freeze the F.B.I., and sandblast the S.W.A.T. 
   team! Ha ha ha ha ha!
(He wipes his forehead.)
   Whew! Ranting and raving about world domination always makes me 
   hungry. Well, I might as well raid the refrigerator before I start the 
   conquest of the city. It's so hard to loom menacingly on an empty 
   stomach.

He undoes the locks and safeties, leaving the exoskeleton standing. He walks
off through a doorway. PAN over to the other side of the lab. Normie comes
running in, looking excited.

NORMIE

   Wow! What a great episode that was! I loved the shootout they had at the
   the end with those aliens. Who would have figured that the F.B.I. knew
   all along that Spam was really a mind-controlling drug used by aliens
   to abduct that guy's partner! I bet I could be that good!
(He begins to run about, shooting away with his hands.)
   Zap! Pow! Bang! Gotcha, you government-endorsed alien! 
(Does take towards O.S.)
   Oh! Now here's the gun I would use!

He picks up the Gigantico-Gun off of a nearby workbench, and starts running
about, pretending to shoot.

NORMIE

   Zap! Zap! Brrrrrrzzziinnnnggg!

As he runs around the lab, he trips and falls, dropping the Gigantico-Gun. It
goes off, hitting the exoskeleton. It slowly shrinks away, until it stops, now
very small. Normie looks very nervous as he comes over to it.

NORMIE

   Gee...Uncle Norton will be really upset when he finds out about this. I
   think it would a good thing for me to be elsewhere when he does.

He backs away slowly, turning and running out through the door he came in.

TILT DOWN to an air grate and TRUCK IN. DISSOLVE TO:

INT. -- HORIZONTAL AIR VENT

Packrat is slowly walking along the vent. He is carrying a sack over one
shoulder.

PACKRAT

   Man, it's been a poor night here. Usually this Nimnul guy has more
   interesting things lying around then a half-eaten can of Spam.

As he walks by the grate to the testing area, a gleam catches his eye. He
stops, backs up, and peers into the room. Slow TRUCK IN on the armor, gleaming
in the low lighting.

PACKRAT

   Well, well, well. Mayhaps I spoke too soon.

He smiles widely as he pushes the air vent open.

CUT TO TITLE SHOT

ROLL CREDITS OVER:

EXT.: PARK --  DAY

PAN slowly across park, moving in closer as the title credits roll. As the
credits finish, DISSOLVE TO:

EXT. -- RANGER'S HEADQUARTERS -- DAY

CHIP (V.O.)

   Come on, Dale! It's been forever since you've moved!

CUT TO:

INT. -- RANGER'S LIVING ROOM -- DAY

Chip and Dale are playing chess at the table, Monterey Jack is reading a book
on the sofa, Zipper is busy dusting the top of the television, and Gadget is
fiddling with one of her inventions next to Monty. Chip is glaring at Dale, who
is staring blankly at the chessboard.

DALE

   Just give me a minute, Chip. I'm thinking.

CHIP

   It'll take more than a minute for your brain to evolve to the stage of
   conscious thought, Dale.

Dale scowls at Chip. He snatches up one of his knights and bats away one of
Chip's pawns, setting his knight in the square. He crosses his arms in smug
satisfaction and gazes condescendingly at Chip. Chip smiles slyly as he takes
his rook, and moves aside Dale's knight, placing the rook there.

CHIP

   Checkmate.

Dale's jaw drops. He looks looks dumbfounded as he studies the board. Finally,
he sighs and leans his head in his hands.

CHIP

   Look, Dale. Chess is a strategic game. You have to plan out your moves.
   As a rule, you should always plan three moves ahead. That way, you
   can adjust your plans as needed.

DALE

   Awww...I don't think it's gonna work Chip. I can't seem to concentrate
   long enough to think that far ahead. Things distract me too easily.

CHIP

   And that's why we're doing this Dale. Chess will help you focus your
   thoughts, clarify your plans, and solidify your attention.

DALE

   Huh? What? I'm sorry, I wasn't listening.

CHIP 
(To himself)
   Then again...

MONTEREY

   Aw, don't fret over it, Chipper. Some people just aren't as interested as
   you in deep plans and the like.

GADGET

   Monty's right, Chip. Besides, Dale is the wild card of the team. He's
   the random factor that keeps our opponents off-guard.

She continues to tighten something inside her invention, and a spring suddenly
shoots out. It ricochets off the roof, barely missing Zipper, and entangles
itself around Monty's head--TWANG!

MONTEREY

   Actually, Gadget-luv, I think you fill that position nicely.

DALE
(Dreamily)
   Wild card, eh?
(He looks hopefully at Gadget)
   So you think that my role is important?

Gadget is now trying to free Monty from the spring, but the harder she pulls,
the tighter it wraps itself around his head, getting caught in in his hair and
moustache. To his credit, Monty says nothing through this, only emits
occasional grunts.

GADGET

   Sure! We all contribute to the team, and it's that give-and-take 
   relationship we all share that makes us greater than the sum of our
   parts.

While she talks, Zipper comes to her aid, and they finally manage to pull off
the spring, along with Monty's cap inside it.

DALE

   Greater than our sum of parts?
(Scratches head.)
   Is this that new math stuff?

MONTEREY
(Retrieving his cap.)
   Naw, Dale. Gadget's merely sayin'  that if each of us worked 
   independently of each other towards some common goal, our success
   wouldn't be as good as if we had all worked together.

DALE

   I...think I understand...sorta...a little...maybe...

CHIP

   Look, Dale, think back to all of the times when we've been split up
   during a case. Each time we struggled along until we regrouped.
   Then things started to flow more smoothly.

Zipper flies over to the chessboard, placing the knight back to it's original
position. Chip moves his rook back into place as he continues.

CHIP

   Because we support each other, it helps cancel out individual
   weaknesses, and at the same time, reinforce our...strengths...

Chip trails off as he watches Zipper push the Queen across the board, pushing
aside a bishop. Chip does a stunned take at the board. Monty walks over and
looks over Chip's shoulder.

MONTEREY

   Checkmate...mate.

Monty pats Chip on the back smiling, and gives Zipper a wink of approval.
Zipper brushes off his hands and flies off. FOLLOW Zipper until he passes Chip,
where he is still staring at the chessboard.

KNIGHT WIPE TO:

EXT: PARK -- DAY

The Rangers are walking along a dirt path in a secluded section of the park.

CHIP

   So what is this again, Monty? Some kind of carnival?

MONTEREY

   Not precisely, mate. More like an overgrown picnic party. John D.
   Bricken is holding a congratulations bash for his wife, Diana.

GADGET

   Golly! I remember hearing about her! She was just selected for
   the chairman's seat of Norwin Enterprises! Or, that would be 
   chairwoman's..or chairperson's...maybe chairmouse's...

MONTEREY
(Interrupting)
   Th-that's all right, Gadget-luv, we know what you mean.

Monty breathes a sigh of relief behind Gadget's back.

DALE

   Norwin Enterprises, huh? They're the ones that run all of the shipping
   business down at the docks. 

MONTEREY

   Too right, Dale.  They've been operating down there as long as the
   town's been around. They specialize in the imports and exports coming
   in overseas, and have gained a strong reputation for a fair and honest
   company.

DALE

   How come you know so much about them, Monty?

MONTEREY
(Smiling)
   Well, they started out as cheese importers...

CHIP
(Smirking)
   Of course.

DISSOLVE TO:

EXT: OPEN FIELD -- DAY

The field is bustling with activity. Tables and chairs are set up in no
particular fashion, various foods adorn the tables, mostly cheeses. Mice,
chipmunks, squirrels, and others are all present in all age groups. There is a
light, fun atmosphere about the place.

GADGET

   Golly! Looks like there's everything to do here! Volleyball, socializing...

Monty spots the cheese on the tables. FAST ZOOM in on a very bright yellow
piece of Swiss cheese. Monty does a cheese-attack take.

MONTEREY

   Chee--ee--ee--ee--se!!

GADGET

   ...And, of course, eating.

Monty takes off in a cloud of dust, leaving the others behind.

GADGET

   Well, guys, Monty's beaten us to the buffet. So why don't we mingle a 
   little?

Chip and Dale nod in agreement and follow Gadget into the mix of guests. A
series of small scenes are seen, with Chip, Dale, Gadget, and Zipper meeting
various people. Monty, after filling several plates with food, also begins
chatting. Zipper glances over to the side, does double take, and begins tugging
on Chip's jacket, making urgent motions towards what he's looking at.

CHIP

   What is it, Zipper? These people too boring for you too?

Zipper grabs Chip's head from the back and swivels it around. Chip's jaw drops
and his eyes widen. Bubbles is standing in the midst of a group of people, very
close to Diana. He is dressed in a simple, but stylish clothing, while Diana is
decked out in a fine silk dress and ample jewelry. TRUCK  BACK from Chip and
Zipper's stunned faces to Dale, Gadget, and Monty listening to another mouse
speaking.

MOUSE
(In a long winded voice)
   ...So clearly the economical troubles overseas is a direct result of the
   political climate and ramifications from the poor governing skills of
   the local--

CHIP
(Blurting in)
   BUBBLES!

GADGET
(Turning to him)
   What? I don't think bubbles have many governing skills, Chip.

CHIP
(Shaking his head)
   No, I mean that creep Bubbles from the Cola Cult!

DALE
(Puzzled)
   Bubbles is governing overseas? No wonder they've got troubles.

Chip turns to them and points to Bubbles.

CHIP

   No, Dale, I mean Bubbles is here! Right over there!

MONTEREY
(Jaw agape)
   Strike me starkers! He is over there. Right next to Mrs. Bricken!

ALL (EXCEPT MONTEREY AND THE MOUSE)

   What?!

The mouse peers over to where the rangers are staring. He regards them
strangely as he responds.

MOUSE

   Well, my good fellows, where else would you expect him to be?
(All of the Rangers do a take at him.)
   He is, after all, her bodyguard.

The rangers continue to stare in disbelief.

DALE

   What?!

CHIP

   You've GOT to be kidding!

MONTEREY

   He's one of the scummist creatures to crawl out from under a rock.
(Glances back to Bubbles.)
   Or a boulder, in his case.

MOUSE
(Slowly)
   Wait...
(He studies them carefully. Then his expression brightens.)
   Oh! You must be the ones who foiled his Cola Cult scheme!

GADGET

   Well...yeah. I mean...you know about that?

MOUSE
(Chuckling)
   My dear young lady, everyone knows about it. Bubbles has talked at
   great length about his past, and in particular, your brilliant work in 
   stopping him.

DALE

   Boy, this just gets better and better.

CHIP

   Okay, hold it. Wait. Time out. Stop everything. Would you 
   pleeeaaassseee tell us what in the world is going on? When did
   Bubbles become a bodyguard? And why is he speaking so highly
   of us?

BUBBLES (O.S.)

   I can answer that for you.

All turn to face him in surprise. Dale and Gadget quickly dart behind Chip,
while Monty moves in front of the rest of them, Zipper by his head. Monty looks
threatening, but Bubbles doesn't seem to notice.

MONTEREY
(Angrily)
   Out of jail already, Bubbles? I thought that you'd have snuck back
   under a bottle cap by now.

Bubbles appears to be completely oblivious to Monty's intent stare. He Grabs
Montys' hand and pumps it vigorously.

BUBBLES

   Hey! I see you've still got that great sense of humor, Monty, ol' buddy! I
   also see you've still got that great shock absorber, if you know what I
   mean.
(He nudges Monty in the stomach pointedly.)
   But hey, I suppose just because I've changed so much, I assumed that the
   rest of you would have as well.

CHIP
(Sarcastically)
   Changed?

BUBBLES

   You bet! I'm now 100% reformed. Totally cured of my former habits. I
   live and work honest, and I owe my complete turn-around to you all.

The mouse nods in acknowledgement.

MOUSE

   Bubbles has mentioned numerous times how his life of crime was 
   stopped short by you...how do you put it Bubbles? “Marvelous
   Rescue Rangers” or something?

GADGET
(Still behind Chip)
   How...nice.

BUBBLES

   After my defeat, I spent a lot of time thinking where I went wrong. And I
   decided to make some positive steps towards a new goal. So I did some
   legwork around the city until I found out that Mr. Bricken was looking
   for a bodyguard for his wife. I applied, and they hired me on.

Chip is growing less nervous with each sentence, and is now wearing an open
frown of disbelief.

MOUSE

   And did they make the right choice! Not two days after they wisely
   selected Bubbles, he saved her from a kidnapping attempt. Since then,
   he has successfully protected her on a number of occasions.

A faint woman's call is heard off the side. Bubbles glances back, nods, and
turns back to the rangers.

BUBBLES

   Well, looks like the lady--er, boss-- is ready to go home. See you around
   chums!

He waves and trots OFFSTAGE. The mouse sighs as he walks off after him. The
rangers look at one another questioningly. Monty glances at Zipper, who shakes
his head.

MONTEREY

   I'm with you, Zipper. I can't buy this story either, whatever he says.

CHIP

   Yeah, I trust Bubbles about as far as I can toss him. I remember him all
   too well. He'd sell his own grandmother if he thought he could profit
   from it.

GADGET

   So what do you think we should do? Follow him?

CHIP

   No. It seems that he's been doing this for awhile, so there's no doubt
   that he'll be going back to the Bricken's mansion. As Mrs. Bricken's
   bodyguard, we won't be able to find out anything useful there. Not
   with the Bricken's believing in him fully.

DALE

   Gee, you don't think he might have actually reformed, do you? I mean,
   he's had plenty of time to kidnap Mrs. Bricken and steal loot from the 
   mansion, or whatever, but he hasn't done anything.

Gadget shakes her head in disagreement.

GADGET

   I doubt it, Dale. He may be all nice and friendly towards us now, but
   that can't erase what he tried to do to all of us.

CHIP

   Well, let's check around and see what we can find out. Maybe
   someone has heard something on the street.

DALE

   Do you think that he's really up to something Chip? And if he is, how
   do we know that someone else knows about it?

CHIP

   I don't know Dale.
(TRUCK BACK from Chip, showing the rest of the rangers looking after
Bubbles.)
   We can only hope that someone has heard, and that they'll talk.

FADE OUT

NIMNUL (V.O.)

   NNNOOOORRRMMMIIIEEEEEE!!!!!!!!

FADE IN

INT: PROFESSOR NIMNUL'S TESTING AREA -- DAY

UPSIDE-DOWN (Normie's POV) Professor Nimnul is staring angrily at him.

NIMNUL

   How many times do I have to tell you not to play with my experiments!?
   You are in serious trouble, young man, unless you tell me what happened
   to my exoskeleton!

NORMIE (V.O.)

   Er...I accidentally...sorta...shrunk it
(Nimnul glares at him.)
   Not that much! Honest! It's still around! 

NIMNUL
(Crossing his arms)
   And how did you shrink my invention this time?

NORMIE (V.O.)

   The gun that makes things really big, or small in this case. I think you
   called it the Geronimo-Gun...

NIMNUL

   Oh! The Gigantico-Gun! Well, if that's how you shrunk it, why didn't you
   just reverse it?
(Normie is silent for a long time.)
   Well?

NORMIE (V.O.)
(Quietly)
   I didn't think of that...

NIMNUL

   Oh, no matter. I can easily do it myself. And more safely, from the looks
   of things...

He wanders OFFSTAGE, and sounds of him rummaging through his devices can be
heard.

NORMIE (V.O.)
(Hesitatingly)
   Uh...Uncle Norton...

More rattling is heard. Then a couple of squeaks from a rubber duck.

NIMNUL (V.O.)

   I was wondering what had happened to that...

NORMIE (V.O.)

   ...Uncle Norton...

More tinks and clatters are heard.

NIMNUL (V.O.)

   Ah! Here it is! Now to find the exoskeleton...

NORMIE (V.O.)

   UNCLE NORTON!

NIMNUL

   What is it?

NORMIE (V.O.)

   Can you let me down now? All the blood has drained to my head, I think.
   It feels denser than normal, anyway.

NIMNUL
(Sighing)
   I suppose. Besides, you can help search. It is your fault that I
can't
   start terrorizing the city just yet.

He pulls out a remote control and press a button.

NORMIE (V.O.)

   Sorry Uncle Nor--Yeow!

Normie is dropped by the mechanical hand holding him and bounces off his head
on the floor. He rubs it and slowly gets up, while Nimnul mutters to himself
and wanders around with a magnifying glass. TILT UP from him to a clock on a
wall. DISSOLVE to the same clock, but two hours have passed. TILT DOWN to him,
looming over a trembling Normie.

NIMNUL

   It's not here Normie! Once again, my plans for devastating the globe 
   are halted because of my interfering nephew! No other mad genius has
   had this type of problem before! Not Genghis Khan, not Napoleon,
   not even Lex Luthor!

NORMIE
(Cowering against a wall)
   I don't suppose saying I'm sorry would help satisfy your appetite for
   conquest?

NIMNUL

   Not in the least!
(He sighs and pulls out a small device from his lab coat.)
   Fortunately, being a genius has its perks, which includes foresight. With
   this tracking unit, I can find out where exactly the exoskeleton is. Since
   it was reduced to a much smaller scale, it was probably dragged off by
   some small creatures...rodents, knowing my luck.
   
NORMIE
(Skeptically)
   Do you really think that rodents are responsible for this?

NIMNUL

   Trust me on this: I have had the worst of times with lower life forms.
   Especially those related to me.

He glares at Normie, who shrinks into his shirt.

WIPE TO:

EXT: CITY STREET -- NIGHT

Chip and Dale are wearily walking down the street. A rope ladder drops from
above. TILT UP from Chip to the Ranger Plane. Gadget is leaning over to them,
with Monty next to her. Zipper is perched at the nose of the plane.

GADGET

   Climb up, guys. I think it's time to go home.

Chip and Dale climb up and flop into the back seat, exhausted.

MONTEREY

   Well, mates, I checked at the seafood bar down by Pier 12, and even 
   nosed around Cat alley for a little bit, until I almost got a little bite,
   m'self.
   
DALE
(Looking over the edge of the plane)
   Things didn't go so well for us, either.

CHIP
(Leaning against the side of the plane)
   We checked out the Koo-Koo Cola Company, the old Cola Cult
   headquarters, and the surrounding areas, but no word about Bubbles.

GADGET

   Zipper and I were on high-altitute recon all day, but nothing was all
   we found.

Monty snorts at this statement.

MONTEREY

   I think we all found the same nothing, and dancin' dingoes but there's
   a lot of nothing out there.
(Pauses, scratching has chin)
   And yet, I can't help but think that Bubbles is laughing at us right now.

DALE
(Unenthusiastically)
   Well, I suppose with a name like ‘Bubbles'  he has to laugh at something.

GADGET
(Shrugs)
   I guess it's possible that we were all actually wrong about him. Maybe
   he really has reformed. From all the evidence I've seen so far, it looks
   like it's actually true.

MONTEREY
(Defeated)
   You're probably right, Gadget-luv. We looked under every rock and in
   every niche and cranny, and we haven't found a single thing.

Chip looks at the others, but says nothing. He turns his gaze back out across
the night sky over the city.

CUT TO:

EXT: SKY OVER CITY -- NIGHT -- RANGER PLANE

The rangers are slowly making their way back across town. Chip, still
stargazing, is lost in thought.

PAN past Chip to the sky, eventually stopping at Chip's POV. The cityscape is
beautiful and quiet, with the only moment being the wind across his hat. And
the small mouse figuring darting across a rooftop. As Chip's thoughts begin to
focus on the figure, he watches in amazement as the figure shoots some sort of
a laser out of his hand, cutting through the cement roof, and then smoothly
slips through the new hole.

CHIP
(Snapped back into reality)
   Wait a minute! Stop the plane!

GADGET

   What is it?

CHIP

   I'm not sure. I think there's a break in going on, but from what I saw, it
   might have only been my imagination.

MONTEREY

   Well, let's swing back around, anyway. Nothing else ‘as happened
   tonight.

Gadget turns the plane around, and they fly back to the rooftop. After landing,
they quickly move over to the area that Chip saw the intruder at.

EXT: ROOFTOP -- NIGHT

DALE

   Hey! Look over there!

He points to a small hole in the roof, with only darkness within. The rangers
quickly scurry over to it. Gadget leans over and inspects the cut as Chip
talks.

CHIP

   I thought I saw somebody moving along the rooftop. When I looked closer
   the figure looked like...
(He trails off, trying to explain)
   ...like he shot some sort of laser out of his hand, cutting through the
   roof!

GADGET
(Getting back up)
   You saw right, Chip. This concrete was cut cleanly and smoothly. A laser
   is the only way I can think of that could do this.

DALE

   So it is a break-in!

MONTEREY
(Nodding)
   I doubt this bloke merely forgot his keys.

Chip runs back to the plane and grabs some various gear. He comes back, plants
a plunger next to him with rope tied to it, and tosses the rope down.

CHIP

   Let's go, team. Maybe tonight won't be a total waste after all.

INT: HALLWAY -- NIGHT

They each slide down the rope in turn into the darkened hallway. Gadget takes a
small penlight out and casts it about. The move in a tight cluster through the
hallway.

DALE

   I wonder how he got down without any rope, or something to climb down
   on?

GADGET

   Well, I suppose that if he has a laser in his hand, it's probable that he
   has other abilities as well.

Zipper buzzes at Monty, explaining another possibility.

MONTEREY

   Right you are, Zipper. He might have wings.

CHIP

   Well, whatever he has, it doesn't help us in finding him. We don't even
   know if we're looking in the right direction. We need some sort of clue.

Suddenly, red lights start flashing and buzzers are sounding. Some shouting is
heard down the the hallway in front of them.

DALE

   Will this do?

Chip shoots a glare at Dale as they race down to the connecting hallway. Guards
are running down the hallway to their right, guns drawn.

GUARD 1(O.S.)

   It's the gem cutting lab! We've got a breach!

The guards rush to the room, the rangers trying to keep up. As they near, Dale
points to the bottom of the door.

DALE

   Look! There's another one!

Another small hole of the same size from the roof is at the bottom of the
doorway. The door is still closed, and the guards don't notice the hole.

GUARD 1

   Door's still locked.

He steps back and kicks the door in forcefully, breaking part of the frame off.
Guards storm into the room while the rangers enter via the hole.

INT: GEM CUTTER'S LAB -- NIGHT

Guards run over to one of the wall safes. It is open and ransacked, with
various gems covering the floor, both cut and uncut.

GUARD 2
(Surprised)
   The cut alexendrites are gone!

GUARD 1

   The uncut stones are still here, even the cut diamonds and rubies.

GUARD 2

   But where did the crook go? It was less than two minutes since we got
   the silent alarm, and less than that since we set off the main one. The
   door was still locked--from the inside!

As the guards scratch their heads and look around, the rangers sneak over to
hide behind a table near the open safe. They all study the scene from their
vantage point.

GADGET
(Whispering)
   Hey guys! I think I see another hole in the back of the safe.

CHIP
(Quietly)
   We have to get closer to see, but I don't like the idea of being seen by
   these nervous guards. They might react with their trigger fingers,
   depending on how shaken they are by the missing crook.

As he says this, INTERCUT with a TRUCK BACK from the open safe to the guards
milling about, all acting a bit worried. Chip leans back against the table.

GADGET
(Still studying the hole in the safe)
   I'll bet that he's gone into the walls of the building. And from what I've
   seen of his apparent prowess and equipment, he could be anywhere in
   the building by now.

MONTEREY
(Glumly)
   Or even back outside.

CHIP

   Which is where we need to be. The police will be looking for anything
   everywhere, and I doubt that the rope dangling from the hole back at the
   roof will be taken well, not to mention if they discover our plane, even
    if they only consider it a bleach-bottle zeppelin.

He cautiously leads the rangers away from the room.

CUT TO:

EXT: SKY OVER PARK -- NIGHT -- RANGER PLANE

The ranger plane eases itself down towards the rangers headquarters.

MONTEREY
(Yawning)
   Well, I don't know about you fellas, but this bushwhacker is beat.

DALE

   Yeah. I'm in bed as soon as we land. A good night's sleep to clear out 
   the cobwebs and I'll be ready to track the bionic mouse tomorrow.

Zipper is nearly asleep on Monty's shoulder. He sleepily nods his agreement.
Gadget eases the plane down gently on the landing limb of the ranger's
headquarters. The rangers slowly file out of the plane and inside.

INT: RANGER'S LIVING ROOM -- NIGHT

Dale, Zipper, and Monty shamble off to their rooms. Chip sits down at the table
while Gadget goes into the kitchen.

Chip takes a pencil and paper and starts jotting down notes. His lids are
heavy, but he determinedly pushes on.

GADGET(O.S.)

   Chip?

Chip does a surprise take and turns around. Gadget is looking at him, holding a
glass of water.

GADGET

   Sorry to startle you, but why don't you go to bed?

CHIP
(Stretching)
   A lot happened in a short time when we saw that burglary. I've
   been going over the details in mind since we left, trying to keep
   everything fresh. 
(He turns back to the paper)
   Now I just want to write it all down, so I don't forget in the morning.

Gadget shrugs. She turns and walks towards her room.

GADGET

   Well, don't be up too late. Good night, Chip. Pleasant dreams.

Chip turns and watches her walk off. His expression slowly grows soft, a smile
growing slowly across his face. He watches until she closes the door to her
room.

CHIP
(Very softly)
   Good night, Gadget.

He sighs and goes back to his work. TRUCK BACK from him to show the empty and
dark room.

DISSOLVE TO:

INT: RANGER'S LIVING ROOM -- MORNING

Chip is asleep at the table. TRUCK IN as he slowly stirs and the television
voice-over grows louder.

TELEVISION NEWSMAN (V.O.)

   ...the string of burglaries late last night has left police baffled over
   the apparent lack of clues. Police chief Frentron stated that the 
   police force was hard at work among the crime scenes but could
   not reveal any details as yet. The string of stolen goods include
   gems, electronic compon--

The television is shut off as there is a sudden knock at the door. Chip jerks
upright, startled. Dale trots past to the door.

DALE

   Morning, Chipper! Have a good sleep?

Chip only nods, still groggy. Dale opens up the door to admit Packrat.

PACKRAT
(Glancing over his shoulder)
   Umm...excuse me. I'm looking for the...
(Pauses slightly. He speaks unsure of himself)
   ...Rescue Rangers?

DALE

   That's us! Come on in. I'm Dale, and that's Chip.

Chip, still not quite awake, only waves and smiles sleepily. Packrat steps
inside and to the table, still acting a little nervous. 

DALE
(Shouting)
   MONTY! GADGET! ZIPPER! Come on, we've got company!

Packrat sits down at the table.

PACKRAT

   I wasn't sure what else to do...I've heard that you guys might be able to
   help.

Monty, Gadget and Zipper enter.

MONTEREY

   What's the problem, mates?

DALE

   This is...uh...
(Turns to Packrat)
   ...What is your name, anyway?

PACKRAT

   Packrat.

DALE

   Oh! This is Packrat.
(Dale motions to each ranger in turn.)
   And this is Monterey Jack, Zipper, and Gadget.

Packrat's eyes widen and he smiles broadly as Gadget is introduced.

PACKRAT

   Delighted!

CHIP
(Sharply)
   Didn't you have a problem?

PACKRAT

   What? Oh, yeah! Well, it's pretty simple really. Some guys robbed me
   last week, and now they're trying to kidnap me!

CHIP

   What did they take from you?

PACKRAT

   I'm not sure what it was, exactly. I think some sort of medical body
   brace or something. I had just gotten it that night when they robbed me.
   They didn't even know what it was, only that it looked “cool”, as one of
   them said. One of them was a cat, so he might have wanted to use me
   for a snack, but once they saw the...thing, they liked it so much that as
   they were looking it over, I ran.

GADGET
(Concerned)
   And now they're trying to kidnap you?

PACKRAT
(Nodding)
   They been trying for the past three days. I can't hardly go out anymore,
   because they're always looking for me. Last night, they found out where
   I lived, and I barely managed to escape.
(He sighs, and looks sadly at the table)
   Since that I couldn't go home, so I wandered about for hours, until I
   remembered hearing about you guys. So I came here.

The rest of the rangers look glum after his story. Chip straightens in his
chair, pushing last night's notes out of the way.

CHIP

   Then let's get started. The first thing to do is find out who is after you,
   and why.

MONTEREY

   Who were these people that robbed you?

PACKRAT
(Thinking back)
   Let's see, there was the cat. He's easy to remember, because I thought
   I was about to be eaten. Then there was a lizard or salamander or
   something reptile like that. Ummm....oh! There was also a rat. I think.

DALE

   Hmmmm....a reptile, cat and a rat. Sounds like a Dr. Suess gang to me.

GADGET

   Is there anything else that you can remember about them? Were those
   all of the attackers?

PACKRAT

   It's strange. I'm pretty sure that there was one more...but I can't
   remember now. But I do know that the lizard or gila monster or
   whatever had on a really bad suit. And some stupid hat.

DALE

   Yeah, most hats are stupid.

Chip and Monty both hit him with their hats. Zipper buzzes something to Gadget.

GADGET

   I know, Zipper. It think I know who it is too, but I can't dig up anything.

PACKRAT
(Alert)
   Dig? Wait a minute! That reminds me! There was also a mole there as
   well.

RANGERS
(In unison)
   Mole?!

MONTEREY
(Counting off his fingers)
   Add together a badly dressed lizard, a cat, a rat, and mole...

CHIP
(Slapping his fist into his palm)
   ...and it equals Fat Cat!

DALE

   Huh? It must this new math stuff...I thought it would be Fat Cat's gang.

GADGET

   It is Dale, but they would only do something on Fat Cat's orders. He's
   the one behind everything.

DALE

   But I thought that they didn't actually go out to steal the body brace
   thingy, but it happened on the spur of the moment.

CHIP
(Thinking)
   Hmmm...I'll bet you anything that it did happen that way, Dale. But then
   when they took it back to Fat Cat, he saw something about it, and sent
   them back out to get Packrat!

PACKRAT

   Hey...that's right. Now that I think about it, it had all sorts of doodads
   on it.

GADGET
(A smile perking up)
   Really?

PACKRAT

   Yeah. ‘Course, I never got a chance to find out what they did.

Zipper buzzes excitedly about Packrat.

MONTEREY

   Good point, Zipper. Fat Cat probably mistakenly believes you to be the
   builder of the brace, mate.

CHIP
(Nodding)
   So to figure out what it was, and what the doodads do, Fat Cat sent
   his goons out to retrieve the inventor of it.

PACKRAT
(Sighing)
   Great.
(Puts his hand to his head)
   So if I'm a captured, I won't be able to work whatever that thing is, but I
   somehow don't think this Fat Cat character will believe me.

MONTEREY
(Winking)
   But they have to catch you first, mate.

GADGET

   And with us helping out, his goons won't get anywhere near you.

DALE
(Striking a heroic pose)
   You bet! His gang isn't that smart. Their combined I.Q.'s are lower
   than my intelligence.

CHIP

   And that's saying something.

DALE

   That's right! I--hey, hold on there...

MONTEREY
(Rubbing his hands together)
   Whaddaya say that we pay ol' Fat Cat a little visit?

CHIP
(Dramatically)
   To the ranger wing!

DALE

   How come he always gets the good lines?

RANGER WING WIPE TO:

EXT: SKY OVER CITY -- AFTERNOON

The ranger plane flying along swiftly.

CHIP (V.O.)

   Of all the times to be at a new hideout! We've checked the casino, the
   candy factory, and even cat alley! And still no sign of them.

DALE (V.O.)

   Maybe they went to Packrat's house.

CUT TO:

EXT: SKY OVER CITY -- AFTERNOON -- RANGER WING

Chip and Gadget are in the front seats with Zipper, while Monty, Dale, and
Packrat are crowded in the back.

PACKRAT

   I wouldn't mind going back there now. It's a mess, but at least I can
   inhale without bumping into somebody.

He squirms a little, shifting Monty and Dale out to the sides. All three groan.

GADGET

   Sorry, Packrat. I designed most of the vehicles with only five rangers in 
   mind. One who usually flies along.

PACKRAT
(Grumbling)
   I guess that makes job security pretty comfy. Too bad I can't say the
   same for my spleen.

MONTEREY

   Relax, mate. Soon we'll get your body brace back.
(Louder than he intended)
   I just hope it has a brace for your mouth.

Packrat shoots a glare at Monty.

PACKRAT
(Accusingly)
   Did anyone ever tell you that your breath smells like goat cheese?

CHIP
(Blatantly ignoring those in the back)
   Gadget, can you think of anywhere else Fat Cat might be? Have we
   missed something?

GADGET

   I think Dale had our best bet. Let's swing by Packrat's place.

Dale grins at Gadget, and leans forward towards Chip.

DALE

   Hear that, Chipper? She said I had the best idea! Looks like you
   don't earn those leader strips today.

He giggles. Chip has a deep-set frown embedded in his features, but then it
brightens as an idea hits him.

CHIP
(Suddenly leaning forward)
   Hey! Look at that overturned cheese truck down there!

MONTEREY
(Straining forward)
   What?! Cheese? Where?!

Monty shifts forward quickly, shoving Packrat to one side, who in turn buries
Dale in the back seat behind him. Dale's protests are muffled by the cushions
and Packrat's groaning.

CHIP
(Wide grin)
   Sorry, Monty. My mistake. I don't know what I was thinking.

Zipper shakes his head at the rest of them and rolls his eyes.

EXT: BACK ALLEY -- PACKRAT'S APARTMENT BUILDING -- DAY

The ranger wing lands behind a garbage can, and everyone climbs out. The alley
is full of clutter and trash. Even in the daylight, it seems dark.

PACKRAT

   Ah! It's good to see that the alley still has its reassuring...

MONTEREY

   Trash?

GADGET

   Filth?

CHIP

   Garbage?

DALE

   Junk?

PACKRAT
(Oblivious to them)
   ...stuff! I was afraid that the place would change...get cleaned up...maybe 
   even increase in property value...but it's so good to know...that the ‘ol
   homestead hasn't changed.

Packrat gets choked up, and wipes his eyes. The others look from each other to
him, not quite sure what to make of it.

DALE
(Wonderingly)
   ...You've only been gone since last night.

PACKRAT
(Holding back the tears)
   I know. I'm sorry. I don't normally get this emotional. It's just so
   beautiful...

His eyes mist over again as a smile spreads across his face. The rangers can
only stare at him. After a long moment Chip breaks his gaze and turns to the
apartment building.

CHIP
(Briskly)
   Well, no sense in wasting time. With any luck, Fat cat is inside waiting
   for us. Come on, step lively.

They all file inside behind Chip.

INT: PACKRAT'S APARTMENT BUILDING -- FIRST FLOOR -- DAY

GADGET

   So where is your place, Packrat?

PACKRAT

   Over there, underneath the stairwell. Come on, I'll show you.

He leads the way through a small hole.

INT: UNDER STAIRCASE -- DAY

Packrat leads the way down through small holes, over wooden beams, and around
large rocks and chunks of concrete. He brings them through into his apartment.

INT: PACKRAT'S APARTMENT -- DAY

The apartment is actually in the wall next to the broiler room. Some sunlight
trickles in from above. Various pieces of T.V.'s, radios, cars, watches, etc.
are strew about. Some small furnishings are here and there. The ground is dirt,
uneven and with pieces of rock and wood embedded within.

Packrat sighs deeply as he steps over to the center of his room. He surveys the
area as they rangers speak.

CHIP

   Well Dale, it looks like you're lucky.

DALE

   Huh? What do you mean?

CHIP

   I can no longer say that your room is the worst pig-sty I've ever seen.

PAN past the glaring Dale to Gadget, who is carefully walking around.

GADGET

   Gee, there sure is a lot of neat stuff in here. Most of it is from things I
   haven't even seen in ages. At least the parts I can recognize.

MONTEREY

   It's like we've stumbled into the secret appliance burial grounds. I keep
   half-expecting the locals to come runnin' out, dressed in extension cords
   and circuit breakers.

Zipper shifts about through the rubble. He occasionally stops to toss some
small item aside; nuts, bolts, screws, a small Mickey Mouse key chain, etc.

CHIP

   Well, it doesn't look like Fat Cat's goons left any clues behind. Of 
   course, a battleship could pass through here and you'd be hard pressed
   to find any tracks.

DALE

   So now what? Should we go back to casino? They might be back by 
   now.

Packrat is still looking around suspiciously. He moves off inspecting various
piles of debris.

GADGET

   Or maybe we can do an aerial search of the city. We might spot them
   moving out in the streets.

As she says this, INTERCUT looking down on them from above along the walls. A
silhouetted figure shifts to one side.

PACKRAT

   There's something wrong here. I'm smelling something I don't recognize.

CHIP

   When trash decays, you don't recognize any particular item. It just
   stinks all as one.

PACKRAT
(Shaking his head)
   What I'm saying is that this is my home. I know what smells are here,
   but now I smell something else...

As the rangers move closer, a large upside-down pot falls from above,
entrapping them. Packrat jumps back, looking up OFFSTAGE fearfully.

CUT TO:

INT: UPSIDE-DOWN POT

The rangers were caught off-guard, and now start to act. Chip quickly darts to
the edge of the pot and puts his ear against it. Faint muffled voices can be
heard.

WART (V.O.)
(Muffled)
   I got him!

PACKRAT (V.O.)
(Muffled)
   Hey! Leggo! I don't know anything about the brace-thing! I just--

MEPPS (V.O.)
(Muffled)
   Oh, pipe down! Mole! Help me get him in the sack.

CHIP

   They're out there! And they've got Packrat!
(Turning to the others)
   We've got to get out of here!

MONTEREY
(Rolling up his sleeves)
   One side, mates!

He strides forward and tries to grab the lip of the pot, but the lip is buried
in the hard-packed dirt floor.

MONTEREY
(Grunting)
   Crikey! I can't get a grip on the thing!

Zipper starts furiously burrowing out around the lip. Chip, Dale, and Gadget
move to help Monty lift.

MOLE (V.O.)
(Muffled)
   Hey, we finally got him!...what are we supposed to do now?

WART (V.O.)
(Muffled)
   Bring him back to da boss, you dolt! What else would we do? Let him
   go?

MOLE (V.O.)
(Muffled)
   Huh? Well, okay Wart, if you say so...

SNOUT (V.O.)
(Muffled)
   No! Stop it!

A loud THUNK! is heard. Zipper has uncovered most of the lip, and the rangers
manage to grab hold and lift.

MOLE (V.O.)
(Muffled)
   Ouch! What was that for?

SNOUT (V.O.)
(Muffled)
   Never mind! Let's just beat it before the rangers get free.

The voices trail off as the rangers slowly manage to lift the pot up. Zipper is
the first to dart out, followed by Chip, Dale, and Gadget, who then hold the
pot up for Monty to get free.

INT: PACKRAT'S APARTMENT -- DAY

As they scramble around, it's clear that Packrat and Fat Cat's gang are  gone.

DALE

   They got away!

CHIP

   Come on! They couldn't have gotten far! We can still catch them in the 
   ranger wing.

He leads the way out. As Zipper passes by, he notices something on the ground.
He flies down, scoops up a scrap of paper, and takes off after the others.

EXT: BACK ALLEY -- PACKRAT'S APARTMENT BUILDING -- DAY

They rangers come out and race for the Ranger Wing. As they take off, Zipper
hands the paper over to Monty.

MONTEREY

   What'cha got there, Zipper?

As he takes it, the ranger wing takes off. They scan the area quickly, but no
sign is seen of Fat Cat's gang.

DALE

   Nuts! They must've ducked down a side street or something!

CHIP
(Dejectedly)
   Well this has turned out to be a fine couple of days! Each time we find a
   new case, it winds up spiraling out of control. Bubbles is probably up to 
   something, but no word is out about it. The burglary at the gem cutter's
   lab happened right under our noses, but we couldn't even follow the
   crook. And now our client who needed protection has been captured,
   all because we delivered him to where they were waiting for him.

Chip leans forward and sighs, putting his head in his hands. Gadget looks over
at him sympathetic, and Dale shifts awkwardly in his seat. Monty leans forward
and hands the paper to Chip.

MONTEREY

   Hang on there, mate. Remember, when the chips are down...
(Chip turns to regard Monty sarcastically.)
   ...something's gonna come up. Look at what Zipper found.

Chip takes the paper and studies it. The paper is fairly clean, but crumpled.
The handwriting is flowing and elegant. On it is an address.

CHIP
(Reading outloud)
   N. 73495 Marconi Blvd.

MONTEREY

   Zipper says ‘e found it back at Packrat's place, but thought it was too
   clean to be Packrat's.

DALE

   What does that have to do with anything?

MONTEREY

   It means that those thugs of Fat Cat must've dropped it during the
   struggle. ‘Course, I don't know what to make of it. It's only an address.

CHIP

   It sounds familiar, but I can't quite place it.

GADGET

   Well, there's an easy way to find out, Chip. Hang on!

RANGER WING WIPE TO:

EXT: WHIPE & HUNCHBACK LAW OFFICES -- DAY -- ROOFTOP

The ranger wing lands and they all hop out.

GADGET

   Well, this is the place the phonebook said. Whipe & Hunchback Law
   Offices.

DALE
(Pointing)
   We can get inside over there.

CUT TO:

INT: HALLWAY -- DAY

The hallway is full of ladders, plastic coverings, paint cans, etc. A sign
hangs on the elevator reading: THIS FLOOR IS CURRENTLY UNDER RENOVATION.

MONTEREY

   Blimey! You'd think that lawyers would have better taste in interior
   decorating than this!

CHIP

   Monty, this floor is being remodeled. That's why all of this plastic and
   hardware is lying around.

DALE

   Looks like the set of some B-rate sci-fi flick to me. All that's missing
   is a diabolical laugh.
(They freeze as a deep laugh echoes from out around them)
   Nice touch.

GADGET
(Pointing)
   It came from over there!

She points down the hallway, to a door partially ajar. They creep down, careful
of the odds and ends lying around. They ease the door open, and sneak inside.

CUT TO:

INT: STORAGE ROOM -- DAY

Fat Cat is holding a bound and gagged Packrat up, grinning evilly. Mepps, Wart,
Snout, and Mole are behind him.

FAT CAT

   Ah! At last! Mr. Packrat, I presume? It's so good to see you, although it's
   much later than expected.
(He turns and gives a hard look towards his gang, who gulp.)

MEPPS

   We would've been back sooner, boss, but Mole lost the address.

MOLE

   Not me, man! It was Wart!

WART

   What?! Are you nuts? It was your fault!

MOLE

   It was yours!

WART

   You had the list!

MOLE

   But I dropped it when Snout hit me!

SNOUT

   Because you were about to let the mouse go!

MOLE

   But that's what you told me to do!

WART

   I never--

FAT CAT (interrupting)

   QUIET! We can determine the blame later. Right now, I have much more
   pressing business with our guest.

He pops a claw. Packrat looks nervous as it glints in the light. Fat Cat then
deftly cuts the gag away.

PACKRAT

   Look, there's been a slight misunderstanding here...

FAT CAT

   Now, now. I don't like excuses. Already I have discovered much about
   that wonderful invention of yours. But I suspect that there is more to
   know about it. Co-operate, and we'll all be better off. Refuse...
(He gives a wicked grin)
   Well, I'm sure you'll co-operate with us now, won't you?

PACKRAT
(Swallowing hard)
   Call me Mr. Goodwrench.

FAT CAT

   Excellent. Now, we are all going on a small sojourn.

MOLE

   Really? All right! I hope the play Aretha Franklin!

FAT CAT

   Not “Soul Train” you moron! Sojourn! It means a journey!

MEPPS
(To Mole)
   Yeah, Mole. Everyone knows that Journey is a rock group!

Fat Cat only shakes his head.

FAT CAT
(To Packrat)
   Good help is so hard to find...

PACKRAT

   So why do you keep them?

FAT CAT

   Because free help is even harder to get a hold of. Now, as I was saying,
   we're off to watch your invention in action, where you will answer
   my questions as they arise.
(He holds Packrat up and pops the claws of his other hand under him)
   And after that, I have a special job for you, my loyal companion.

Packrat gulps again as he sways over the sharp claws. Fat Cat carries him as he
walks out, followed by the others.

CHIP
(Once they're past)
   You hear that? Fat Cat is up to something. We have to find out what!

DALE

   And free Packrat. Fat Cat is not my first choice for a gracious host.

GADGET

   Zipper, keep track of them until we catch up in the Ranger Wing!

Zipper salutes and takes off after Fat Cat while the rangers head back to the
wing. they climb aboard and take off.

EXT: SKY OVER CITY -- DAY

As the rangers fly on, they spot Zipper signaling from the road below. Gadget
steers the wing down, and they pick up Zipper.

Zipper quickly relays his tracking to the rangers.

CHIP

   Good work, Zipper! We should catch up to them in a few minutes.

MONTEREY

   I wonder what ol' Fat Cat is up to. Did you hear him say that he had
   something special planned that he needed Packrat for?

GADGET

   Well Monty, Fat Cat thinks that Packrat is some sort of inventor. He
   probably is planning to force Packrat to build something for him.

DALE
(Laughing)
   Ha Ha! Hey! Then we don't need to really worry. When Packrat can't
   build what Fat Cat wants, than Fat Cat will know that Packrat isn't
   an inventor! He'll realize that he's wasted all of his time on the wrong
   mouse!

CHIP
(Grimly)
   And once Packrat's usefulness is gone, so is Packrat. For good.
(Dale stops laughing and looks at Chip)
   Dale, if Packrat is found out to have no idea about inventing, Fat Cat
   will be extremely upset about this wasted time. And he's going to 
   take it out on Packrat.

MONTEREY

   So this makes it all the more important to get him back from Fat Cat's 
   claws. And quick.

DISSOLVE TO:

EXT: CITY HALL -- DAY

Packrat is being held by Mole and the rest of the group as Fat cat leads. He
ducks into a back door. TILT UP to the hovering ranger wing.

CUT TO:

EXT: SKY OVER CITY HALL -- DAY -- RANGER WING

Chip leans over and points.

CHIP

   There they go!

GADGET
(Thoughtfully)
   Golly, I don't know guys, Fat Cat going into city hall doesn't look good.

MONTEREY

   Too right, Gadget-luv. I just wish we knew what his game was.

CHIP

   Okay gang, think! Fat Cat's here for a reason, but why? There's so many
   possibilities.

DALE
(Shrugging)
   Maybe he's here for a party.

MONTEREY

   The city board isn't meeting today, so I don't think it's anything like
   that.

DALE
(To himself)
   Hey...wait a minute

He begins to smile as thoughts start to collect.

GADGET

   What about the hall records? A lot of paperwork is there, and messing up
   the right ones could really mess with the city.

CHIP

   Could be, Gadget. But why would he need Packrat now? You don't need
   a special machine to alter the papers, do you?

GADGET

   Depends on how he wants to alter them, Chip. If he wanted to--

DALE
(Interrupting)
   It is a party!

EVERYONE  (Except Dale)
(In unison)
   Huh?

DALE

   Today's the day that Mrs. Bricken is accepting the position at Norwin
   Enterprises! The company is having a big reception and celebration
   to welcome her aboard. It's being held here at the City Hall! Fat Cat must
   be planning to kidnap her or something!

CHIP
(In wonder)
   How do you know about all this?

DALE
(Smugly)
   Hey, if there's one thing I know, it's parties.

Chip smirks this. Gadget brings the wing down low, landing near the door where
Fat Cat snuck into. They all quickly disembark, unloading various pieces of
equipment before scurrying over to the door. Zipper flies up to turn the knob
while Chip and Dale open the door itself.

CUT TO:

INT: CITY HALL -- DAY

They are in a back hallway, with several doors along both sides. No one is
present, but figures can be seen further down the hallway, at the joining
corridor.

MONTEREY

   Where to now, mates?

CHIP

   Dale, do you know where they're holding the celebration at?

DALE
(Nodding)
   Sort of. They wanted a open space for all sorts of banners and stuff, so
   I think they should be downstairs somewhere.

CHIP

   Good thinking, Dale. Come on, guys, there should be a quick way down
   around here.

GADGET
(Pointing)
   Like that ventilation shaft?

Chip smiles as he nods.

CUT TO:

INT: VENTILATION SHAFT -- DAY

The rangers move down through the shaft, following it down to another grate in
the basement of the building. It is underneath a small stage where the
celebration is being held. Sounds of the ongoing party can be heard faintly
above.

DALE

   Hey, you hear that? I bet that it's the shing-dig up there.

TILT UP from him to the underneath of the stage, about five feet up. There are
several crossbeams and wooden supports all around. They push open the grating
and step out, looking for a way up.

CUT TO:

INT: UNDER STAGE -- DAY

GADGET

   We need to find a way up there, and quick.

MONTEREY

   Yeah, who knows what Fat Cat is up to by now? We've got to warn Mrs.
   Bricken about this.

CHIP

   Uh-oh. I just remembered something. Mrs. Bricken has someone to watch
   over her...

GADGET

   Golly! That's right! Bubbles is going to be there as well.
(She pauses and looks wonderingly at the others.)
   Should we tell him?

MONTEREY

   Crikey! I never thought about that. If Bubbles really has reformed, than
   we should tell him. His muscle could come in really handy.

DALE

   I don't know, Monty. I still don't think it's all square with that guy.

Zipper nods and makes gestures indicating he agrees with Dale.

CHIP

   Well, let's get up there first. We can warn her ourselves, and if Bubbles
   wants to help, fine. But only tell Mrs. Bricken first. Bubbles doesn't need
   to be told.

BUBBLES (V.O.)

   Why should I be, when I all ready know?

The rangers gasp and turn around to see Bubbles step out from the shadows. TILT
slowly up him. He is wearing Pro. Nimnul's exoskeleton, still gleaming softly
in the dim light. He approaches easily, full of confidence and relaxed.

MONTEREY
(Stepping forward)
   I should have known. Once a creep, always a creep.

BUBBLES
(Shaking his head)
   Not at all. I really have done my best to protect Mrs. Bricken from those
   who would do her harm. After all...
(He grins menacingly)
   ...it wouldn't do to mess up my plans for her.

MONTEREY
(Still advancing, rolling his sleeves up)
   Oh yeah? Well I got news for you, pally. A plumped-up hairball is gonna
   try out the same thing. And as soon as we put you out, we'll go take care
   of him.

BUBBLES
(Sighing)
   Boastful as ever, huh? Well, it's good to know that you haven't changed...
   ‘cause I have!

Suddenly, Bubbles whips his arm around, firing a small glob of glue. It hits
Monty on his left wrist forcefully, knocking him back against the wall. As he
shakes his head to clear the cobwebs, another glob is fired, hitting his other
wrist, pinning that hand to the wall as well. Both hands are spread out from
the body, and Monty's straining is to no avail.

BUBBLES

   Fast-acting glue. Bonds to the surface it touches almost instantly. Stick
   around, you're not going anywhere, bub. Ha Ha!

GADGET
(Readying her plunger harpoon)
   Your humor hasn't improved at all, Bubbles. Just like your brains: stale
   as ever. You haven't changed a bit!

She fires her harpoon, but Bubbles easily snags the plunger out of the way. He
then yanks on the rope attached to it, pulling Gadget to the ground in front of
him.

BUBBLES

   Ah, but I have changed, I was telling the truth when I talked to you at
   the picnic.
(He spins the harpoon around, entwirling her in the rope)
   I did a lot of thinking and changed for the better. Hang around and you'll
   see what I mean.

He tosses the plunger up, which pulls Gadget up with it. The plunger sticks to
an overhead crossbeam about four feet up, leaving Gadget dangling, still
wrapped up, from the rope.

Zipper flies in quickly, hoping to surprise him while he's distracted with
Gadget. Bubbles merely darts aside and fires off a small net from his other
wrist. Zipper can't react fast enough and is entangled in the mesh of ropes.
Unable to use his wings, he crashes heavily (for a fly) to the ground.

Chip and Dale slowly back up, wary of Bubbles.

DALE

   Gosh, he went through the rest of them in under one minute! This isn't
   a good thing is it, Chip?

CHIP

   No Dale, I would say that his improved battle suit is definitely
   classifiable as a bad thing for us.

BUBBLES

   Ah...the two chipmunks. For you two, I think we'll have a little fun.

DALE
(Sarcastically)
   Oh, goody.

BUBBLES

   You tree hoppers are supposed to be pretty agile, so let's play a 
   little bit of dodge-bolt.

CHIP

   Dodge-bolt? I think you mean dodge ball.

Bubbles smiles as the two small open ports on his wrists give a small burst of
electricity, lighting up his face in a very ominous way.

BUBBLES

   Oh trust me, furballs. I know what I mean.

He straightens out both arms quickly, sending a small electrical bolt at each
chipmunk. Chip and Dale dive to opposite sides as the bolts fly by, hitting the
wall behind them in an impressive explosion of fire.

Chip slowly pokes his head out from behind a post, ducking back just as a bolt
hits it. Dale runs for the other side of the room, zigging and zagging to avoid
the series of bolts that fly by him.

Chip leaps over one of the freshly fallen posts, just missed by another bolt.
It hits the one in front of him, causing it to collapse in flames. Chip does a
frightened take, and rolls to one side as the burning wood crashes inches away
from him.

Bubbles looks around carefully, but the smoke is starting to impair his vision.
He pulls down the visor. We see through his P.O.V., which is a green screen.
Fire is seen as glowing white areas, and smoke is ignored. A glowing, bright
green chipmunk shape (Dale) darts across. He fires another couple of blasts,
lighting up some more posts.

Noises of panic can be heard from up above. Gadget, who is hanging close to the
ceiling, can overhear more clearly. She coughs frequently through the overheard
conversation.

MOUSE (V.O.)
(Muffled)
   There's smoke coming through the floorboards! A fire must be under the
   stage!

MRS. BRICKEN (V.O.)
(Muffled)
   Where's Bubbles? I hope he isn't down there. He could be in danger!

FAT CAT (V.O.)
(Muffled)
   I would cease worry over your bodyguard, and save it for yourself, my
   dear lady. Get her, boys!

MRS. BRICKEN (V.O.)
(Muffled)
   What?! Who are--Hey! Let go of me! Who are you people?

MR. BRICKEN (V.O.)
(Muffled)
   Let go off my wife, you--

He's cut off as a loud --WHUMP is heard, followed by a body hitting the floor.

MRS. BRICKEN (V.O.)
(Muffled)

   Henry!

FAT CAT (V.O.)
(Muffled)
   Oh, calm yourself my dear. Your husband will be fine, assuming he 
   doesn't perish in the fire. Speaking of which, it looks like it's time to 
   leave, boys.

MEPPS (V.O.)
(Muffled)
   Right, Boss!

Their shouts get fainter as they move off. Smoke is now covering Gadget, who is
starting to pass out. Flames are dancing about her. Looking up she can see
through blurred vision that the rope holding her has caught fire.

GADGET
(Drowsily)
   Oh no...

Chip and Dale continue to evade Bubbles' attacks. PAN away from their fight in
the background to Monty, who is still struggling against the glue.

MONTEREY
(Grunting)
   Blimey! I can't break free from this wood, and Gadget is in serious
   trouble!
(He leans back to rest for a moment, and hears the creaking of the wooden wall
he's stuck to.)
   Wait a minute.
(He plants his feet firmly, and starts straining back.)
   Maybe...I can't...break the glue...but...with enough...luck...I...can...
   break...the wall!
(He breaks through, tumbling backwards. He emerges from the hole a   
	moment later. Chunks of splintered wood are still stuck to his wrists 
where the glue was attached, but that's all.)
   Good to know that the ol' city contractors were as cheap as ever when 
   they built this stage!

The fire on Gadget's rope has almost burned through. Monty runs as fast as
possible to get under her. The rope finally snaps, sending Gadget plummeting to
the floor below.

Monty dives at the last second, catching her awkwardly as he crashes down,
taking the brunt of the impact. She winds up sitting on top of his ample
stomach.

GADGET
(Coughing)
   Whew! Thanks Monty...just give me a minute to clear my head. The
   smoke still has me drowsy.

MONTEREY
(Dazed from the crash)
   No...no problem, Gadget-luv. I...I just need...to gather...my breath.

He promptly passes out.

Bubbles is still firing at Chip and Dale elsewhere under the stage. The fire is
now all around, and up in the rafters.

BUBBLES

   You guys are doing pretty good. I expected to have two char-broiled
   chipmunks by now.

He sends another bolt out, singing the top of Dale's hair, who ducks behind
some cover. Behind it, he carefully reaches up and touches the smoking spot,
which is still crispy.

Chip holds his hat up a little over a fallen post, and Bubbles sears it to
ashes instantly. Chip snaps his hand back down staring at the remains of his
hat. He gulps. Another series of bolts exploding all around him snaps him out
of this and sends him scampering for safety.

Monty and Gadget are up by now. Monty unties Gadget, and then they go over to
Zipper.

GADGET

   Zipper! Are you okay?
(Zipper nods)
   Thank goodness! Come on, Monty. We need to free Zipper so we can 
   help out Chip and Dale! Fat Cat has kidnapped Mrs. Bricken!

Zipper suddenly starts making urgent warnings, but before either can react,
Bubbles is behind them, lifting Monty up easily.

MONTEREY

   Hey! What the--

BUBBLES

   Give it up, fatso. With this suit, my already incredible strength is 
   increased even more. Which makes handling a blimp like you a cinch.
He tosses Monty aside easily, sending him bouncing off several posts and to the
floor. Monty finally comes to stop about ten feet away, knocked out.
GADGET
   Monterey!
BUBBLES
(Grabbing Gadget's arm)
   Don't worry about him. I remember you well from the last time we met,
   and have heard about you even more from my boss.
(He lifts Gadget up easily in one arm)
   Too bad you don't have any of your toys, anymore, huh?
GADGET
(Fearfully)
   Wha--what are you going to do?
BUBBLES
   Relax. I'm not going to harm you. Instead, I think I'll take you to the
boss.
   With all your mechanical aptitude, you should be a big help in our plans.
Chip and Dale have regrouped and crept quietly up behind Bubbles, hidden behind
some debris.
CHIP
(Quietly)
   He's distracted right now. I'm going to try and surprise him. If I can lure 
   him away from Gadget, you get her and Zipper over to Monty. This whole
   place is going to come down any minute!
DALE
(Quietly)
   Watch it, Chip. We still don't know what that suit does for him.
CHIP
(Quietly)
   I know, Dale. But it's our only chance.
CUT TO:
Bubbles POV. Chip's voice is heard through digital amplification now as Bubbles
looks in the opposite direction of their position.
CHIP (V.O.)
(Static-like)
   If we don't all get out now, we're doomed. It's either all or nothing.
Bubbles swings around suddenly, firing an electrical bolt. Chip is taken
totally off-guard, half over the the debris pile. He can only gape as the bolt
slams into his chest, knocking him backwards into the darkness. Only a vapor
trial is left behind.
GADGET
(Shocked, in a very small voice)
   No...
Tears well up in her eyes.
DALE
   CHIP!
He springs up to see where Chip is, but Bubbles fires another blast at him.
Dale drops to the ground, barely missed. The bolt, however, hits an already
burning post, snapping it. The post and several crossbeams collapse around
Dale. The smoke and dust kicked up obscures any vision of where he is.
BUBBLES
(Sighing with satisfaction)
   Hmmm. Today has gone quite well.
(He turns to Gadget)
   Wouldn't you agree?
Gadget is still staring after her fallen friends. Dale might be alive, but Chip
needs serious medical attention soon, and she knows it. Bubbles forcefully
hauls her off, away from the inferno.
Zipper is still struggling with the net. He spots a small fire nearby and gets
an idea. Through shifting and bouncing, he manages to place himself very close
to the fire. He bites back the pain from the heat, and waits until the net
catches. Again he fights off the pain of being burned, as the ropes are burning
as well. Finally, he can't stand any more and gives a surge of strength. Only
the weakest parts snap, but it's enough for Zipper to wriggle himself free, and
hover in the air.
Bits of the stage are collapsing above, fiery pieces of wood falling all
around. He looks around, spots Monty, and flies over to him. Monty is still
out, so Zipper reaches down and shakes Monty's head. Zipper pulls at the
moustaches tightly, then lets go, letting them snap back into Monty's face.
Monty comes to with a start, scrambling to get up.
MONTEREY
   Wha-what!? Huh?
(Looks around)
   Crikey! This whole place is gonna go in minutes! Where's the lads?
(Zipper quickly explains what's happened. Monty looks horrified to hear
of what happened to Chip and Dale.)
   Blimey...
(His features suddenly become stern.)
   Well, me buckos ‘ave survived worse. Come on! Let's get ‘em out of here!
Together they stumble through the smoke-enshrouded area, weaving around fires
and debris. They come to where Dale was, next to a fallen crossbeam. Collapsed
timbers are all around, some on fire. Zipper darts into a small hole, searching
for Dale. After a few seconds of wandering, he sees Dale cramped up next to the
large, fallen crossbeam. A number of broken posts surround him.
Dale sees Zipper and waves.
DALE
   Zipper! Over here!
(Zipper flies over)
   If you can get that burning wood above me moved, I can get out.
TILT UP above him to the piece of wood above him, burning on the top. Zipper
salutes and flies back to Monty. Zipper buzzes the info to him.
MONTEREY
   Dale's all right? Great!
(Zipper buzzes some more.)
   No problem, Zipper. That nap that Bubbles gave me gave me back my
   energy. Give me a hand with this splinter.
(Monty picks up a long, splintered piece of wood, and Zipper grabs the 
front.)
   Quick, now, find a good place for leverage. We'll pry the wood out of the
   way.
Zipper directs the splinter to a secure spot, free of flames. He flies back
over to Monty, and together they put all their might into the lever. The other
piece of wood is lifted up. Monty and Zipper now push, and the wood topples
over the side. Dale pokes his head up, then emerges.
DALE
   Thanks guys! I was nearly fry-cleaned.
MONTEREY
   Dale, where's Chip?
DALE
(Remembering)
   Oh my gosh! He's over here! Come on, this way!
He leaps down and sprints along the floor, with Monty and Zipper right behind
him. As they come into another fire-filled area, the stop momentarily. PAN from
the looking group to Chip, still smoking and motionless on the floor.
DALE
(Choking up)
   Oh Chip...
MONTEREY
(Moving to Chip)
   He's still breathing, Dale. But not for long if we don't get him, and us,
   out of this inferno. Grab his feet.
Dale complies, and Monty lifts Chip by his shoulders. Carefully, they stagger
out of the burning area, Zipper directing their path. Every now and then, some
more of the stage above collapses, sending the fiery debris down. They have a
few close calls, but manage to slip back in the air vent. Sirens gradually rise
in volume as they escape.
DISSOLVE TO:
INT: RANGER'S LIVING ROOM -- EVENING -- COUCH
Chip is lying on the couch, asleep. He has an ice pack on his head, and is
under a blanket. The sirens continue through the dissolve, fading away as the
television newscaster's voice grows louder.
NEWSCASTER (V.O.)
   ...The fire was put out quickly once the fire department arrived. The
   cause is still unknown, but faulty wiring is suspected. Fortunately, the
   damage was minimal, and no injuries were reported.
The television is shut off as Chip moans and stirs on the couch.
DALE (O.S.)
   Hey, Monty! Chip's up!
Dale comes over to Chip, who is groggy but awake. Monty steps over a moment
later, carrying a steaming bowl of soup.
MONTEREY
(Grinning)
   See, Dale? I told you he'd be just as ‘chipper' as he ever was in no time.
(He hands the soup to Chip)
   How are you feeling?
CHIP
(Weakly)
   Considering the last thing I remembered before blacking out was the
   bolt of electricity setting my fur on fire...
(He takes a sip of the soup)
   ...I'm doing great. What happened?
DALE
   Monty said not to tell you ‘til you felt better. 
(Monty elbows Dale)
   Oof!
CHIP
(Sighing)
   That bad, huh?
MONTEREY
   Bubbles got away scot-free. Mrs. Bricken is missing.
(He nervously looks at Dale)
   And Bubbles kidnapped Gadget.
CHIP
(Sputtering out his soup)
   What?! Gadget was taken too? Well, at least Mrs. Bricken will have some
   company. Bubbles had better not harm either of them...
MONTEREY
   Bubbles didn't kidnap Mrs. Bricken, Chipper. Fat Cat did.
CHIP
   Oh. Well that makes it a perfect end to a perfect day. After everything
   else that went on, now we have two separate rescues to attempt. And
   both need to be done soon.
DALE
   But who do we go after first, Chip? Both Fat Cat and Bubbles could do
   anything they wanted. Mrs. Bricken is more important to the community...
MONTEREY
(Finishing Dale's thought)
   ...But at the same time, Gadget is our friend.
(He shakes his head grimly)
   Doesn't look good, mates. Best I can think of is to split up into two
   groups. We can cover more ground that way, but it'll make us weaker if
   we have to confront Fat Cat, or especially Bubbles.
CHIP
(Thinking deep)
   Exactly, Monty. What we need is a plan that allows us to search for both 
   at once, without dividing our forces. I would also like to try to do some
   guesswork about that suit or whatever it was that Bubbles had.
(He winces in pain as he sits up)
   After experiencing it first-hand, I'd like to try and figure out some more
   about it before we have to face Bubbles again.
DALE
   Gadget would've had some ideas about it. We need another inventor.
CHIP
(Brightening)
   Yeah...we do. And I know where we can find one who'll help us!
(He throws off the covers eagerly and hops out, only to fall flat on his
face, his body still too shaken to walk well.)
   I guess maybe I still need a little rest.
MONTEREY
(Nodding)
   We can leave in the morning. That'll give us plenty of time to rest up.
   It has been a vigorous day, after all, and we'll need all of our strength
   for the rematch with Bubbles.
DALE
(Worried)
   I just hope Gadget is okay.
CHIP
(Reassuringly)
   She will be, Dale. Remember, she's a Rescue Ranger. She knows how 
   to take care of herself. And our fretting over her won't help her at all.
   So come on, let's hit the sack so we can start bright and early tomorrow.
They wander off down the hallways. Dale and Monty stay behind Chip and glance
at each other.
DALE
   What do you think, Monterey? He still looks a little shaky to me.
MONTEREY
   Right you are, Dale. He should stay in bed for a few days more, but I
   don't think either of us coulda stopped him. I just hope he takes it easy.
 
DISSOLVE TO:
INT: WAREHOUSE -- NIGHT
Gadget is tied up, sitting in the middle of the barren cement floor. Everything
is dark and quiet, aside from her struggling to wriggle free of the rope.
GADGET
(Mumbling)
   Unerf! Bubbles may be no boy scout, but he sure knows how to tie knots!
   I can barely move my finger, let alone my arm. But with a bit more 
   twisting and turning, the ropes should loosen enough for me to get free.
BUBBLES (O.S.)
   Don't bother, by the time you could get loose, the boss'll be here.
(Gadget does a startled take and looks over to the shadowed area of
the warehouse. Bubbles steps out, wearing the visor.)
   I wouldn't concern yourself with plans of escape. The helmet on this
   suit amplifies my senses ten times. I can hear you from across the room.
GADGET
(Stammering)
   G-G-G-Golly, I-I bet that you can!
BUBBLES
(Chuckling)
   Heh, I said you weren't gonna be harmed. I have a hunch that the boss
   will be very happy to see that I've recruited another mechanic for this
   suit.
GADGET
   Huh? What do you mean? I don't know anything about that suit.
BUBBLES
   Maybe. Maybe not. But I'm sure that you can still be of a big help.
(He casually fires a small burst of sparks out from his wrist, grinning 
evilly.)
   Don't you agree?
Gadget vigorously nods, her eyes showing her fear clearly. Bubbles steps back
into the shadows, but his form can still be seen as he walks in an arc around
her.
GADGET
(Nervously)
   Umm...I don't suppose you'd care to tell me what's going to happen to
   me?
BUBBLES
   Do you really want to know?
GADGET
(Hesitant)
   Yes.
BUBBLES
   As long as you remain useful, you'll be fine. The boss has a lot planned
   for this suit. And so do I.
GADGET
   Who is this ‘boss' you keep referring to?
BUBBLES
(Snapping)
   Don't worry about it! You'll see soon enough. All you need to know is
   that he's the one who decides whether you're worth hanging on to.
GADGET
   I suppose I'd best be on my best behavior, then.
BUBBLES
   Very good. You're catching on.
(He stops for a moment, listening.)
   Well, here's your chance to prove it. He's here.
Gadget twists around to see the door at the far end of the warehouse open
slowly. TILT from the open door down to the wooden crates. The crates block
Gadget's view of who's coming, but she hears several footsteps, varying in
style of walking. At last, she sees everyone step into view, into the lighted
circle with her.
Fat Cat is leading his thugs, who are carrying various supplies, a tied-up,
blindfolded, and gagged Mrs. Bricken, and a large sack with something
struggling inside.
FAT CAT
(Eying her amusingly)
   Well, my dear, it seems that we still meet in the most peculiar places.
(He pops his claws and leans over her menacingly)
   I really must do something about that.
Gadget gasps and tries to scoot back, but bumps into Bubbles.
BUBBLES
   Hold it boss, I picked her up at city hall. I figured that she might be--
FAT CAT
(Interrupting, angry)
   What?! The Rescue Rangers were there?!
BUBBLES
   “Were” being the important word, boss.
FAT CAT
   Oh really?
BUBBLES
   Yeah. They were going to break up the kidnapping, but I convinced them
   otherwise.
(Fat Cat raises an eyebrow.)
   Dropped half of the stage on one of the chipmunks, and the other one
   caught an electrical blast square in the chest. Crispy critter time. When
   I dragged her out, the whole place was coming down in flames, so I
   doubt that the others got out in time.
(He turns to Gadget.)
   Isn't that right, little miss?
Gadget was caught off-guard by this question. her mind is still dwelling on
what happened earlier. She just can't get that image of Chip out of her head...
For one of the few times in her life, Gadget is utterly speechless. She can
only look up at her captors.
FAT CAT
(Stroking his mustache)
   Hmmm...impressive work, Bubbles. Truly, with your improved combat
   ability and your keen insight, I'm very tempted to believe you whole-
   heartily in this, Unfortunately, I myself have “taken care of” the
   rangers before, only to see them return in due time. With this sort of
   attitude, I am inclined to believe that the rescue “cockroaches” may
   still be about. However, this doesn't mean that I wouldn't like to be
   proven wrong. Now, down to the business at hand.
BUBBLES
   Well, like I said before, I figured that she'd be helpful to the actual 
   inventor of the suit. You were always mentioning their equipment before.
FAT CAT
   Yes...good work, Bubbles. I think that her assistance will prove to be 
   valuable. Well...it's Gadget, I believe...allow me to introduce you to the
   other resident's of our traveling show. You know Mrs. Bricken, of
   course, and I also understand you know of our other “guest”. Boys!
The henchman of Fat Cat quickly bring the struggling bag around. Opening it
upside-down, Packrat bounces out clumsily.
PACKRAT
(Noticing Gadget)
   Hey gal! Welcome to the kidnapping express.
FAT CAT
(Leering over Packrat)
   Silence, rodent! You've been yapping forever on ever since you
   arrived!
PACKRAT
   Hey, get grabbed, tagged, and stuffed in a bag and see how bucky you
   are!
FAT CAT
   If it wasn't for the fact that we need you to keep the suit operational,
   I'd have made a tasty little toothpick out of you long ago.
(Packrat gulps and clams up.)
   Now then, the two of you are going to do a complete check-up on the suit
   before tomorrow. I have need for it again by then. I want it completely
   ready, along with descriptions of parts needed. And just to discourage
   that streak of interference that pervades in you strong-willed types...
(He boldly strides forward menacingly, claws out.)
   ...if I so much as suspect that you have sabotaged the suit in any way,
   shape, or form, I will personally choose one of you at random to feed
   the poor--hungry--vicious kitties in Cat Alley. The other shall watch. I
   ask you which is worse: being eaten, or watching your friend being
   eaten? Try to interfere, sabotage, and escape...and you'll both find out.
Gadget and Packrat stare from Fat Cat to each other. Packrat frightenedly rubs
his neck, and Gadget swallows hard.
CUT TO:
EXT: RANGER'S HEADQUARTERS -- NIGHT -- OUTSIDE CHIP'S WINDOW
TRUCK IN slowly on the window. Sounds of rhythmic sleeping are heard from
within.
DISSOLVE TO:
INT: CHIP AND DALE'S ROOM -- NIGHT
Chip and Dale are both in bed asleep. PAN around the moonlit room, settling on
Chip in the lower bunk. TRUCK IN as he turns around, dreaming.
DISSOLVE TO:
CHIP'S DREAM
Chip is standing alone in a spotlight, in the middle of an empty, darkened
room. He looks around confused.
CHIP
   Dale? Monty? Anyone here?
A door opens up on the other side of the room. White light fills the doorway,
silhouetting the figure standing there. The figure walks calmly towards Chip.
CHIP
(Carefully)
   Who--who are you?
The figure doesn't respond, but walks on. Finally, after a few moments, the
figure stands before Chip. Some of the back light seeps around his form in the
front. It is a male mouse, dressed in well-made three-piece suit. He is smiling
disarmingly.
WALTER
   Now, that really isn't all that fair, now is it, Chip? I've known you for a
   long time, though you won't remember me. But I'll humor you here. My
   name is still Walter.
He bows slightly.
CHIP
(Puzzled)
   I know you?
WALTER
   In a way. Trust me on this, won't you, Chip? You've always been the one
   for logic. But come. We don't have all night, and I, for one, want to get
   you back soon. You need some solid sleep for tomorrow.
Walter steps to one side, motioning for Chip to walk to the glowing doorway
Walter originally came through. Almost by rote, Chip heads for it.
CHIP
   Where are we going?
WALTER
   Nowhere you haven't been before.
CHIP
   This is going to be a long night...
He steps through the doorway. There is a bright flash, and Chip is standing in
what appears to be a museum. The walls are white and barren, aside from some
paintings, murals, etc. They vary in size and subject widely, but each one has
one of the rangers incorporated in.
WALTER
(Slapping Chip on the back)
   Changed quite a bit since you're last visit. Of course, I keep forgetting
   that you forget, so just forget I mentioned it.
CHIP
   Huh?
WALTER
   That's a lad! Catches on quick. Well, no sense in hanging about, come 
   on, let's take a look over here.
(They walk over to a small statue in glass. It is of the rescue ranger
symbol.)
   Exquisite, isn't it?
CHIP
   It's beautiful.
WALTER
(Nodding)
   Always one of your favorites.
CHIP
   It's just that the way the light is caught and reflected...well...it's kind
of 
   hard to explain.
(He stands up and looks around)
   What is all of this, anyway?
WALTER
   These are all pieces from your life, Chip. It's your museum, after all.
(Chip looks confused, and Walter nods in understanding)
   Every piece here is a representation of what has been important to you
   in your life. Some are easier to recognize than others.
(He points over to one of the wall hangings. It's a large police badge.)
   That's from when Plato gave you his police badge, officially starting the
   rescue rangers.
(He motions to a sculpture of his hat.)
   That was when you found your first hat. It symbolizes your commitment
   to being a detective. Everything in this room is from those first few
   months.
CHIP
   This room?
WALTER
(Smiling)
   Follow me.
(They walk into an adjoining room, where there are several art works
showing Chip and Dale. Some are from their pre-rescue ranger days,
but most are from previous adventures. Walter gestures to a painting
of Chip and Dale running from Pro. Nimnul, who was transformed
into a wolf.)
   Remember when the two of you had to get out with the metamorphizers?
(Chip nods. Walter motions to a mobile of Dale and railroad tracks.)
   And the time that he got you, Gadget, and Monty captured by Fat Cat?
   Only to help free you and stop him from stealing the bank's gold bricks
   using that toy train?
CHIP
(Reminiscing)
   All within a half an hour, too.
WALTER
   You have similar rooms for the rest of the rangers. Ones for the toughest
   crimes. Even one for all the times you've faced Fat Cat and his gang. You
   have seen it all before, of course.
CHIP
   So why am I here, then?
WALTER
   For this reason.
(He leads Chip over to a darkened doorway. It appears as if nothing is
inside, not even a room.)
   Do you know what you're looking at?
(Chip peers inside, then shakes his head.)
   It's your future. Unwritten, I'll add. This will be the next room to add on
   to your museum...maybe.
CHIP
(Nervously)
   What do you mean, “Maybe”?
WALTER
   A choice is coming up for you Chip. And it'll be one of the most difficult
   you'll ever have to make. Choose poorly, and this room will never be
   completed. I'd hate to see that, so I did a little maneuvering to arrange
   this meeting. You won't remember fully, of course, but hopefully you
   will retain the importance of this.
(He turns to look firmly at Chip)
   Do not forget what this group was formed on. It's your only chance.
CHIP
   My only chance for wha--
He's cut off as Walter suddenly extends his hand, and blinding flash of light
bursts forth.
CUT TO:
INT: CHIP'S ROOM -- MORNING
Chip is just waking up, slowly. He sits up and scratches his head, trying to
remember his dream. As he stares into the mirror, a faint echo of it surfaces.
WALTER (V.O.)
(Faint echo)
   ...It's your only chance.
Not understanding, he sighs and pulls himself out of bed.
CUT TO:
INT: KITCHEN -- MORNING
Chip enters pulling on his jacket. Monty is already up, cooking.
CHIP
(Sitting down at the table)
   Good morning, Monty. What's for breakfast?
(Monty, lost in a daze, doesn't answer)
   Uh...Monty? Monty? Monty!
MONTEREY
(Snapping back to reality)
   Huh? Oh! Sorry, chipper. Just thinking a bit, that's all. I decided that
   since we all have got a big day, we all deserve a big breakfast! I made--
CHIP
(Interrupting, and unenthusiastic)
   Hot cream of cheese, right?
MONTEREY
(Oblivious to Chip's tone)
   Too right, mate! It'll get us perked up quicker than a joey learning how
   to hop.
Dale stumbles in through the doorway. He is still sleepy, but up.
CHIP
   Wow, Dale, I'm surprised you're up this early. Usually you're the last
   one up.
DALE
(Yawning)
   Yeah, well, that's intentional. But today, I dunno. Just woke up a few
   minutes ago.
(Shrugs)
   Must've been something I ate.
MONTEREY
   Speaking of eating, why don't you grab a plate, buckos. Breakfast is
   ready to be served!
DALE
(Sniffing)
   Hot cream of cheese again?
MONTEREY
   I knew you boys would be pleased.
CHIP and DALE (In Unison)
(Flatly)
   Ecstatic.
DISSOLVE TO:
INT: LIVING ROOM -- MORNING
Chip, Dale, Monty, and Zipper are gathering up several bags of gear and
bringing it outside.
DALE
   So what exactly are we doing again?
CHIP
   We're going to rescue Gadget, Mrs. Bricken, and Packrat. Then we're
   going to stop Fat Cat and Bubbles, putting them behind bars.
DALE
   Uh...could you be a little more specific?
CHIP
   Relax, Dale. I'll explain later, but we still have a lot to do but not much 
   time.
DALE
   Can you at least tell me where we're going?
CHIP
   M.I.T. There's a rat and guinea pig there that should be willing to help us.
Dale looks dumbfounded as they continue work.
DISSOLVE TO:
EXT: CITY STREET -- AFTERNOON
Pro. Nimnul is using his tracking unit, moving it about until a steady stream
of blips goes off. Normie looks on from inside their van.
NIMNUL
   Aha! I've caught the trail again! Boy this thing has been on the move!
   Every time I get close, it starts moving again.
NORMIE
   Gee, I wonder if someone is using it.
NIMNUL
   Rodents using my invention? Absurd! Of course, rodents stopping my 
   plans for global conquest is also absurd, but strange things happen
   when a certain group of them is nearby...
(He shakes his head and goes back to studying the tracker.)
   Well, if something is using it, it better be properly maintained, that's
   all I have to say! Hmmm....it looks like the exoskeleton is headed for the
   docks. It's moving fast, so we'd better hurry.
He climbs into the van and takes off. PAN down the street after then, crossing
several other streets and alleys, until the area where the exoskeleton was
located is in view. A shipping van is driving towards the dock. TRUCK IN on the
side of the van.
CUT TO:
INT: VAN -- DAY
Fat Cat and Bubbles are sitting up on some boxes near the front. Wart, Mepps,
Mole, and Snout and standing guard around a cage. TRUCK IN on the cage, where
Packrat and Gadget are.
GADGET
   I sure hope Mrs. Bricken is okay.
PACKRAT
   Well, she's still in that small box that Fat Cat always has. She must be
   real important to him to watch so carefully.
GADGET
   I just wish that we could do something instead of just being forced into
   labor for those goons.
PACKRAT
   How about a plan to get out of this mess?
GADGET
   I don't think so, Packrat. First, Bubbles still has that power suit. There's
   nothing that we have to counter that thing. Second, we can't just
   abandon Mrs. Bricken as we escape. It's either all or no-one in this case.
PACKRAT
   Say, Gadget, I've been thinking about that suit. I think that there's both
   real good news and real bad news coming up.
GADGET
   What do you mean?
PACKRAT
   Well, that suit looks like it was built on a much larger scale, right? So
   I'm thinking that it's been shrunk somehow.
GADGET
(Nodding)
   I've seen a few machines that can do that. And it makes sense, since
   all of those components and wiring is so small. I don't see any other way
   for it to have been built.
PACKRAT
   Right. Also, since it was originally larger, this means that there isn't
   any type of reloads or supplies to properly repair it. And besides that,
   that suit uses some type of power. Now that it's smaller, I bet it can't
   recharge when it needs to.
GADGET
(Brightening)
   That means that soon Bubbles will be out of ammo, tricks, and power!
   The suit will be useless!
PACKRAT
   That's the real good news. The real bad news is that once the suit isn't
   any good anymore, they'll expect us to fix it.
GADGET
(Crestfallen)
   ...and we can't, because it needs to be enlarged first.
PACKRAT
(Nodding)
   Yep. And I don't think we'll be around long once it's discovered that we
   can't recharge it.
GADGET
(With sudden determination)
   Well then, that leaves us with two options: Find a way to recharge the
   suit or go for the full escape.
PACKRAT
   Hmmm...it's risky, but I say the full escape is more probable than fixing 
   that suit.
GADGET
   If only we knew what the details are of it. You found it like that, right?
PACKRAT
   Yeah. I was just about the leave this guy's place, when I spotted it. He
   usually has some neat odd bits of junk lying around.
GADGET
   Do you know who this guy is?
PACKRAT
   No. I've only seen him once or twice. He's usually too busy ranting and
   raving about global domination to notice me. Seems harmless enough,
   though. I mean, he's small, squat, and balding. Not your jet-set material.
GADGET
   Small, squat, and balding? Global domination? Does he have thick 
   glasses? And a moustache?
PACKRAT
   Well, yeah. He always wears this white lab coat, and has a small nose.
GADGET
   And he lives in a huge lab on top of a hill at the edge of town, right!?
PACKRAT
(Nodding)
   That's where I got this.
GADGET
   Golly! It is Professor Nimnul! This explains everything about the suit!
   Nimnul has shrunk things in the past with a device called the 
   Gigantico-Gun. And the suit's awesome powers could only be developed
   by that megalomaniacal madman. Hmmm...I wonder why he shrunk it?
PACKRAT
   I don't know. But I do know that as useful as this information is, it
   doesn't help us at all. We still can't do anything with the suit until it's
   re-enlarged, and I'm not sure if that's what Fat Cat wants.
GADGET
   Well, we can still work on that plan, but I'm beginning to see some other
   variables. Nimnul won't let one of his inventions float off. He's
   probably looking for it right now. Who knows how he'll fit into this?
PACKRAT
   Well, personally, I'm more concerned with getting out of this mess. But
   as we figured, Bubbles' suit is too strong for us. If only we had some 
   way to counter-balance that!
GADGET
(Looking around)
   Hmmm...maybe there is a way to balance that out. But we're going to 
   have to be very careful.
PACKRAT
   So what else is new?
GADGET
   First thing is to get something to write with, and on.
PACKRAT
(Pulling the stub of a pencil from his vest)
   Here. What are going to do? Put a message in a bottle? That only works
   at sea.
GADGET
(Setting about sketching)
   No, I need some way to design the blueprints. You can't expect to have a
   death-defying, harrowing escape from the clutches of evil using complex 
   devices without the proper planning, do you?
PACKRAT
(Lost in mental fog)
   Uhhhh...sorry. I guess I missed Breakout 101.
CUT TO:
INT: M.I.T. LABS -- DAY
Buzz is running top speed through a maze. He darts around numerous corners,
finally tires of it all and barrels through walls. He crashes through the last
wall, reaching the goal.
The Chip and Dale are standing with Sparky on a nearby table, watching.
SPARKY
   ‘Atta way, Buzz! Like I've said; never get in the way of a motivated
   guinea pig.
CHIP
   So as I was saying, we need your help, Sparky. We need some help
   with tracking this suit.
SPARKY
   I'm pretty busy with my lab work, and Buzz has to practice for the final
   run this Thursday. Besides, why do you need me? I thought you two still 
   didn't like me.
DALE
   We don't.
Chip baps Dale on the head.
CHIP
   Look Sparky, you know that we're not jealous of how Gadget likes you
   anymore. Or at least I'm not.
(He glares at Dale, who merely shrugs.)
   But this is why we need you and Buzz. Gadget's been kidnapped!
SPARKY
    What?!
DALE
   That creep Bubbles took her after he pounded us into ranger pancakes.
SPARKY
   Guys, I had no idea...of course I'll help! And I'm sure Buzz will pitch in,
   too. We do still sorta owe you for helping us escape from that Nimnul
   guy.
DALE
   Yeah, that's right, isn't it? We did save you from Nimnul.
SPARKY
(Puzzled)
   Who's Nimnul?
DALE
   Uh, the man we rescued you from.
SPARKY
   Oh! That explains why Buzz and I owe you, then.
CHIP
(Whispering to Dale)
   Looks like Sparky's memory is as erratic as it ever was.
DALE
   It was like this before?
CHIP
   Ahhh...forget it, Dale.
DALE
(Honestly)
   Forget what?
Chip claps his hand to his forehead.
Monty and Zipper are coming towards them with Buzz. Each one has a piece of
cheese.
MONTEREY
   Well, mates, this place may be lackin' in home decor, but at least the 
   fridge is well-stocked.
He throws his cheese into the air, swallowing it whole.
BUZZ
   We found out where they stored the food shortly after coming here. That
   way we can snack when we want to.
SPARKY
   Yeah. A real nice lab mouse showed us before he left with a bunch of 
   other rats. I think his name was Jonathan...Flimsy? Freebie?
MONTEREY
   Don't worry about it, mate. Did the lads explain our problems?
SPARKY
   Yep. We just need to know what you want us to do.
CHIP
   Well, what we really need from you guys is to see if you can try to
   figure out some way to shut down that suit.
(He rubs his chest absentmindedly)
   It would be a lot better knowing some way to avoid a repeat
   performance of our last encounter.
SPARKY
   No problem, boys. Glad to help.
(He extends his hand. Dale clasps it, giving himself a shock. He flies   
	back, landing on his back.)
   Oops, sorry about that. I forget every now and then.
CHIP
   It's okay. No harm done, right Dale?
Dale slowly sits up, a electrical spark going off from his hair.
DALE
(Dazed)
   As you were, Mr. Worf.
MONTEREY
(Nodding)
   He's fine.
CHIP
   Okay, then. Sparky, stop by our headquarters when you two have figured
   something out. We're going to go make one more stop, at the best 
   informant in town.
MONTEREY
(Cringing)
   Oh no...don't tell me...
CUT TO:
INT: SEWER -- DAY
The ranger's are walking along the side, carrying a few books on a roller sled.
The roller sled has two sets of rollerblade wheels underneath a simple plank of
wood.
MONTEREY
   Sewer Al's! Gaa--I hate this place! Crocs can be lurking underneath
   these waters anywhere!
DALE
(Nervously)
   Uh--Chip? Chipper? There aren't really crocs around here, are there?
CHIP
   Of course not, Dale. Crocodiles aren't found in this part of the world.
(Dale relaxes.)
   You're probably thinking of alligators that are flushed down the toilet.
   They're the ones who are all over this place.
Dale goes back to a state of near panic.
MONTEREY
   Crikey, how much further is it? We've been down here for ages.
CHIP
   Relax, Monty. Ah! There it is!
(He points to the front of a closed-off sewer drain. It's dark, and water 
trickles down the side. The water drops echo on down the pipes. Chip
walks up to the front.)
   Uh, Sewer Al? Are you in here? We need some information.
There's a long pause.
SEWER AL (V.O.)
(Slowly)
   Do you now...
Chip glances back nervously at Monty and Dale. Dale ducks behind Monty, who
merely shudders a little. Zipper motions Chip onward.
CHIP
   Well, yeah. We would, of course, pay for it in the usual manner.
Another long silence. Then sounds of scraping can be heard from within the
darkness of the closed off drain. The rangers back up a few steps. Sewer Al
steps into the light, a large alligator. He towers over the rangers as he
stands up fully. A small set of spectacles sit on his long snout.
SEWER AL
   You have succeeded in gaining my attention.
MONTEREY
(Very shaky)
   How-how's the weather up there--I mean down here.
SEWER AL
   Cold. Clammy. Humid. All at once.
CHIP
(Swallowing)
   Right. Well, we'll make this quick. We need to know what Fat Cat is up
   to, and a few other things.
SEWER AL
(Chuckling)
   Fat Cat is up to his usual tricks, I can tell you that common knowledge
   at no charge. As for the details, well, let's see what you brought first...
(He leans over the sled. He picks up each book carefully and examines 
them. The rangers huddle together and watch apprehensively.)
   Hmmm...”1984”. Good choice. I have a number of copies already, of 
   course, but this will be a nice addition. Ah! “White Noise”. Marvelous!
   This one is worth a bit to me, as I don't have a copy yet. “The Maltese
   Falcon” and “The Great Gabsy”. Excellent. What this?
(He picks up a comic book of the bottom.)
   Captain Squid?
   
CHIP
   What?!
He turns and glares at Dale.
DALE
(Shrugging)
   Hey, I thought it was stuff to read in case we got bored or something.
   How was I supposed to know?
SEWER AL
   Yes, well, you can keep it.
(He drops on top of Dale.)
   But the rest are suitable payment. I will first tell you that Fat Cat is on
   his way to the docks even as speak.
DALE
(Crawling out from under the comic book)
   Really? How do you know?
SEWER AL
   Oh trust me, I have my sources.
CHIP
   Do you know what his plan is?
SEWER AL
(Grinning)
   My good man, or chipmunk as the case may be, you claim yourself to
   be a detective. Can't you sort through the clues?
CHIP
(Defensively)
   I'm not sure what all of the clues are.
SEWER AL
   Then listen. The exoskeleton, or suit as you refer to it, is in the 
   possession of Fat Cat, but Bubbles was the one wearing it. What does
   that tell you?
DALE
   I thought Bubbles stole it.
CHIP
(Slapping his hand against his forehead)
   Bubbles is working with Fat Cat!
SEWER AL
   Very good. Now, Packrat was taken because Fat Cat believes he can
   maintain the exoskeleton. But why do you think Mrs. Bricken was taken?
   Was it her connection with Bubbles? Or her connections elsewhere?
MONTEREY
   So...you're saying that Mrs. Bricken was taken because of her 
   connections? But the only place where that would be big is with the
   shipping communities...
CHIP
   ...And Fat Cat is headed for the docks! I think I'm starting to
understand...
(He starts pacing, thinking hard.)
   Hmmm...Fat Cat must've hired Bubbles so he could get Mrs. Bricken
   easier.
(He turns to Sewer Al)
   Was Bubbles working for the Brickens before or after Fat Cat hired him?
SEWER AL
   After. Starting to get the idea?
CHIP
(Nodding)
   Bubbles never came close to reforming. He hitched up with Fat Cat as 
   soon as he could. Getting the job of her bodyguard allowed Fat Cat the
   ability to know exactly where she would be and when, making it that
   much easier to kidnap her.
(He resumes his pacing.)
   So, once they picked up the exoskeleton, Bubbles wore it, since he's the
   only one it would fit. This also made it easy to stop anyone trying to
   interfere.
MONTEREY
(Glumly)
   Like us.
Chip rubs his chest again, then goes back to his thinking.
CHIP
   Mrs. Bricken, now chairman of the board of Norwin Enterprises, has
   some sort of knowledge that Fat Cat wants. Bubbles, outfitted with that
   exoskeleton, provides the muscle to back up the plan. But we still don't
   know what it is that he's got planned.
SEWER AL
   Final clue: Norwin Enterprises controls all of the imports and exports
   for our little animal world. They know all about the shipping routes,
   vessels, and cargo. Fat Cat is trying to expand his empire to include
   a new racket.
MONTEREY
   Smuggling!
CHIP
   Right! If Fat Cat get his hands on the right information, he can use
   Norwin Enterprises as a front for a huge smuggling operation. No
   one will know, because it's all hidden in the paperwork of the business!
DALE
   Gosh! But what would he be smuggling?
CHIP
   Anything and everything, Dale. If gets control over the docks, he can
   use it ship whatever he pleases without anyone knowing about it.
   He could get money from Britain, or sell jewels to someone in Monaco.
MONTEREY
   And if he's gonna be gettin' that kind of money and power, it'll make
   our job a whole lot harder.
CHIP
   Then to the docks! Fat Cat and Bubbles will be there, and where they are
   we'll also find Gadget, Packrat, and Mrs. Bricken.
MONTEREY
(Nodding)
   The gang's all there. But what about that exoskeleton, Chipper? Do
   you think that we should wait until Sparky and Buzz come up with
   something?
DALE
   Yeah, Chip. Getting there quick won't help if we're still gonna get
   our tails whumped.
MONTEREY
   Whumped?
CHIP
   Good point, Dale. But I don't want Fat Cat to have any more time than
   I have to.
(Zipper buzzes excitedly to Chip, motioning that he can tell Sparky.)
   Great idea, Zipper! You clue Sparky and Buzz in as to what's going
   on. Have them meet us by the docks.
Zipper makes a trumpeting sound (Charge!) and takes off.
SEWER AL
   If you like, I can provide you with directions through these sewers. It
   would save you a lot of time.
DALE
   Gee, thanks!
(He holds up his comic)
   Here, take it as payment for that.
Sewer Al only looks disgusted at the comic book.
SEWER AL
   It's quite all right. Consider it an act of good will.
CHIP
   Well let's get moving! Rescue rangers...
ALL (except Sewer Al) in unison
   AWAY!
SEWER AL
(Rolling his eyes)
   How inspiring...
CUT TO:
EXT: DOCKS -- DAY -- NIMNUL'S VAN
Professor Nimnul hops out of the van with the tracking device. He is also
carrying a belt with various electrical devices strapped on. Normie bounds out
after him.
NORMIE
   Gee, Uncle Norton, don't you think you look a little, well, conspicuous?
NIMNUL
   Normie, one of the first things you're going to have to realize is that an
   evil genius does not conform to societies standards. We are not slaves
   to the routine of everyday life, because we are the keepers of unique
   thoughts. Besides, I don't want to take the time to carefully conceal my
   equipment. Donahue is on in an hour, and I don't want to miss any more
   than I have to.
NORMIE
   Why don't you just tape it?
NIMNUL
   Who knows how to figure out these new VCR's? Every time I try to tape
   something, some other function goes on; the clock, built-in radio, 
   fireworks...
   Aha! I've located the exoskeleton! It's only about two miles away from
   us. Over there, in that warehouse.
He points to a warehouse with a sign reading “Norwin Enterprises”. Slow ZOOM IN
on the warehouse, than DISSOLVE to the inside.
INT: NORWIN ENTERPRISES WAREHOUSE -- DAY 
Gadget and Packrat are off in one corner, working with the exoskeleton. Gadget
is going over a check list while Packrat oils it up. Mepps, Wart, Mole, and
Snout are nearby.
GADGET
   Okay, then.
(She marks off a box on her list)
   That's everything, then. Are you done, Packrat?
PACKRAT
(Wiping his hands on a rag)
   Yeah. I guess everything's ready to go, then.
BUBBLES (V.O.)
   Good.
Bubbles steps up to them. He walks up to the exoskeleton and latches himself
up. He hits the on switch, and does some quick motions.
GADGET
(Hesitantly)
   Are you using it tonight?
BUBBLES
   Don't worry about. It's not your concern.
(He stops and looks at her coldly)
   Just keeping the suit working well is the only thing that you're pretty
   little head needs to be occupied with.
He then walks off. Gadget and Packrat watch after him, then move to a small
pile of debris in the corner.
PACKRAT
(Quietly)
   You watch for the guards. I'll get everything ready.
Gadget nods and turns to watch Mepps and the rest. Packrat moves the debris
aside, revealing an assortment of items; cloth, wire, steel mesh, and other
odds and ends. He gathers everything up in a bag and moves off into the cage
where they're kept. Gadget checks once more, then follows him.
GADGET
   Coast is clear. Once the suit is gone, they don't worry about us too much.
(Packrat nods. She looks at the collection of stuff.)
   Wow, I'm still kinda surprised at how much you've collected since we've
   been in this place. Who knew a warehouse would have so much stuff?
PACKRAT
(Shyly)
   Aw, I've been doing this all my life. It's nothing, really.
(He than becomes serious again.)
   Okay. We have the equipment, and we have the blueprints. Now we
   need to construct them. And quick.
GADGET
   What's the rush? Besides our apparent escape to freedom, I mean.
PACKRAT
   Well, I don't know about you, but I think Bubbles has been acting very
   private lately. I think he's got something planned for himself tonight.
   Something Fat Cat doesn't know about.
GADGET
   You know, Bubbles has been doing that, hasn't he? What do you think
   he'll try? Just taking over the plan?
PACKRAT
   I don't know. But I do know that I don't want to be caught in the
   crossfire, which is exactly where we'll be when this happens. So we're
   going to have to kit-bash these things. You know, put them together for
   one use, because that's all we'll get before they fall apart.
GADGET
   Right. So hand me those doohickeys there, and we can get started.
PACKRAT
(looking around)
   These doohickeys? Or next to those thingimabobs?
GADGET
   No, under the whatchamacallits.
PACKRAT
   Oh! Sorry.
WIRE WIPE TO:
EXT: WAREHOUSE -- DAY -- MANHOLE COVER
The manhole cover lifts slightly, and slowly shifts to one side a small ways.
As it does, Chip, Dale, and Monterey are seen underneath, straining as they
move the cover. Once a big enough opening is present, they all quickly hop out
and look over at the warehouse.
CHIP
   Wow! Sewer Al's directions really did help us out! We got here in no
   time!
(He looks back at the manhole cover)
   Luckily for us the city has been using those new lightweight alloy
   manhole covers. Much easier for us to move.
MONTEREY
(Not quite believing it)
   Right....
DALE
   Yeah, but what now? Do we wait for Zipper to bring Sparky and Buzz,
   hoping that they have something for us? Or do we charge straight
   forward into the valley of death?
CHIP
   Dale, that's a silly question.
MONTEREY
   Yeah, mate! We do what we rangers always do! Charge!
He starts to run off in to the warehouse, but Chip steps in front of him and
holds him back.
CHIP
(As he strains to hold Monty)
   We...(grunt)...scout it...(gasp)...out first!
Monty finally stops running, and Chips breathes a sigh of relief, leaning
against him for support.
MONTEREY
(Disappointed)
   Oh, yeah...right.
(As Chip walks off)
   Spoilsport.
The three of them move off and climb up the side of the building, coming to
rest on on window ledge. They peer inside, seeing Fat Cat talking to a bound
Mrs. Bricken. Bubbles is off to one side, watching.
Fat Cat's voice gets louder during a slow TRUCK inside, which DISSOLVES to:
INT: WAREHOUSE -- DAY
FAT CAT
(Voice gradually increases to normal volume)
   ...without any hope of rescue. So you see, my dear lady, your
   co-operation with me is not only for my benefit, but yours as well.
MRS. BRICKEN
   Never!  Those computer codes were entrusted to me! I know what you're
   up to. You want those codes so you can alter what's been shipped and
   to whom.
FAT CAT
(Sarcastically)
   Amazing...you figured this all out on your own? I can see why Norwin
   would hire such a master of perception and insight.
MRS. BRICKEN
   What's more, even if I did give you those codes, I would inform the
   company right away, and they would be changed!
FAT CAT
(Sighing)
   Why does everyone always insist on doing things the hard way? Very
   well, I believe a demonstration is in order to show you the logic.
   Bubbles?
Bubbles nods grimly, and walks over to a stack of wooden crates. He pulls his
fist back for a punch, waits for a moment as energy charges up his glove, then
hits the stack with a loud *CRASH* destroying them in a single blow.
FAT CAT
(Leaning in close to Mrs. Bricken)
   The janitor around here is going to hate us when Bubbles is finished.
Bubbles then turns and fires and electrical bolt across the room, exploding a
few empty barrels. INTERCUT of Chip at the window. He nervously rubs his chest
as he watches. Bubbles moves on to another stack of crates, this time using a
grappling hook attachment to snag the top one, then brings in down and around
in a smooth swing to smash against the rest. He steps out from the wreckage,
dusting himself off nonchalantly.
FAT CAT
   Well, my dear Mrs. Bricken? What is the good word now? I'm sure that
   as you keep in mind that Bubbles can do this to not only you, but also
   your husband, the word will indeed be good.
MRS. BRICKEN
(Stammering)
   I...I...
(She lowers her head and continues in a defeated tone.)
   I'll do what you want.
FAT CAT
   Ah, there, you see? That wasn't so very difficult now, was it? Now when
   you hand over those codes, just remember that any change of them will
   result in your husband's unfortunate...accident. Boys! Take Mrs. Bricken
   off to her private cell, where she can start writing out the codes.
BUBBLES
(As Mrs. Bricken is carried off)
   How long do you plan to hold on to her?
FAT CAT
   Until the ransom is paid. Then she can go back. But I'll always have
   that tool of the threat to her husband to hold over her should I need
   something else.
Bubbles nods and strokes his chin thoughtfully. Suddenly, a loud beeping is
heard.
BUBBLES
(Alarmed)
   Something's coming towards the warehouse! And quick!
(He points to the set of doors at the other end.)
   Through there! Look out!
They both dive aside as Nimnul's van comes crashing through. It screeches to a
halt, and Normie and Nimnul stagger out.
NORMIE
(Dazed)
   Whoa...neat trick, Uncle Norton. Let's do it again!
NIMNUL
   Let's not and say we didn't. Oh well, at least I know the difference
   between park and reverse, now.
NORMIE
   Yeah, reverse is a lot more fun!
Chip, Dale, and Monty sneak in through the window and scamper along the rafters
to get a better view.
DALE
   Nimnul!
MONTEREY
   Crikey! Shoulda figured he'd be involved somehow! Now what?
CHIP
   I don't know. It looks like Bubbles and Fat Cat are hiding from them.
   Maybe we can--hey! Look over there!
(He points to a corner of the warehouse where Mepps, Mole, Snout,
and Wart and standing.)
   Looks like they're guarding something.
MONTEREY
   Or someone!
CHIP
   Right! Let's go! I have a hunch Fat Cat and Bubbles are going to be a bit
   busy now, anyway.
They move quickly along the rafters to the other side of the warehouse, where
they maneuver down a number of stacks of crates to the floor behind Mepps,
Wart, Mole, and Snout.
MOLE
   Gee, I wonder what that noise is over there?
WART
   Who cares? De boss told us to watch after de prisoners.
SNOUT
   But what if the noise comes over here? Shouldn't we know what it is so
   we know what to do?
WART
   Well, yeah, I guess dat would make a difference.
MEPPS
   Hold it! We don't need to know what it is do know what to do. If the noise
   comes over here, we just plug our ears, so we don't here it.
(He plugs his ears)
   Like this.
The rest of them also plug their ears.
MOLE
   Like this?
ALL(Except MOLE)
(Shouting)
   WHAT?!
MOLE
(Shouting)
   I SAID, LIKE THIS?!
They continue on in this fashion as Chip, Dale, and Monterey sneak around
them to the cage where Gadget and Packrat are.
CHIP
   Gadget! Are you in here?
GADGET
   Chip?
(She runs to the front of the cage)
   Oh thank goodness you guys are here!
DALE
   Don't worry, Gadget. We'll get you out!
CHIP
   Where's Packrat? And Mrs. Bricken?
GADGET
   Packrat's in the back. He's putting the finishing touches on a project
   we've been working on. I don't know where exactly Mrs. Bricken is.
   Fat Cat has been keeping her in a separate cage.
MONTEREY
   Well, come on, let's get you out of here first.
(Grabs hold of the bars and tries to bend them)
   Grunt! Okay, mebbe this isn't going to be that easy.
Zipper flies in from OFFSTAGE and deftly reaches inside the lock, picking it
open quickly. The door swings free as Buzz enters from the same direction
Zipper came from.
GADGET
   Zipper! Buzz! Where did you guys come from?
BUZZ
   Oh, well, we really couldn't track you guys that well, but we recognized
   Nimnul's van, and hitched a ride while it was at a stop light. We
   guessed that he'd be after his invention.
(Cringes at CRASH OFFSTAGE. Looks over his shoulder.)
   Looks like we were right.
CHIP
   Nimnul invented it? Well that explains a lot.
(Looking around)
   Where's Sparky?
BUZZ
   He's back there, trying to get a better glimpse of the exoskeleton. We
   think we may have figured a way of taking it out. Actually, Nimnul
   figured it out, but it'll work for us just the same.
DALE
   What's that?
BUZZ
   Nimnul built a remote switch-off for the suit, in case of emergency.
   All we have to do is to get a hold of it. Unfortunately, it's in Nimnul's
   pocket, making it a bit more difficult.
Zipper begins to buzz and motion to the group, explaining that Nimnul brought
his Gigantico-Gun along.
MONTEREY
   Blimey! If Nimnul's brought that gun along, he must be planning to
   just enlarge the suit, so he can hop in it right away. Like we need
   another complication.
CHIP
   Well, hang on, first things first. Gadget, go and get Packrat. We have to
   move while the guards are still busy.
(He motions to them as they continue to shout at each other.)
   Dale, you and Zipper spread out and look for Mrs. Bricken. She has to
   be somewhere nearby. Monty, you and Buzz go get Sparky. We'll all
   meet at the north wall. Okay, go!
They spilt up. Gadget retrieves Packrat, who is carrying some bundles with him.
Dale and Zipper move about, and find Mrs. Bricken off to the side, in a
separate cage.
DALE
   There she is, Zipper! Think you can get this lock, to--
(Zipper has the lock done before Dale can finish.)
   You're gonna have to show me how you do that.
(He opens the door and steps in.)
   Hey, Mrs. Bricken! Come on, it's a jail break!
(Turns to Zipper)
   I've always wanted to say that.

MRS. BRICKEN
   Oh! Oh...but it doesn't matter now. If I go, Fat Cat will unleash that
   horrible Bubbles on my husband.
Zipper takes a heroic pose on Dale's shoulder and shakes his head.
DALE
   Yeah, Zipper's right, Mrs. Bricken. Fat Cat won't be able to do anything
   like that. ‘Cause the Rescue Rangers won't let him!
(He also takes a heroic pose. Mrs. Bricken looks at him blankly.)
MRS. BRICKEN
   Who?
DALE
(Surprised)
   Uh, you know, the Rescue Rangers? To the Rescue, and all that jazz?
   Oh, well, never mind. We've beaten ‘ol Fat Cat time and time again.
MRS. BRICKEN
   Really? Then why isn't he in jail by now?
DALE
   Uh...well, I guess because most state penitentiaries don't accept cats.
   But you can check our resumes later, right now we have to get you out of
   here.
MRS. BRICKEN
   But you don't understand, it's my husbands life we're talking about. I
   can't risk his so easily. He'd do anything for me, and I would for him,
   as well. I won't betray that trust.
Dale and Zipper exchange glances. Dale gets a determined look, and steps
forward.
DALE
   I'm sure that Mr. Bricken would be real proud of you for that. But I bet
   he'd be even more happy if he knew that you were safe. I mean, you
   say that you two would do anything for each other, but if you don't
   try to get out of here, all it's going to do is prove to Fat Cat that he can
   control you. I'm not saying this will be any easier, but at least you
   would have tried, and not gave up. And that is what I think would
   be the most important to your husband.
MRS. BRICKEN
(Slowly)
   Yes...yes, I suppose you do have sound logic there. Very well, let's
   get a move on.
As she walks by, Zipper gives Dale a high-five.
DALE
   Thank you, Dear Abby!
They meet with the rest of the group at the north wall. Packrat is unpacking
the bundles, talking to Gadget, Sparky, and Buzz.
PACKRAT
   The suits' interwoven mesh will absorb most of the physical blows, and
   we saturated the outer layers in a fire-resistant substance. These
   suits also have the electrical wiring hooked through the gloves for easy
   operation.
Chip and Monty are looking on with questioning stares.
CHIP
(Dryly)
   Isn't it amazing what they can do with pine sap and phone lines these
   days?
MONTEREY
   Isn't it?
CHIP
(Seeing Dale)
   Oh, Dale, Zipper. You found Mrs. Bricken. Good job, guys!
DALE
   Thanks, Chipper. Now what?
CHIP
   Now we have to stop Bubbles, destroy the suit, and try to hold Nimnul
   and Fat Cat until the police get here. Sound good?
DALE
   Well, yeah. But how do we do it?
MONTEREY
   That's what they're trying to figure out, Dale. Seems Packrat and 
   Gadget have been working on a couple of suits to escape with.
   ‘Course, now that they've escaped, they aren't as important.
CHIP
   But remember, Monty, we aren't out of this place yet. These suits can
   still work for us. But first we have to figure out how to work them.
GADGET
(Looking up from the other discussion)
   Oh, it's really quite simple Chip. All operations are directed through the
   sensors in the gloves. In fact, everything is all set in terms of
   readiness.
MONTEREY
   So what's the problem?
PACKRAT
   Well, we've got all of these great systems and offensive capabilities
   backed by strong defenses...but we don't have any means to power
   them.
DALE
   So...what you're saying is that we have two real bulky costume party
   outfits?
PACKRAT
   Uh, I'd prefer a more poetic way to put it, but essentially, yeah.
SPARKY
   Power? Is that all? Oh no problem!
He bends done and begins to work with the suits. The loud sounds of explosions
draw the attention of everyone else.
CHIP
   Sounds like Fat Cat and Bubbles are putting up a tough fight.
MONTEREY
   Forget Fat Cat, Chipper. My money's on Bubbles who's giving 
   Nimnul the fits.
SPARKY
   TA-DAA!
He holds up the suits, but no differences can be seen.
GADGET
   All right Sparky! Um...what'd you do?
SPARKY
   Oh, I just rerouted the wires so it could be charged directly without any
   power source. They're all set.
DALE
   Why does this worry me?
CHIP
   No time for that Dale. We have to get Mrs. Bricken out of here, and try
   to keep Bubbles and Nimnul from bringing this place down around
   our ears.
GADGET
   The suits can fit just about anybody here. Who's going to wear them?
MONTEREY
   Well, both me an' Zipper here won't quite fit, one way or another.
SPARKY
   And Buzz and myself need to be out of them to get the power going.
DALE
   Well, I guess I'm the most qualified.
CHIP
   How so?
DALE
   Well, after reading over 231 comic books, and being the former
   Rubber Bando, I think I have the most extensive super hero
   background training here.
CHIP
   If you're going to play super hero again, I'm keeping an eye on you.
   I guess I'll take the other one, then.
PACKRAT
   Whew! I was afraid I would have to use it!
(Quickly, as Chip and Dale look at him)
   Uh, I mean, I'd hate to take away the honor of being the first to use it!
CHIP
(Sarcastically)
   Oh, good. I feel so much safer now.
DALE
(Bluntly)
   I don't.
Chip sighs and begins to put on the suit. Dale follows suit (Joke Ha-Ha). They
finish, and then Sparky and Buzz come up from behind, each touching a metal
panel on the back of the suit.
BUZZ
   Wonder Twin powers, activate!
They touch hands, and a huge surge of electricity goes off, charging up the
suits. Sparky and Buzz are a bit smoky.
SPARKY
(Rolling his eyes)
   Wonder Twins, Buzz?
BUZZ
(Grinning)
   I always wanted to say that.
CHIP
   Uh, as much as I hate break up some cartoon nostalgia, how about
   telling us how these things work?
GADGET
   Well, you both can temporary achieve low-attitute earth orbit and
   gravity assisted aerial maneuvers...
PACKRAT
   You can fly and swoop.
GADGET
   ...Dale, you have direct operating air-flow current regulator, variable in
   force to the power setting....
PACKRAT
   It makes strong winds.
GADGET
   ...and Chip, you have a set of electromagnetic manipulator pads, which
   can reset the amount of ionized particles for attraction.
PACKRAT
   It pulls things to you or pushes them away.
CHIP
   Uh, thanks. I...think we're better off now.
DALE
   Wow! So how do I get moving? This big red button here?
He presses it, and takes off in a dramatic blast-off. He whips by the group
every so often as Chip speaks.
CHIP
   So much for the subtle approach. Okay; Gadget, you and Packrat get
   Mrs. Bricken out of here and to safety; Sparky and Buzz can go see if 
   they can find the remote switch. Hmm...I wonder why Nimnul hasn't
   used it? Anyway, Monty and Zipper, you both can help us out by
   making sure the rest of Fat Cat's gang is taken care of.
They all nod and take off (especially Chip) in their respective directions.
Chip and Dale fly off in the direction of the scuffle. As they approach, they
can see that Nimnul has his Gigantico-Gun out. He is hiding behind a stack of
crates with Normie. Bubbles is firing electrical bolts at them, but they are
too small to be a serious threat. Fat Cat is behind him. He
points up to the Rangers.
FAT CAT
   Company! It's those blasted Rangers again!
BUBBLES
   Not to worry, boss. Blasted they will be.
He steps behind the crate with Fat Cat. Chip and Dale swoop over to the other
side.
DALE
   Where'd they go?
CHIP
(Surprised)
   Behind us!
They turn around to see Bubbles leaping up on another crate. He fires both
arms at them. Electrical bolts fly by them, narrowly missing.
DALE
(Dramatically)
   Hah! Now we, too, have super suits! Observe and fear the power of my
   air current control!
He begins playing with the dials and switches. The unit coughs and sputters,
and a tiny puff of smoke is spit out.
BUBBLES
   Oh, I tremble in fear.
CHIP
   Dale! Turn it on first!
He reaches over and clicks a switch on the side of the unit. With a roar, the
unit blinks on. A strong wind shoots out, slamming into Bubbles and knocking
him backwards.
DALE
Wowie-zowie! It worked. I wonder what else it does?
(He starts pressing buttons randomly, hitting one marked "stabilizer". It now
off, Dale is thrown back from the wind current.)
CHIP
Turn it off, Dale!
Dale crashes into the rafters above. The unit is smashed flat.
DALE
(Dizzyingly)
   It's off...now will someone please stop the merry-go-round? I don't feel
   so merry anymore.
BUBBLES
(Climbing back up)
   One furball down, one to go.
(Chip turns back to face Bubbles.)
   Give it up, bub. What makes you think that you can stop us? That you can
   stop anyone?
(The gun bolts charge up, casting his face in an evil glow.)
Slow TRUCK IN on Chip, remembering.
WALTER (V.O.)
Do not forget what this group was formed on. It's your only chance...
CHIP
(Slowly understanding)
   Confidence.
BUBBLES
(Caught off guard by the answer)
   What?
CHIP
(More quickly)
   We were formed on the confidence that we could make a difference.
   That we could stop people like you, that we had the bravery to face
   times like this and push our fear aside so we could do our job.
(Smiling)
   That's what makes me know we can stop a two-bit hood like you.
He turns on his gloves, and aims them at a hook and pulley off to one side.
Magnetic waves pull it free from it's place, and it swings down towards
Bubbles. He sees it coming and manges to barely jump aside as it crashes into
the crate.
FAT CAT
   Bubbles! Quit philosophizing and roast them!
BUBBLES
(Pulling himself up)
   Can't argue with that logic.
He fires off a series of bolts at Chip, who weaves and dives through the air,
dodging them all while trying the magnetic gloves on a toolbox behind Bubbles.
It shoots forward at the same time an electrical bolt just skims by Chip's
hands, shorting out the gloves. He drops them quickly. The toolbox rams into
Bubbles and they crash into another pile of crates. A moment later, Bubbles
pops back out.
BUBBLES
   Okay, now I'm upset.
He unleashes several bolts at once, and Chip barely manages to avoid them all.
He takes cover behind another group of boxes off to the side. Dale lands next
to him.
DALE
   Now what, Chip? My air current thingy doesn't work.
He drops the flattened box with a THUD.
CHIP
   Yeah, mine is gone, too. We're no match for Bubbles now.
(Looks over to Nimnul.)
   Let's try and grab that remote switch from Nimnul. Maybe then
   we don't have to confront Bubbles again.
He fiddles with the controls of his suit, and takes off over towards Nimnul.
Dale works with his, but suddenly he bolts off skyward.
DALE
   I don't think they got the bugs worked out of this yet!
CHIP
(Looking back at Dale)
   Dale!
He crashes into Nimnul, and falls to the ground, startled. Nimnul reaches down
and picks him up.
NIMNUL
   Another rodent in a power suit? What is this? Mighty Rodent Power
   Rangers? Say...you look familiar...
NORMIE
   Hey! Isn't he Rubber Bando?
NIMNUL
   No you fool! It's one of those vermin that always interferes with my
   plans for world conquest. You'd think they didn't want it to happen
   or something. No matter. Lucky for you, tiny trooper, I don't have time
   for you now.
He drops Chip, who catches on to his pocket on the way down. He slips inside
and grabs the remote switch, then takes off again.
NORMIE
   Hey! He took your remote switch, Uncle Norton!
NIMNUL
(Setting his Gigantico-Gun to Enlarge)
   And he's welcome to it. It's worthless now, since somebody took
   out the batteries in it!
He casts a glare over at Normie.
NORMIE
(Sheepishly)
   I needed them for my ant farm. The molecular cohesion reducer in the
   silo was an important part of my recreation of the--
NIMNUL
   Hush! It doesn't matter now, anyway. I'll just enlarge the suit right off
   of that mouse, and then hop in it. We can be gone before the cops get
   here.
He steps around the crate, aims, and fires. The beam hits Bubbles, and he
begins to grow, along with the suit.
BUBBLES
   Hey--wha-what's going on?
NIMNUL
   Huh? Oh yeah, I forgot. The ray effects other things in the immediate
   area. Oh well, how dangerous can a six-foot tall mouse be?
Bubbles looks at himself. He looks down at Fat cat and grins.
BUBBLES
   Sorry, “boss”. But I think I'll call the shots from now on.
FAT CAT
   What?!
(Bubbles fires a bolt of electricity, destroying a pillar)
   Er...um...makes perfect sense.
NIMNUL
(Watching in awe)
   Then again, maybe I should be more concerned about the exoskeleton
   then the mouse.
NORMIE
(Slowly backing away)
   Um...gee, Uncle Norton, I'd love to stay and watch and all, but, ah, I
   think I'm due at the dentist for a root canal. Can't be late for that! Bye!
Normie runs hurriedly away.
NIMNUL
   Normie! Come back here! Why I'd ground you if I could fault your
   cowardice! Oh well, things can't get worse...
(Police sirens sound in the background)
   Ahem. I stand corrected.
Dale comes back flying around, and eventually manages to land upon a stack of
crates next to Chip, who is trying to operate the remote switch.
DALE
   Hey! you got it!
CHIP
   Yeah, for all the good it does us. It's not working!
Dale takes a look at it. He removes the back cover, revealing the empty battery
case.
DALE
   Aha! As I suspected. Happens to me all the time with my video games.
CHIP
   Oh...yeah. Right. I was just about to think of that. Now...all we need are
   some batteries.
DALE
   But where do we get them? I doubt Bubbles and the rest will wait long
   enough for us to run down to the market to grab some.
CHIP
   Well, we have to do something for power.
They both look at each other, then grin.
BOTH
(Looking offstage)
   Oh Sparkyyyyyyyyy!
Sparky climbs up from the side of the crates.
SPARKY
   What? I'm trying to find the--oh. Never mind.
CHIP
   Well, look Sparky, right now we need your help here. Can you power this?
SPARKY
   Yeah, I guess so. Let me see...
He grabs the metal prongs on the inside and begins to spark.
CHIP
   Quick! While he's powering it we have to shut down the exoskeleton! But 
   what button do we press?
DALE
(Smugly)
   As any good cartoon watcher knows, Chip...
(Presses a large red button)
   ...it's always the red button.
The suit begins to slowly shut down.
BUBBLES
   Hey! What the--? Where's all the power for this thing going?
He grunts and tries to move it about, but it gets tougher and tougher.
NIMNUL
   That's odd, I wonder...oh well, as long as it's an easier target...
He switches the setting on the Gigantico- Gun to Reduce, aims, and fires.
The beam hit Bubbles, and he slowly starts to shrink in size.
BUBBLES
   Huh?! Man, this just isn't my day!
FAT CAT
(Looming in)
   You can say that again.
BUBBLES
(Gulps)
   Boss! Uh...that ray zapped me...must have messed with my mind...I didn't
   mean that I was going to double-cross you...
He looks up at Fat Cat in fright. The suit is completely out of power, and
Bubbles can't move. Fat Cat quickly advances from the shadows.
FAT CAT
(Ominously)
   I'm sure.
(He reaches out a claw and slices open a pod in the suit's arm. Glue comes
pouring out, covering Bubbles and adhering him to the suit.)
   As I recall, this glue is the concrete bond kind. Good luck getting free.
(He slips back into the shadows.)
   Those that cross me do not deserve a swift and painless end.
Professor Nimnul walks over to the suit and to Bubbles. He puts on a glove,
then picks Bubbles up.
NIMNUL
(Angrily)
   Ruined! My beautiful exoskeleton ruined! This glue will have completely
   fried and garbled up the delicate senors and circuitry. Argh! My life's
   work! Well, my work for the past six month's, anyway.
(He pauses, listening to the sirens getting closer.)
   Well, I can still get out of here before the cops come. Maybe I can
   salvage something out of the suit...
(He looks at Bubbles)
   At least I got a new test rat for my experiments. Come to think of it,
   I've been wondering how long a rodent can survive on spam alone.
Bubbles turns pale as Nimnul carries him off to the van, gets in, and drives
off. Fat Cat watches from a corner.
FAT CAT
(Sinister and quiet)
   Those that cross me do not deserve a swift and painless end.
He nods, and sneaks out.
Monty and Zipper are over by Fat Cat's gang. Watching them continue their
arguing with their hands in their ears.
MONTEREY
   This is has got to be one of the biggest groups of idiots I've ever seen.
Zipper nods. Chip and Dale walk over.
CHIP
   Any trouble with the gang?
MONTEREY
   Naw, they've been arguing like this for the entire time. The only
   threat they present is to my sanity.
DALE
   Well that can't be too dangerous then.
Monty glares at Dale, who looks surprised. Chip shakes his head.
CHIP
   Forget it, guys. Let's get out of here and back home.
DALE
   But wait a minute, why was Bubbles stealing all of those gems and
   electronic components before?
CHIP
   At first, I bet it was to try and keep the exoskeleton running. They
   figured that they would need special components, and even gems to
   focus the lasers and stuff. It didn't work, of course.
MONTEREY
(Nodding)
   And when that happened, they probably just sold 'em to the highest
   bidder.
They move over a sewer grate.
DALE
   Do we have to take the sewer back?
CHIP
   It's the quickest way. Unless you want to trust the suits we have to fly
   back.
DALE
(Hopping into the sewer)
   Last one in is a rotten egg!....(sniff sniff) Never mind, I found one
already!
DISSOLVE TO:
INT: RESCUE RANGER HQ -- LIVING ROOM -- MORNING
CHIP
(Leaning back in the couch.)
   Ah...another crime cracked, another case solved. This is my favorite part
   of crime fighting. The satisfaction of a job well done.
DALE
   Really? I just like the fact that we did a good job.
MONTEREY
(Chuckling)
   Can't argue with either of you on that point.
(He sits down at the table with a plate of cheese.)
   How are you feeling now, Chip? You really haven't had that much rest for
   someone who has had their chest cavity scorched.
CHIP
   Thanks for the concern, Monty. But in all honesty, I think that it was
   good for me.
DALE
   On no, he's in denial.
CHIP
   No, Dale, I'm not.
DALE
   See?
CHIP
(Sighing)
   Dale, remember a while ago when I was trying to teach you chess?
(Dale nods)
   Well, one of the things about it is that it's important to practice to stay
   good at it. And that's the same thing with what happened to me. It's
   important to have close calls like that every so often. Reminds me of
   what's important.
DALE
   Like Iron Goose music?
CHIP
   Well, maybe not for me, but you get the general principal.
GADGET
(Sitting next to Chip with some medical supplies)
   Regardless of what you mean exactly, you still need to relax for the 
   next few days. I saw when you got hit, and an injury like that needs
   time more than anything else.
(She pulls out a hot pad and presses it against his chest.)
   Now lean back, and hold this in place.
Chip does so, a smile of contentment on his face.
CHIP
(Mumbling)
   Thanks Walter.
GADGET
   Huh? What did you say, Chip?
(She puts a pillow under his head and her hand on his forehand.)
   You're not getting feverish, are you?
CHIP
   Huh? Oh no, I'm...
(Pauses as Gadget lightly rubs her hand across his forehand)
   ...fine. Just fine
(He gulps.)
GADGET
   I don't know...maybe some water would do you good. Dale?
(Dale looks up from the other side of the couch.)
   Could you get a glass of water for Chip?
DALE
(Grumbling to himself as he leaves.)
   Get water for Chip while she sits next to him...I should get hit by
   lightning more often if those are the benefits.
As he leaves, Monty stands up and motions to Zipper.
MONTEREY
   Come on, Zipper. I think we should go and start up some chow. Can't heal
   on an empty stomach, can you Chip? What're in the mood for? Cheese
   a la King? Cheese chowder? Cheese under glass?

CHIP
(Rolling his eyes)
   I'll trust in your expert judgment, Monty.
MONTEREY
   Too right! Come on Zip 'ol pal, let's hit the market for some supplies.
He and Zipper leave.
Slow TRUCK IN on Chip and Gadget as they speak.
GADGET
   Here...
(She takes the hot pad off and begins dabbing the wound with a moistened
rag. Chip flinches slightly at the medication.)
   Sorry...it's going to sting a little.
(She's quiet for a few moments as she dabs at his chest. Her eyes steal to his
for glance, then back to her work.)
   That was a big risk you took, you know. Stepping out as a target so Dale
   could have gotten around and helped the rest of us.
CHIP
   Would've been even better if it worked.
GADGET
(Smiling)
   Yeah, probably. But still, I just wanted to...to thank you, for taking
   that chance. And then again by facing Bubbles at the warehouse.
(She looks at him concerned)
   It must have been terrifying, seeing him again so soon after he almost
   ki--
(She breaks off, and becomes absorbed in treating his injury.)
CHIP
(Nodding)
   Yeah, you're right. Gadget. It was terrifying. But that's what I was trying
   to explain to Dale earlier. I was scared, but when the time came to face
   him again, I remembered what this team was formed on. And it steeled
   my resolve.
(He puts his hand over hers.)
   Reminded me of what was important.
She stops, and looks at him, and blush rising in her cheeks. They slowly draw
closer...
DALE (O.S.)
   Hey, where'd all the cups go? I can't find any out here!
They stop, and Chip rolls his eyes and leans back, sighing.
CHIP
   You'd better go help him out, or he'll be lost forever in there.
DALE (O.S.)
   I heard that!
GADGET
(Grinning)
   You're the leader, Chip.
She gets up and walks OFFSTAGE. Chip starts to settle in for a few moments,
then Gadget reappears for a moment to give him a light kiss on his forehead
before going off to help Dale. Chip sighs deeply and gets a dreamy look on his
face.
PAN past him up to the window. DISSOLVE TO:
EXT: RESCUE RANGERS HQ -- WINDOW
TRUCK BACK from Monty and Zipper pressed against the window, peering in.
Monty and Zipper lean back. Monty winks at Zipper.
MONTEREY
(Grinning)
   Told ya, mate! A little bit of quality time is all that Chipper needed.
   He'll be on airs for the rest of his recuperation.
He turns and walks off down the branch. Zipper flies up alongside of him,
asking a question.
MONTEREY
   No, I doubt we've seen the last of Bubbles, Zipper. He's a lot tougher than
   his name implies. But just let him come back! We'll be waiting for him,
   ready to go!
(Thinks for a moment)
   Provided it isn't during lunch.
The two friends head off into the city. TILT UP into the rising sun.
DISSOLVE TO:
The Rescue Ranger symbol sitting on a pedestal in a glass case. It's polished
to a high shine. TRUCK BACK to show various paintings, tapestries, and
sculptures depicting the events of this case. PAN over to the doorway, where
Walter stands, nodding approvingly.
WALTER
   Makes a fine addition.
(Chuckles)
   And I can't wait for the next one to be finished.
He looks over to another doorway, darkened on the inside, but things can be
seen moving about within. TRUCK IN on the darkness.
CUT TO: Credits
FADE OUT