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(The carriage drives)

Mickey: AH, ISN'T THIS MUSKETEERING STUFF GREAT? 


Donald: YOU BET! 


Minnie: ISN'T IT ROMANTIC, DAISY-- 
BEING PROTECTED BY EIGHT DASHING MUSKETEERS? 
AND THE LITTLE ONE IS SO HANDSOME.

Daisy: YEAH...HE'S KIND OF CUTE AND ALL, 
BUT YOU'RE FORGETTING SOMETHING. THEY'RE MUSKETEERS, COMMONERS, NON-COLLEGE-BOUND. YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS.  

Minnie: OUR LOVE IS...FORBIDDEN?  

Daisy: 
[SLURP] 
BINGO. 

Minnie: A FORBIDDEN LOVE. HOW ROMANTIC. 

Doraemon: WE'RE JUST HAPPY TO MEET, PHINEAS. 

Phineas: GLAD TO HEAR IT. 

Doraemon: WE ARE GLAD THOSE THREE ARE THE MUSKETEERS, RIGHT, NOBY? 

Noby: YEAH, DORAEMON. 

(The carriage still drives) 

(The Beagle Boys jump out of the tree) 

Mickey: OH! BAD GUYS! 
 

Donald: BAD GUYS!  

Phineas: BAD GUYS! 

 Doraemon: BAD GUYS! 

 Noby: BAD GUYS! 

 Goofy: BAD GUYS? 
 

(The horse neighs and the carriage drives fast) 

Mickey: YIKES! 
 

Donald: [CLUCKING] 
WAH! 
 

Mickey: OK, YOU. EN GARDE. 

Beagle Boy #1: EN GARDE? 
FRENCH WORDS MAKE ME MAD! 
 

Mickey: HA HA! 
 

Daisy: GET OUT THERE AND FIGHT, YOU COWARD! 
 

(The two Beagle Boys sit with Goofy) 

Goofy: YOU FELLAS SEEN ANY BAD GUYS AROUND HERE? 
 

Beagle Boy #2: OOH. HOW ABOUT THIS BAD GUY? 
 

(Jack-in-the-box music plays) 

[POP GOES THE WEASEL PLAYING] 
 

Doraemon: GOOFY!

 Beagle Boy #2: TIME FOR YOU TO SAY GOOD-BYE, CAT. 

(Beagle Boy #2 throws Doraemon) 

Mickey: DORAEMON! 

Beagle Boy #2: (putting Mickey in the bag) HIT THE ROAD, TINY. 

(He throws him) 

Donald: MICKEY! 
 

(He draws his sword) 

Beagle Boy #2: BOO! 
 

Donald: AAH! 
 

(He gets inside the bag and jumps out of the carriage) 

(The heroes fall into the mud) 

Mickey: PRINCESS! 
 

[BEAGLE BOY LAUGHING]  

(Mickey runs and climbs to rescue her)  

(Mickey knows it is too late and slides down, almost despairing)  

Mickey: [SIGHS] 
NOW HOW ARE WE GOING TO PROTECT THE PRINCESS? 
 

Donald: PROTECT THE PRINCESS? ARE YOU KIDDING? 
IT'S HOPELESS. WE FAILED. 

Goofy: HOPELESS? 
FAILED? 
[SOBBING]  

Donald: AW... THERE, THERE, PAL. HERE. BLOW. 

[HONK] 
 

Doraemon: WELL, I DON'T THINK WE'RE HOPELESS. 

Mickey: DORAEMON HAS A POINT. LISTEN, CAPTAIN PETE HAS FAITH IN US. 

Goofy: HE DOES? OOH...I MEAN, HE DOES! 
 

Mickey: PETE MADE US MUSKETEERS, REMEMBER? 
 

Donald: YEAH! WE'RE MUSKETEERS! 
 

Mickey: THAT'S RIGHT, JUST LIKE WE DREAMED 
WHEN WE WERE KIDS. SO, WHAT DO YOU SAY? ARE WE A TEAM? 
 

Goofy: COUNT ME IN, MICKEY! 
 

Donald: ME, TOO! ME, TOO! 
 

Phineas: COUNT ME AND FERB IN! 
 

Doraemon: US TOO! 
 

Mickey: WE'RE OFF TO SAVE THE PRINCESS! NO OBSTACLE TOO BIG! 
 

Goofy: YEAH! 
 

Mickey: NO DANGER TOO GREAT!  

Donald: YOU SAID IT! 
 

Mickey: TOGETHER, WE'LL SAVE THE PRINCESS OR DIE TRYING!  

(The heroes run p, except Donald, for he wonders)  

Donald: DIE? (Doraemon: COME ON, DONALD.) 
DIE? (Doraemon: Mickey only used his figure speech. Now come. We have to rescue the princess.) 
 

(At the tower) 
 

Mickey: HEY, GOOF, THIS DOOR WON'T BUDGE! 
 

Goofy: LET ME GIVE IT A GO! (Runs to open the door) 
 

(Mickey looks at the sign and pushes the door with his finger) 
 

Mickey: HEY, GOOF, WAIT. I GOT IT--OH! 
 

(Goofy runs upstairs quickly) 
 

Beagle Boy #3: WHAT THE HECK WAS THAT? 
 

(Goofy runs through the window and falls on the branch and it throws him) 
 

Goofy: YA-HOO-HOO-HOO!  

[COW MOOS] 
 

(Goofy flies to windmill and it whirls around until he flies to the window where he got through and falls downstairs) 
 

Goofy: OOH! EEE! OOH! IYE! 
OW! OOH! IYE! OW! OOH! EEE! 
OOH! OW! 
OH...AW...THE DOOR'S OPEN. 

Dorarmon: That was quick. 

Phineas: No time to waste. We must run after the bad guys. 

Beagle Boy #1: OY, WHAT WE DO ABOUT THEM MUSKETEERS? 
 

Beagle Boy #2: WE'S 87 FLOORS UP. IT'LL BE HOURS BEFORE THEY'S ON US. 

[FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]  

[ALL PANTING] 
 

Mickey: HOLD IT RIGHT... THERE. [PANTING] 
YOU...FIENDS!  

Beagle Boy #2: SLING THEM BIRDS IN THEIR CAGE. 

Minnie: OH! 
 
 

[DAISY AND MINNIE SCREAMING] 
 

Mickey: YOUR HIGHNESS! 
 

Beagle Boy #2: LET'S HAVE A BIT OF FUN 
WITH THESE BLIGHTERS, EH? 
 

Mickey: LET'S GET 'EM! 
 

Beagle Boy #2: OY! 
 

(Mickey, Doraemon, Noby and Phineas fight the Beagle Boy #2) 
 

(Goofy, Sneech, Big G. and Ferb fight the Beagle Boy #1) 
 

Donald: STOP. 
LET THE GIRLS GO. 

Beagle Boy #3: AHA! 
 

Donald: UH! 
 

Beagle Boy #3: HA HA HA! 
YOU FEEL LUCKY, DUCKY? HA HA HA. 

[CLUCKING]  

[SWORDS CLANGING] 
 

Beagle Boy #1: HANG ABOUT. IS THAT HALLEY'S COMET? 
 

Goofy: HALLEY'S COMET! WHERE? 
  

Big G.: Don't listen to him! It's a trick!  

(Beagle Boy #1 puts his hat on his head tied)  

Goofy: UH! 
WHOA! WHOA! WHOA! 
WHOA!  

Mickey: LET ME GO! LET ME GO! 
I'LL SLICE YOU TO RIBBONS! 
WHAT THE-- 
(Goofy bumps at Mickey) WHOA! 
MY SWORD! 
 

[BEAGLE BOY #1 LAUGHING] 
 

Mickey: GOOFY, WE GOT TO DO SOMETHING QUICK, 
OR THE PRINCESS IS DONE FOR. 

Beagle Boy #1: IT'S ALL OVER. HA HA HA. LOOKS LIKE YOU BLOKES GOT IN OVER YOUR HEADS... 

[ECHOING]  

(Goofy begins to remember how he fell and flew back and gets an idea)  

[DING] 
 

Mickey: WHAT ARE YOU PLANNING, GOOF? 
 

Goofy: I GOT AN IDEA. YOU WITH ME? 
 

Mickey: YOU BET. 

Goofy: HOT SOUP, COMING THROUGH!  

(Mickey and Goofy run together)  

[SCREAMING] 
 

Beagle Boy #1: THAT WAS A BIT OF A BARNEY, WASN'T IT? 
 

[COW MOOS] 
 

Doraemon: Look out. 
 

[THUD] 
 

[SCREAMING]  

OOH! OW! OOH! OW! 
OH! 
AAH!  

[ALL SHOUTING]  

[RATTLES] 
 

Goofy: DID WE DO IT? 
 

Mickey: YEAH! WE DID IT! 
THE EIGHT OF US DID IT! 
 

Together: ALL FOR ONE AND-- 
 

Mickey: WAIT. WHERE'S DONALD? 
 

Donald: WE DID IT? WELL, ALL RIGHT! 
AH! OOH! AH! AH! OOH! 
HURRAY! WE DID IT! 
 

All: YIPPEE! 
YAHOO!  

[DAISY CLEARS THROAT]  

Mickey: 
[LAUGHS NERVOUSLY] 
LET ME JUST, UH...KIND OF TIGHT. WHOA! (The ropes untied) 
OOPS. 

[MINNIE LAUGHING] 

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