Timothy Dalton credited as playing...
Damien Drake
- [DJ sees a spaceship heading right towards them]
- DJ Drake: Dad, I think we should move.
- Damien Drake: What's wrong with Beverly Hills?
- DJ Drake: I meant from this spot.
- Granny: Now, I you can just give me the diamond...
- [takes off a disguise]
- Mr. Chairman: immediately!
- Tweety Bird: oh! now it't my turn...
- [takes off a disguise]
- Tasmanian Devil: [roars and then farts] pardon.
- DJ Drake: I knew it was you!
- Mr. Chairman: well you're wrong! 'cause I'm not me! I'm actually...
- [takes off another disguise]
- Damien Drake: your farther.
- DJ Drake: Dad?
- Damien Drake: look into your heart son, you know it's true.
- DJ Drake: no, it can't be.
- Damien Drake: well you're right! because it *isn't*!
- [takes off another disguise]
- Michael Jordan: right, lets do some drills.
- [takes off another disguise]
- Mr. Chairman: [maniacal laughing] well who's laughing now?
- [crickets chirping]
- Mr. Chairman: well, apparently no one.
- Mr. Chairman: Chair people, I reveal to you... the whereabouts of the Blue Monkey
- [laughs, then plugs the phone in the table and the map appears with Daffy in it]
- Mr. Chairman: ... There's a duck in the middle of the map, remove the duck... Remove the Duck! The duck is in the mid... Duck!
- [Throws the phone at the screen and breaks it]
- Mr. Chairman: ... Oh... Now, we cannot let a boy, a girl, and a duck and a rabbit thwart our plans for global domination!
- Damien Drake: Wanna bet?
- Mr. Chairman: A Wager?
- Damien Drake: $5 dollars says my son will scuttle your diabolicle plans and save the world.
- Mr. Chairman: You're awfully spunky for a man in your position
- [Uses the controls to make Damien slap himself in the face]
- Mr. Chairman: ... How do you like that, Mr. Slap-Yourself-In-Your-Own-Face"?
- [Gives the controls to the Laboratory Scientist]
- Mr. Chairman: [to the Scientist] Give him a good zets every once in a while
- [gives the controls to the scientist]
- Mr. Chairman: .
- Peter Lorre: My pleasure
- [then continues making Damien slap himself]
- Peter Lorre: .
- DJ Drake: hey, Dad, can't you just call the police or something?
- Damien Drake: guys like me don't call the police.
- [throws a grenade at the Acme Agent]
- Acme Agent: uh oh...
- [as the grenade explodes]
- Acme Agent: [lets out the Wilhelm Scream] AAH!