Your tread must be light and sure, as though your path were upon rice paper. It is said, a Shaolin priest can walk through walls. Looked for, he can not be seen. Listened for, he can not be heard. Touched, can not be felt. This rice paper is the test. Fragile as the wings of the dragonfly, clinging as the cocoon of the silk worm. When you can walk its length and leave no trace. You will have learned.
Life is like a hurricane here in Duckburg. Race cars, lasers, aeroplanes – it’s a duck blur. You might solve a mystery or rewrite history – Duck Tales, Oo-oo! Tales of derring-do, bad and good luck tales, oo-oo! D-d-d-danger, watch behind you – there’s a stranger out to find you! What to do? Just grab onto some Duck Tales, oo-oo! Not pony tails or cotton tails but Duck Tales, oo-oo! When it seems they’re headed for the final curtain Bold deduction never fails, that’s for certain The worst of messes become successes!
People let me tell you ’bout my best friend, he’s a warm-hearted person who’ll love me till the end. People let me tell you ’bout my best friend, he’s a one boy cuddly toy, my up, my down, my pride and joy. People let me tell you ’bout him he’s so much fun whether we’re talkin’ man to man or whether we’re talking son to son. Cause he’s my best friend. Yes he’s my best friend.
