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[whooshing]

♪ Supercar

♪ Supercar

♪ With beauty and grace

♪ As swift as can be

♪ Watch it flying through the air ♪

♪ It travels in space

♪ Or under the sea

♪ And it can journey anywhere

♪ Supercar

♪ Supercar

♪ It travels on land

♪ Or roams the skies

♪ Through the heaven's stormy rage ♪

♪ It's Mercury-manned

♪ And everyone cries, "it's the marvel of the age!" ♪

♪ Supercar

♪ Supercar

♪ Supercar

[loud explosion]

[tire rattling]

[ominous orchestral music]

- 11 o'clock, it's getting late, Mike.

Surely, it's time they called in?

- According to schedule, yes.

Besides, Jimmy oughta be gettin' to bed soon.

- But, I've gotta stay up.

I mean, gee, it's not often brother Bill pays a visit.

Let me stay up, please!

- Well, I guess we can allow the request

on compassionate grounds.

It's passed Mitch's bedtime.

[grunting]

- I'm worried, Mike.

They should have called in by now.

After all, that's why we went through the trouble

of installing a radio in Bill's truck!

- Well, you know Dr. Beaker.

He's probably forgotten all about it.

- Well, so long as he hasn't forgotten

that load in the back of the truck.

- Could be a load of trouble, you mean.

- It could, but it should be safe enough

in the refrigerator.

And it's only a short journey.

- If they don't get lost.

[intense orchestral music]

- We couldn't be getting ourselves lost, could we Doc?

- Well, I...

I don't think so.

- No, you don't.

Well, I think we shoulda stuck to the main highway!

- Nonsense, my dear fellow.

The last signpost distinctly indicated the shorter...

[stammers]

Route.

- The things I let myself in for.

"Can you help us carry something?" you said.

"Sure." I said.

"Gibson Transport carries anything, anywhere." I said.

So now, I find myself driving at night,

through the Nevada desert,

on a road I don't know,

with a can of stuff in the back

that'll blow us clear into Arizona

if it gets above freezing point.

Swell.

- But, it won't get above freezing point, my dear fellow!

That's why we're traveling at night.

When the desert temperature is...

[stammers]

Around zero.

- Okay Doc, if you say so.

All I hope is, that we're not still out here come sunup.

[engine whirring]

[curious flute music]

Yes sir, when I see that little

old sun come up over the horizon,

I'm just gonna stop this truck,

climb out and start walking.

- I really think you are exaggerating

the matter, my dear fellow.

I grant you that my new fuel may be...

Inevitably, in the developing phase of course,

just the tiniest bit unstable.

- So unstable the Prof wouldn't let you

make it at the lab, is the way I heard it.

- I don't deny it, I don't for a moment deny it.

But, this truck contains a refrigerator, does it not?

- [Bill] I wouldn't trust it.

For one thing, it draws too much current for my liking.

It could run this truck's batteries flat in about

half an hour without the generator to recharge them.

And then where are we?

Pow!

That's where we are.

- Pow?

I don't think so.

Anyway, there's another signpost.

That will tell us where we are.

- [Bill] Some signpost at that.

I'll get out and take a look-see.

And maybe you should call the lab, Doc.

They'll be wondering what's happened to us.

- Certainly, most certainly.

Perhaps, I ought to check the outside air temperature too.

Though it seems bitterly cold to me.

And I hope nobody else is out

in the desert on a night like this.

[dramatic orchestral music]

- Oh, I'm so cold Masterspy.

How long must we wait?

- Perhaps... [laughs]

Perhaps, they have lost their way.

- Surely though, that is what we intended them to do.

- I jest, you fool.

Of course, that was what we intended.

Do you think we moved those signposts around just for fun?

- My dear Professor, of course

we are still on the right road!

And I am familiar with every inch of it!

That is to say, I am not exactly sure that I recognize

the precise section of the road we are on at the moment.

But, it's well signposted.

- Well, I wouldn't give you a plug nickel

for this signpost, Doc.

I reckon we'll still be out here come sunup.

- What an alarming prospect.

- What is?

Are you in trouble?

- No, no, no, no. [chuckles]

Bill just sends his regards.

Over and out.

- You think they're alright, Professor?

- Oh, I think so.

It's difficult to tell with Dr. Beaker.

- Nobody respects Dr. Beaker's brain

more than I do, Professor.

But, when it comes to his sense of direction...

- Dr. Beaker has every confidence in his sense of direction.

He will reach at least this far, no doubt,

before he begins to wonder if he is lost.

And we will be waiting to tell him the way.

[laughs]

And they will be in no position to notice the little,

how shall we call it?

[laughs]

This little pebble we have put in their way!

[tires crunching]

- I said the road was getting worse, didn't I?

I don't fancy our chances if we should hit a rock

with that stuff in the back.

- Quite, I do indeed understand.

Basically, it's quite safe below 10 degrees centigrade.

It would need a detonator to make it

explode under those conditions.

- I see.

It's just when it heats up a little

that it gets really dangerous?

- Relatively speaking, that is so.

- Well, just as long as we know.

- Masterspy...

- What is it, Zarin?

- I can hear something.

- Ah, you are right, friend Zarin.

They are coming like flies into my web!

[laughs]

But, let us complete our preparations.

We will hide the truck and then wait

somewhere out of sight, behind some rock.

[ominous orchestral music]

- Do you still reckon we're on the right road, Dr. Beaker?

- What are you implying, my dear fellow?

Surely, you don't think we're lost?

Why only a few minutes ago, we passed a signpost!

- Anyway, there's a pretty sharp turn ahead

if we wanna stay outta trouble.

So watch out.

[car whooshing by]

[tires crunching]

- Be careful!

- Ah, relax.

Gibson Transport always gets you there safe and sound.

[car whooshing by]

[loud crash]

- Really, my dear fellow?

Your navigation of this craft...

Leaves much to be desired.

It gave me quite a turn.

- They have played straight into our hands again!

[laughs]

And this time, my friend...

This time, we will get what we want.

- We would be wise to assess the damage as soon as possible,

and get on our way.

And the first essential is to get the

engine started and keep the batteries...

[stammers]

Charged.

- You're talking sense, Dr. Beaker.

Here goes.

[engine stuttering]

- There, friend Zarin, there.

Is that not music to your ears?

- Mm-mm, no luck.

Guess, I'd better get out and take a look.

- Do that, my dear chap.

And with all the experience you can muster!

- Frankly, I'm worried.

I'm sure Dr. Beaker was lost

when he called last time, whatever he said.

- [Mike] Well, maybe you're right.

Next time he calls, maybe we should

tell him to leave the transmitter on.

Then, if they are lost, we can trace them with Supercar.

- Gee, Mitch.

I don't know that I like the sound of all this.

[frantic grunting]

- See?

Oil.

The crankcase cracked on that boulder, that's for sure.

We're stuck, Doc.

Can't even start the engine with a split crankcase.

It'd seize in no time at all.

- Then we must consider our plan of action.

The first decision is to switch off the refrigerator.

Assuming, that it is still in operation.

My fuel will come to no harm until dawn.

Until which time, we will not be wasting valuable current!

Meanwhile, if you would be so kind

as to call the laboratory on the radio?

- Okay, Dr. Beaker.

Sure thing.

[eerie orchestral music]

- Why do we wait, Masterspy?

Why do we not go down at once?

- Because for just one moment,

I prefer to watch and to take relish in their absurd plight!

- But, do you not want to see what is happening?

- Patience!

I know exactly what is happening.

The crank is out of action

and friend Beaker is now making...

[laughs]

A plan of action.

This will take him at least 10 minutes.

- Yeah, well that's how it is.

I don't know where we are and...

I don't think Dr. Beaker does either.

- But, neither of you is hurt?

Good!

- Tell them to keep transmitting!

I'll take off in Supercar and home in on their radio.

- Wait a minute, Mike!

What is that, Bill?

The batteries?

Of course!

They want some spare batteries

to keep the refrigerator going.

It's most important.

- Okay.

It'll take me some time to get them loaded up though.

Let's hope we've got some fully charged.

- I'll help you, Mike.

- Oh, no you won't, my lad.

It's way past midnight,

and you should've been in bed hours ago.

- But, you said I could stay up till Bill came.

- No, repeat, no.

Now, off you go now.

- Roger and out.

Come on, Mitch.

[snoring]

Mitch!

[screeching]

[grunting]

[somber orchestral music]

- Why, friend Zarin, the time is now ripe

to go down and see how

the great Dr. Beaker is getting on.

Come.

- Hey funny, I thought I heard a voice.

- Hardly likely, my dear fellow.

Who would be in a place like this at such an hour?

- Well, maybe you're right.

- Anyway, for the moment, everything seems satisfactory.

Most satisfactory!

The fuel will be safe as long as

the air temperature remains below zero.

And Supercar will be bringing us

some fresh batteries, shortly.

- How long before they're out here, do you think?

- Well, that would be difficult to estimate.

Perhaps, an hour?

Why?

- Because we oughta get the transmitter going

so Mike can home on to it.

Only I don't wanna do it before time,

because it drains the batteries.

- But, my dear fellow, we have fresh batteries coming out.

Mike, he's bringing them.

- Well maybe so, but until they're

right here I'm taking no chances.

- For the moment, I don't want to vent.

I suggest we make ourselves comfortable here.

- Yes, Dr. Beaker, that is a good idea, indeed.

- Well... [laughs]

Now, who's a fool?

[dramatic orchestral music]

- Console to pilot, are you loaded up, Mike?

We've lost nearly an hour already.

- Well, I wouldn't have been much use

taking him out half charged.

Anyway, we're loaded now.

- [Professor] Good, have the batteries made any difference?

- Well, they seem to be stowed quite firmly, Professor.

I don't know whether they'll affect Supercar's balance.

They're heavy, so they might.

- Ah, you should be very careful, Mike.

When you first take off, if the balance is upset,

that's where it will show!

- Roger, Professor.

Anything from Bill and Dr. Beaker, yet?

- No.

I expect they are conserving their batteries.

They'll have to transmit all the time you're in the air,

and as soon as dawn comes, they'll have to

run the refrigerator as well.

- I get ya.

Well, may as well run the engines up

while we're waiting, Professor.

Then there'll be no delay in takeoff when they do call in.

- Right, Mike.

Charge port engine.

[mechanical whirring]

- Coming up to 10,000 now.

Okay, interlock on!

- Interlock on, charge starboard.

[engine whirring]

- 10...

12...

15,000, interlock on!

- Right, ready to fire!

- Fire one!

[loud blast]

Fire two!

[loud blast]

Both firing smoothly.

Cutting revs to idling level now.

[loud click]

- Now, I guess we can hear ourselves think.

- Jimmy, I thought I told you to--

- Mitch and me's gone on strike.

- On strike, what do you mean?

- Well gee, Professor, you can't expect us

to sleep with all this going on.

[grunting excitedly]

You see?

Mitch feels the same way.

- Idling now, Professor.

Wake me when Dr. Beaker calls in.

These engines have a mighty soporific

effect at idling speed.

- That's not what Jimmy and Mitch think!

But, you shouldn't have long to wait.

- Gee, Mitch.

I wonder what they're doing...

[melancholy orchestral music]

- Well, friend Beaker, I think we have you this time.

And we will also have that sample of fuel

you are rumored to be carrying.

Perhaps, friend Zarin, you would get it

from the back of their so sadly damaged truck?

[muffled grunting]

Get the sample, Zarin.

Oh, and while you are about it...

- What, Masterspy?

- Look in the front of the truck for a radio.

These gentlemen have fooled me before with their radios.

And I, Masterspy, do not intend to be fooled this time.

- And if I find it, Masterspy?

- Then break it, you fool!

What do you think?

That I want to call Professor Popkiss

and wish him happy birthday?

- [chuckles] Of course, Masterspy.

And if you will, do I bring it here?

- You do.

[muffled grunting]

- I cannot think why they have

not started transmitting again.

I hope the batteries are not already exhausted.

- [Mike] You want me to take off anyway, Professor?

It's not long till sunup.

- [Professor] Well, maybe, that would

be the best thing, Mike.

We know they're east of here.

- Yeah, but that's all we do know.

It's gonna be pretty near impossible

to find them, even in daylight,

without their radio to home on.

The desert's a mighty big place.

- But, the fuel, you've just gotta get to the Professor.

We've got to. - There is no panic, Jimmy.

It's not as bad as all that.

They will certainly keep well away

from the truck when the sun rises.

So, even if the fuel should overheat,

no one will get hurt.

[ominous orchestral music]

[yells]

- Ah, friend Zarin.

You found the fuel.

[muffled grunting]

- Ah, with care, friend Zarin.

That stuff you are holding is no doubt

the fruit of much labor by Dr. Beaker.

We would all hate to see you drop it.

[laughs]

Did you find the radio?

- Yes, Masterspy, and I destroyed it

with the handle of the jack.

- Good, friend Zarin.

Then take the fuel to our truck and put it in the back.

[muffled grunting]

Do not worry Dr. Beaker.

[laughs] It will be put to good use, I assure you.

[muffled grunting]

And now, we shall wait a few moments until sunrise,

and then be on our way.

I should not want to drive in the dark. [laughs]

- I think you had better take off now, Mike.

I don't know what has happened,

but the sun will be up soon,

and we had better take every chance

on getting those batteries to them in time!

- Sure thing, Professor.

I'll take off and play it by ear,

when I see what it's like up in the air.

Maybe, I can find them quite soon.

- Do you think he will, professor?

- Oh, I expect so.

In any case, it is our best plan for the moment.

- Standby for takeoff.

[loud click]

[screeching excitedly]

- Alright, windows open!

[faint whirring]

[dramatic orchestral music]

- I don't like these batteries, Professor.

They've affected our trim.

- [Professor] Well, be careful, Mike.

Take it steadily.

- [Mike] Sure thing, Professor.

Full boost. [loud blasts]

[mechanical whirring]

- Well now, Dr. Beaker.

I think we will be on our way soon.

- My dear sir, do you know what you are doing?

That fuel, extremely dangerous!

- Hold it Dr. Beaker, hold it a moment.

- But, my dear fellow--

- Your friend is right, Dr. Beaker.

I'm glad you have this sense to realize

there is nothing you can do.

That this time I have succeeded.

[laughs]

Now, I must go to the van to supervise

friend Zarin loading the fuel.

- Let him go, Doc.

Let him go.

- But the fuel, it will go up in smoke!

- Sure, and we want it to go up right here.

On the spot.

- I certainly--

I certainly, most certainly, do not!

- Listen, they've got the fuel.

So, we keep them talking here.

The sun will be up soon and-- Pow!

There's a smoke signal for you!

Mike could see it from a hundred miles away!

- Well, well.

Yes, and to be sure, yes!

I think you have something there.

[dramatic orchestral music]

- No sign of them, Professor.

Anything on the radio yet?

- [Professor] No, Mike, nothing.

- Turning port onto 250.

I'll find the highway and see

if I can spot where they left it.

Don't think there's much hope though.

- [Professor] Roger, pal.

[Supercar whooshing]

The radio must have failed,

they would have called us by now.

[bright orchestral music]

- Well, Dr. Beaker. [laughs]

I think it is time we were departing.

Friend Zarin is already waiting at the truck,

and we have our, shall we say...

Interesting load on board.

- Interesting, huh?

You can say that again.

- On mature consideration, I must admit,

Masterspy, that you would appear to have won this round.

[laughs]

- Thank you, my friend, thank you!

Such a tribute.

And coming from you, I am overcome.

But certainly, we have the prize. [laughs]

[dramatic orchestral music]

[liquid bubbling]

[triumphant orchestral music]

- Still no luck, console, and the sun's well up now.

- Keep trying, Mike, keep trying!

[frantic grunting]

[Supercar whooshing]

- Yes sir, you sure fooled us!

- Oh, I think perhaps you tried to fool me!

Hoping that while I listened to your flattery,

some rescue may arrive?

[laughs]

But, that will not be.

I go now.

- There goes a charming guy.

[engine roaring]

[liquid bubbling]

[dramatic percussion music]

[liquid bubbling]

[dramatic percussion music]

[liquid bubbling]

- I think, according to my time temperature calculations,

he may be going farther than he intended--

[loud explosion]

- Hold it, Professor, there's a pillar

of smoke about 20 miles south!

Looks like something blew up!

And I'll bet I know what it is.

Hope Doc and Bill kept clear of that stuff.

I'm going down to investigate.

[sad trombone music]

[panting]

- What happened, Masterspy?

[groaning] What happened?

- How do I know what happened?

You idiot!

All I know is that those two have made fools of us again!

[sad trombone music]

And as if that were not enough,

I can hear their cursed Supercar!

[triumphant orchestral music]

- Yep, that's them, alright.

- He's found them, professor!

[excited grunting]

[screeching]

- Calling console, going in to land now.

[high-pitched whistling]

- One day, one day I will get

even with you and your cursed Supercar!

[sad trombone music]

[lively orchestral music]

- Well, everybody's in one piece.

I'm sure sorry Dr. Beaker lost his sample of fuel.

- Don't worry, Mike.

He's already working on a new one.

And here, in the laboratory where he says

Gibson's Transport can't harm it!

- Well, of all the ungrateful!

Hey Doc!

- Yes, yes, what is it?

Please don't disturb me!

I'm trying something rather critical.

[grunting] [screeching]

[loud blast]

[whooshing]

[high-pitched whistling]

[loud blast]

♪ Supercar

♪ Supercar

♪ With beauty and grace

♪ As swift as can be

♪ Watch it flying through the air ♪

♪ It travels in space

♪ Or under the sea

♪ And it can journey anywhere

♪ Supercar

♪ Supercar

♪ It travels on land

♪ Or roams the skies

♪ Through the heaven's stormy rage ♪

♪ It's Mercury-manned

♪ And everyone cries, "it's the marvel of the age!" ♪

♪ Supercar

♪ Supercar

♪ Supercar

[loud blasts]