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And now, here they are, the most daredevil group of daffy drivers to ever

whirl their wheels in the wacky races, competing for the title of the world's

wackiest racer. The cars are approaching the starting line. First is the turbo

terrific driven by Peter Perfect.

Next, Rufus Roughcut and Sawtooth in the Buzzwagon.

Maneuvering for position is the Army Surplus Special. Right behind is the Ant

Hill Mob in their bulletproof bombs.

And there's Ingenious Inventor.

Hat pending in his converter car.

Oh, and here's the lovely Penelope Kidstop, the glamour gal of the gas

pedal. Next, we have the Bowler Mobile with the Slag Brothers, Rock and Gravel.

Lurching along is the Creepy Coop with the Gruesome Susum. And right on their

tail is the Red Max.

And there's the Arkansas Chugabug with Luke and Blubber Bear.

Sneaking along last is that mean machine with those double-dealing dewbatters,

Dick Dastardly and his sidekick, Muttley. And even now, they're up to

some dirty trick.

And they're off to a standing start. And why not? They've been chained to a post

by Shifty Dick Dasterly, who shifts into the wrong gear.

And away they go on the way out wacky races.

Today's wacky race runs from Sappy Soda Springs to Squishy Squash City. And the

wacky racers are now cruising across Crock Creek Causeway.

Because the creek is full of crocs. Uh, crocodiles, that is.

Stop. No, no, farther.

Why? Is the swamp dangerous?

Yes, but you may proceed at your own risk.

Ten cents, please.

Our cheating way is cheaper and faster.

Son of a... Curses!

Drat! Fooey on my luck! And... Back

to the wacky

razors.

Rubus rough-cutting number ten flips in the second place.

The ant hill mob refuses to pay a dime.

And get their fare cut in half.

In fifth position, it's Peter Perfect.

Give us a hand, will you, buddy?

A hand?

Of course.

Here we go.

Hang on.

Good luck, Daphne. May the best man triumph.

after he moves ahead.

And right into... First place!

Uh-oh, here they come.

Start the engines, Muckley.

No, no, no, John Bell. Put her into reverse.

Meanwhile, the creepycoop follows the straight and narrow path across Yawkey

Lagoon. The bug wagon is rolling into seventh place, with the anthill mobs

strong-arming their way into the eighth spot.

Rats! It's those wacky rapists who forced me to be a bad guy.

Just look at what they're making me do. Use this squadron of remote-controlled

mechanical mosquitoes.

I don't want to do it.

Honestly.

But... Go get him, you mindless meanies!

And the Chugabug runs out of steam.

Watch it, Red Max!

Those mosquitoes are on your tail!

Number four is shot down.

Hold it. Chief, where'd you get it fixed?

At a retail store.

You get it?

Retail.

The Gravel Brothers have their own insect repellent.

Well, I'll be dangled.

Mosquitoes are coming. I'll use fly swatter power.

Keep running, McGee. We're still in first place.

At

the

halfway mark, it's anybody's race, with Dick Dastardly still out front by half

the length of an alligator's tail.

Danger.

Alligator country.

Faster,

Blubber! Faster!

This outfit would even fool a real alligator.

Go back. I am an alligator.

I do declare.

And strong.

Especially strong.

I can smell that.

Phew.

One little old spritz of Irresistible will fix that.

Fear not, Miss Penelope.

I'll take care of that swamp creature.

And fight like an alligator.

My, you're heroic.

Not only that, but champion alligator wrestler of Alaska.

Peter, you're a regular guy.

I must be regular. I'm certainly not Ethel.

Dredge.

Dredge.

and all the wanky rangers are out ahead of Dirty Dick dastardly.

We're cooked, but they finished.

Unless we can find a shortcut.

A girl alligator.

It's the perfume she finds me irresistible.

In people talk.

That means I know a shortcut, Cutie. Follow me.

Let's go.

Back to the Wacky Racers as they approach the bottomless bog.

How will they get across?

Red Max wings it, towing the anthill surface.

And the surplus thick is going to use firepower.

We made it, Sarge.

Hey, knucklehead, wait for me!

Thanks a lot.

And the double zero sneaks into first place.

Thanks to his misguided guide.

Hot ziggity! We're going to win!

There's the finish line.

Okay, Lady Gator, get lost!

We don't need you anymore!

Full speed ahead!

Which means, come back here, Judy.

Dick Dastardly's passing everybody.

They're on the way.

the finish line.

Hear the swamp folks cheer.

Penelope Pitstop turns on a great burst of speed.

Just making up for lost time, sugar.

But not enough to catch the chuggabug.

Rufus Rucka is chopping the distance in half and goes into the lead.

Guess it's time to go fishing.

He's putting on extra power by reeling himself in.

He winds his way past Rufus Roughcutt.

And the Arkansas Tug of War comes in first.

Rufus Roughcutt is second.

And the compact pussycat third.

But where's Dick Dastardly?

Where can he be?

Look, Miss Gator, maybe to you I am irresistible, but believe me, this will

never work.

Oh,

I was afraid you'd say that.