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Fear you not, Mr. Fender. You won't forfeit that hundred grand thousand

because I will drive your car in the race.

For a nominal fee of money, of course.

That's what makes a good private eye. Ready for anything.

We'll partake for the racetrack right away, Mr. Fender.

Oh, Blab. Yes, Snoop?

Rinse out a few wrenches and things. We're driving the Fender Special against

crash smithereens.

Crash Smithereens?

The terror of the racetrack? Yeah, Blab.

So long, Snoop. Don't take any wooden traffic tickets.

Hold on, Blab.

Leave us not turn chicken like Mr. Fender's driver did.

Besides, think of the $10,000 fee.

You're heroic like anything, Snoop.

Racing a villainous driver like Crash Smithereens for only money.

Here we are, folks, at the start of the cross-country two-car race.

And I'm sorry to say, if Mr. Denton Fender's driver doesn't show up soon,

he'll have to forfeit the $100,000.

Time's up, Fender.

Hand over that $100,000. I was an idiot to depend on that snoop.

Here.

Unhand that filthy loker. The race goes on, you spoiled...

Looks like the race will go on after all.

Fender's got himself a driver.

This is a driver.

My money and I are glad to see you, Snoop.

I'm glad you bought Phil that way, because I'll win this race or... Have

you, uh, met that sneaky snake, Crouch

Smithereens? You look like a good sport, Snoop.

Let's shake on it.

I extend me hand in true sportsmanlike ship. May the best man emerge victory

-orious.

If there's anything I can't stand, it's a snake that's sneaky.

The drivers are ready, and the big cross-country race is about to start.

On your mark, get set... I'm scared, Snoop.

The race is in the bag.

And here it is.

Stupid.

Where'd the tunnel come from, Blab? Go!

Look out!

Like I said, this is a driver.

Looks like it's gonna be a...

Marines, there's only going to be one winner.

I'm... I'm telling him, Snoop.

I think I'll smoke that would-be hero out.

A little small call will put anybody out of business.

Your motor.

Thank you.

Now I toss the horseshoe over my left shoulder for good luck.

And I'm off to the races.

Ladies and gentlemen, I can see only one car approaching the finish

line. Yes, it's Crash Smithereens.

I always win because I cheat.

Not this time, you scum.

What's this?

Super Snooper appeared from nowhere and just passed Crash Smithereens.

Hoggie? Hoggie boy?

What's cooking in there?

Nothing yet, but any minute maybe, dear old dad.

I think I'm on the verge of a keen scientific discovery.

Like a for instance?

I don't know, but I'll soon find out.

Buy any red-blooded boy a chemistry set, and it keeps his corpuscles quiet for

hours.

I got something, Dad.

And then again, maybe I haven't. When you have problems, bring them to your

dad. That's what we're here for.

Good. Now take a sip of this.

Anything to further the progress of us grown-ups.

Say, that's very good, Augie.

But I think it needs a little more salt.

Pardon me.

Dad. What is it, my son?

My formula works.

That's nice, son. Go make some more.

Okay, Dad.

If you say so.

You know, I feel kind of lightheaded.

I wonder if it's that stuff Augie gave me.

Hmm. That ceiling looks mighty low.

Augie? Yes, Dad?

What am I doing up here?

And you better make it good.

Oh, it's my formula, Dad.

You are now lighter than air.

Which means what, Augie boy?

That from now on I converse with the ceiling?

Well, I guess so.

Lighter than air, Dad.

Until I find a way to get you down.

Well, Augie, I'm not waiting.

I'm heading for good old terracotta.

Augie, who put out the lights?

I'll get you out in a jiffy. Coming down.

Bombs away.

I got it off, Dad.

Thanks. Thanks loads.

Dad? Yes, my scientific son?

If you can duck into this piano, I'll slam the lid.

Good thinking, offspring.

Good thinking.

Here it goes.

Augie? Yes, Dad?

Let's think of something else.

Uh, I'll use the vacuum cleaner to get you down.

It's in the bag.

You know, I like your sense of humor, son, but please not now.

Get me out of here, Augie. Do something.

I'll turn the machine off in the bag, Dad.

I wonder if this science stuff is worth it.

Uh-oh.

Have faith, Dad.

I'll bring you down.

Next time, I'll buy him a set of dominoes.

Uh-oh.

I'd better head for terra fermia.

Yes, son.

Oh, there you are.

Right. Rest in between channel 14 and 15.

Don't worry, Dad.

I think we'll have it licked with these flat irons.

Augie, this is your best formula yet. These irons will help you float down.

If it's all the same to you, Augie, my boy, I'll walk down.

I feel kind of space happy.

Augie! Yes, Captain Rocket?

One side.

I'm taking a shortcut down.

Alley-oops!

This is doing it the easy way.

Dad,

what happened?

Nothing serious, Augie. I'm just back in circulation.

Oops! I see a space station for wounded spaceships. So I'll head for it.

Now I can drop bank.

Mailman.

That did it.

I've heard of airmail, but this is ridiculous.

I might as well relax and enjoy it.

Hockey will think of something.

Too bad I ain't going anyplace.

I'd save lots of plane fare.

This beats flapping the wings anytime, right, Bertie? Right.

What won't they think of next?

Sorry, fellas.

You'll have to get off.

I haven't got my pilot's license yet.

I guess you could say that I'm for the birds.

Oops.

Excuse me, duck.

When ducks start flying...

I start walking.

Never

thought I'd be

flying at half mast.

Hang on, Dad.

And as soon as I get you home, Dad... Yes?

I'll start working on a formula.

To keep you down.

I'll be glad to help in any little way.

Oh, Woggy. Yes, Dad?

How you coming?

It'll be a little wild yet, I think.

Take your time, son.

After all, how many fathers can fly like a kite?

In the town of El Pueblo, so the story is told, the people were built by a

villain bold.

Hand over the money.

Then a champion arrived to right the wrong.

He was known far and wide as El Cabong.

It's El Cabong.

You were expecting maybe Huckleberry.

For a while the people prospered as they worked in the mine.

Here's the tin I owe you. Here's the tin I owe you.

In Pueblo the sun never failed to shine.

He's going to be another scorcher today.

Then fickle fate inflicted a fiendish fiasco in the form of the tyrant, the

terrible Tabasco.

Oh, you brute, you monster, you thing, in that order.

She is mad about me, but no difference.

If tomorrow you do not have 10,000 pastados, you will have to marry me.

Oh, you villain.

Haven't you done enough harm to this town?

No. There must be something else I can steal.

Oh, if El Cabong was here.

El Cabong?

If he was here, I would slice him to itty-bitty pieces.

I think I'll scream for help.

Help! Help!

El Capone!

Oh, I haven't slept for 20 days. I sure look an awful sight.

But it doesn't bother me a bit.

Because I always sleep at night.

Help! Help!

El Capone!

I think you are being paid, Quistro.

Sounds like a scenerita in dire... distress.

El Cabong strikes again.

Notice how neatly that works into the title of the picture?

Pardon me, Baba, while I change into my dashing El Cabong outfit.

El Cabong is ready.

I think you're cabonging up the wrong tree.

Whoops. Be right back.

Quick, straw.

El Tabasco is making his getaway.

Oh, Manuel, before he kabongs me again with the kabonger.

octopus.

Oh, that's smart.

Oh, I must have 10,000 prestados by sundown, or I will have to be the

beautiful bride of the terrible Tabasco. Well, all I have is a buck 35 and half a

green stamp.

Where am I?

The terrible...

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