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morning

Snoop to Hazel. Hoop to Snazel. Come in, Hoosel.

I mean, Hazel.

Hazel to Snoop. How's the gas holding out, Chief?

It ain't. We ran out of gas hours ago.

But we're traveling on blab power.

And pretty soon you're gonna run out of blab power.

Any calls, Hazel?

Just one.

The Major is back from Africa, and he wants you to make a delivery to the zoo.

Eureka! A job and a full gas tank.

And some bird seed for my parakeet. How is the little feathered beast?

The poor thing hasn't eaten for so long he's shrunk to hummingbird size.

Well, you'll get paid after this caper, Hazel.

Meanwhile, give your parakeet humming lessons.

Hit the sermon, Blab. We're gonna call in the major.

Right, Snoop.

I must say, you make delicious tea, Major.

Thank you.

I might even go so far as to say it's abominable.

Awfully decent of you, Snagglepuss.

You come in.

Major, you old scallywig.

How's things in Piccadilly Square?

Heavens to Murgatroyd. The things they leave out of cages these days.

By Jove, you're just in time for tea, Snooper. None for me, thanks.

I'm driving.

Quiet, Blant.

Never mind the tea and trumpets, Major.

What can I do for, say, $5,000?

You can deliver Old Snagglepuss to the zoo.

The old boy trapped me in the Padawambi when I wasn't looking.

Bye, Catfree. I snagged you in the Zambezi and you were looking.

Padawambi. Zambezi.

Padawambi. Zambezi.

Padawambi. And I can show you on the map. All right, Snagglepuss. Show me.

All right. I will.

suffering catfish he's right it was mbz and that's where i'm headed for

exit stage right africa here i come

snap in the name of the five thousand dollar fee there we go snoop

he's headed for the city park it ain't africa but a

tree is a tree

There's only one way to snag old Snagglepuss.

And pray, uh, mayhap, what may that be?

We'll form a safari, jungle style.

You go on ahead, Blabber, and flush him out. When you drive him past here, we'll

blast the blighter. Right, sire.

Himba, himba, goomba, goomba, himba, himba, goomba, goomba.

No, ain't that...

A kick in the head.

He's a regular gunga din.

You call?

Heavens to Murgatroyd. What a numbskull.

What's the matter with you?

Don't you know your jungle calls?

Who are you?

Who am I?

Only the king of beasts.

That's who am I.

Yikes!

Well, you needn't get so perturbed just because you didn't know, for heaven's

sakes. There he is, Major.

I'll let the blighter have it right between the eyes.

Spoilsport. Bye, Ketri.

I party the blighter right between the eyes.

Between the eyes.

He must think I'm a midget.

Stop. In a limit of law.

And what do you think you're doing?

Playing cowboys and Indians?

No, your honor. We're flushing out a loose lion.

A loose lion, is it?

Well, beat it before I loose my temper and run you in for lying.

The stories you hear nowadays.

You are kind of like a loose lion, aren't you?

Well, I'm not a loose mongoose.

And I'm not a loose lion tamer.

And I'm not a policeman.

But I'll play cops and robbers.

All right, all right.

Great white hunters.

I thought I told you to scram.

But, officer, we weren't scramming.

A fishy fabrication.

I think I'll run you in on a writ of habeas delicatessen.

And what have you got to say for yourself?

Speak up. I haven't got all day, you know.

By Deadly, this is what I have to say.

Well, he said it, and I got it.

Heavens to Murgatroyd, you can get killed playing that game.

Stop, you scoundrel, or I'll put a bullet between your eyes.

His aim hasn't improved a bit.

Quick, you'll be saved in here.

Much obliged.

Nice work, Blabber. And since you delivered the blighter to the zoo,

you'll get the $5,000.

Much obliged, my dove.

Same plan.

How much further to the gas station?

About ten miles, Snoop. Ten miles?

Well, how's about helping me out a little?

Sure, Snoop.

Boy genius astounds scientific world.

Rodney Q. Brilliant, age 9, has IQ of 460.

He split his first atom when only two. He split it on the bias.

And that ain't easy.

The world can use more boys like Rodney Q. Brilliant.

Are you harboring a little genius in your home without knowing it?

I wonder.

How's your IQ today?

Not only is my I and Q okay, but I know the rest of the alphabet.

A, B, C, D, E, F, G, H, I, J, K, R, M, N, O, P. See?

I bet his IQ is only about 300.

And I'd be less than a father if I didn't make a Rodney Q brilliant out of

my son.

First, you up your IQ by learning all about Mother Nature.

Any questions, Augie?

Well, uh...

That's one I don't know, Augie.

Uh, ask me another.

If a tree falls in a forest and nobody's around to listen, does it make a noise?

Well, uh, let me see. That's another one you don't know, isn't it, Dad?

I won't argue with you, son.

Try me again.

Okay. Would you say Mother Nature made me the world's strongest...

with only two fingers when the whole world has a hold of the other end? Huh,

Dad? How come? Huh? How come? How come? How come? This is getting intellectually

embarrassing. I won't ask any more questions if it bothers you, flustered

father. On the contrary, wise Augie. How do you expect to learn if you don't ask

questions?

This museum is just reeking with culture.

So get up, Augie boy.

And don't hesitate to ask me about anything you don't understand.

I will, dear old dad.

What's that thing over there?

That's a pre-hysterical monster, Augie boy.

It looks more like turkey leftovers.

To be more exact, it's a Tyrandero Rorius Rex.

How many bones has it got, dad?

Oh, just oodles, Augie, oodles.

How many is oodles, father of mine?

Oodles is the number of bones he's got.

What's the number of bonds he's got?

I'd be less than an intellectual father if I didn't use my mathematical prowess

to answer that one.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven,

eight.

2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009,

2010. Hey, Augie, there are 2,010 bones, give

or take a few hundred.

Gosh, that's just oodles of bones, isn't it, Dad?

Hey, what do you think you're doing up there?

Huh? Yikes, I slipped.

Augie, help.

Dad, where are you?

I think I'm in between the sacroiliac and the fort for the... Stop, or I'll

call the cops.

If there's one thing I can't stand, it's a guard who won't let you count bones.

Come on, I'll be.

Now I suppose I'll have to sweep up this mess.

Stop acting your age and come here.

What's next on the IQ agenda, father who knows best?

You're going to split an atom, Augie, on Tobias.

Dad, is that an atom?

Nope, that's a walnut, but it'll make good practice.

Now remember, you've got to split it scientifically.

I'll do the best I can, dear old dad.

No, Augie, anybody can do that.

You've got to be more high IQ about it. Okay, Dad. I'll try.

The hypotenuse of the triangle should make it work fine.

A genius at weight with all kinds of dis-a and dat-a.

13, 14, 15, 16 steps.

North by northeast.

According to my calculations, this is the exact spot.

My boy's acting more high IQ every minute.

I wonder what he's figured out.

This boulder equals 10,000 baseballs. And if a real tall pitcher were to throw

that boulder just right, hmm.

With the wind velocity up to calculations, I guess I'm ready to drop

this boulder.

loves his death and i'm glad he don't need a iiq for that

Police break up Bad Guy Ring.

Eastern gang leader Norton South escapes.

And though the largest organized gang in the East was forever broken up, the

brains behind the mob eluded the police and is even now heading west.

Oh, Mr. South.

Yes?

Now that the Bad Guy Ring is broken up, what are your plans for the future?

I'll organize the biggest Bad Guy Ring the West has ever known.

True to his word, Norton South lost no time.

To his secret hideout came some of the worst bandits in the West to join his

gang.

Grumbleweed, you robbed the train.

Right, boss.

Cactus Charlie, you robbed the stagecoach.

Right, boss.

Bad Water Bill, you robbed the bank.

Right, boss.

And Cheyenne Shorty, you swiped the ranch payroll.

As you wish, sir.

Soon after, the bandits return with their loot.

Boys, I've got a dandy idea.

What say we do the whole thing over again?

Right, boss!

Oh, goody, sir.

Soon the headlines were shouting the bad news.

X-tree, X-tree, crime wave hits the west.

Sheriff up a tree.

Weatherman... predicts rain.

Sheriff gets umbrella, goes back up tree.

And the citizens were in a quandary.

My question is, how do we get out of this quandary?

And my question is, what's a quandary?

Who will get rid of Norton South, the eastern gang leader from our farewell

rest? By thunder, this looks like a job for who?

The writer of wrongs.

I know, the champion of justice.

Our hero of heroes, none other than... El Kabong!

Hooray! And El Kabong, the writer of wrongs, the champion of justice, the

hero of heroes, came to clean up the fair Wild West.

Stick him up, train.

up, stagecoach.

Kaboom!

Ole!

Stick him up, banker.

Kaboom!

Ole!

Stick him up, please.

Smoke, if you wish.

Kaboom!

Ole!

The kabooms are thick as flies around here.

I was kabonged by El Kabong.

I had the gold in my hand when kabonged. El Kabong kabonged me with his kabonger.

I don't feel so good, sir.

Who is this El Kabong? Pardon me, sir. That is a good question, I think.

And who are you to come fitting around here?

Me? Oh, I have a message from El Kabong.

A message from El Kabong? For me?

Si, senor.

Dear Eastern-type gangster, if you're not out of town by sundown, I'm coming

after you. And don't you forget it.

Signed, El Cabong.

P.S. Only my faithful companion, Baba Louie, the bearer of this letter, knows

who I really are.

Yikes! El Cabong has just put my foot in hot water, I think.

So you know who El Cabong is, eh?

All right.

Cut that out!

Then tell me who El Cabong is!

Even if I told you, you wouldn't believe it. You'd better tell me by the time I

count to two.

I would count to three, only I never finished high school.

One, two... Hold it! I'll tell.

He's standing outside that window.

He is?

Okay, don't move.

I'll take a peek at him.

Huh?

I love my yo-yo.

Really, Boutipi.

You mean that?

El Cabon?

Si, senor. The hero of heroes.

Oh.

Really?

The one standing outside?

Uh-huh. That's El Cabon.

Oh, no.

It is funny when you stop to think of it.

You're not kidding me now, are you?

What's so hilarious, Baba Boy?

Oh, it couldn't be.

Come on, wise guy. Who is El Caban?

I told you you wouldn't believe me.

Don't worry, Baba Louie. El Caban will save you.

Hurry, quick straw.

He can only count to two.

Holy...

That smarts.

All right, Kabong.

Let's have a showdown.

There's not enough room in the West for both of us, North and South.

Holy!

By the way, Kabong, I got your letter.

I must say your grammar is atrocious.

It are?

Sure.

See? On the second line, you split an infinitive.

Say, you're pretty smart.

I'm smarter than El Cabal. Oh, yes?

What makes you think so?

This.

So long.

Just then, maybe you wish to open a small branch office, Quickstraw.

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