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f~ Yipee yi-o ki-a f

~ Galloping all the way f

JS Here comes Quick Draw McGraw Sf

[announcer] Kellogg's, the best to you each morning,

from Kellogg's.

f~ Yipee yi-o ki-a f

~ Galloping all the way f

~ Great big star on his chest f

£ Outdraws all of the rest f

~ Fastest gun in the west f

f~ Yipee yi-o ki-a f

£ Riding around your way f

JS Here comes Quick Draw McGraw Sf

f The high-falutin'est f

S Fastest shootin'est

~ Cowboy you ever saw f

J That's Quick Draw McGraw Sf

[announcer] Brought to you by Kellogg's...

[opening theme music]

[announcer] Of all the colorful characters of the Old West,

the most romantic of all

was that most intrepid of pioneers,

the frontier scout.

[reading]

...and later the iron horse.

Greatest of all these unsung heroes

was one Quick Draw McGraw.

It was Quick Draw himself who blazed the trail

for the first railroad.

Oh boy!

That old abandoned fort

will make a peachy spot for the railroad de-pot,

er, depot.

But, Queeks Draw, amigo, I think...

But over yonder, there's a dandy corner

for a magazine and souvenir stand.

But, Senor Queeks Draw, that spot is in Indian country,

and I don't think Big Chief Littlke Runt gonna like it.

1 don't think.

Remember, sonny,

I'll do the thin'in' around here, sally.

And don't you forget to remember it.

The morning mail just arrived.

Looks like a letter from Big Chief Little Runt.

Hmm, says here...

[reading]

What you gonna do now, Queeks Draw?

I'll send him a hot reply.

"Dear Big Chief Little Runt, or else what?"

Maybe so we better do like Litthe Runt says. Yes? No?

Indians don't scare me none, son.

I'll just shoot him back this message.

And wait for his... Ow! Reply.

At least Little Runt answers his mail.

What it says the letter, Queeks Draw?

It says here...

[reading]

Head for the fort, sport!

Scram off our Indian land, pale face,

or I'll give you such a smash!

Like I said,

the railroad station's gonna be built right here.

And the souvenir stand over there.

And the snack bar over there.

Boy, oh boy, are you gonna get it

for being such a old stubborn!

Ready, fellas? Charge!

Wait till old horseface hears my blood-curdling yowl.

He'll flip!

Yip, yip, yip, yip, yip, yip, yow, yow, yow, yow!

Yip, yip, yip, yip, yip, yip, yow, yow, yow!

Yip, yip, yow, yip, yip, yip, yip, yow, yow, yow!

Okay, men, retreat!

Ooh, you crazy! [screams]

Hey, horseface, let's have a powwow.

The chief wants to smoke the peace pipe, Baba.

1 don't know, Queeks Draw.

l think he wants to make little pieces out of you.

I'll do the thin'in' around here, Baba Boy.

And I thin’ I'll pow the wow with the chief.

Now let's smoke the peace pipe.

-Do I have to? -Of course. You first.

Gee willikers, chief.

What kind of tobacco do you smoke?

Now you're gonna get such a hot foot for being such a climber.

That was my last match!

Ah, let me get you a light, chief.

Okay, but come right back,

or I'll give you such a pinch!

Stick around, chief.

Ooh, that's crazy!

Ooh, he's gonna get it!

Ooh, he's such a smarty. I'll show him.

I'll give him such a surprise!

Hey, Queeks Draw, what is this coming?

It's either a little runt or a big gopher,

and he's heading for the front gate.

Welcome, little Little Runt.

-Yeah, too bad you got to go. -Adios, amigo.

[Little Runt] Let me out of here, pale face,

or I'll give you such a smash!

Queeks Draw, Little Runt's coming back.

He got the whites flag for giving up.

I'll see what the chief wants.

Give up, shorty pants?

The white flag don't count!

l had my fingers crossed!

Ooh, I'm such a sneak.

Hands up, pale face!

[chuckles] Kinda sneaky myself.

Ooh, ! hate him.

Open the fort's door, I'll come on in!

Open up, Baba Boy!

Hurry! Oops.

Open... Oops. ...the door! Yaow!

Good work, Queeks Draw.

You pushed the fort off the Indian territory.

1 did? I mean, I did!

Like I said, this barn'll make a peachy keen railroad station,

and there's a su-u-uper spot

for the souvenir stand over there, and...

And so, thanks to frontiers scout Quick Draw McGraw,

a peace treaty was signed,

and Chief Little Runt was given

all the railroad station concessions

to sell Indian blankets, postcards,

and stuff to the tourists.

That's a mighty good likeness of me, eh, Baba Looey?

l think so, amigo, especially in the back.

Concerned Big Chief Little Runt.

Wonder whatever happened to the little screwball.

Yike!

I'm still such a sneak!

[closing theme music]

[opening theme music]

Professor, can you tell us about your new formula?

Yeah, what's it about?

Can you give us a demonstration, professor?

Certainly, gentlemen.

It's very simple,

if you're a genius, like me.

He-he.

Now, here I have liquid A,

and here I have liquid B,

they're a compound of a lot of scientific jazz.

Now nothing happened until 1 mix the two.

First liquid A, then liquid B.

Next, shake well,

and now from the A and B,

1 get the magic formula No Can C.

One swallow of No Can C, and you become invisible.

Invisible?

Are you kidding, professor?

There is one great danger, gentlemen.

If formula No Can C falls into the hands of some villainous,

unscrupulous criminal, it would be disastrous.

It just so happens that l am a villainous,

unscrupulous criminal, nya-ha-ha-ha!

P.S., lam also a low down snake.

Nya-ha-ha-ha-ha!

[reporter] How about a picture of you

and the formula, professor?

Why, certainly.

Heavens! Where's the No Can C?

l no can see No Can C!

The formula's gone!

Obviously stolen by some villainous,

unscrupulous criminal!

Oh, Mr. Snooper, you've got to get my No Can C back.

Oh, dear me.

Oh, dear you.

Oh, dear everybody.

Have no regrets, profess.

It's my civical duty to get back that No Can C,

and arrest the culprit.

And he will, too!

Super Snooper's my hero!

! admire him, and I hope to follow in his footsteps,

and be a Super Snooper too!

We must face it, the kid's got taste!

And what, pray tell was that?

Somebody's robbing the First National Bank, Snoop!

Nya-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!

Nya-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!

Gentlemen, there goes the culprit

that stole my No Can C!

Hurry that culprit!

I'm with you, Snoop!

Nya-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!

Stop, in the name of the Private Eye Night School!

Sure, glad to oblige!

You know, Snoop, ! think our motor's missing.

Keep that up, Blab, and you'll be missing.

Nya-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!

Greetings, officer!

It must be that rich food I've been eating for lunch!

Pardon the intrusion, officer,

but have to by perchance cast your peepers

on a suspicious looking character?

Why, no, maybe yes, and maybe no.

What does he look like?

You'd know him if you saw him, sarge.

‘Cause you can't see him.

Let's go, Blab!

I'm not well at all, I'm not.

I'm not well at all.

Might as well pick up some jewelry.

It's on my way! Nya-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!

All right, you villainous, invisible criminal!

Let me have it!

With pleasure!

Don't worry, Snoop! I'll close in on him.

1 got him, Snoop, 1 got him, I think by the leg!

Do I get a promotion, Snoop?

I'll see that you get ahead, with a lump on it!

Look out, Blab!

What do we do now, Snoop?

It's quite elementerary, we fight fire with fire

by borrowing a little No Can C formula from the professor.

What are we doing at the Second National Bank, Snoop?

We're here to outwit the culprit.

How, Snoop?

The phantom robbed the First National Bank, right?

Right?

Hence, he must strike here,

at the Second National Bank.

It's simple, uh, mathematicacal arithmetic!

We must go inside

and set the trap in the parlor for the fly!

Right spider! [chuckles]

Step number one: to catch a fly, you use honey.

In this case, we use money for bait.

Step number two: when the culprit enters the vault,

you slam the door, and we got him!

d-did you s-s-s-say me,

D-d- S-S-S-Snoop?

Have no fear, Blab, one slug of this No Can C,

and you'll be invisible too.

Okay, Blab, open your mouth and close your eyes.

Gee, Snoop, do ! have to?

Quiet, Blab!

l think ! hear the phantom!

Remember, when he's inside the vault, slam the door!

Nya-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!

Money, nice, fresh money!

Nya-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!

And a seventeen, and a eighteen, and a nineteen.

And a twenty years in the pokey for you, Mr. Criminal !

Good work, Blab, wherever you are.

Are you telling me, professor,

that there ain't no formula to make me partner here visible?

No, but I'm working on it.

It should be ready in about ten years.

[Blab] What'll 1 do now, Snoop?

Here, uh, blow on this whistle, Blab,

so I'll know where you are.

What a mess.

Now I got an assistant,

but no visible means of support.

Leave us go, Blab.

[whistling]

[closing theme music]

[opening theme music]

< Dum-dum-dum dum dum dum-dum

S Dee-dee-dee-dee, dum dee dum dum dum f

~£ Dum, duh-duh-dum-dum

Well, good-bye, forever, dear Dad,

who's been more than a mother to me.

Good-bye, son.

Huh? Augie?

Yes, pops of the pops?

Forever is a long time, Augie boy.

Where are you goin' forever?

I'm runnin’ away to the circus forever, Dad.

Whom I shall never forget.

Luckily, I just happened to be reading this book here

on child psychology.

Well, let's see what it says here.

Hmm.

Boy cheatin’ at marbles.

Boy beatin' up on kid brother.

Ah, here it is.

Boy runnin’ away to the circus forever.

[reading]

Hmm. And why not?

-Augie? -Make it fast, dear Dad.

The big top is waiting.

! was just about to join a circus myself.

So why can't we team up?

Like the flyin' cacciatores

and the leaping lasagnas,

and all them other circus families.

You're the bestest Daddy in the whole world.

-Let's go. -Not so fast there, son.

We got to work up an act.

Look what I can do.

l can walk on my ears.

1 could walk on my ears.

That's very good for a starter.

But we're gonna need something real big.

Like what, dad of dads? Like what?

Well, like a, uh, a high-wire act, for instance.

Let's go, Dad.

Let's do it. Huh, Dad? Let's do it.

Okay, okay, Augie.

You gotta sure hand it to them psychological book there.

Yes, sir.

Presenting the great Daddy-o.

Fearless wire walker and also very brave!

Alley-whoops!

1 guess this pole is too heavy.

So, I'll toss it away.

Wowee!

What an act!

Now what do we do, Dad?

It's simple.

You jump on the end

of this teeterboard down there.

And I do three somersaults and land in the chair

up there.

One pop in an easy chair coming up!

Alley-oop!

Alley-oop, son of mine.

One, two, three!

[crash]

What do you call this trick, dear Dad?

This is called the slide for life.

Gosh, Dad.

This should be a great family act.

If there's any family left after we do it.

Once again, alley-oop, son!

Alley-oop, daredevil Dad!

It's a great act, Dad.

But how do you expect to take a bow?

Huh, Dad, how? Huh?

! think this clown bit should be easier

on both of us, Augie, my son.

Well, how does this one work, Dad?

Well, like this.

You see, you duck down

and, uh, holler "firecracker."

Yeah, Dad?

Then, when I light it, you pop up

and shoot me with this water pistol.

Oh, I like this one, Daddy clown, dear.

! thought you would, clown son of mine.

In you go.

In I go.

Oh, look there at the large firecracker. Ha-ha.

I'll light it, and it'll make a large ka-boom.

Surprise!

And what have we got here?

Instead of a large kaboom?

Ha-ha-ha. We got a little squirt.

He-he-he.

And here's a big squirt for you.

l think we all knew that was gonna happen.

Here I come, acrobatic Dad!

Remember, son, as we pass,

we exchange trapezes!

Right, Papa Dad!

Alley...

Are you ready, Dad?

As ready as I'll ever be, circus-lovin' son!

[Augie] This is it, Dad!

The big finale!

Ladies and gentlemen, big Dad

will dive from that high platform

100 feet into the trampoline.

Then poor... Uh, dear Dad will bounce into that cannon,

from which he will be shot

into that net you see way over there.

And there he goes!

Alley-oop!

Gosh!

My very favorite Dad must be on the moon.

! don't see him.

[Daddy] Augie.

Augie boy.

Dad.

You're not on the moon.

How's about continuin' the circus bit tomorrow?

I'm pooped.

But Dad, I'm all through with the circus.

-l got another interest now. -It worked.

Just like them psychological book said.

And what has caught your interest now?

I've decided to raise crocodiles in the bathtub.

If they're trying to raise a boy,

! think ! would welcome crocodiles.

[closing theme music]

f~ Yipee yi-o ki-a f

~ Galloping all the way f

~ There goes Quick Draw McGraw f

[announcer] Kellogg's, your best choice in cereals...

...has brought you...

f~ Yipee yi-o ki-a f

~ Galloping all the way f

~ Great big star on his chest f

£ Outdraws all of the rest f

~ Fastest gun in the west f

f~ Yipee yi-o ki-a f

~ Galloping all the way f

~ There goes Quick Draw McGraw f

f The high-falutin'est f

S Fastest shootin'est

~ Cowboy you ever saw f

Hey, Baba Looey! Are you all right?

S'awright.