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[instrumental music]

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, uh, 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.

We must not turn chicken like Mr. Fender's driver did.

Besides, think of the ten-thousand-dollar fee.

You're heroic like anything, Snoop.

Racing a villainous driver like Crash Smithereens

for only money!

[announcer] 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 one hundred thousand dollars.

Time's up, Fender. Hand over that hundred thousand.

l was an idiot to depend on that Snoop. Here.

Unhand that filthy lucre!

The race goes on, you foiled villain!

[announcer] What's this?

It looks like the race will go on after all!

Fender's got himself a driver!

This ts a driver?

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

I'm glad you both feel that way,

‘cause I'll win this race, sir.

-[bang] -[screams in pain]

Have you met that sneaky snake, Crash Smithereens?

You look like a good sport, Snoop.

Let's shake on it.

! extend me hand in true sportsman-like-ship.

May the best man emerge victori-orious.

-[crunch] -[scrams in pain]

[Smithereens laughs]

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

[announcer] The drivers are ready,

and the big cross-country race is about to start.

[man] On your mark... Get set...

I'm scared, Snoop.

Don't be. The race is in the bag.

And here it is, stupid!

Where did tunnel come from, Blab?

-[man] Go! -[gunshot]

-Let's go, Snoop. -[tires screech]

[Blabber] Snoop, look out!

-[crash] -[announcer] Like / said,

this is a driver?

Looks like it's gonna be a one-car race after all.

[laughs]

You're wrong again, Smithereens.

There's only gonna be one winner... I'm.

That's telling them, Snoop.

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

A little smoke fog will put anybody out of business.

Hey, Snoop!

Looks like some more of Crash Smithereens' dirty work!

-Give it the fan, Blab Boy! -Right, Chief.

[Smithereens] Hey!

[coughs]

I'll hook that stupid Snooper right out of the race. [laughs]

And I got him! One cod fish on the line.

Gosh, Snoop, ! didn't know you were a trick driver!

It news to me too, Blab.

And a one... and a two... and a three!

[thud]

You must have hit a big bump, Snoop.

Yeah. ! wonder whatever happened to Crash Smithereens.

Shush me, Snoop.

[toing]

Look, Snoop! Crash! He's back in the race!

So what? We're front in the race.

[laughs] Even though this ain't a Western,

I'll take the short cut and head ‘em off at the pass.

[Smithereens laughs]

Look, Blab! Crash took the short cut

and headed us off at the pass.

Why, that's cheatin’, Snoop. This ain't a Western.

He's headed for the drawbridge.

I'll raise the bridge,

and they'll go for a nice long ride straight down!

[laughs]

[crash]

What's that up ahead, Snoop?

Looks like the finish line, Blab.

[Smithereens] But ! ain't finished yet, gentlemen.

Can that be Crash Smithereens?

Well, it ain't Huckleberry Hound.

Would you mind passing me your motor?

Thank you.

Now I toss the horseshoe over my left shoulder

for good luck.

And I'm off to the races! [laughs]

[announcer] Ladies and gentlemen,

! can see only one car

approaching the finish line.

Yes, it's Crash Smithereens.

! always win, because I cheat.

Not this time, you scurvy knave!

[announcer] What's this?

Super Snooper appeared from nowhere

and just passed Crash Smithereens.

And he's over the finish line.

Super Snooper is the winner of the race!

Okay, you snoop. l give up.

How did you ever do it without a motor?

Elementa-rory, my dear villain.

! did it with mouse power.

Strictly mouse power!

Hey, Snoop! Can ! stop now? think I'm running out of gas!

[bubbling]

[sniffs]

Augie?

Augie boy.

What's cookin’ in there?

[Augie] Nothing yet, but any minute maybe,

dear old dad.

[bubbling]

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

Like a for instance?

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

[laughs]

Buy any red-blooded boy a chemistry set

and it keeps his corpuscles quiet for hours.

[laughs]

1 got somethin’, dad!

And then again maybe I haven't.

When you have problems, bring 'em 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.

[gulping]

Say, that's very good, Augie, but I think it needs

a little more salt.

[hiccupping] 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, ! feel kinda light-headed.

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

Mm, that ceiling looks mighty low.

-Augie? -Yes, dad?

What am ! doin’ 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 ! converse with the ceiling?

Well, ] guess so, lighter than air dad.

Until 1 find a way to get you down.

Well, Augie, I'm not waitin’.

I'm headin’ for good old terra cotta.

[crash]

Augie, who put out the lights?

[Augie] Come back down, dear old dad.

I'll get you out in a jiffy.

Comin' down.

Bombs away.

[crash]

-! 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 thinkin’, offspring. Good thinkin’.

It goes.

[thud]

That'll hold ya, dad.

Bye, dad.

Bye, son.

[creaking]

[thud]

-Augie? -Yes, dad.

Let's think of somethin’ else.

Uh, I'll use a vacuum cleaner

to get you down.

-It's in the bag. -[both chuckle]

You know, I like your sense of humor, son.

-But please, not now. -[switch clicks]

Get me outta here, Augie. Do somethin’.

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

! wonder if this science stuff is worth it.

[Doggie Daddy] Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Uh-oh.

[thud]

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 firmia.

-Dad? -Yes, son?

Oh, there you are.

Right. Restin' between channel 14 and 15.

[Augie] Don't worry, dad.

! 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.

[Doggie Daddy chuckles]

1 feel Kinda space happy.

-Augie? -Yes, Captain Rocket?

One side, I'm takin’ a shortcut down.

Alley oops.

This is doin’ it the easy way.

[crash]

Dad? What happened?

Nothin’ serious, Augie.

I'm just back in circulation.

Oops, I see a space station for wounded spaceships.

So I'll head for it.

Ah, now I can stop thinkin’.

Mailman.

That did it.

I've heard of air mail, but this is ridiculous.

I might as well relax and enjoy it.

Augie will think of somethin’.

Too bad I ain't goin’ any place. [chuckles]

I'd save lots of plane fare.

This beats flappin' the wings anytime, right, birdie?

Right, what won't they think of next?

Sorry, fellas, you'll have to get off.

[chuckles] I haven't got my pilot's license yet.

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

Quack!

Oops, excuse me, duck.

When dogs start flyin’ ! start walkin’.

What ho, flag pole dead ahead.

Never thought I'd be flyin’ at half mast.

Hang on, dad.

And as soon as 1 get you home, dad.

Yes?

I'll start workin' on a formula to keep you down.

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

-Oh, Augie? -Yes, dad?

How ya comin'?

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

Take your time, son.

After all... [chuckles] how many fathers

can fly like a kite?

[upbeat music]

[narrator] In the town of EI Pueblo, so the story is told

the people were bilked by a villain bold.

Hand over the money.

Then a champion arrived to right the wrong.

He was known far and wide as El Kabong.

Howdy!

Ole!

[thud]

It's El Kabong!

You were expecting maybe Huckleberry H-o-und?

Kabong!

[thunk]

[narrator] For a while, the people prospered

as they worked in the mine.

-Here is the 10 I owe you. -Here is the 10 I owe you.

[narrator] /n Pueblo, the sun never failed to shine.

It'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.

[laughs]

She is mad about me, but no difference.

If tomorrow, you do not have 10,000 pestardos

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.

Ah, if El Kabong was here!

El Kabong? Ha ha ha.

If he was here, ! would slice him

to itty-bitty pieces.

I think I'll scream for help.

Help! Help! El Kabong!

£ Ohhhh, I haven't slept for 20 days J

~ / should look an awful sight I

S But it doesn't bother me a bit f

f 'Cause I! always sleep at night f

[female 1] Help! Help! El Kabong!

l thin’ you're being paged, Queeks Draw.

Sounds like a senorita in dire distress.

El Kabong strikes again!

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

Pardon me, Baba,

while I change into my dashing El Kabong outfit.

El Kabong is ready!

! thin' you're kabongin' up the wrong tree.

Oops! Be right back.

Ta-da!

[female 1] Help! Help!

Ho-o-ld on there! El Kabong strikes again!

Ole!

It's him!

l repeat, ole!

[thud]

I knew you would come, El Kabong.

What kept you, you big show off!

Well, ! had to tune my kabonger.

Kabonger? Uh, what's a kabonger?

[Quick Draw] This. Kab-o-ong!

[thunk]

Why, you are dangerous.

Queeks Draw, El Tabasco is making his get away.

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

-Kabong! -Oh, no.

[thunk]

Ole!

[thud]

Look out for the sword, Queeks Draw!

Ha! Hoo hoo! He he!

Ho ho! He he!

Hoo hoo! He he!

Hoo hoo! He! Ho hoo!

Hoo! He!

1 must be dueling an octopus.

Yeow!

Oooh. That's smarts.

Oh, El Kabong, ! must have 10,000 pestardos by sundown

or I will have to be the beautiful bride

of The Terrible Tabasco.

All l have is a buck 35 and half a green stamp.

Where am I gonna get 10,000 pestardos?

Hey, look, Queeks Draw.

This is a way.

Hmm, let's see here.

[reading]

You are going to fight a bull for me, El Kabong?

-l am? -l knew you would!

Congratulations, Queeks Draw, l mean, El Kabong.

Now hold on there.

Ohhh! Oh, no!

! am not bull fightin’ any bull.

[crash]

[Baba Looey] But the bull is bull fighting you.

Good luck, Queeks Draw!

[galloping]

Good luck, bull.

Viva, El Gorito.

Viva, El Kabong.

And viva to you, ma'am.

[audience cheering and applauding]

Hey, what kind of bull fighting you call that?

lam gonna tire him out first, that's what kind.

[screech]

[rattling]

Yikes!

Oooh. That's pointy.

Bull's eye, bull.

Help, Baba Boy! Help!

Quick, Queeks Draw, use the kabonger.

Why didn't I think of that?

[grunting]

£ Ohhhh, I haven't slept in 20 days f

~ / should look an awful sight I

S But it doesn't bother me at all f

f 'Cause I! always sleep at night f

Oh, no! No!

No! No! No!

There goes the bull, Queeks Draw.

And there goes EI Tabasco with the 10,000 pestardos.

-[Quick Draw] Kabong! -[thunk]

He's dangerous.

Thank you, El Kabong.

And may I see the handsome face

behind the mask of my hero, El Kabong?

Well, it is kind of handsome

in a wretched sort of way, ma'am.

[screams]

Wait! Wait, Tabasco! Wait for me!

What's wrong with her, Baba?

! thin' maybe El Kabong strikes out again.

Yes, no?

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[Quick Draw McGraw] Hey, Baba Looey, are you alright?

S'awright!