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(engine rumbling)

(water splashing)

(water gurgling)

(water whooshing)

(engine whining)

(wheel squeaking)
(dramatic music)

(mysterious music)

- 11 o'clock, it's getting late, Mike.

Surely, it's time they called in?

- According to schedule, yes.

Besides, Jimmy oughta
be gettin’ to bed soon.

- But, I've gotta stay up.

| mean, gee, it's not often
brother Bill pays a visit.

Let me stay up, please!

- Well, | guess we can allow the request

on compassionate grounds.

It's past Mitch's bedtime.

(Mitch grunting)

- I'm worried, Mike.

They should have called in by now.

After all, that's why we
went through the trouble

of installing a radio in Bill's truck!

- Well, you know Dr. Beaker.

He's probably forgotten all about it.

- Well, so long as he hasn't forgotten

that load in the back of the truck.

- Could be a load of trouble, you mean.

- It could, but it should be safe enough

in the refrigerator.

And it's only a short journey.

- If they don't get lost.

(dramatic music)

- We couldn't be getting
ourselves lost, could we Doc?

- Well, |, uh, | don't think so.

- No, you don't.

Well, | think we should have
stuck to the main highway!

- Nonsense, my dear fellow.

The last signpost

distinctly indicated the
shorter, mm, uh, route.

- The things | let myself in for.

"Can you help us carry
something?" you said.

"Sure." | said.

"Gibson Transport carries
anything, anywhere," | said.

So now, | find myself driving at night,

through the Nevada Desert,

on a road | don't know,

with a can of stuff in the back

that'll blow us clear into Arizona

if it gets above freezing point.

Swell.

- But, it won't get above
freezing point, my dear fellow!

That's why we're travelling at night.

When the desert temperature
is, uh, mm, around zero.

- Okay Doc, if you say so.

All | hope is, that we're not
still out here come sunup.

(engine whirring)

(mysterious music)

Yes sir, when | see

that little old sun come
up over the horizon,

I'm just gonna stop this truck,

climb out and start walking.

- | really think you are exaggerating

the matter, my dear fellow.

| grant you that my new
fuel may be inevitably

in the development phase of course,

just the tiniest bit unstable.

- So unstable the Prof wouldn't
let you make it at the lab,

is the way | heard it.

- | don't deny it, | don't
for a moment deny it.

But, this truck contains a
refrigerator, does it not?

- [Bill] | wouldn't trust it.

For one thing, it draws too
much current for my liking.

It could run this truck's batteries flat

in about half an hour

without the generator to recharge them.

And then where are we?

Pow!

That's where we are.

- Pow?

No, | don't think so.

Anyway, there's another signpost.

That will tell us where we are.

- [Bill] Some signpost at that.

I'll get out and take a look-see.

And maybe you should call the lab, doc.

They'll be wondering
what's happened to us.

- Certainly, most certainly.

Perhaps, | ought to check the
outside air temperature too.

Though it seems bitterly cold to me.

And | hope nobody else is out

in the desert on a night like this.

(dramatic music)

- Oh, I'm so cold Masterspy.

How long must we wait?

- Perhaps, (laughs) perhaps,
they have lost their way.

- Surely though, that is
what we intended them to do.

- | jest, you fool.

Of course, that was what we intended.

Do you think we moved those
signposts around just for fun?

- My dear professor,

of course we are still on the right road!

And | am familiar with every inch of it!

That is to say, | am not
exactly sure that | recognise

the precise section of the
road we are on at the moment.

But, it's well signposted.

- Well, | wouldn't give you a plug nickel

for this signpost, doc.

| reckon we'll still
be out here come sunup.

- What an alarming prospect.

- What is? Are you in trouble?

- No, no, no, no. (chuckles)

Bill just sends his regards.

Over and out.

- You think they're alright, professor?

- Oh, | think so.

It's difficult to tell with Dr. Beaker.

- Nobody respects Dr. Beaker's brain

more than | do, professor.

But, when it comes to
his sense of direction.

- Dr. Beaker has every confidence
in his sense of direction.

He will reach at least this far, no doubt,

before he begins to wonder if he is lost.

And we will be waiting to
tell him the way. (laughs)

And they will be in no
position to notice the little,

how shall we call it? (laughs)

This little pebble we
have put in their way!

(gravel crunching)

- | said the road was
getting worse, didn't I?

| don't fancy our chances
if we should hit a rock

with that stuff in the back.

- Quite, | do indeed understand.

Basically, it's quite safe
below 10 degrees centigrade.

It would need a detonator
to make it explode

under those conditions.

- | see.

It's just when it heats up a little

that it gets really dangerous?

- Relatively speaking, that is so.

- Well, just as long as we know.

- Masterspy?

- What is it, Zarin?

- | can hear something.

- Ah, you are right, friend Zarin.

They are coming like flies
into my web! (laughs)

But, let us complete our preparations.

We will hide the truck

and then wait somewhere out
of sight, behind some rock.

(suspenseful music)

- Do you still reckon we're
on the right road, Dr. Beaker?

- What are you implying, my dear fellow?

Surely, you don't think we're lost?

Why only a few minutes
ago, we passed a signpost!

- Anyway, there's a
pretty sharp turn ahead

if we wanna stay outta trouble.

So watch out.

(car whooshing)

- Be careful!

- Ah, relax.

Gibson Transport always gets
you there safe and sound.

(car whooshing)

(car thudding)
(dramatic music)

- Really, my dear fellow,

your navigation of this craft
leaves much to be desired.

It gave me quite a turn.

- They have played straight
into our hands again! (laughs)

And this time, my friend,

this time, we will get what we want.

(dramatic music)

- It would be wise to assess
the damage as soon as possible,

and get on our way.

And the first essential is
to get the engine started

and keep the batteries, um, charged.

- You're talking sense, Dr. Beaker.

Here goes.

(engine sputtering)

- There, friend Zarin, there.

Is that not music to your ears?

- Mm-mm, no luck.

Guess, I'd better get out and take a look.

- Ah, yes, do that, my dear chap.

And with all the
experience you can muster!

- Frankly, I'm worried.

I'm sure Dr. Beaker was lost

when he called last
time, whatever he said.

- Well, maybe you're right.

Next time he calls,
maybe we should tell him

to leave the transmitter on.

Then, if they are lost, we
can trace them with Supercar.

- Gee, Mitch.

| don't know that | like
the sound of all this.

(Mitch grunting)

- See?

Oil.

The crankcase cracked on that
boulder, that's for sure.

We're stuck, Doc.

Can't even start the engine
with a split crankcase.

It'd seize in no time at all.

- Then we must consider
our plan of action.

The first essential is to
switch off the refrigerator.

Assuming, that it is still in operation.

My fuel will come to no harm until dawn.

Until which time, we will not
be wasting valuable current!

Meanwhile, if you would be so kind

as to call the laboratory on the radio?

- Okay, Dr. Beaker. Sure thing.

(mysterious music)

- Why do we wait, Masterspy?

Why do we not go down at once?

- Because for just one moment,

| prefer to watch and to take
relish in their absurd plight!

- But, do you not want
to see what is happening?

- Patience!

| know exactly what is happening.

The crank is out of action

and friend Beaker is now making
(laughs) a plan of action.

This will take him at least 10 minutes.

- Yeah, well that's how it is.

| don't know where we are!

| don't think Dr. Beaker does either.

- But, neither of you is hurt? Good!

- Tell him to keep transmitting!

I'll take off in Supercar
and home in on their radio.

- Wait a minute, Mike!

What is that, Bill?

The batteries? Of course!

They want some spare batteries

to keep the refrigerator going.

It's most important.

- Okay.

It'll take me some time to
get them loaded up though.

Let's hope we've got some fully charged.

- I'll help you, Mike.

- Oh, no you won't, my lad.

It's way past midnight,

and you should've been in bed hours ago.

- But, you said | could
stay up till Bill came.

- No, repeat, no.

Now, off you go now.

- Roger and out. Come on, Mitch.

(Mitch snoring)

Mitch!

(Mitch screeching)

(Mitch hooting)

(pensive music)

- My friend Zarin, the
time is now ripe to go down

and see how the great
Dr. Beaker is getting on.

Come.

- Hey funny, | thought | heard a voice.

- Hardly likely, my dear fellow.

Who would be in a place
like this at such an hour?

- Well, maybe you're right.

- Anyway, for the moment,
everything seems satisfactory.

Most satisfactory!

The fuel will be safe

as long as the air temperature
remains below zero.

And Supercar will be bringing us

some fresh batteries, shortly.

- How long before they're
out here, do you think?

- Well, that would be
difficult to estimate.

Perhaps, an hour?

Why?

- Because we oughta get
the transmitter going

so Mike can home on to it.

Only | don't wanna do it before time,

because it drains the batteries.

- But, my dear fellow, we have
fresh batteries coming out.

Mike, he's bringing them.

- Well maybe so, but
until they're right here

I'm taking no chances.

- For the moment, in all advents,

| suggest we make
ourselves comfortable here.

- Yes, Dr. Beaker, that
is a good idea, indeed.

- Well. (laughs)

Now, who's the fool?

(dramatic music)

(suspenseful music)

- Console to pilot, are
you loaded up, Mike?

We've lost nearly an hour already.

- Well, | wouldn't have been much use

taking him out half charged.

Anyway, we're loaded now.

- [Professor] Good, have the
batteries made any difference?

- Well, they seem to be stowed
quite firmly, professor.

| don't know whether they'll
affect Supercar's balance.

They're heavy, so they might.

- | should be very careful, Mike.

When you first take off,
if the balance is upset,

that's where it will show!

- Roger, professor.

Anything from Bill and Dr. Beaker, yet?

- No. | expect they are
conserving their batteries.

They'll have to transmit all
the time you're in the air,

and as soon as dawn comes,

they'll have to run the
refrigerator as well.

- | get ya.

Well, may as well run the engines up

while we're waiting, professor.

Then there'll be no delay in
takeoff when they do call in.

- Right, Mike.

Charge port engine.

(machine whirring)
(dramatic music)

- Coming up to 10,000 now.

Okay, interlock on!

- Interlock on, charge starboard.

(engine whirring)

- 10, 12.

15,000, interlock on.

- Right, ready to fire!

- Fire one!

(rocket booming)

Fire two!

(rocket booming)

Both firing smoothly.

Cutting revs to idling level now.

- Now, | guess we can
hear ourselves think.

- Jimmy, | thought | told you to-

- Mitch and me's gone on strike.

- On strike, what do you mean?

- Well gee, professor, you can't expect us

to sleep with all this going on.

(Mitch grunting)

You see? Mitch feels the same way.

- Idling now, professor.

Wake me when Dr. Beaker calls in.

These engines have a
mighty soporific effect

at idling speed.

- That's not what Jimmy and Mitch think!

But, you shouldn't have long to wait.

- Gee, Mitch. | wonder what they're doing.

(mysterious music)

- Well, friend Beaker, |
think we have you this time.

And we will also have that sample of fuel

you are rumoured to be carrying.

Perhaps, friend Zarin, you would get it

from the back of their
so sadly damaged truck?

(prisoners grunting)

Get the sample, Zarin.

Oh, and while you are about it.

- What, Masterspy?

- Look in the front of
the truck for a radio.

These gentlemen have fooled
me before with their radios.

And |, Masterspy, do not
intend to be fooled this time.

- And if | find it, Masterspy?

- Then break it, you fool!

What do you think?

That | want to call Professor Popkiss

and wish him happy birthday?

- (chuckles) Of course, Masterspy.

And if you will, do | bring it here?

- You do.

(prisoners grunting)

- | cannot think

why they have not started
transmitting again.

| hope their batteries
are not already exhausted.

- You want me to take
off anyway, professor?

It's not long till sunup.

- Well, maybe, that would
be the best thing, Mike.

We know they're east of here.

- Yeah, but that's all we do know.

It's gonna be pretty near impossible

to find them, even in daylight,

without their radio to home on.

The desert's a mighty big place.

- But, the fuel, you've just
gotta get to the professor.

We've got to.

- There is no panic, Jimmy.

It's not as bad as all that.

They will certainly keep well away

from the truck when the sun rises.

So, even if the fuel should overheat,

no one will get hurt.

(dramatic music)

(Zarin yelps)

- Ah, friend Zarin, you found the fuel.

(prisoners grunting)

- Ah, with care, friend Zarin.

That stuff you are holding is no doubt

the fruit of much labour by Dr. Beaker.

We would all hate to see
you drop it. (laughs)

Did you find the radio?

- Yes, Masterspy, and | destroyed it

with the handle of the jack.

- Good, friend Zarin.

Then take the fuel to our
truck and put it in the back.

(prisoner grunting)

Do not worry Dr. Beaker. (laughs)

It will be put to good use, | assure you.

(prisoners grunting)

And now, we shall wait a
few moments until sunrise,

and then be on our way.

| should not want to drive
in the dark. (laughs)

- | think you had better
take off now, Mike.

| don't know what has happened,

but the sun will be up soon,

and we had better take every chance

of getting those
batteries to them in time!

- Sure thing, professor.

I'll take off and play it by ear,

when | see what it's like up in the air.

Maybe, | can find them quite soon.

- Do you think he will, professor?

- Oh, | expect so.

In any case, it is our
best plan for the moment.

- Standby for takeoff.

(Mitch screeching)

- Alright, bay doors open!

(door whirring)

(dramatic music)

- | don't like these batteries, professor.

They've affected our trim.

- Well, be careful, Mike.

Take it steadily.

- [Mike] Sure thing, Professor.

Full boost.

(engine whirring)

- Well now, Dr. Beaker,

| think we will be on our way soon.

- My dear sir, do you
know what you are doing?

That fuel, extremely dangerous!

- Hold it, Dr. Beaker, hold it a moment.

- But, my dear fellow-

- Your friend is right, Dr. Beaker.

I'm glad you have this sense to realise

there is nothing you can do.

That this time | have succeeded. (laughs)

Now, | must go to the van

to supervise friend
Zarin loading the fuel.

- Let him go, doc.

Let him go.

- But the fuel, it will go up in smoke!

- Sure, and we want it
to go up right here.

On the spot.

- | certainly, | certainly,
most certainly, do not!

- Listen, they've got the fuel.

So, we keep them talking here.

The sun will be up soon and pow!

There's a smoke signal for you!

Mike could see it from 100 miles away!

- Well, well. Yes, and to be sure, yes!

| think you have something there.

(dramatic music)

- No sign of them, professor.

Anything on the radio yet?

- [Professor] No, Mike, nothing.

- Turning port onto 250.

I'll find the highway

and see if | can spot where they left it.

Don't think there's much hope though.

- Roger, pilot.

(Supercar whooshing)

The radio must have failed,

they would have called us by now.

(gentle music)

- Well, Dr. Beaker, (laughs)

| think it is time we were departing.

Friend Zarin is already
waiting at the truck,

and we have our, shall we say,
interesting load on board.

- Interesting, huh?

You can say that again.

- On mature consideration, | must admit,

Masterspy, that you would
appear to have won this round.

- (laughs) Thank you,
my friend, thank you!

Such a tribute.

And coming from you, | am overcome.

But certainly, we have the prize. (laughs)

(dramatic music)

(liquid bubbling)

(triumphant music)

- Still no luck, console,
and the sun's well up now.

- Keep trying, Mike, keep trying!

(Mitch grunting)

(Supercar whooshing)

- Yes sir, you sure fooled us!

- So, | think perhaps
you tried to fool me!

Hoping that while |
listened to your flattery,

some rescue may arrive? (laughs)

But, that will not be.

| go now.

- There goes a charming guy.

(engine rumbling)

(liquid bubbling)

(dramatic music)

(liquid bubbling)

(dramatic music)

(liquid bubbling)

- | think, according to my
time temperature calculations,

he may be going farther than he intended-

(explosion booming)

- Hold it, professor, there's a pillar

of smoke about 20 miles south!

Looks like something blew up!

And I'll bet | know what it is.

Hope Doc and Bill kept
clear of that stuff.

I'm going down to investigate.

(deflated music)

- (moaning) What happened, Masterspy?

What happened?

- How do | know what happened?

You idiot!

All | know is that those two
have made fools of us again!

(deflated music)

And as if that were not enough,

| can hear their cursed Supercar!

(triumphant music)

- Yep, that's them, alright.

- He's found them, professor!

(Mitch grunting)

(Mitch screeching)

- Calling console, going in to land now.

(engine whining)

- One day, one day |
will get even with you

and your cursed Supercar!

(deflated music)

(gentle music)

- Well, everybody's in one piece.

I'm sure sorry Dr. Beaker
lost his sample of fuel.

- Don't worry, Mike.

He's already working on a new one.

And here, in the laboratory

where he says Gibson's
Transport can't harm it!

- Well, of all the ungrateful! Hey Doc!

- Yes, yes, what is it?

Please don't disturb me!

I'm trying something rather critical.

(Mitch grunting)
(Mitch screeching)

(explosion booming)

(engine whirring)

(engine droning)

¢ Supercar f

¢ Supercar f

~ With beauty and grace I

f As swift as can be f

£ Watch it flying through the air S

¢ It travels in space f

J Or under the sea I

f And it can journey anywhere J

¢ Supercar f

¢ Supercar f

~ It travels on land f

~ Or roams the skies

~ Through the heaven's stormy rage I

f It's Mercury-manned J

~¢ And everyone cries, it's
the marvel of the age

¢ Supercar f

¢ Supercar f

¢ Supercar f

(engine roaring)