"Intent upon delivering his secret message on time  Yankee Doodle Pigeon takes a shortcut  directly over the airfield of the Vulture Squadron." "There he is." "That pigeon is trying to sneak through on another secret mission." "After him, Klunk." "Nice takeoff, Klunk." "But next time, let's leave through the hangar door, okay?" "And turn this plane around, the pigeon went that way." "And so the Vulture Squadron, in Klunk's latest invention, the Vacco-plane zooms off in hot pursuit of Yankee Doodle Pigeon." "Ready with the four-power, wide-angle pigeon scope?" "Ready with the... sir." "Ready with the electronic, stereophonic, high-fidelity pigeon alarm, Muttley?" "Not now, dummy, when we see the pigeon." "Understand?" "Yeah, yeah, yeah." "Ready with the automatic, Vacco-pac retroactive activator, Zilly?" "The whatchamacallit is ready, but I'm not." "Get back to your battle station, Zilly." "You can't run out on your duty." "I'm not running out, sir, I'm slinking out." "Muttley, fetch." "Stop, Muttley, stop!" "I'll go back." "Automatic, Vacco-pac retroactive activator ready, sir." "Pigeon at... o'clock." "Now cut that out!" "Zilly, activate the retroactive activator." "Yes, sir." "After him!" "Don't let him get away!" "We're overloaded." "We're going to fall!" "Hello?" "Hello, General." "No, sir." "No, we didn't catch the pigeon, but we sure got our limit of ducks." "Stand by for an emergency landing!" "Any more bright inventions, Klunk?" "Undaunted by their temporary setback  the Vulture Squadron is back to the attack." "Or are they?" "Looks more like they're going to a costume ball." "Cleverly disguised as pigeons we shall be able to sneak up on that little note-dropper." "Pigeon at... 12 o'clock." "Come on, men." "We'll keep on cloud-hopping until we get closer to him." "Now what are we supposed to do, super-mind?" "Start... flap, flap like a bird." "Now look at the mess your invention got us in." "We're lost in the middle of a forest, a million miles from nowhere." "Look, fellers, there's a cottage over there." "Maybe we can borrow a road map." "My masterpiece is almost finished." "The world's biggest cuckoo clock." "All I need now is a giant cuckoo, and I'm in business." "I wonder who that could be." "I'm coming." "I'm coming." "What a stroke of luck." "A whole flock of giant cuckoos." "Cuckoos?" "Who are you calling cuckoos, you kook, you?" "We're not... cuckoos." "We're people dressed like cuckoos." "Birds." "See?" "Drat." "This zipper is stuck." "You and you and you is not cuckoos." "But the big one is definitely a cuckoo." "Who, me?" "Yes, you." "Come on, cuckoo." "I got a nice home for you." "Hey, wait a minute." "That's not a cuckoo." "That's a Dick Dastardly." "Let me out of this chicken coop!" "A couple of seconds, and you come out." "Muttley, do something!" "No, no." "You say:" "Help!" "Hey, wait!" "Come back here, you cuckoo!" "You can't flew the coop." "Let me in, or I will huff and I will puff and I will kick the door down." "Come on, Klunk." "Get busy, and get us out of here." "Right, chief." "I got a... great idea." "Hurry it up, Klunk." "I can't keep this kooky clockmaker out forever." "All... finished, chief." "I built a:" "What did he say?" "He said it's the world's first cuckoo-clock airplane." "Anybody would have to be cuckoo to fly in a contraption like that." "So let's go." "Fasten your... seat belts." "Stand by for... takeoff." "Switch... on." "Check..." "landing gear." "Oh, shut up and get this hedgehopping birdhouse in the air!" "Well, what do you know, it really flies." "It's him." "It's Yankee Doodle Pigeon." "Follow that pigeon." "Full steam ahead." "Full steam... ahead." "Faster, Klunk!" "Faster!" "He's getting away." "Oh, no, he's not." "Watch this." "Great idea, Klunk." "I almost have him." "Somebody move that building!" "Klunk, do something!" "Stop this machine!" "Right, chief." "Hey, Muttley, push the... self-destruct button." "Yeah, yeah, yeah." "Hello?" "Oh, hello, General." "Vulture Squadron?" "You must have the wrong number." "This is the Cuckoo Squadron." "See?" "Cuckoo, cuckoo, cuckoo." "It sure was nice of Klunk to invent this automatic hangar-door opener." "I can just press the button, and zip right in." "Here's a mailbox." "Now I can send my letter." " How do you want it sent?" " Airmail." "Airmail it is." "When you paint a white stripe down a landing strip a rocket and a paint roller do the job fast, right, Klunk?" "Right." "What the...?" "And now, ladies and gentlemen, it's time once again  for your favorite TV program, The Masked Stranger." "Oh, boy, The Masked Stranger!" " It's my favorite Western program." " Me too." "As our story opens, we find that champion of justice  the Masked Muttley, hot on the trail of Snake Poison Dastardly." "Look what I see." "A bank." "And banks are full of money." "I'll just drop in and make a little withdrawal." "What's this?" "You want to help me get on my horse?" "Yeah, yeah, yeah." "Thank you." "Hey, where are you going with my gold?" "Give me my gold." "I'll put the gold in my saddlebag for safekeeping." "Thank you, saddlebag." "Thank you, saddlebag?" "Come back here with my gold!" "A safe." "I'll blow the door off with this dynamite." "Oh, no, you don't." "Who was that masked stranger?" "Muttley!" "Stop loafing on the job and scrub the barracks floors." "Dick Dastardly." "Klunk says we're ready to take off with another cartoon." "Oh, dear." "As dawn breaks, a tiny speck appears in the sky  over the headquarters of the famed Vulture Squadron." "It's that courageous little courier, Yankee Doodle Pigeon." "Pigeon at 6 o'clock!" "Squadron, man your planes!" "Stop that pigeon!" "Stop that pigeon!" "Squadron, halt!" "About-face!" "Back to the hangar on the double!" "We forgot the airplane." "And so, bent on stopping the courageous Yankee Doodle Pigeon  the dreaded Vulture Squadron takes to the skies  in another one of Klunk's ingenious inventions." "It looks great, Klunk." "But how does this dreaded dreadnought work?" "Simple, chief." "We Muttley." " What did he say?" "It's too dreadful to repeat." " I'm getting out of here." " Zilly!" "Come back, you knucklehead!" "You can't run on thin air." "Now, why did he have to tell me that?" "Help!" "Muttley!" "Yes, fetch." "Help!" "Oh, dear." "There he goes!" "After him!" "Prepare to fire K-9 missile launcher." "Prepare to fire?" "K-9 launcher... prepared." "Very good." "Everybody ready for launch?" "Yeah, yeah, yeah." "I said, "launch," not "lunch," you dumbhead." "Now get ready." "Dick Dastardly." "Ready, aim fire!" "Zilly, you dumbhead, come back here!" "You're supposed to let go!" "But I'll fall if I do." "No, no, go away!" "Drat and double drat." "Congratulations." "You dumbheads have just destroyed the world's first indestructible airplane." "Hello?" "Oh, General, hello." "Stop the pigeon?" "Well, no, but we came close." "Close only counts in horseshoes, eh, General?" "Yes, very funny, sir." "Just a teensy-weensy adjustment on the fratistan and my super-duper masterpiece will be completed." "What's that?" "Holy Toledo!" "My beautiful invention is smashed into itsy-bitsy pieces." "Sorry for the intrusion, professor." "Out!" "Out!" "I'm so mad!" "Now you know how we mad scientists get that way." "Now, get out and stay out!" "We can't, professor." "We just lost our airplane." "Airplane?" "Can you guys fly an airplane?" "Why, certainly." "We're the famous Vulture Squadron." "Just what I need, a couple of guinea-pig test pilots." "Come with me to the basement." "I've got something for you." "My next invention has got to be an easier way to get down to the basement." "There she is, gentlemen." "Why that's a... paper airplane." "Don't knock it if you haven't tried it." "Well, it's no dumber than Klunk's inventions." "We'll try it." "Ready or not, here she goes." "Ready." "It works!" "It works!" "Now, where's that parcel-packing pigeon?" "That did it." "That bugle call was taps for that pigeon." "After him!" "Stop him!" "Stop that pigeon!" "Drat!" "Doggone paper planes!" "Hang on!" "Drat!" "I'm finished." "Now, where are my test pilots?" "Boy, oh, boy." "Someone up there sure has got it in for me." "And I think it's you guys." "Just bringing your plane back, professor." "Out, out." "Everybody, out!" "And stay out!" "Well, we'd like to, but we still don't have a plane." "Well, thanks to you, neither have I." "However, these birdbrains can still test my foolproof flying sausage." "Wait." "I've just the thing." "Not so classy, but..." "We'll try it!" "We'll try it!" "And so once again, the intrepid squadron rises to the occasion  in a balloon?" "Okay, Muttley, that's enough altitude." "Klunk, Zilly, start the engines." "And I'll get set to shish kebab that little squab." "There he goes!" "Faster, Zilly!" "Faster, Klunk!" "Hold her steady, now." "I'm swinging into action." "That does it." "My inventions were safer before you flyboys showed up." "Okay, boys, this time, I'm shooting the works." "Step right in, and in a jiffy, you'll be flying in the wild blue yonder." "Thank you, professor." "We'll never forget this." "You're darn tooting you won't." "Toodle-Ioo, gents." "Drop me a line sometime." "I have a sneaking suspicion the professor is trying to get rid of us." "Well, if he is, he did." "Subtitles by SDI Media Group" "[ENGLISH]"