"Dedicated to the proposition that the message must get through  brave little Yankee Doodle Pigeon speeds on." "As dedicated to the proposition that the pigeon must be stopped  Dick Dastardly and his Vulture Squadron join in hot pursuit." "Ready for Operation Get Along Little Doggie?" "Okay, Klunk, let her buck." "Ride him, cowboy." "Stay with him, Klunk." "This is better than a Wild West show." "Look out." "Our Western has turned into an eastern." "Since it's your kooky inventions that get us into these messes, Klunk how about inventing something to get us out of them?" "I'll... start on it as soon as we get back to the... hangar." "Well, you won't have long to wait." "Fine time to be taking it easy." "Where's that super rescue idea you were going to dream up?" "I'm sitting on it." "It's the ejecto-seat." "If we get in trouble, we can leave the plane fast." "Watch." "Excellent, Klunk, excellent." "We'll use it next time we're chasing the pigeon." "Not me." "You're not strapping me in one of those rocket rockers." "Zilly, where are you going?" "I just remembered." "I left the water running in my birdbath." "Muttley, go bring that bird bather back." "Apple polisher." "And so, equipped with Klunk's automatic ejecto-seats  the Vulture Squadron is once more back to the task of stopping that pigeon." "Full speed ahead, Klunk and stand by for Operation Pulverize That Pigeon." "Right, chief." "Oh, no!" "The plane is falling to pieces." "Don't worry, chief, we've got our... ejection seats." "Well, what are we waiting for?" "Let's start ejecting." "Drat." "Drat." "Having been saved from disaster by Klunk's ejecto-seats  the Vulture Squadron immediately springs back into action." "Ejecto-seats." "I hope you didn't put those stupid things on this plane." "Nope." "This one's got Instant Inflato." "Well, it better work, or it's Instant Deflato for you." "Now, stand by for Operation Pigeon Potpie." "We're going to get him this time." "Full speed ahead, Klunk." "Look out for that rock!" " We missed it." " But the plane didn't, you lunkhead." "Don't worry." "I'll push this button, and..." "Instant Inflato." "Great invention, Klunk, but how do we get down?" "Easy." "This time, Klunk, you better design a rescue device to rescue us from your rescue devices." "Got it right here, chief." "The... flying belt." "See?" "I can fly like a bird." "You're a bird, all right." "A... cuckoo." "So, wearing Klunk's flying belts  the Vulture Squadron is back to the attack  with Operation Bye-Bye Birdie." "Oh, dear." "It looks like the pigeon is headed for the moon." "How high are we now, Klunk?" "I'll check the... altimeter." "Too high." "Boy, it's cold way up here." "It must be 80 below." "That pigeon must be... part penguin." "Oh, no!" "Ice is forming on the wings." "Hot... dogs." "Now we can try the flying belts." "Congratulations, Klunk." "Your invention works." "Thanks... chief." "What's burning?" "Hello?" "No, General, we haven't caught the pigeon yet." "Okay, Klunk, this is your last chance." "If this one doesn't work, it's back to captain of the pots and pans for you." "This one is... foolproof because we're carrying a... spare airplane." "And so, in a last desperate effort to stop the pigeon  the Vulture Squadron takes to the air, spare plane and all." "There's that Yankee Doodle doodler now." "Stand by for Operation Eliminate That Pigeon." "Faster." "Faster." "Drat." "The plane's too heavy to go any faster." "Quick, somebody throw something overboard." "Not me, you knucklehead." "I'm the captain." "Yeah, yeah, yeah." " That's better." " Don't worry, chief." "I'll... take care of it." "You chowderhead." "You just threw the engine overboard." "All hands, abandon ship and man the spare plane." "Sorry, chief." "There's no... room." "Take the next plane, D.D." "What next plane?" "There isn't any next plane!" "Don't worry." "We'll send one back for you, D.D." "Just for that, I'm not going to be nice to them anymore." "Klunk says we're ready to take off with another cartoon." "Oh, dear." "High in the sky above the Western Front  the feared Vulture Squadron rendezvous for a game of:" "Stop that pigeon!" "Here they... come." "Oh, dear." "That dumbhead pigeon thinks he's getting away." "Won't he be surprised when he runs into Klunk and Zilly, eh, Muttley?" "Yeah, yeah, yeah." "Sock it to him!" "Drat and double drat." "Muttley, help!" "Medal?" "Medal?" "Oh, all right." "Here's a medal." "Oh, boy." "Oh, boy." "Oh, boy." "Now cut that out and save me!" "Yeah, yeah, yeah." "Now, that's good." "Now, lower me gently, Muttley." "Give me back that medal." " Dick Dastardly." "Hello?" "What's that?" "There will be no birthday celebrations until we catch the pigeon?" "Yes, sir." "Birthday celebration?" "Whose birthday is it, anyway?" "Not mine." " How about you, Klunk?" " Not mine." "Then who in Sam Hill is the General talking about?" "You, Muttley?" "Well, if it's not you three, who can it be?" " General?" " Why, of course." "Why, that cagey old fox." "That's his way of reminding us it's his birthday." "Oh, dear." "What'll we do?" "What'll we do?" "We're going to bake him a cake and deliver it right after we stop that pigeon, that's what." "All right, Klunk." "Suppose you demonstrate Operation Plunk the Pigeon." "And you, Muttley, don't let anything happen to that cake." "Ready?" "Sure, I'm ready, dumbhead." "But first, tell me what that mousetrap is doing on our wing." "That mousetrap is baited with pigeon food, chief." "And it's wired to that mallet." "Go on." "Go on." "Well, when the pigeon starts to eat, it trips the trap and springs the mallet." "And whamo!" "End of pigeon." "The vibration activates the broom and it cleans up the mess." "And we arrive at the General's party neat as a pin." " How neato!" " Sounds ridiculous." "But let's bait the trap again and try it." "Here he comes." "Wait, the pigeon feed!" "There." "Muttley, do something!" "Help!" "Thank you, Muttley." "The cake!" "Save the General's cake!" "Good boy." "Here, Zilly, you hold the cake while I try out Klunk's jack-in-the-box idea." "You're going to try the gift-wrapping machine?" "Oh, me." "Oh, my." "Zilly, cut that out." "You're shaking all the icing off the cake." "Ready, Klunk?" "Let's try it." "Right, D.D." "Now, chief." "Right in the old pocket!" "Perfect." "One gift-wrapped pigeon for the General." "Take good care of the cake, Zilly." "We'll be delivering it very soon now." "Yes, sir." "Here he comes!" "Now, D.D." "Drat and double drat." "Help!" "Muttley, do something!" "Oh, dear." "I just know I'll get blamed for this." "Nice going, Muttley." "You deserve a..." "Yipes, the cake!" "A medal for you, Muttley, if you save the General's cake." "Oh, boy." "Oh, boy." "Oh, boy." "Now, why did I have to say that?" "Medal?" "Medal?" "I'm fresh out of medals today, Muttley." "But would you settle for a slightly used gift-wrapping machine?" " Dick Dastardly." " Careful with that wet cement, Klunk." " Right, chief." "Of all the dumbhead ideas, Klunk, this is the silliest yet." "Gosh, chief, you look just like a statue." "Of course, you dumbhead, that's Klunk's idea." "Pigeons rest on statues so when Yankee Doodle alights on this one..." "The chief will... the pigeon." "What'd he say?" "What'd he say?" "He said Dastardly will squirt quick-drying cement all over Yankee Doodle Pigeon." "That pigeon's gonna make a swell cake decoration." "Yeah, yeah, yeah." "Now, chief!" "Sock it to him!" "Drat, I can't." "The cement is hardening." "And it's getting heavier." "Muttley, save the cake!" "Drat that pigeon." "Drat, drat, drat!" "What luck." "Now we're too late to deliver the General's cake." "Let's:" "Yeah, let's send him a singing telegram." "Say, that's a great idea." "I'll call him right away." "Hello, General?" "Why did I wake you up?" "Well, I just wanted to wish you a happy birthday." "Happy birthday?" " It's not your birthday, General?" " It's not?" "Well, then whose birthday is it?" "It's mine?" "Well, don't just stand there, you dumbheads, do something." "Happy birthday." "Happy birthday, dear Dastardly." "Happy birthday." "Oh, drat." "What's your best punch, champ?" "My left hook." " Do you have a big knockout record?" " Very big." "What is your knockout record?" "Brahms' Lullaby." "Wanna hear it?" "What a beautiful day for flying, eh, Muttley?" "The air is clean and fresh, the clouds are white and fluffy and the magic carpets are drifting about." "Magic carpets?" "!" "Help!" "What seems to be the trouble?" "I just shampooed my carpet and I can't do a thing with it." "Help!" "Oh, boy." "Oh, boy." "Oh boy." "Off and on, Muttley." "Off your seat and on your feet." "And start cleaning up around here!" "You can start by dusting off that filing cabinet." "And you better be finished when I return." " Dick Dastardly." "Help!" "Help!" "Dick Dastardly, the notorious safecracker, is cracking my safe." "Oh, keep quiet, you big snitch." "Job for Super Muttley." "Drat and double drat." "Here comes that smart aleck, do-gooder dog, Super Muttley." "I think it's safe to assume this 10,000-pound safe will stop him." "It's Super Muttley!" "Drat and double drat." "Super Muttley, my hero." "I'm safe, and the safe's safe thanks to you, Super Muttley." "You'll never catch me, though, you dumbhead do-gooder." "Oh, no!" "Help!" "Muttley, what do you think you're doing?" "Put that filing cabinet down." "And take off that stupid-Iooking dust cloth." "Subtitles by SDI Media Group" "[ENGLISH]"