"We'll be ready and waiting for Yankee Doodle Pigeon this time, Muttley." "And when we catch him, it's medals for everybody!" "Cut that out, Muttley." "We haven't caught that pigeon yet." "Here he comes!" "Klunk!" "Zilly!" "Take us down." "Asleep on the job, eh?" "This will wake them up." "Faster, you numskulls." "Faster!" "Nice going, you numskulls." "Now get in your planes." "The pigeon is coming." "Come back." "You're going the wrong way." "It's the right way, if you're a dyed-in-the-wool scaredy-cat." "Muttley, fetch." "Chicken." "Zilly, you're out of uniform." "Hello?" "Oh, it's you, general." "Would you mind repeating that?" "You say the one who stops the pigeon gets a 30-day furlough with all expenses paid?" "A 30-day furlough?" "With all... paid?" "At the vacation spot of his choice, eh?" "Miami Beach, here I come." "I'm gonna... to Hawaii." "Come on, Klunk, let's get that pigeon." "Right." "Hold it, you guys." "I'm the boss around here, and I'll go first." "I guess you realize that this is tantamount to treason." "Stop that snickering and do something, Muttley." "If you think you're going to get a medal for this, you've got another thing coming." " There's the... pigeon." " I'll get him." "No, I will." "He's mine." "Come to Zilly, you little special-delivery airmail." "I'm safe." "A bird in the... is worth two in the:" "That's what he thinks, eh, Muttley?" "Bombs away!" "Here, pidgey widgey." "Nice pidgey widgey." "Nice work, Muttley." "Just for that, you get a medal." "Muttley, get back in the plane and stop showing off." "Now that Klunk and Zilly are grounded, the 30-day furlough is all mine." "Oh, and yours too, Muttley." "There he is, Muttley." "Let's go!" "Steady, Muttley." "Steady." "I've almost got him." "Okay, Zilly, let her:" "Muttley, do something!" "Knock it off, Muttley!" "This is no time to play the piano." "Muttley, come back here!" "There's the:" "I'll get him." "He's mine!" "No, the... is mine!" " Mine!" " Mine!" "Here, you can have him." "No, keep the:" " No, it's yours." " Yours!" " Yours!" " Yours!" "For being such a wise guy, it's costing you a medal!" "Now shape up or bail out, and let's catch that pigeon." "I got him, I got him!" "I got him, I got him!" "No, I got the:" "No, the..." "The pigeon is mine!" "Hey, wait for me!" "And me!" "There he is!" "I'll get him!" "No, I will!" "Goof-up squadron here." "Who's calling?" "What, general?" "You're giving all of us a 30-day furlough at a place of your choice?" "Splendid!" "What do you mean, "What is there to do"?" "Chase pigeons!" "What else?" " Shoo!" " Scat!" "Shoo!" "Go away!" "Go away!" "Go away!" "Hey, fellows, are you... the dance?" "What'd he say?" "What'd he say?" "He wants to know if we're going to the barn dance." "Barn dance?" "Where?" "Right over... there." "Soup for lunch." "This soup tastes more like mop water." "Who left the mop water boiling in the soup pot?" "Don't ask me, chief." "I'm trying to figure out how these alphabets got into my mop water." "Muttley!" "Stop loafing and get busy!" "And when you finish here, start cleaning the mess hall, wash the dishes and have those potatoes peeled before I get back." "Mr. Muttley." "When you finish swabbing the deck wash the sails and hang them out to dry." "Right!" "Mr. Muttley!" "That will teach you not to slop your captain with a mop." "Captain Bligh." "Mr. Muttley, that will cost you another medal." "All right, Mr. Muttley for that, you shall walk the plank." "Start walking." "My word, where's the splash?" "Muttley, this is mutiny!" "Muttley!" "Stop daydreaming and get going!" "Right." "Muttley, you'll lose a medal for that!" "Klunk says we're ready to take off with another cartoon." "Oh, dear." "Swiftly winging through the skies, Yankee Doodle Pigeon is being pursued  by Dick Dastardly and his Vulture Squadron." "There he is, men." "Let's get him." "Follow your leader!" " There he goes." " Don't let him get away." "I got him." "I think I do." "Drat and double drat." "What a dumbhead squadron." "As for you, Klunk, your inventions are for the birds." "Well, gosh, chief, I:" "He says it wasn't his fault, D.D." "The pigeon!" "There he goes!" "Let's get him!" "What are you two waiting for?" "Engraved invitations?" "It's my birthday." "I know it's your birthday, Muttley." "But for the last time, we can't have the birthday party until after we stop the pigeon!" "Well, Zilly?" "I'll stay here and cook a birthday cake." "You come with me, or I'll cook your goose, you chicken." "Come back here!" "There he goes!" "Since it's your birthday, Muttley, I'll let you go and get him." "I'll show him." "Muttley!" "Do something!" "No party till we stop that pigeon, Muttley." "Hello?" " It's for you." " I know it's for me." "Give me that phone." "Yes, general." "Oh, of course we're going to stop that pigeon..." "I'll call you back, general." "I think we're about to be cut off." "If this invention works, we can have that birthday party." "What does it do, Klunk?" "Well, it:" "What'd he say?" "What did he say?" "What?" "What, what?" "He said the..." "The..." "The seat ejects to one side so you can grab the pigeon." "Well, okay." "Let's test it." "Push the button, Muttley." "One more goof like that, Muttley and this may be your last birthday, you dumbhead." "What did you say?" "That's better." "There he goes, Muttley." "Fly alongside him, and you may get your cake." "Here comes the pigeon." " Eject!" " Eject?" "But..." "But..." "But I'm afraid to eject." "Push the button, Muttley." "The pigeon, Zilly." "I'll try." "Drat and double drat." " Medal?" " The way you've been goofing up you want another medal for a birthday present?" "Yeah, yeah, yeah." "Oh, another medal." "Why, you..." "Dastardly." "What did you say?" "That's better." "Hey, chief:" "He says the planes are ready for Operation Sticky Flypaper." "Good, good." "Let's go stick it to that pigeon!" "There he is, men." "Let's go!" "Okay, men, it's time for Operation Sticky Flypaper." "Stick it to him!" "We've got him this time!" "Don't let him get away!" "Drat, drat and double drat." "We've been batting zero with your dumb inventions, Klunk." "So now we'll try one of my dumb inventions." "Zilly, get into the glider with Muttley." "But..." "But..." "Muttley, fetch." "Chicken, Zilly." "Yes, general." "Yes, we'll stop that pigeon this time for sure." "Yeah, we're going after him with Operation Giant Magnet." "Well, it works like this:" "First, we put Muttley and Zilly into a glider." "What?" "I said a glider." "Yes, since a glider doesn't make a sound, they can sneak up on the pigeon and slip a hunk of iron into the pigeon's satchel." "So no matter where the pigeon goes this giant magnet will pull us to him." "Yes, general, thank you." "Over and out." "There he goes!" "After him, Muttley!" "Yeah, yeah, yeah." "It's working." "It's working." "It's pulling us toward the pigeon already." "Drat, drat and double drat." "Now hear this:" "Everybody report to headquarters immediately!" "Now, now, relax, gentlemen." "That's an order!" "In spite of all your dumbhead goofs it is your birthday, Muttley." "And we've decided to let you have your birthday cake." "Close your eyes." "Yeah, yeah, yeah." "Let him have it, Klunk." "Drat, drat and triple drat!" "Subtitles by SDI Media Group" "[ENGLISH]"