"That pigeon will never know what bit him." "Excited over Klunk's latest devilish design Dick Dastardly has his Vulture Squadron aloft at dawn  ready to stop the pigeon with Operation Crocodile." "Meanwhile, Yankee Doodle Pigeon flies his dangerous mission unaware of the preposterous peril pursuing him." "Croc it to him, Muttley." "Oh, dear." "Oh, my." "Oh, dear." "Drat and double drat." "There must be some way to outguess that smart-aleck pigeon." "It is written in the stars:" ""He who can look into the future hath a better future to look into."" "Who are you?" "I'm Sam Swami, and I can see into the future." "Can you see a way to stop Yankee Doodle Pigeon?" "Just cross my palm with a little bread to turn me on, daddy-o." "What do you see, swami?" "What do you see?" "I see a saw." "I see saws in the sky." "Saws, eh?" "Klunk thinks it's a dumb idea, chief." "Never mind what Klunk thinks." "The swami saw saws in the sky, and that's how we'll stop that pigeon." "I just remembered, my plane needs a major overhaul." "You stay here, or your chicken body will need a major overhaul." "It's the... pigeon." "Get up there, Muttley." "We'll chase him to you." "Yeah, yeah, yeah." "Attaboy, Zilly." "Chase him to..." "Muttley." "Oh, dear." "I can't look." "Did we get him?" "Don't worry, Zilly." "I'll... save you." "Drat and double drat." "I guess I'll have to do it myself." "Get him, Muttley!" "Drat." "He got away again." "Muttley!" "I predict a medal in your future if you do something!" "Oh, boy." "Oh, boy." "Oh, boy." "Yeah, yeah, yeah." "What kind of a dumbhead prediction did you give me, you silly swami." "Peace, brother." "I have just studied the instant replay of Operation Buzz Saw and, frankly, as pilots, your fliers are no-nos." "You don't have to look into the future to tell me that." "I see..." "I see..." "I know the swami saw a pie in the sky, chief but your plan is ridiculous." "It's the pigeon!" "We'll mangle him with meringue." "Let's go, fearless fliers." "First, I'll bop him with a blueberry pie." "Sorry, Muttley, I..." "He's in front of you, Zilly." "I'll... him." "He is?" "Where?" "Where?" "Very funny, Klunk." "Here, you try it." "I'll teach you to hit your commanding officer with a pie." "Take that!" "Hello?" "No, general." "No, we haven't stopped the pigeon yet, but..." "Flying above the clouds terrifies me." "Everything terrifies you, Zilly." "The swami predicted that Operation Hang Dog would succeed." "Stupid idea." "Drat and double drat." "Can't you even make one prediction that will work, you silly swami?" "Please, brother." "You're fogging my crystal ball." "Oh, sorry." "I see something." "A box." "I see a box in the sky." "A box?" "What kind of a box?" "Would you believe a jack-in-the-box?" "What did he say?" "What did he say?" "Klunk said Operation Jack-in-the-Box is the dumbest prediction the swami has made yet." "Maybe he's right." "Let's test it first." "Okay, Muttley." "Push the button." "Yeah, yeah, yeah." "It works!" "I'll grab that smart-aleck pigeon before he can say "jack-in-the-box."" "Push the button, Muttley." "Yeah, yeah, yeah." "Help!" "Somebody do something!" "Help!" "Stop me!" "Muttley!" "Get me loose!" "Yeah, yeah, yeah." "Drat and double drat." "And even a triple drat." "Say, guess what I see in the crystal ball?" "What do you see?" "A phony little swami with lumps all over his little body." "Klunk says we're ready to take off for another cartoon." "Oh, dear." "As Yankee Doodle Pigeon breaks the morning stillness  while flying a dangerous mission  he keeps a wary eye out for the vicious Vulture Squadron  skippered by the deadly, diabolical, despicable demon of the skyways  Dick Dastardly." "You left out dashing and debonair." "Klunk has equipped dashing, debonair Dastardly's plane  with extendable wheel whoppers." "Stick around if you want to see some wheeling and dealing." "Muttley, it's time for a medal!" "Oh, boy." "Oh, boy." "Oh, boy." "Come on, Muttley, save me!" "Drat." "Hello?" "Oh, it's you, general." "What's that?" "You're sending a camouflage expert to help us out?" "But..." "But..." "Yes, sir." "What does the general think a camouflage expert can do for us?" "I was just demonstrating the value of camouflage." "You didn't expect the bush to bushwhack you, did you?" "Oh, brother." "Something tells me this isn't going to be fun." "A camouflaged desk?" "How does it work?" "When you get close to the pigeon, push this pen and that pigeon will fly right into the trap." "There he is." "Let's chase him towards the chief." "That smart-aleck pigeon is keeping his eye on the planes." "This dumb idea might work after all." "Drat and super drat." "Help!" "Do something, Muttley." "Yeah, yeah, yeah." "I meant do something for all of us, you..." "You deserter." "In the camouflage business if at first you don't succeed, cam, cam again, we always say." "What does... do?" "He wants to know what this dumb thing does." "The plane's camouflaged to look like a cloud so the pigeon won't notice you fly over him." "Then you come down in the elevator and grab him." "I like it." "I like it." "I don't like it." "Muttley, fetch." "You fly the plane, Muttley." "I want to grab that pigeon myself." "Yeah, yeah, yeah." "Oh, no!" "Drat and double drat." "And even a triple drat." "I hope that camouflage expert knows what he's talking about." "I feel ridiculous flying a tree." "Look, chief, there's the pigeon." "Oh, isn't that cute?" "He's resting his little tired wing-wings." "Here, pidgey, pidgey." "Come to papa, pidgey." "He thinks I'm another bird." "Don't just sit there." "Flap your wings, you dumbhead." "Muttley!" "Do something." " Did you say "Operation Sleeper"?" " That's right." "The plane is camouflaged to look like a bed." "You can sneak up on the pigeon." "He'll think the squadron is asleep." "Then what are we supposed to do, hit him with a pillow?" "Yes, how did you guess?" "Only..." "The pillow is made of concrete." "Got it?" "Got it." "And so the Vulture Squadron takes to the air in a flying bed." "I've never felt so stupid in all my life." "Muttley!" "Wake up, you dumbhead." "This is an airplane, remember?" "Dick Dastardly." "Okay, men." "On your mark, get set go!" "Oh, dear." "Oh, my." "Gangway, everybody, gangway." "Wait, wait!" "I have another good camouflage idea." "So have I." "I'm going to camouflage you to look like a disaster area." "Here are your work assignments, men:" "Zilly, wash the windows, and Muttley, mop up the floor." "Don't forget Klunk, chief." "Klunk, you mop up the floor with Muttley." "Right, chief." "Sorry, Muttley, but orders are orders." "The chief is gonna show us the high-wire act he did as a circus performer." "That's... great." "Don't just stand there like empty-headed goons." "Give me a hand." "Muttley, get down here and fix that leaky barrage balloon, on the double." "Yeah, yeah, yeah." "Of all the wild animals in the jungle  no one is wilder than Wild Mutt of the jungle." "Wild Mutt, help!" "I'm being held captive." "Louder, my dear, louder." "When Wild Mutt enters the cage to rescue you I will have him trapped and the Dick Dastardly Circus will have a new sideshow attraction." "Help!" "Help!" "I'm being held captive!" "I can hear Wild Mutt coming through the brush now." "I'm saved." "He's falling for my trap." "Thanks for the favor, Mildred." "I'll be seeing you." "I captured Wild Mutt Muttley!" "I captured..." "Say, could you help me out, please?" "Mildred thinks that I'm her son." "Muttley!" "Stop stalling and get busy." "Dick Dastardly." "Subtitles by SDI Media Group" "[ENGLISH]"