"Help!" "Starring those seven rollicking rescuers:" "The Anthill Mob, their courageous car, Chug-a-Boom... and that villain of villains, The Hooded Claw." "Penelope Pitstop, heiress to a vast fortune, is in perpetual peril... from her fortune-seeking guardian, Sylvester Sneekly... who, unknown to her, is really The Hooded Claw." "But foiling this fiend's foul plots are Penelope's ever-present protectors..." "The Anthill Mob." "I'll get you, Penelope Pitstop." "When we last saw Penelope... she was thrown from her horse, and a moment later... shot from the human cannonball cannon... toward the cage of the wild Tasmanian cruncha-beast." "Oh, dear, this could be dangerous." "But rushing to her rescue is The Anthill Mob." "Don't worry, Penelope." "We'll save you." "Who put that rock in the road?" "No!" "While these seven goof-ups are left bouncing in a trampoline..." "Penelope seems doomed to land in the wild Tasmanian cruncha-beast's cage." "Not if I can grab that wire walker's little old balancing pole." "I'm safe!" "Wow!" "What a gal!" "That pole stopped you from falling into the cage." "Say, boys, I like your style." "How would you like to work in the show as clowns?" "Great!" "Then we can guard Penelope." "Clowns always make me laugh." "Yeah, laugh." "How clever!" "I'll be guarded by a bunch of little old clowns." "Thanks, Penelope." "I think." "Are you ready for a rehearsal, boys?" "Yeah, we're ready!" "Are you ready, Miss Pitstop?" "Ready, Mr. Ring Ding." "And so am I, kids." "One more clown Clyde won't be noticed." "I give you Penelope and her clowns." "Catch me, boys." "Here we come." "Here I come." " Thanks ever so ever, Clyde." " Sure." "Bye." "See you later." "That clown was The Hooded Claw clown." "And he's tossed Penelope into the waiting clutches of the Bully Brothers." "Help!" "Why did you let go of her, Clyde?" "But, Zippy, I wasn't holding her." "Then who was?" "I think there's more than seven of us." "1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6... and I make seven." "And you make eight." " Have you a light?" " Certainly." " Here you are." " Thanks." "You're welcome." "Wait a minute." "It's a phony Clyde!" "Let's get him." "Be my guest." "Let's not get him." "Now it's your turn, Penelope." "Deep in the sinister shadows of the swamplands..." "Penelope ponders her perilous plight." "Are you through pondering your perilous plight?" "Yes, I'm through pondering my perilous plight." "Then I'll explain your perilous plight." "The swamp woodpecker above you will soon cut through the rope." "And you will drop into that hungry man-eating plant below." "Now, that's what I call a perilous plight." "Good-bye, Pitstop." "I must be off." "You certainly are." "Penelope is in for a bushel of trouble, give or take a peck." "Help!" "Keep screaming, Penelope... 'cause here comes The Anthill Mob." "Help!" "Where are you, Penelope?" "I'm here, boys, in this pit." "Don't go away, Penelope." "Going down." "The rope holding Penelope narrows to a slender thread." "Can The Anthill Mob get out of that pit in time to save our Pitstop?" "Yes, with my compact pit elevator." "Going up." "Main floor." "Perils, danger, and nick-of-time rescues." "All out." "There she is." "And we're too late." "Hello, boys." "Give my regards to Broadway." "Remember me to Herald Square." "He was my botany teacher, you know." "I'll save you, Penelope, with this falling woodpecker feather." "Good thinking, you dum-dum." "The feather's tickling the plant's throat, causing a coughing spell." "I'm free!" "We got you, Penelope." " Are you all right?" " Yes, thanks to Dum Dum." "You're a dear." "Shucks." "What now, Penelope?" "We must get to the circus before it leaves for the big city." "We'll take Chug-a-Boom." "Let's go." "Don't look now... but Chug-a-Boom's wheels are stuck in the mud." "Yeah, mud." "Shame on you, Chug-a-Boom." "Going without your wheels in front of a lady." "Oh, dear." "Later, the circus makes ready to pull out for the big city." "And a private car is made available for Penelope." "I'm sure you'll be comfy-cozy, ma'am." "Yes, sirree." "Thank you ever so lavishly, Mr. Ring Ding." "You are a real trouper." "If you say so, Miss Pitstop." "Yes, sirree." "All seems well as the train speeds down the tracks, or is it?" "These pair of unticketed passengers look like the Bully Brothers." "We are the Bully Brothers." "The hook ring's in place." "How are you doing?" "All set." "Penelope's car will soon separate from the rest of the train." "Let's scram." "So, as Penelope's car thunders on out of control..." "The Hooded Claw, flying high above in his fiendish blimp... puts the final touch to her latest peril." "Blissfully unaware of her plight, Penelope slumbers peacefully." "Speaking of slumbering peacefully..." "I think it's time I put this railroad car to rest." "And what better place... than atop the Worthwool Building, 45 stories high." "If Pitstop should walk to the end of the car... down will come Penelope, private car and all." "I think I'll get a glass of water." "No, Penelope." "Sit down!" "No!" "I can't watch." "I think I'll sit and read instead." "Meanwhile, far below, a crowd has gathered... to watch the suspenseful spectacle." "Gee whillikers!" "23 Skiddoo!" " It's the cat's pajamas!" "All right." "Break it up." "It's only a railroad car on top of a skyscraper." "Arriving to meet the circus, The Anthill Mob is blocked by the crowd." "What's Penelope's car doing up there?" "Maybe she took a shortcut." "I think I'll get that water after all." "Go back, Penelope!" "Go back!" "Look, Clyde." "Penelope's going to go crash." "There's no saving her now." "Yes, there is... with my handy retractable choo-choo tracks." "Get a load of this." "Penelope's car rides the rail... into the subway station and comes to a stop... safe and sound." "My goodness!" "We're here already for the free-to-kiddies circus show." "Everyone is out for the pre-show circus parade." "Here come the wild animals." "And the funny clowns." "Why are people laughing at me?" "I have no funny makeup on my face." "And here comes Penelope Pitstop." "You mean, "Here goes the beautiful Penelope Pitstop. "" "Right into the sewer." "Where are you taking me, you hooded sewer scoundrel?" "Up into the old, unsafe Petromolitan Opera House... which is about to be torn down." "Where else?" "Let me go, you coward." "I'll be late for my performance." "But you won't be... because you're going to perform on this rickety old stage... in a drama called The Last of Penelope." "Act 1, Scene 1." "As the organ plays, the vibrations shake the old building." "First, the big chandelier comes crashing down." "Then the stage ceiling starts to buckle over Penelope." "Sorry I can't stay for the smashing finale." "No!" "The ceiling is about to fall." "Is there nothing you can do, Penelope?" "I can kick open the trap door center stage... and fling myself through it." "Wow!" "That was close, Penelope." "I'm not out of danger yet." "My!" "Those ominous sounds tell me... that the entire stage above is about to crash down on little old me." "So I'm going to have to cut my little old bonds." "Then cut out of here." "Oh, dear!" "The whole big little old building is about to fall." "Help!" "Penelope's going to get smashed." "Quick, Zippy." "Make with the balloons." " Right, Clyde." " I'll hold the line steady." "Steady as she goes, Clyde." "Reel us in." "I got her." "Thank you, fellas." "Now I can rejoin the circus parade uninterrupted." "So the big show is on, and everyone is there, including..." "You guessed it, buster." "I've got Penelope's horse, Butterfly." "You both know what to do?" "Right, Claw." "Tell her Butterfly lost a shoe... and you're taking his place." "Right, Claw." "Then bring her to the old barn, where I'll be waiting." "Fathers, mothers and children who all got in free... your benefactress, Miss Penelope Pitstop." "Go back, horsy, honey." "The audience is that way." "Arriving a bit late, The Anthill Mob witnesses Penelope's peril." "After her." "It's a runaway horse." "It reminds me of my first merry-go-round ride." "Yeah, reminds." "Help!" "Too bad the kiddies are missing this." "I'll stop him with my genuine cowpuncher's lariat." "I got her!" "Everybody hold on to the rope." "Be sure and hold on tight... 'cause this is where you clowns get dropped from the show." "What the..." "Once again, Penelope is prey to the perils of The Hooded Claw." "Get this for a dastardly deed." "When I start that electric fan... it'll blow the balloon holding the anvil over to the pitchfork... which will pop the balloon, sending the anvil down... onto that end of the seesaw." "You will then slide down through the floor... into the mechanical hay baler... which will package you forever in a bale of hay." "Is there no end to your villainy?" "Not quite, for I shall replace you at the circus... and you'll never be missed." "To horse!" "On with the show!" "But hold on." "Here comes The Anthill Mob." "Will they be fooled by The Hooded Claw's disguise?" "Look, it's Penelope." "She's okay and heading back to the circus." "Come on." "Let's join her." "Those fools were fooled... and now it's too late to save the real one... unless Penelope gets an idea." "I have one." "Butterfly!" "Come get the lovely sugar in my pocket, sugar." "I hope Penelope's sugar-lump plan can bail her out... of this bale of hay she's baled in." "It is working!" "Here comes Butterfly... after the lump of sugar in Penelope's pocket." "I'm free!" "Thank you, Butterfly." "Here's your sugar, sugar." "The show must go on." "Meanwhile, The Hooded Claw, posing as Penelope... sees her enter the big top." "This calls for a quick change of plans." "Hello, Penelope, my dear." "Mr. Sneekly." "How kind of you to volunteer your services for the kiddie show." "What an act!" "A circus quick-change artist." "How exciting." "Who else can you change into?" "Watch." "I am The Hooded Claw." "Never!" "I would stake my rather vast fortune on that." "You will, my dear." "You will!" "Help!" "I'll get you, Penelope Pitstop."