"Once again, Yankee Doodle Pigeon takes off on another dangerous journey." "His mission, get those secret messages through  and that isn't easy when the dreaded Vulture Squadron is after you." "Men of the Vulture Squadron, we're going to stop that pigeon if we have to follow him to the end of the earth." "That's where we followed him last... time." "There he is." "Follow that pigeon." "Hello." "Oh, no, no, General." "No, we didn't stop the pigeon yet." "We got a little hung up." "What did he say?" "What did he say?" "He said he's transferring us to another theater of operation." " What a place... to be stationed." " Yeah." "The only things flying around here are seagulls." "Relax, chief." "At least they don't carry messages." "That's right." "We won't be pestered by that pesky pigeon way out here." "It's..." "It's..." "It's Yankee Doodle Pigeon." "Oh, dear, I guess he got transferred too." "Well, men, I guess you know what this means." "We stop the pigeon?" "Right." "Are you sure this bundle of sticks will fly, Klunk?" "Absolutely." "Well, when do we take off?" "Any minute now." "It works!" "We're flying!" "We're flying!" "And there's the... pigeon." "Prepare for Operation Coconut Clobber." "All... ready." "Coconuts away." "Well, oh, wise one got any ideas how to get us out of this mess?" "We... use the paddles." "Come on, Zilly, get aboard." "Klunk is sure this invention will work." "Not me." "I'm not getting on that flying catamaran." "Muttley, you know what to do." "Okay, Klunk, hoist the main brace and splice the scuppers." "Aye, aye, sir." "Stand by to fire the harpoon." "Standing by." "Ready." "Fire." "Well, we won't have to row back this time." "We've got a sail." "Yeah, yeah, yeah." "Okay, Muttley, I guess you know what this means." "Faster, faster." "We'll never make it back to the island at this rate." "Dick Dastardly." "Klunk, this is the most stupid, idiotic, non-workable idea you've ever had." "But I'm desperate." "Go ahead and cut the rope." "Right, chief." "Now that we're up here, how are we supposed to stay up?" "Spin the... propeller." "Propeller?" "What propeller?" "I knew I forgot something." "Okay, genius, how do we get back to the island?" " We swim." " Give me one good reason why I should swim all the way back to that island." "I'll give you... four." "Sharks!" "Let's start swimming!" "Not bad, Klunk." "I think this idea will work." "Now, when the pigeon flies by, I'll net him like a flying trout." "Here comes the poor fish now." " What's... that?" " What's what?" "Drat and double drat." "Don't just stand there, Muttley." "Get us down from here." "Nice going, Muttley." "For that quick thinking, I'm going to give you a medal." "Oh, boy." "Oh, boy." "It's the Doghouse Medal." "That's where you're going to be for the next 30 days." "Dick Dastardly." "Okay, Klunk, this is your last chance to come up with a good idea or I'm busting you to private no class." "Oh, dear." "Now it's gonna rain." "I've got it." "Poor Klunk." "I guess the pressure's too much for him." "He's starting to crack up." "It's all my fault." "I've been too hard on the poor nincompoop." "Fasten your seat belts, because we're... taking off." "I get it." "If the pigeon won't come to the island, we take the island to the pigeon." "Faster." "Faster." "After that pigeon." "We've got him this time." "Oh, no." "Hello." "You're transferring us again?" "Some place where there are positively no pigeons?" "Oh, thank you, General." "Thank you." "Well, the general is right." "There aren't any pigeons in this place." "Just these kooky little Moon people." " It's Yankee Doodle Pigeon!" "Gangway!" " Help!" "Let's get out of here!" "Very strange, these Earth people." "Yes, very." "Klunk says we're ready to take off with another cartoon." "Oh, dear." "Yankee Doodle Pigeon starts his perilous journey, delivering top-secret messages  unaware that the Vulture Squadron is closing in on him  ready to carry out Klunk's diabolical plan, Operation Bowling Alley." "Stay right behind him, Muttley, no matter where he goes." "Yeah, yeah, yeah." "Okay, chief... it to him." "Right." "Muttley, do something!" "Klunk, the way your dumb inventions backfire I sometimes wonder whose side you're on." "You'll like..." "Operation Octopus, chief." "Hello." "The pigeon's flying messages over Holland?" "Right away, General." "We'll hop over to Holland right away." "Klunk says your plane is the octopus, and we chase the pigeon to you, D.D." "It doesn't look like an octopus to me." "Push the... button, Muttley." "Yeah, yeah, yeah." "All right, Muttley, it works." "Now put me down." "I'm afraid to get in the air with that thing around." "Muttley, fetch." "Yeah, yeah, yeah." "There's the pigeon." "Oh, dear." "Chase him up to me, fearless flyers." "Now I press the button." "Now I've got you." "Unhand me, you mechanical nitwit." "Muttley, do something!" "Drat and double drat." "Hey, chief." "I'll lower a rope and... you up." "What did you say?" "What did you say?" "Of all the stupid things." "Zilly, get down here and rescue us." "Coming, D.D. Oh, dear." "Oh, my." "Klunk, you ride the left wing." " Right, chief." " Muttley, you ride the rudder." "Yeah, yeah, yeah." "And I will ride this wing." "Get going, Zilly." "I don't want to overload the plane." "I'll get out and walk back." "Stay in that cockpit, or you'll walk into a knuckle sandwich, you chicken." "There's the pigeon!" "Get this thing in the air, Zilly." "That's an order." "I'm trying." "I'm trying." "Give me the controls, you dumbhead." "Oh, dear." "Oh, my." "We've got him now." "Don't bother me now, Muttley." "Can't you see I'm busy?" "What's wrong?" "I'm losing speed." "Yikes, no wings." "Hello." "Stop the pigeon?" "How?" "We just lost our last plane." "Build one?" "With what?" "We don't even have a propeller." "Or do we?" "This is your commanding officer, men." "Is everybody ready?" "Yeah, yeah, yeah." "Right... chief." "As ready as I'll ever be." "Oh, dear." "Oh, my." " Take it up, Muttley." " Yeah, yeah, yeah." "There's the pigeon, Klunk." "What do we do now?" "You and Zilly follow me, chief." "I'll... show you." " He's diving, Muttley." "After him!" " Yeah, yeah, yeah." "Windmill." "Somebody do something!" " Oh, dear." "I'm getting dizzy." " Stop the... machine." "Oh, dear." "Oh, my." "What happened?" "Well, the way I see it, the... wasn't strong enough to:" "Oh, knock it off, Klunk." "Drat and double drat." "Hey, the brakes are out!" "I can't understand why his brakes aren't working." "I fixed them so they'll stop on a dime." "You owe me a dime, chief." "I can't wait to pay you off." " What is it, Klunk?" " My new... invention." "Watch." "It's an ice cream tree." " Have one, chief." " Why, thank you." "What flavors do you have?" "Cucumber, zucchini, lima beans and asparagus." "Why, that's ridiculous." "Can I help it if I'm a... vegetarian." "Muttley, can't you do anything right?" "Give me that." "Here." "Hold this fishbowl while I show you the proper way to clean house." "Five, four, three, two, one, zero." "Ground control to Astromutt." "You are now approaching Planet X." "Your orders are to land and explore the planet." "It looks like company's coming." "Unwelcomed company." "But I, Emperor Dastardly, the scourge of the universe will make our visitor wish he'd stayed at home." "Looks like our friend is having his ups and down." "So he wants to play rough, eh?" "Okay." "Okay." "My motto is:" "The bigger they are, the harder they fall." "And here comes our fall guy now." "Muttley!" "Give me that fishbowl." "I can't trust you to do anything right." "Me and my big mouth." "Subtitles by SDI Media Group" "[ENGLISH]"