"Once again, Yankee Doodle Pigeon flies like the wind  to deliver another vital message." "You're flying like the wind to deliver a secret code?" "Plans for a secret weapon?" "Then why do you fly like the wind, brave little pigeon?" "It's Dick Dastardly and his dreaded Vulture Squadron." "Stand by to stop that pigeon!" "Execute Operation Apache Raid!" "Oh, boy." "That's my... favorite." "Yeah, yeah, yeah." "Apache Raid?" "That's dangerous." "Geronimo!" "Watch where you're shooting, you trigger-happy knotheads." "Yeah, watch where you're... zapping." "See, I told you it was dangerous." "You're either the worst shots in the world or you need your eyes examined." "Say, that's it!" "I bet you all need glasses." "Okay, Zilly, read the first line on the chart." " What chart?" " Just as I thought, you need glasses." " Okay, Klunk, read the second line." " That's easy, chief:" "Boy, have you got a problem." "You need binoculars." "Okay, Muttley, read the third line." "Where do you see any... on the chart?" "It's bifocals for you, Muttley." "Now, that's more like it." "Maybe you knuckleheads will be able to stop that pigeon after all." "How many fingers am I holding up, Zilly?" "Now, let me see..." " Four." " Correct." "Okay, Klunk, how many fingers?" "One, two, three... four." "And four and four and four more make 16." "Sixteen?" "Oh, well." "That's close enough." "Okay, Muttley, your turn." " Four." " Very funny, Muttley." "And now that you guys can see, let's stop that pigeon." "And so, equipped with corrective eyeglasses  and flying in Klunk's latest invention, the Aero Monster  the Vulture Squadron is back in action." "Take over the controls, Zilly." "Well, it's about time someone did." "It looks to me like we're flying upside down." "There, that's more like it." "Turn this plane back over, Zilly!" "And that is an order!" "Well, if you insist." "But it's a funny way to fly an airplane, if you ask me." "Go fetch that telescope, Muttley." "You clumsy airborne Airedale!" "I ought to let you have it." " Glasses." " Oh, sorry about that, Muttley." "I forgot you're wearing glasses." "There's that little popcorn moocher, dead ahead." "Ready with the hydromatic, synchro- meshed chicken plucker, Klunk?" "Ready with the... plucker." "Activate the plucker!" "Hey, there's a whole... flock of them." "Guess I'll take... that one." "No, I think I'll take... that one." "No, that... one." "Ah, there's a... better one." "Hey, watch where you're pointing that cotton-picking chicken plucker." "When they installed your brain, Klunk, they must have put it in upside down." "Upside down?" "I knew it." "Everything's upside-down." "There, that's lots better." "Well, don't just fall there, Muttley, do something!" "Better slow up, Muttley, we've only got a hundred feet to go." "Five hundred feet?" "Nice going, Muttley." "You deserve a medal." "Yeah, yeah, yeah." "And here it is." "The Royal Order of Sour Grapes, for having a raisin for a brain." "Dick Dastardly." "Here comes the other half of this half-witted squadron." "Help!" "Help!" "Well, don't just sit there like a bump on a log." "Go get something to catch them with!" "What's a nice guy like me doing in a kooky outfit like this?" "Nice catch, Muttley." "You butterfingered bush-leaguer." "Undaunted by this temporary setback  the Vulture Squadron is once again back to the attack  this time in Klunk's flying battleship, Old Tinsides." "Now remember, men, we work together as a team." "It's teamwork that counts." "Hello?" "Oh, yes, sir, General." "Yes, we're going to get the pigeon this time." "Oh, no, sir." "We won't goof." "My whole squadron is now wearing glasses." "Maybe I'm the one who needs glasses?" "Oh, I don't think I need..." "Well, if you insist, sir." "Here comes the... pigeons." "All four of them." "Where?" "I don't see any pigeons." "Right there." "In front of your... nose." "Oh, yes, now I see him." "That's no pigeon!" "That's some kind of prehistoric monster!" "Out of that seat, Zilly." "And let an officer in." "Well, you heard what he said." "We gotta stick together like a team." "Right." "Let's... go." "We:" "Klunk says we're ready to take off with another cartoon." "Oh, dear." "High in the skies, a desperate chase goes on  as an exhausted Yankee Doodle Pigeon strives valiantly  to stay ahead of Dick Dastardly's despicable Vulture Squadron." "Now, that's what I call a pooped pigeon." "He's run plumb out of gas." "Let's... and bag him." "Get off my back, you dumbhead." "Sorry, chief." "I'm... out of gas." "Oh, my." "Oh, dear." "What do you think this is, a family reunion?" "I'm out of gas too." "Drat and triple drat." "Hey!" "My beautiful station." "Well, just don't stand there." "Fill them up." "How's about a grease job, Mac?" "Okay, okay." "Here's the idea, chief." "We'Il:" "Would you repeat that, Zilly?" "He said, "We'Il:"" "I mean in English, you dumbhead." "Oh, he said we'll hover up high while you chase the pigeon and if you run out of gas, we'll drop a full tank to you." "Drat." "Klunk, I need gas." "Okay, chief." "Here it:" "Drat and double drat." "Look, wise guy, if you want gas, come in like the rest of the customers." "What do you mean, that last fiasco inspired this invention?" "See, we'll..." "Muttley." "He says that with all these tanks we can chase the pigeon clear around the world if necessary." "And when we catch him, Muttley will pull that lever." "Show me, Muttley." "Yeah, yeah, yeah." "And we drop the 800-pound tank on the pigeon." "Now he tells me." "Hello?" "Oh, but, General, we've been having a fuel problem." "But..." "But..." "No, I didn't call you a fool, sir." "I said we've been running out of gas." "Sorry, General." "Goodbye, General." "We're off to stop that pigeon." "Contact." "Now let's make contact with that blasted pigeon!" "Hey, wait, wait!" "You still owe me for the gas!" "You may pull the lever when ready, Muttley." "Yeah, yeah, yeah." "Look out!" "There." "Now that I have repaired this roof I only hope them flyboys will leave me alone." "Oh, no!" "Oh, boy." "Right through the new roof again." "Hurry, men, hurry!" "Let's get out of here before that crabby owner shows up." "With the 800-gallon wing tanks, there's no danger of running out of gas." "So when we get near the pigeon, Muttley lets him have it with the glue gun." "Yeah, yeah, yeah." "I didn't ask for a demonstration, you dumbhead." "Wait until we get in the air!" "It's the pigeon, men." "Let's get him!" "Nice going, Klunk." "Another one of your dumb inventions has just bombed out." "Oh, no!" "Now, now, don't lose your temper." "We're your best customers." "Do me a favor, take your business elsewhere." "You..." "You wrecker." "Muttley, do something!" "I've just about had it with your stupid inventions, Klunk." "You'll like this one, chief." "It:" "He calls it a "pigeon gobbler," chief." "Push the button on the dash, and..." "Okay, okay." "I like it." "I like it." "And if you run out of gas you can refuel in midair from the flying gas tank." "Muttley, fill her up." "Yeah, yeah, yeah." "Muttley." "Forty gallons, 50 gallons 60, 70..." "That does it, my fine-feathered enemy." "Chief... unhook the hose." "You'Il:" "Muttley, do something." " Medal?" " Oh, all right." "Here's a medal for you." "Now save me!" "Oh, boy." "Oh, boy." "Pin it on later, you blithering dumbhead." "Drat and triple drat." "Curses and some more drats." "Help!" "Help!" "Help!" "Hello?" "Well, no, General." "No, we haven't stopped that pigeon yet." "But we will as soon as..." "Just as soon as he rebuilds my gas station, that's when." "Our underground spring is..." "running dry, chief." "Well, we'll have to find another one." "I just located another underground spring, D.D." "Where?" "Where?" "Where is it?" "You're standing on it." "Get me out of here!" "This looks like the clutter of one of those stray animals that always follows you home." "The only pet I let you keep here is a fish." "That's what followed me home." "Meet Rex, my dogfish." "You want your baseball equipment?" "What's it doing in my desk anyway?" "Fielder's gloves, catcher's mitt and mask, baseballs." " Did I miss anything?" " The bats." "Muttley, go out and play in the woods like the other dogs." "Yeah, yeah, yeah." "Help!" "Help!" "Chief Lightfoot Dastardly has abducted me!" "Save your breath." "No one can hear you." "Oh, no?" "Daniel Boone will save me." "Look, here he comes now." "He's caught in the current." "And when he goes over that falls, he's a goner." "Have a nice trip, Dan." "Well, that's the end of your hero." "Now that Daniel Boone is out of the way, I can hold you for a handsome ransom." "It's Daniel Boone." "He's come to save me." "Okay, Dan, let's fight this out, man to dog." "Choose your weapons." " A feather?" " Yeah, yeah, yeah." "How do you fight with a feather?" "Oh, stop!" "Muttley!" "Stop fooling around and sweep the floor." "Subtitles by SDI Media Group" "[ENGLISH]"