"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 left Penelope, she had fallen for a false front trap... set by that foul fiend, Sylvester Sneekly." "Yes." "I'm behind that phony front Penelope fell for." "I'll bet The Hooded Claw is behind this." "Indeed he is, Miss Penelope." "But hold on, for at this very moment, speeding to your rescue... is The Anthill Mob." "Faster, Chug-a-Boom." "Faster." "This beautiful mattress will save Penelope." "Otherwise she'll get such a smash." "Faster, Chug-a-Boom." "Faster!" "Hold your breath." "It's going to be close." "Saved." "By someone's comfy little old mattress." "Blast those muddling mattress heads, The Anthill Mob." "But no matter." "As The Hooded Claw..." "I'll make sure that this is Penelope's last roundup." "Later, Penelope reaches the Pitstop ranch house." "It looks peaceful enough." "I do hope I'm in time." "All set, Claw." "True to his word, The Hooded Claw has captured poor Penelope." "But where is he taking her?" "It isn't to a square dance, buster." "And a square dance it isn't." "For The Hooded Claw has taken Penelope to a broken-down ghost town... where he plans to make her the only ghost in town." "You scoundrel." "What peril is tied to this post you have tied me to?" "Glad you asked." "If you'll notice, my dear Penelope... this weak post is the only thing... that holds up this rickety-rackety old building." "And, notice, too, that the other end of this wretchedy-rochety rope... is attached to the music roll on that player piano." "When the piano plays, it rolls up the rope... and the rope pulls away the post." "Then, Pitstop, the whole building will fall on you." "You cad." "And I don't even care for that tune." "So as the player piano plays on..." "The Hooded Claw leaves Penelope to face the music." "Brave Penelope." "But wait." "The ever-ready Anthill Mob has picked up the trail." "Which way do I go, Clyde?" "Leave it to Chug-a-Boom." "Yes, yes!" "Good going, Chug-a-Boom." "Your super sniffer has picked up the trail again." "The trail ends in this ghost town." "Look at all those rickety-rackety buildings." "We'll never find her." "But inside, our ever-resourceful Penelope... uses an old Indian trick to signal for help." "Good thinking, Penelope." "You're going to use smoke signals, right?" "Right." "Lucky I was a little old Girl Scout." "Look." "It's Penelope's smoke signal for help." "Quick, you guys." "Inside." "Now, how did that brick wall get there?" "I'll never tell." "Hurry up, you guys." "We'll tunnel our way in." "Poor Penelope." "The piano plays on and the rope plays out." "Meanwhile, what's with the pick and shovel brigade?" "Boy, it's tough going, I'll tell you." "What a time to strike oil." "Oil, shmoil." "Let's go, men." "Quick, Dum Dum." "Cut a hole in the roof." "Not around them, you dum-dum!" "Oh, no." "Wouldn't you know it?" "They landed right in a cider bottle." "Nice going, you dum-dum." "How are we gonna get out of here?" "What we need is a plunger." "Did you say "plunger"?" "Here." "My heroes, The Anthill Mob." "Don't worry, Penelope." "That ricky-tick piano has played its last tune." "Yeah, it was just awful, too." "Okay, quick." "Out the back way." "Softy, wait." "You've hooked your suspenders." "Thank you, boys." "Don't worry, Penelope." "We'll never leave you again." "Sometimes they do the strangest things." "Speaking of strange things, a cactus grabbing Penelope?" "No, you fool." "It's me, The Hooded Claw in disguise." "It looks like Penelope is really stuck." "And this time with the sinister Hooded Cactus." "I mean, The Hooded Claw." "This old Indian teepee trick trap... will finish both you and your pesky friends, Penelope Pitstop." "The old teepee trick trap?" "I've never heard of it." "That's because I've just invented it." "You'll notice this teepee hangs out over the edge of the cliff." "Yes?" "Inside the teepee there's a phonograph... with a record of your pearly voice crying for help." "So far, so diabolical." "When The Anthill Mob race into the teepee to save you... they'll drop down and land on this branch... catapulting you and your rain barrel down the side of the mountain... where those jagged rocks will make cornmeal mush out of you." "My little cornball." "You can't scare me, you corny cad." "And while you're having a barrel of laughs..." "The Anthill Mob will fall to their foolish fates." "Isn't there one ounce of good in you?" "Yes." "I promise not to laugh." "Well, it's certainly no laughing matter... and I shudder to think of the awful fate in store for our brave heroes." "Penelope's gone!" "But what's this?" "A hair curler." "Would our Penelope primp at a time like this?" "No?" "You mean it's a daring plan?" "Let's hope so, for here comes The Anthill Mob now." "Help!" "Listen." "That's Penelope." "Come on." "Step on it." "We're coming, Penelope." "We're coming." "Help!" " Follow me, guys." " Help!" "I've got her, Clyde." "Help!" "And you're gonna get this." "Wow, what a gal!" "Penelope's hair curler sure came in handy." "It's springing her to safety." "Never mind little old me and my little old hair curler... what about The Anthill Mob?" "Sorry you asked." "This high-diving act needs a bucket of water to land in." "Here's the bucket." "And here's the water." "Look it." "The water's falling up." "Well, wise guy, what happened with the water?" "I had to ask." "Let's hope with a few more bounces, Penelope will be safe." "Hope again, smarty-pants." " All set, Bully Brothers?" " All set, H.C." "Good." "Here she comes." "And there she goes." "Penelope will meet the 4:15 right on the nose." "It looks like The Hooded Claw knows that train schedule pretty well... 'cause Penelope and the 4.:15 are racing to meet head-on at the crossing." "But here come the fearless seven to foil 4.:15." "All right, everybody keep a sharp eye out for Penelope." "That goes for you, too, Snoozy." "Here she comes now, Clyde." "She's right behind us." "Don't worry, Clyde." "I've got the situation well in hand." "Hi-ho, Chug-a-Boom!" "Away!" "That must be the 4:15, right on schedule." " Head her off at the pass, Dum Dum." " Right, Clyde." "I'll go tell her what we're up to." " Penelope." " Zippy!" "Listen, we're gonna head you off at the pass." "Don't worry." "Giddyap, Chug-a-Boom." "Well, if The Anthill Mob would quit horsing around... they might be in time to save Penelope." "But Penelope has worse trouble of her own." "The iron horse variety." "And would you believe it's exactly 4.:15?" "Come on, Chug-a-Boom." "Stop that stagecoach." "I'll do my best." "They stopped the stagecoach, but not the 4.:15." "All right, Pockets, do your stuff." "Where's Penelope?" "We lost her." "Quit sobbing on me." "I'm trying to think." "Well, you'd better think fast, Clyde, for at this very moment..." "Penelope is being railroaded by her arch enemy..." "The Hooded Claw." "And you'll never guess what I have cooked up for Penelope this time." "It looks like I got out of the frying pan and into the little old fire." "This is farewell, my dear Penelope." "For when this torch burns through the rope... you will be catapulted into the bottom of the lake... two miles away." "What a diabolical device." "Simple, yet very effective." "Nothing can save her now." "Is The Hooded Claw right?" "Can nothing save our Penelope?" "I've got my fingers crossed." "Well, uncross them, because The Anthill Mob is here to cross you up." "Lasso that boulder." "Got her." "Watch out for that cactus patch." "I do hope the water's not too cold." "Penelope!" "Fellas!" "Oh, no." "The Hooded Claw has finally done them in." "Not all of us." "Would you believe?" "That was the most chilling rescue ever." "I'm so happy." "Blast!" "Foiled by those soggy seven." "And that floating four-wheel pile of junk." "But next time, they won't have it so easy." "Meanwhile, back at the ranch..." "Penelope discovers the phone call was a hoax." "The phone call was a hoax." "That's what I just said." "Not only did The Hooded Claw try and do me in... but he owes me a dime for the phone call." "But The Hooded Claw's next trap is no hoax." "Let's give them a real housewarming, Bully Brothers." "Right." "I'll never be the same." "Look, Clyde, The Hooded Claw is taking Penelope for a balloon ride." "You mean I'm taking her for a last ride." "And besides, it beats walking." "Come on, you guys, don't let them get away." "Quit your clowning." "Everybody into Chug-a-Boom." "Come on, Chug-a-Boom." "Come back here!" "What a way to start a rescue." "I sure hope it works." "'Cause at the Last Chance Mine, The Hooded Claw gets another chance." "You'll get a big bang from my shoot-the-chute ride, Penelope." "That rock I tied to the ore car... will hurtle you down the mineshaft into a solid stone wall." "How cruel." "But there's more." "You'll notice I've also filled the ore car with an instantaneous explosive... which will go boom at the slightest bump." "I don't doubt it." "It's already ruined my new shoes." "Pleasant trip, my dear." "I wish I could say the same for you." "Is Penelope going to go boom?" "Or will Chug-a-Boom and the boys beat her to the bump at the bottom?" "What's to laugh at?" "We're heading for a cliff." "Quick, Dum Dum, the brakes!" "Right, Clyde." "Here you are, Clyde." "Oh, boy." "So, while The Anthill Mob rocks, Penelope rolls." "Rock and roll." "Come, now." "Luckily, I found this old pick in the ore car." "The sparks will burn through my bonds." "I am free." "Now to get this dreadful explosive out of the mine." "Oh, no!" "The ore car!" "Don't just stand there." "After that Penelope!" "Murder!" "Penelope makes up and away with The Hooded Claw's own balloon." "Help!" "Police!" "What am I saying?" "This is one way to get away from The Hooded Claw." "In his very own balloon." "That's funny." "Balloons should go up, never down." "No wonder it's going down." "It's loaded with those no-good Bully Brothers." "I know what's wrong." "I'll just get rid of the heavy little old sandbags." "Wait!" "Sand blast!" "I see you, fellas." "Hurry, Miss Penelope." "Anchors away!" "She did it!" "They did it!" "And as for you, Hooded Claw, how does it feel to be undone?" "No fair!" "Foul!" "But you just wait till next time." "I'll do her in, them in... and I'll even get you." "Help!" "I'll get you, Penelope Pitstop."