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.
l'll get you, Penelope Pitstop.
When we last left Penelope, she had arrived...
at the Pitstop Department Store to help introduce...
the latest Paris fashions.
Unaware that The Hooded Claw had rigged a ruthless rocket...
to the elevator...
Penelope Pitstop is being rocketed recklessly to her ruin!
Oh, dear! l had better put on the emergency brake.
Sorry, Penelope, but the brake is broke.
And guess who broke it.
We've gotta get to that department store quick.
lf l know The Hooded Claw, Penelope's in danger.
Snoozy! Wake up and step on it!
Anything you say, Clyde.
Here you are, Clyde.
Oh, brother! l mean step on the gas.
We'll never make it.
Yes, we will. There's the door.
Look, Clyde, look!
Penelope's gonna rocket through the roof.
What'll we do now, Clyde?
Get this brick out of my mouth.
Now quick, Chug-a-Boom. Take the stairs and cut her off at the fifth floor.
They made it. But how will they stop the elevator?
What are you doing?
l'm pressing the elevator button.
You button-brain! That won't work.
Hi, fellas.
Well, what do you know. lt worked.
Step to the rear, please.
Thanks to me, everybody's going to recklessly rocket to their ruin.
We're all gonna crash.
Quick, Pockets, we need an inner tube and some swim fins.
lnner tube and swim fins coming up.
-Are we going to the beach, Clyde? -No, you dum-dum.
You're going to the roof...
and stretch this inner tube across the shaft.
l do hope he makes it.
Tennis, anyone?
lf l must, l must.
But it's for the good of all.
So what?
So this!
Blast!
Now Dum Dum can hook the inner tube across the shaft...
and stop the elevator.
lt worked, and Penelope and the Mob are safe.
Blast!
But no matter.
There's plenty of time to finish that Pitstop before the store closes.
-Right, Bully Brothers? -Right, Claw.
Now that l'm rid of that terrible Hooded Claw...
l can get back to the fashion show.
And we won't let you out of our sight.
Coming through.
Goody! Here come the new fall dresses.
What happened? Penelope's gone!
They don't call me the hooded dress-rack raider for nothing.
Goodness! This is really what l'd call a hang-up.
l'm afraid there's more than a hang-up in store for you, Penelope.
lf you'll notice, Pitstop, we're in the toy department...
and you will also notice you're tied to a 10-foot tall kiddy slide.
l gather you don't intend to toy around with me, you fiend.
You get the picture. Now, let me finish.
At the top of the slide is a lawnmower which is held by a string.
The other end of the string is tied across...
the tracks of that tinny-tiny train set.
When the toy train runs over the string, its sharp little wheels will cut it.
Then, my dear...
the lawnmower will roll down the slide...
and right over you.
You mean....
Right. You'll be mowed down...
flatter than a pancake, Pitstop.
The Anthill Mob will surely save me.
l wouldn't count on it, kiddo.
They'll be too busy rescuing those Penelope decoy dummies.
Farewell, Pitstop.
-One thing, Hooded Claw. -What's that?
Be sure and return the lawnmower to the garden department...
when you're finished.
Blast.
So as the tinny toy train races down the tiny toy tracks...
The Anthill Mob races through the store looking for Penelope.
We'll never find her. Never, Clyde.
lf you'll shut up with the laughing, we can split up and search the store.
-Now get going, you guys. -Right, Clyde.
Penelope!
Penelope.
Eenie, meenie, miny, mo....
Mo.
l'll take this Penelope.
l've got her.
lt looks like we both got her.
You dummies! All you found was a bunch of dummies.
But they're all Penelopes, Clyde.
Meanwhile, the real Penelope is still in real danger.
Don't you just love toy trains?
Speaking of trains, the good guys are finally on the right track.
There she is, Clyde. Tied to a slide.
And she's gonna be mowed to pieces by that lawnmower.
We gotta bowl over that tinny toy train before it cuts that string.
l'll get a bowling ball, Clyde.
Here it is.
That's no bowling ball! That's a dumbbell, you dum-dum.
No wonder it's so heavy.
l knew you wouldn't let me down.
And they didn't let me down either.
lt's lucky we landed on a brand-new bed, Clyde.
So much for the brand-new bed.
And so much for little old me.
Hurry up, you guys. We're running out of time.
Wrong. You're running into this.
-On the double, Zippy. -Right, Clyde.
We're going the wrong way.
But the toy train isn't, and it's just about to cut the string.
Oh, dear!
''Oh, dear''is right. Our heroes are still going the wrong way.
Wait a minute. They've changed direction.
Faster, Zippy.
l'm saved!
-She's saved, Zippy. Stop. -l can't. l'm going too fast.
Watch out for that window.
Lucky this little old crane was here.
But get a load of who's at the controls.
Penelope!
lt's you.
l suppose you have another evil plan planned for me?
Evil plan? Bite your tongue.
But l do have a little surprise for you.
Like what?
Like swinging you into that powerful pile driver, Pitstop.
ls that puny pile driver plan supposed to scare me?
No, but it'll make you a few feet shorter.
Ta-ta !
ls Penelope to be mashed by that hooded masher smasher?
Quick, Chug-a-Boom. Pulverize that pile driver.
Pulverize!
Hold it.
l don't think this is gonna work.
Well, you guys had better work out something fast.
lf we had some stairs, we could grab Penelope.
l'll build some with this wood.
Got enough nails, Dum Dum?
Nails? What's nails?
Nails is what holds the stairs together, you dum-dum.
Meanwhile, up above, Penelope swings closer and closer...
to the pounding pile driver.
l am certainly going to complain about the noise.
Quick, Zippy. Grab that cement mixer and a sack of quick-drying cement.
Right, Clyde.
What are those guys up to now?
Okay, Chug-a-Boom, up to the top.
What's the plan, Clyde?
We're going to seal up the pile driver with the quick-drying cement.
l hope their quick-drying plan works.
Just to make sure, l have a little old plan of my own.
lf l can just reach one of those little old beach balls....
Here goes.
Pardon me.
Now that's what l like, a quick sale.
Now, to let the air out of the little old beach ball.
That's using the old beach ball, Penelope.
Safe!
Look, Clyde. Penelope's safe.
No need for the cement now. Dump it, Dum Dum.
-Right, Clyde. -Wrong way!
Don't worry, fellas. l'll catch you.
Some Quick Grow and water will put you back in shape in a jiffy.
Thanks, Penelope. You saved us.
So what.
Oh, my!
Look, Clyde. lt's the hooded plumber.
''The hooded plumber''is right.
That foul, black-hearted, villainous fiend has Penelope in his grasp again.
Why don't you go stick your nose in some other villain's business?
And now, my dear Penelope, you're going to do a little waterskiing.
Right, boys?
Right, Claw.
You are losing your touch, Claw.
Everybody knows you can't go waterskiing without water.
Exactly.
ln fact, it's downright dangerous without water.
All right, you Bully Brothers, start the motor.
Right, Claw.
Farewell forever, Pitstop!
Poor Penelope's fate is tied to a runaway speedboat...
and she's headed for those posts!
Oh, dear!
That was a narrow miss for our Miss Penelope.
And speaking of misses, here come those seven misfits...
right behind her.
Don't worry, Penelope. We've just about got you.
Here we come, Penelope.
You soft-headed Softy. What's the big idea of stopping?
This cute little cuddly teddy bear fell off the shelf.
l just couldn't run over it.
Oh, brother.
Oh, brother! Softy's soft heart saved the teddy bear...
but not Penelope.
Now she's headed into the street, followed by The Anthill Mob.
lt looks like a runaway boat is taking her into the Prune Picker's Picnic Park.
ln a minute, they'll be picking up Pitstop pieces...
in the Prune Picker's Picnic Park.
lt looks like the hooded fiend has picked the right park.
Penelope is sure to end up a pitted Pitstop.
Oh, mercy. l do hope l don't spoil this little old picnic park.
Maybe you won't, Penelope, but The Anthill Mob might.
Penelope's gonna barrel into that brick barbecue.
No, she won't, because we're gonna run interference.
Good going, fellows. Just in time.
l'm afraid this peril is not over for our hapless heroine yet...
because Penelope is headed out of the park...
back up the street, and straight for the department store!
We'll never reach her in time.
Hurry, fellows. She's headed right for the elevator.
The elevator. Why, that's where l started.
Yes. And that's where you'll be finished.
She's a goner.
Step on it, Zippy.
Don't worry, Clyde. l'll save her.
Good thinking, Softy. Make with the trombone.
What a save!
lsn't it wonderful? Thanks to you little old fellas...
everything ended on a happy note.
And now l can get back to the fashion show.
Blast! Come on, Bully Brothers.
Right, Claw.
And where are you going, Hooded Claw?
lt shouldn't be a total loss. l'm gonna watch the fashion show.
Then...
l'm going back to the diabolical drawing board, you busybody.
And l'm not even telling you what l've got planned for Penelope Pitstop...
the next time we meet.
Help!
l'll get you, Penelope Pitstop.
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