ANNOUNCER: Up and at them, it's Atom Ant.
His strength, his might, his speed, his fight.
He's Atom Ant, that tiny ant.
And his atomic power has what it takes and always makes the vilest villain cower.
He's rough, he's tough, and bad guys yell "Enough "...
...when he is up and at them, Atom Ant.
NARRATOR: Built on a rock in the middle of the ocean...
...is the maximum security prison known as Rebel's Island.
From here, no one has ever escaped.
And this is Cell Block 13...
...where the famous underworld leader, Big Fats Dynamo has just been brought in.
Hey, Big Fats, the word is that you gave yourself up...
...so you can be the first con to break out of Rebel's Island.
You guys heard right.
Gee, Big Fats, can we go with you?
Sure. Be my guests.
- Thanks, Big Fats. - You is a gentleman.
(ALARM WAILING)
There they are. They're crashing through the gate on a laundry truck.
I used a laundry truck so we could make a clean getaway.
(LAUGHS)
I hate to do this to Big Fats, but he leaves me no choice.
Send for Atom Ant.
NARRATOR: And so the call goes out.
The signal reaches the secret headquarters...
...of that mighty mite, that superhuman, Atom Ant.
Here, deep in his underground laboratory...
...we find our heroic defender of justice busy at work.
(ATOM ANT LAUGHS)
ATOM ANT: Boy, I love to keep busy reading comic books.
Uh-oh. I'm picking up a distress signal on my ant antenna.
WARDEN (OVER RADIO) : Devil's Island calling Atom Ant.
Big Fats Dynamo, world's most wanted criminal...
...just broke out. Need your help. The warden.
Keep your hat on, warden, Atom Ant is up and at them.
There they are, Melvin. We got them, we got them.
Relax, you guys. I'll take care of them guys.
All right, Big Fats. Give me back our laundry truck.
You mean you want me to come clean? Ha-ha-ha!
(CRASH)
No one could stop Big Fats except--
ATOM ANT: Who else but me?
It's Atom Ant.
You guys take a coffee break. I'll handle this.
Tell the warden I said aloha.
(LAUGHS)
Hey, who tripped me?
Not me, Fats. I wouldn't do a thing like that.
Me neither. You must've tripped over that itty-bitty ant.
Correct. You were tripped up by me, Atom Ant.
Ha-ha-ha! That's a hot one.
An itty-bitty ant tripping Big Fats Dynamo.
I'm gonna squish him with my thumb, I am.
Hey, what's going on?
Do you surrender, Mr. Dynamo?
BIG FATS: Surrender? Are you kidding?
Gosh. Big Fats got his lumps from an itty-bitty ant.
I can't believe it.
I don't believe it.
No itty-bitty ant can treat Big Fats Dynamo like that and get away with it.
I'll haul off and squish him good with this hammer.
Hold still, Atom Ant. This is the moment of truth.
I got him. I got him.
Boy, I mashed him to a mish.
I'm afraid I'm going to have to hammer a little sense into his hard head.
I did it with my own little Atom smasher.
(LAUGHS)
What the--?
Ooh, ouch! Ooh, ouch, ouch, ooh!
Well, Mr. Fats, I hope I hammered the message home.
What are you gonna do now, Big Fats?
That ant bugs me so I'm gonna get a can of anti-ant repellant...
...and spray that bug right out of this world.
Gee, I don't know.
I think Atom Ant has put Big Fats' fat into the fire.
So long, wise guy. You are about to get asphyxiated.
In goes the good air, out goes the bad.
(COUGHING)
(LAUGHS)
This 10-ton steamroller ought to flatten that insect.
Looks like I'm gonna have to start playing rough with Big Fats.
(CRASH)
Now, cut that out, Atom Ant. Give me back my wheel.
Very well, if you insist.
Every time I open my big mouth, I put my foot in it.
Are you guys gonna just stand there and watch a guy get squished?
No, Big Fats. We're gonna close our eyes.
(BIG FATS YELLS)
I'm sick and tired of being a nice guy. From now on, I'm gonna get nasty.
What do you say, Fats?
Maybe we ought to give ourselves up, huh?
I ought to wash your mouth out with soap for saying such a nasty thing.
This world ain't big enough for me and that Atom Ant.
I'm gonna challenge him to a showdown.
Okay, Mr. Dynamo, I accept your challenge.
Show me down.
I'm giving you two minutes to get out of town.
ATOM ANT: Pardon me for being nosy.
Hold it, Atom Ant. That's stretching things a little too far.
How'd you like a rap on the schnozzle, like this?
Well, that about wraps up the case of Big Fats.
Gosh, Fats, you look kind of funny.
Are you all right?
Of course I'm all right.
That does it.
We give up, Mr. Atom Ant. You're just too much.
INMATE: Take us back to prison where it's safe.
My pleasure, gentlemen.
Thanks to you, Atom Ant...
...Big Fats will never be a prison dropout again.
What do you mean?
WARDEN: Any time he gets unruly, we put an ant in his cell.
There isn't an ant in the place that can't whip Big Fats now.
- Look for yourself. - Help. Get him out of here.
Help. Help.
Come on down and fight, fatso. You ain't so tough.
Go pick on somebody your own size. Help.
ATOM ANT: I get the picture, warden.
You might say it took an ant to make Big Fats say uncle.
(LAUGHING)
ATOM ANT: Well, uh, goodbye, warden. - So long, Atom Ant.
Up and at them!
I sure wish he'd use the door like everybody else.
Just an average day in the life of "Up and at them" Atom Ant!