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.
As you recall, when we last saw Penelope...
she was spending a relaxing day at the beach, being buried in the sand...
little realizing her evil guardian, Sylvester Sneekly...
alias The Hooded Claw...
had mixed the sand with the cement...
making it impossible for her to avoid an oncoming steamroller...
driven by none other than the Bully Brothers.
Will The Anthill Mob be able to unstick Penelope?
Or will she meet her flattening fate?
Hurry up! She'll be smashed flat.
If we can't pull her up, we'll pull her down.
- Quick, Zippy. Do your stuff. - Right, Clyde.
Hurry, you guys! Follow that Zippy.
We'll never reach her in time.
Here we come, Penelope.
Here she is, Clyde.
Quick, pull her down.
You masher!
Help!
It's not her, Clyde.
Quit clowning.
Oh, dear!
Now spread out, you guys, and find Penelope.
- Okay, boss. - Yeah.
It looks like the end is rolling near for poor Penelope.
Hurry, you guys! Hurry!
Can't you guys do anything right?
We got everybody on the beach except Penelope.
We'll just have to keep looking, huh, Clyde?
For once, you're using your head, Dum Dum.
- I am? - Yeah.
She's standing on it.
Well! I'll never come back to this beach again.
Patience, Penelope, help is just underfoot.
- Thank you, fellas. - You're welcome, Penelope.
Hey, no fair!
Look out! Pier!
As soon as we get out of here, we're gonna try another beach.
Don't you think we've had enough of the beach, Penelope?
Yeah. Let's go down to the boardwalk.
The boardwalk?
I do my best work on the boardwalk.
My, how nice to ride in a stroller again.
Yeah, and Chug-a-Boom likes it, too.
- You'll be safe with us, Penelope. - How true.
The Hooded Claw wouldn't dare try anything here on the boardwalk.
The silly blind trust of some people.
Wait, everybody. Look at that.
A little old merry-go-round!
How delightful! Let's all go for a spin.
How much is it for a ride?
For you, lovely lady, no charge.
How very generous! Thank y'all.
And for your adorable little tykes...
Here, kids, compliments of the louse... The house.
These balloons are pulling us upward.
Naturally. They're filled with helium.
The Hooded Claw. You'll never get away with this.
Oh, no? I'll even get away with you.
- Giddyap! - Right, Claw.
Oh, no! Those horse-hiding henchmen have got Penelope.
It's the Bully Brothers. They've got Penelope.
Can Penelope ride out of this boardwalk booby trap...
and save The Anthill Mob, as well?
This little old button is our only chance.
I just can't miss.
Happy day! We're saved!
Hey, fellas, come back for Penelope!
Hey, where you going?
I suggest you watch where you're going.
I thought you were steering.
Eight hot dogs with everything on them. And one can of oil for Chug-a-Boom.
- Clyde, the telephone's ringing. - Well, answer it, Dum Dum.
Oh, yeah. Hello?
Oh, brother.
Penelope, it's for you.
Goody! I just love phone calls.
Hello?
Deposit 10 cents for the first three minutes, please.
It looks like The Hooded Claw has netted himself a prize catch.
I should have known there was something fishy...
about that phone call.
Take her away.
What's the fishy phone caller up to this time?
Perhaps you're wondering what you're doing in that pile of fish.
All right, I'll bite.
If you'll observe...
we're heading for the Blistering Beach fish cannery...
whose proud motto is: "You catch 'em, we can 'em. "
- You can't mean... - You guessed it, kiddo.
In about 10 minutes, you'll be a canned case of Penelope.
You fiend!
Tell you what, since I'm in a good mood...
- I'll give you a blindfold. - I'd rather have a clothespin.
I can't bear the smell of freshly caught fish.
I'm not in that good a mood.
Is Penelope destined to be canned?
Or will The Anthill Mob find her...
before she ends up on the grocery shelf?
The Hooded Claw took Penelope somewhere across the bay.
So what? We'll just take the ferry and follow.
- Okay, Dum Dum, park her anywheres. - Right, Clyde.
I didn't mean on the bottom of the bay, you dum-dum!
Okay, Chug-a-Boom, start swimming.
Hey, Clyde, Dum Dum! Anyone!
Look behind you. You're being followed.
I mean, swallowed!
We've been swallowed by a whale!
- What'll we do now, Clyde? - For a start, we'll ignore you.
Pockets, have you got a box of bubble bath?
One box of bubble bath coming up.
What an embarrassing place to take a bubble bath.
We're not taking a bath, Softy. We're taking a powder.
Those bubble-brainers are using their bubble bath...
to bubble their way out of the whale.
So, using bubble bravery...
The Anthill Mob once again races to find Penelope.
Forward march!
Meanwhile, Penelope moves closer to her fishy fate.
Hurry it up. I'm double-parked.
Is there nothing that poor Penelope can do?
I can make a phone call, that's what I can do.
- Pockets, answer the phone. - Right.
Hello? Penelope? You don't say?
You don't say!
- Where is she? - She didn't say.
Big help you are.
- Quick, Zippy. Trace that call. - Right, Clyde.
There you are, Penelope.
I see it, but I don't believe it.
You'd better believe it, Hooded Claw.
For Zippy has told The Anthill Mob where to find Penelope.
There she is, Clyde. There she is!
She's headed for the cannery.
How do we reach her, Clyde?
We make the grab from the top of them barrels.
From the top of those barrels?
How are they going to get up there?
Good old Chug-a-Boom!
- We're one barrel short. - One barrel, coming up.
What did I say?
Here's the barrel, Clyde.
Our heroine's turn is next. Is it too late to save Penelope?
You bet your sweet lollipops.
Keep your lollipops, Hooded Claw. I'm betting on The Anthill Mob.
Okay, Chug-a-Boom, make with your fancy wheels.
Saw blade wheels?
What are they up to?
I get it, you can't can a Penelope without a cannery.
I'm saved.
And I owe it all to my fearless little old friends.
Blast!
Well, back to the old boardwalk.
Once again, Penelope and the Mob are back on the boardwalk.
Okay, you guys, now this time...
let's keep a sharp lookout for The Hooded Claw.
Don't worry, he won't catch us falling asleep on the job.
Hey, Snoozy, wake up!
Hey, look out!
- Yeah, watch it, Snoozy! - Wake up!
Don't worry, this'll wake him up.
Well, a customer.
- Hold it right there and say cheese. - Cheese.
Splendid. While you're waiting for the picture to develop...
wouldn't the little lady care for a photo memento...
of her ravishing beauty?
How can any woman say no to that?
That's it, madam. Hold that pose.
This certainly will make an unusual souvenir.
Boy, she sure looks like a realistic cavewoman.
Not to mention those two dummies in front of her.
All right, now, watch the birdie.
Penelope! She's gone!
Where could she have disappeared to?
Wouldn't you like to know.
It's The Hooded what's-his-name?
- Claw! - Yeah, Claw.
- And those two are the Bully Brothers. - We got to rescue Penelope.
Not so fast, jailbirds.
Now you're my prisoners.
That's what you think. Let's go, you guys.
All together.
Charge!
Quick, Chug-a-Boom, find Penelope's trail.
Come on, Chug-a-Boom, it's all up to you now.
- What is it, Chug-a-Boom? - I think he knows where she is.
He's pointing to that taffy stand.
There she is now, tied to that delicious taffy machine.
Yeah, and headed for that chopper.
- Faster. - Right.
Poor Penelope. What a gooey way to go.
Gooey? I say phooey on taffy machines.
- Quick, Zippy, let's get to her. - Right, Clyde.
- Yeah? - I meant the car, stupid.
Is this the end of the line for Miss Penelope?
Or will the good guys pull her from the taffy in time?
Not if I can pull this off.
This'll puncture their plans!
- Look out for those nails! - I can't stop!
That's great!
- We had some whatchamacallits. - Blowouts, Dum Dum.
We got to pump them up.
It's no use, Clyde. They won't hold air.
There are too many holes.
But wait. What's our Penelope doing with the taffy?
I'd tell you, sugar, but it's not polite to talk with your mouth full.
Good shot, Penelope. You patched the tires.
Hold everything. The Hooded Claw has switched pumps on Zippy.
Instead of air, that pump's got helium.
You tattletale, you.
We're floating up, Clyde.
Happy no landings.
Oh, my gosh! Look where we are.
We're hundreds of feet in the air.
- Hold it, Zippy. Stop pumping. - Okay, whatever you say.
- No, wait! Don't stop pumping! - I wish you'd make up your mind.
I wish you would, too, for time is running out for Miss Penelope.
Come on, fellas, find a way down.
We got to find a way down.
- I got it. Quick, toss out the anchor. - Right, Clyde.
It works better tied to the car, you dum-dum.
- We hit the power plant, you guys. - Yeah! Hooray!
And not a moment too soon.
Goody! I won't have to give up saltwater taffy after all.
Blast!
And so good vanquishes evil.
But what evil scheme does Sylvester Sneekly have in store...
for Penelope next time?
How dare you. As her guardian, none.
But as The Hooded Claw...
well, you'll have to find out for yourself.
Help!
I'll get you, Penelope Pitstop.