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 just made a daring parachute jump...
to publicize a statue unveiling.
Only to have that evil aviator, The Hooded Claw...
snip the parachute lines...
and send her plummeting down 1,000 feet...
where the Bully Brothers wait to catch her in a crate of wildcats.
And it looks like they're going to catch my little old parachute, too.
Hey, how can that light-as-a-feather parachute...
pass up that heavy-as-a-hamburger Pitstop?
I've lost some weight, you know, Claw.
It's a good thing, too. For that light as a feather parachute...
has caught itself between two tree limbs to form a net.
- I'm safe! - Blast!
Blast!
Help!
Penelope, what happened?
Why aren't you at the unveiling ceremony?
According to my little old gas station map, this is where the ceremony should be.
Well, your little old gas station map is wrong.
You should be in Slipover, New Jersey, across country.
Good heavens. I mustn't keep them waiting.
Help me down.
I just happen to have a parachute-net retriever with me.
How ingenious!
Hold the net down, fellows, while I help her out.
Right, Clyde.
- Help, Clyde! - Zippy, go bring them back.
You heard Clyde, Chug-a-Boom. Go fetch.
Penelope, my dear, are you all right?
Why, Sylvester Sneekly. What are you doing here?
I saw you fall and was speeding to save you.
As you can see, I'm safe. Now I must get to the unveiling.
Of course, but not till you're checked for possible injuries.
- Then I'll take you. - Oh, you're such a humanitarian!
Doctor Killpatient...
will you take Miss Pitstop to the first-aid station?
Right, Sneekly.
Goodbye, Penelope. We'll see you at the unveiling ceremony.
Goodbye. And thank the boys for me.
You're all so kind and benevolent.
Yes, my dear.
Just a minute.
- What is it? - You're also patriotic, sincere...
and protector of homeless aardvarks.
I know.
So, once again that hooded protector of homeless aardvarks...
has captured our Penelope.
Stop the car over that open pit.
Right, Claw.
Why did you stop over that pit, you fiend?
Because pits are for Pitstops, nosy. Watch.
We must be at the first-aid station.
How clever.
It's The Hooded Claw.
Welcome to your latest peril.
If you'll notice, I've tied you up on top of the table.
And hanging directly over you is a glass-sharp stalactite.
The slightest noise will cause it to fall.
Watch.
Sorry I can't stick around to see you stuck in the ground.
So, that hooded fiend leaves Penelope alone...
and helpless to await her fate.
And the way things look, she won't have to wait long.
But hold everything! Here comes The Anthill Mob.
Some litterbug threw her purse in the road.
That's not a litterbug purse, that's Penelope's purse.
What's it doing near that pit, Clyde?
I don't know. Pockets, go check it out.
I'll yell into the pit and see if she's there.
No, Pockets, don't!
Penelope!
Too late.
If that little old stalactite broke loose from a little old yell...
it should break up over my singing.
Do, re, me, fa, so, la, ti, do
How about that?
Penelope's voice shattered the glass-sharp stalactite.
And the point cut her bonds, to boot!
I'm free! And I'm safe, to boot.
Penelope, are you down there?
Yes. But there doesn't seem to be any way out.
Stay put and I'll get you out of there...
with this balloon lift.
- That's it. Hold on. - I've got it. Thank you.
- Hey, wait! - You balloon brain.
Your balloon had too much lift.
And it's carrying Penelope away.
After her!
She looks just like a beautiful bird in flight.
Yeah.
Well, what have we here? A beautiful bird in flight?
You vulture. Unhand me.
The Hooded Claw's got Penelope.
You're not going to believe this, but he's bringing her here.
Yeah, he's probably decided to be good and turn over a new loaf.
Bye, Penelope. Sorry I was such a meanie.
Farewell, Mr. Claw. Be good now.
How did you ever manage that, Penelope?
I simply appealed to his sense of fair play.
She simply appealed to my sense of foul play.
Actually, I just wanted to trap them all together.
All right, Bully Brothers, get them before they drive away.
Right, Claw.
What's happening?
It looks like Penelope's date for the unveiling ceremonies...
will have to be postponed for a more pressing engagement.
That hooded fiend hoodwinked me.
And we're gonna be flattened like a can of sardines.
I'll stop it with this handy lunch whistle.
- Oh, boy, lunchtime. Stop the machine. - Right.
- We're safe! - Sorry, Penelope.
We can't go on until we repair the Chug-a-Boom.
Oh, dear. I can't wait that long.
I'll just borrow this little old handy jalopy and go on ahead.
Bye-bye.
What am I saying?
So, Penelope speeds on ahead towards Slipover, New Jersey.
But wait a minute!
Who's this slipping up behind her? It's the Bully Brothers.
And guess who's waiting up ahead with a boulder?
- We'll pull ahead of her and block the road. - Right.
Rock-a-bye, Penelope.
Hello? Evil Henchman Employment Agency?
I'd like to complain about a couple of dodos you sent me.
So, Penelope continues cross-country...
through deserts and national parks...
while that hooded crisscrosser...
tries to double-cross her all the way across.
- We're ready, Claw. - Good.
Remember, you're a couple of bears begging food from the tourists.
Pitstop can't resist begging bears.
So when she stops, grab her!
Right, Claw.
How sweet!
Bears begging.
I can't resist giving them a little old handout.
Here's some mouth-watering kumquat fritters.
Enjoy yourselves.
Oh, my!
- We got her. - Good, now eat your kumquat fritters...
and enjoy yourselves.
So, The Hooded Claw makes off with Penelope...
leaving the Bully Brothers to enjoy themselves.
Goody. We get the goodies instead of the real bears.
Well, almost enjoy themselves.
And now, my pet, in exactly two minutes...
old spiteful geyser will erupt...
directly beneath you and force you up against that bed...
of steel spikes over you.
And to think, this is a tourist attraction.
Poor Penelope, is this to be her final fate?
Or can The Anthill Mob find her in time?
Stop! Look! Kumquat fritters and phony bear tracks.
- Penelope's been here. - Kumquat fritters.
- My mother's favorite. - Yeah. Fritters.
Follow those bear tracks, Chug-a-Boom.
There she is. Over that geyser.
And it's ready to erupt. Erupt at any second.
Come on, you guys. What's holding you up?
That's holding us up.
Beat it. We got no goodies for you.
Hey! Cut it out.
Quick, Penelope, you've got to think of something.
I have thought of something and I want to give it a whirl.
What a whirl!
It saved our girl.
He don't know it, but he's no poet.
Blast!
So once again, Penelope continues her journey on a motorbike...
as it speeds through the scalding desert.
Then scoots over snow-capped mountains.
And swims through raging floods.
Will she make it to the unveiling on time?
Not if I can help it.
Next to bears, Penelope can't resist sweet, little old lady hitchhikers.
A sweet, little old lady hitchhiker.
Even though I've no time to spare, I must give her a lift.
Hop on, you poor, bedraggled old thing.
Thank you.
- Where to, granny? - That lighthouse yonder.
- Here you are. - Thank you.
It was my pleasure.
Now it's going to be my pleasure, Pitstop.
The Hooded Little Old Lady.
You're so right.
If you'll notice...
each time that plumber's torch comes around with that searchlight...
it will burn a little of that rope until it snaps.
And then that harpoon gun will help hasten you to your doom...
on the rocks below.
You are despicable.
Harpoon guns away!
Is Penelope about to meet her doom on the jagged rocks below?
Or can those dashing do-gooders dash to her rescue in time?
Penelope's gonna be dashed on the rocks.
No, she's not. We're gonna save her in time.
But who's gonna save you in time?
Things sure look bad. This mob's been bouldered to the bottom.
And Penelope's on her last strand.
- Quick, Penelope, do something! - I am.
I'm gonna shake my little old boots off.
But how is that going to help, Penelope?
Watch.
I made a little old diving board.
I get it. You're going to swan dive to safety.
Right.
And save the fellows, as well.
Thanks, Penelope.
What a save! Three cheers for Penelope!
Hip, hip, hooray.
- Hip, hip, hooray. - Shut up.
Later, Penelope hops a fast freight train on the last leg of her journey.
I'll just run up to the engineer and pay my little old fare.
Surprise!
That's no fare. That's The Hooded Claw.
- Double surprise. - I'll just duck in here.
I'll just make sure you don't duck out.
Now that you've seen to it that I can't duck out...
what are your plans, you fiend?
Don't go away, Pitstop, and I'll show you.
If you will notice, I'm filling the boxcar with water.
When the car is fully filled, you'll be finally finished.
Not if I can use my head in my hat, you fiend.
I'll only have one little old shot.
What a shot!
You hooked your hat on the end of the hose and stopped the water.
But that hat won't hold forever.
Maybe I can untie this rope with my pearly white teeth.
You did it, Penelope!
And now, to swim out of here and save my hat.
Stop that. What do you think you're doing?
I'm saving my little old hat, Claw.
Blast!
Hop on, Penelope.
We'll get you to the unveiling much faster.
But how will little old me get down?
- Give her a hand, Pockets. - Right, Clyde.
So, with all possible haste...
Penelope is speeded to the unveiling...
where the committee waits patiently for Penelope's arrival.
Here I am. We can start the unveiling.
Good, 'cause I planted a time bomb on the statue.
I'm proud to dedicate this statue to a great man:
Sylvester Sneekly.
Sylvester Sneekly. That's me!
No! The bomb. It'll ruin my beautiful statue.
Look out, Penelope.
I'll save you, my dear.
A bomb!
A bomb.
Blast!
Thanks ever so ever for saving my life, Sylvester.
Penelope, my dear, wherever The Hooded Claw happens to be...
you can rest assured that I'll be there also.
Help!
I'll get you, Penelope Pitstop.