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 met Penelope, she was paddling up the Nanook River...
seeking to become the first woman to reach the North Pole.
But she is unaware that right behind her...
follows that foul fiend, The Hooded Claw...
who is going to run her down with the churning blades...
of that paddle wheeler's paddlewheel.
Row, row, row your boat Gently up the Nanook
Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily Soon you'll be chop-schnook
What a terrible voice.
That could only be The Hooded Claw.
Right, Pitstop.
But you won't have to worry about my singing much longer.
Oh, dear. He's gaining on little old me.
Don't give up the kayak, Penelope...
because here come those super seven, The Anthill Mob.
Penelope's going to be paddled to pieces.
Yeah. And on such a beautiful day.
What are we going to do, Clyde?
We're going to need more speed, that's what.
Don't worry, Clyde. I've got just the thing.
One genuine canvas sail coming up.
We're going the wrong way.
You sail-brained boob. The wind's blowing us back up the hill.
Quick, you guys, make with the ski poles.
Hurry, guys.
That paddlewheel peril is pulling up on Penelope.
How are you doing, kiddo? Your arms getting tired, I hope?
Don't get your hooded hopes up too high, you fiend.
I was captain of the girls' rowing team in school, you know.
Glad you told me. Now I know where to send the pieces.
We'll never make it!
Yes, we will.
Chug-a-Boom's going to ski jump off the end of this slope.
And we're going to grab Penelope as we fly over the Nanook.
This is going to be a chilling rescue.
I can't bear to look.
Neither can I.
You'd better look, you laughing lunkhead, you're driving.
The Anthill Mob.
They're going to rescue little old me.
But who's going to rescue little old them?
All right, Bully Brothers, show them your ski jump.
Right, Claw.
Look out for that tree.
You're a little late, you witless wonder.
But I'm not going to be late.
Look out for that paddle wheeler.
Meanwhile, The Hooded Claw's paddle wheeler...
continues to close in on our paddling Penelope.
Oh, dear. I've run into a little old strong current.
Penelope doesn't have a chance.
We could save her with a boat.
Keep quiet and let me think.
I got it! We can save her with a boat!
But where are we going to get a boat, Clyde?
Zippy's going to cut us one out of ice.
- Get zipping, Zippy. - Right, Clyde.
I protest.
Why not? Everyone else is.
We're coming, Penelope.
Thank goodness.
The spray from the river is ruining my little old hairdo.
Okay, Yak Yak, steer us toward Penelope.
But I'm not steering, Clyde.
Then who is?
No! Snoozy!
We're out of control!
We're going to crash into that paddle wheeler.
Look, we made a snow-cone covered paddle wheeler.
I'm safe.
Do you hear me, Claw?
I hear you, Pitstop.
Blast!
Later, our fearless Penelope continues...
her journey to the North Pole, riding a dogsled.
I just love riding a little old dogsled.
Oh, dear. "North Most Pole, True North Pole...
"Magnetic North Pole, Totem Pole. "
Whichever little old way should I go?
I'll be glad to show you, miss.
Who are you?
I'm Rudolf, the red-nosed Mountie.
Just relax and leave the driving to me.
All right, doggie. Oatmeal. Corn fritters. Chicken fat.
I do believe the word is "mush. "
Yes. Mush.
My, that was a short trip.
But this can't be the North Pole you've tied me to.
Right, Pitstop. And I'm not Rudolf.
The Hooded Claw. I should have known!
What cold-hearted plan have you planned for me...
in this cold, frozen land?
I'm only going to tell you once, so pay attention.
If you'll notice, you're tied to a post in the middle of a giant bear trap.
Tied to the trap's trigger, by a string...
is a succulent salmon just waiting for some hungry penguin to grab it up.
And when it does, the trap goes snap.
Why, you fiend!
Using a poor, hungry little old penguin to do your dirty work.
So report me to the SPCA.
- Turn loose the penguin, Bully Brothers. - Right, Claw.
So while the ravenous penguin races towards the succulent salmon...
our seven heroes streak across the snow...
hoping to thwart that terrible bear snap trap.
Penelope's going to get snapped in two.
Not if we can stop that fish-happy bird.
How are we going to do that, Clyde?
With a big fish, you sobbing softy.
Where are we going to get a big fish, Clyde?
I'm looking at one.
Now get out there and make like a fish.
But what if he eats me?
He'll get indigestion. Now take the fishing line and get going.
Can this foolish fish plan fool that hungry bird?
If it does, I'll be a monkey's uncle.
What little old monkey would have you for an uncle?
I got him, Clyde.
- Reel him in, Zippy. - Right.
Nice going, you zip-zip.
You reeled us right into that screwy penguin's igloo.
We'll never save Penelope now.
Yes, we will.
After that penguin.
Got him.
That's not the penguin.
That's an angry walrus.
So while the walrus has a ball...
playing volleyball with The Anthill Mob...
the little penguin bears down on the bear trap and our heroine.
Don't you just love hungry little penguins?
Things look bad, Penelope. What are you going to do?
I've got to save the little old Anthill Mob.
You have a plan?
No, I have a darning needle.
I get the point. You're going to use it as an ice pick.
Right. Now if I can just hit that little old giant block of ice.
Here goes.
Thanks, Penelope.
Look, Clyde, that cute little penguin's taking the salmon.
And Penelope's going to be snapped in the trap.
Quick, Zippy, stop that trap.
Right, Clyde.
I'm safe again.
Blast, again!
With this abominable snowman disguise...
I'll scare off those seven North Pole nudniks...
and grab that Pitstop.
How do I look, Bully Brothers?
- Abominable. - Good.
There they are now.
"Blah" yourself.
For heaven's sake! They're too stupid to get scared.
No matter. I got you anyway, Pitstop.
The Hooded Claw.
No! An abominable snowwoman.
I think she wants me to be her abominable boyfriend.
Don't tell me you're her other boyfriend?
Help!
Oh, dear! The Hooded Claw is in trouble.
And is he going to get it.
Even though he may not deserve it, I just must save him.
Honest, fellow, you can have all 1,200 pounds of her.
Just put me down.
I might have known he'd put me down over a 10,000-foot cliff.
Oh, dear! He's falling too far out to catch.
A bucket of water will fix that, Penelope.
How clever! A quick-frozen bridge.
- Thanks, Pitstop. - Think nothing of it.
I won't.
Next time, I might resist the impulse to save you, you scoundrel.
Out of my way, you pesky pests.
No! The Hooded Claw has pilfered Penelope again.
Can you hear me, Pitstop?
Too well, you fiend.
Good. If you will notice...
there is no escape from that comfy little cabin I put you in...
unless you want to fall a mile or so straight down.
I suppose you intend to leave me here until I freeze?
Heavens, no. I can't wait that long.
You like golf, Pitstop?
- I was champ. - Good.
Then you'll enjoy this one.
When I hit this little golf ball down the slope...
it will roll into a giant snowball.
And the snowball will knock you and that comfy cabin off the peak.
Then you'll end up the first ex-golf champ of the North Pole.
You're not a very sporting golfer.
I'm not a very sporting anything.
Is this fast-growing snowball going to put an end to our Penelope?
Penelope's going to be smashed by a giant snowball.
Not if we can build a brick wall in front of it.
Here are the bricks, Clyde.
Quick, Dum Dum, build a brick wall.
Right, Clyde.
You dum-dum! You built a brick bridge.
I thought it was a funny-looking wall.
That wall might be funny-looking...
but this giant snowball is no laughing matter.
I think it's funny.
We'll melt this overgrown snowball down to size with this electric heat lamp.
I'll go plug it in, Clyde.
Just what I was looking for. A plug.
And this is just the chance I was waiting for.
Oh, dear.
I'd better do something to stop that little old giant snowball.
What can you do, Penelope?
I can bake my favorite little old recipe. A giant sponge cake.
Flour, water, eggs, yeast, a pinch of salt...
and, yes, the most important ingredient of them all...
a sponge:
I hope your sponge-cake plan works...
because that giant snowball is almost to the edge of the slope!
Finished.
Now to shove it out the little old doorway.
Every man for himself.
It's time I vacated this comfy little old cabin.
We'll catch you, Penelope.
Thanks, fellas.
Blast!
Can't they do anything right?
And so, Penelope becomes the first woman to reach the North Pole.
Thanks to the little old Anthill Mob.
And speaking of North Poles...
what happened to that hooded polecat and his pals?
All right, Bully Brothers.
I admit we had a little bad luck this time.
But the next time...
it'll be all bad for that Pitstop.
Right, Claw.
Help!
I'll get you, Penelope Pitstop.