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♪ Supercar ♪

♪ With beauty and grace, as swift as can be ♪

♪ Watch it flying through the air ♪

♪ It travels in space or under the sea ♪

♪ And it can journey anywhere ♪

♪ Supercar ♪

♪ It travels on land or roams the skies ♪

♪ Through the heavens' stormy rage ♪

♪ It's Mercury-manned, and everyone cries ♪

♪ It's the marvel of the age ♪

♪ Supercar ♪

♪ Supercar! ♪

[loud booming]

[dramatic music]

[Masterspy] - Well, friend Zarrin,

and what do you think of that?

- [Zarrin] What does it say?

- Be assured my stupid friend, it does not say this side up.

No, this has been sent by our Mesopotamian contacts

that we may find the lost talisman of Sargon the Sumerian.

- Ah, he will pay well this Sargon.

- Alas, friend Zarrin,

Sargon has been dead for many centuries.

- Then, who will make it worth our while?

- One Mustafa Bay.

He, it is, who knows where the talisman is hidden.

Here, at Cacabal in the burial temple of Sargon himself.

There lies somewhere the famous talisman

carved from one single priceless emerald

and reputed to confer absolute power on its possesor.

That power is what Mustafa Bay seeks.

And the cuneiform inscription tells the exact spot to look.

- But why cannot he translate the inscription himself?

- Because the ignorant fool cannot read cuneiform.

- Can you?

- A blunt question friend Zarrin, and the answer is no,

but I know where to find one who can.

At a certain desert laboratory,

a certain Dr. Beaker.

[dramatic music]

- Reassemble filter cover.

Uh-huh.

Replace calling and screw home, okay?

- That's right, Mike but sink them right down.

Otherwise they have a frictional effect at high speed.

- I get ya.

There's sure a lot to remember, though.

It's like going back to school.

- Well, you never know when you may need

to do emergency repairs,

and you won't have the plans to help you.

- Don't worry professor, I'll remember.

Hey it looks like we've got a visitor.

- Ha, oh Jimmy it's you.

- I saw the mailman from my window.

There's a letter for Dr. Beaker.

- Dr. Julius Metenik.

Strange, Jimmy.

A Dr. Metenik wants me to help him find out about a tablet.

I should have thought that was a job for an artist.

- Does it say what kind of tablet?

- Mm, ah .

You're absolutely right.

It's a clay tablet with a cuneiform inscription.

He wants to bring it out here for me to decipher.

Well, of course. I'l be happy to help.

if I wasn't so busy, but--

- What are you busy on at the moment?

- Yes, well true it is more important to me personally

than humanity at large.

It's a hair tonic, actually.

[screeching]

- [Jimmy] Mitch!

- Wel, at least it was a hair tonic.

I wonder whether it would have had

the same action on my scalp.

- Well I'm not so sure about that.

I don't know that I like the idea.

Was it prudent to invite him out here?

- Perhaps more practical than prudent.

To travel to the University of California

would have been an arduous waste of time,

and in any case all my...

Reference books are here.

- But the security risk--

- Need not exist, my dear professor.

I shall conduct the interview in my own laboratory,

to which Dr. Metenik may have access by the outer door.

- Okay I figure I know this gizmo inside out.

Do you want to test me, teacher?

- Of course, Mike.

So long as you keep Dr. Metenik away

from the security area, Beaker.

- Do not worry, professor.

As one who sounds...

Completely wrapped up in his own line of study,

I cannot thing ke will be interested in our work.

- Only a few more minutes

and then you shall yield your secret

to one who knows how to use it.

- Interesting.

Most interesting.

The edges of these are wedge shaped depressions,

curiously sharp and well defined.

One wouId say that the.

Scribe looked after his tools.

Where did you say this was found, Dr. Metenik?

- I didn't.

- It would assist classification to know.

- Well, l do not know precisely.

We are excavating several sites in the Mesopotamia district.

- Ah, that would be the Simons expedition.

- It would?

I mean, yes of course.

- Dear old stubby Simons.

He never was much good at deciphering cuneiform,

though in all modesty I must admit it is not easy.

They did it with the flattened end of a stick, you know.

Pressing the corner into the clay

at various angles.

- Yes, yes, but what does it say?

- Well, it is rather in the nature of an obscure quotation.

Let me see.

In his mouth.

Yes, yes that would be it.

In his mouth was the

two vertical and three to the side, of course.

In his mouth was the door to...

I wonder.

- The door to what, quick!

- Patience, patience I beg you.

After all, this was inscribed many many centuries ago.

It takes time to unravel time.

[chuckles]

- Please, this is most urgent.

- Very well.

Knowledge, could it be?

No, wisdom, yes.

I think that would be the right translation.

In his mouth was the door to all wisdom, all power.

Well doctor, doctor?

Dr. Metenik?

Curious, most curious.

To be in so great a hurry as to leave the tablet behind?

Ah well, I can always return it to professor Simons.

[chuckles]

- In his mouth was the door to all wisdom, all power.

- Where am I?

- Awakening from slumber,

the slumber which has engulfed you continually

these last three days, whereas I, Masterspy,

have ambition to drive on.

- Are we already there?

- The camp of Mustafa Bay lies a few kilometers hence,

not far from the temple we seek.

- Well well, alas.

Now I can only say who's a fool?

And the answer appears to be me.

- I don't get it, what's gone wrong?

- Well, I sent that tablet back to professor Simons,

and he knew nothing about it.

Furthermore.

Mesopotamian excavations are not

due to start for another two months.

- Then this Dr. Metenik is an imposter.

- More than that, I fear.

At the time I was too engrossed in the tablet

to study his face, but on reflection

I think he may have been Masterspy.

- It is regretted, oh, Mustafa Bay.

That I've found no one to decipher

your most excellent tablet.

- Wretched dog, would you come here to report failure?

- Not total failure, great one,

but were we to examine the temple ourselves

my friend here is an accomplished thief

and breaker into secret places.

- You would not attempt to deceive Mustafa Bay,

on whom the sun rises.

- But no, surely...

- I will ponder the matter.

- His secret is ours, friend Zarrin

and all power that it promises will be ours too.

- But how, Masterspy?

We are surrounded by Mustafa's men.

- True my friend, but when we have the talisman of Sargon

they will obey me.

His land shall be my land, and I feel in my bones

that his land is rich with untapped oil.

- So be it.

You shall go to the temple at Cacabal,

but if you not return within one journey

of the moon across the night sky,

my men shall bring you back to me for the slow torture.

- Even so, great one. we return at sunrise.

- Yeah, but what's a guy like Masterspy

doing around a temple?

- To hazard a guess, he is close to finding

the legendary talisman of Sargon,

which in his hands would be lost to history I fear.

- We cannot allow this!

- Are you thinking what I'm thinking professor?

- He has three days start.

Only Supercar can overtake him.

- Then what are we waiting for?

- Sorry Mitch, you've got to stay behind this time.

[grunting]

I'm only going because they promised me a trip.

Now you be good while I'm gone okay?

[screeching]

- All set Jimmy?

- Yeah, gee I sure am excited. - Better climb aboard then.

[grunting]

- Ready to charge engines. - Ready professor?

- Charging port engine.

- 5,000, 7,000, 9,000,

11,000, 13,000,

14,000, 15,000.

- Inner lock on, ready to fire.

- Ready it is, fire one!

[booming]

- Charging starboard.

- 6,000, 9,000,

13,000, 15,000.

- Inter lock on. - Fire two.

[booming]

- Fine, roof doors opening.

Off you go then, and good luck.

- So we are here within but a few feet of our goal.

- I do not like it, Masterspy.

Robbing the dead, oh it gives me the shivers.

- But rewarding shivers, friend Zarrin.

Now how did it go?

In his mouth was the door to all wisdom, all power.

- Pilot to console, we're nearing target area professor.

- Console to pilot, fine Mike, you've made good time.

Crew all right?

- Yep, Dr. Beaker can't wait to see the tomb

and I can't wait to see Masterspy.

I reckon Jimmy's got bored with flying already.

He's gone to sleep.

[chuckles]

- Well, it's past his bedtime.

- We're pretty close now.

I'll switch on video plan.

[beeping]

- Fine Mike, I have your position.

Estimate landing two minutes from now.

Looks as if there's a suitable gully.

Reference 3815, about 2,000 yards from the temple.

- Roger, looks just right too.

Hang onto your hat, doc.,

We're going down any minute.

- [Masterspy] There, you see?

At the bottom.

- The talisman!

Wait Masterspy, do you hear something?

- Ah it is nothing.

The desert wind, that is all.

A trick of acoustics.

- Okay professor, we're down

and all present and accounted for.

[grunting]

[screeching]

That's funny.

Did I hear Mitch's voice?

- No, he's nowhere around here.

Are you sure you heard him?

- Yeah, plain as...

Oh no.

He's here, he must have stowed away.

Well nothing to do but take him along with us I guess.

Can't leave him here to mess up the controls.

Anyway I better sign off now.

- All right Mike, but be careful.

Masterspy may have anything up his sleeve.

- At last I have it.

So much for your superstitions

about robbing the dead, friend Zarrin.

- But we have angered them.

I hear voices! - Down here quick.

- That is a living voice, you fool.

They're in the statue, hurry.

- They must be here.

- Quite right, Mike Mercury.

And now we leave you, and with the talisman in my possession.

I shall wrest the power of Mustafa Bay

while you my friend rest

forever in the tomb of Sargon.

- It's pretty bare isn't it?

I thought these guys were buried

with all their worldly possessions.

- Not Sargon, they're Sumerian.

He maintained that all the wealth he needed

was his talisman, a pity really.

- Yeah look where it landed us.

- Gee, this place scares me.

- You're not sorry you came, are you Jimmy?

- No sir, it's just well l'm not usually afraid of the dark,

but this isn't the usual kind of dark.

- That's okay Jimmy.

I guess it's only human to feel that way.

Gives me the creeps too.

- Well it certainly is an experience

to be locked in with history.

- Oh fine, if we had the key to get out again.

- No, we'll find one.

l'm sure of that.

- Yeah but when?

- Well.

- Hey, hey where's Mitch?

- Didn't he come down with us?

- Strange, I could have sworn that he did.

- Oh gee, he must have got left upstairs.

[grunting]

You don't suppose Masterspy would harm him?

- Fat chance, that guy's too busy making his getaway.

- But Masterspy, you're surely

not going back to Mustafa Bay?

- And why not?

If we proceed to oil drilling

we wish to do it undisturbed.

Therefore we must dispose of Mustafa Bay.

- What are we gonna do Mike?

- I don't know Jimmy, these walls are solid rock.

If we had any way of calling up the professor

maybe he could put Supercar on remote and bulldoze

through a wall to get us.

- Then we're stuck here for good?

- Oh don't give up hope, Jimmy.

- Curious, most curious.

- What is?

- The cuneiform inscription here.

It's the exact copy of that on the tablet.

- Oh for Pete's sake, Doc.

Here we are in an all time mess

and all you're concerned with is the writing on the wall.

- Well?

- The writing on the wall,

that's another word for fate isn't it?

- You may well be right.

But in a different sense.

It may be our fate to escape from here.

Come and look at this.

The inscription reads as before,

in his mouth was the door to all wisdom, all power

but beneath feel the draft.

There is a small hole.

- Yeah but what does it do?

- Well, it is my...

Surmise that this gives the inscription a double meaning.

That in fact this is the lower end of a speaking tube

connecting the mouth of Sargon's effigy on the slab above.

So a priest down here could utter prophecies

on Sargon's behalf.

Put the very words into his mouth, as it were.

- So where does that get us?

- Why, out of course, watch.

- What's he up to? - Search me.

- Mitch, Mitch? [screeching]

Mitch Mitch Mitch!

[screeching]

- You're probably scaring

the pants off him yelling like that.

- Let me try.

Mitch.

Mitch, Mitchy.

[screeching]

He's there, he's heard.

- Right, now you keep calm Jimmy.

What I want you to do now is to keep calling him softly

to arouse his curiosity.

- Mitch, Mitch.

- What can Mitch do?

- Remember the other meaning of the inscription?

Which led Masterspy down here?

In his mouth was the door,

and that door I am.

Hoping that Mitch will find.

- Mitch! [screeching]

[grunting]

Mitch. [screeching]

Mitchy. [screeching]

That is satisfacory.

- That is most satisfactory.

Now if you don't mind waiting around

while I just make some notes on these inscriptions.

- No time for that, Doc.

We've got to get after Masterspy.

- [Jimmy] Gee whiz, Mike, there must have been a sandstorm

while we were down in that tomb.

- Yeah looks like it Jimmy.

We shouldn't have been in such an all fired hurry

to get after Masterspy when we landed.

[snoring]

Well, all aboard? - Yeah.

I put Mitch in the back.

- Control to Supercar, console to pilot, console to pilot.

Mike, Mike is that you?

What happened? I've been calling you all night!

- Pilot to console, hello professor.

We got held up.

I'll tell you about it as we go.

Right now we gotta get Masterspy.

- There appears to be a good deal of sand

piled around the jets, Mike

- I don't reckon that's our main worry.

The blast should clear that,

unless the sand's blown right inside.

It's the air intakes that worry me.

- Are you in trouble, Mike?

- I'm a bit worried about the intakes, professor.

If they're choked with sand, we'll overheat.

But let's fire. - Well, take it easy.

- Roger.

So far so good, charging two.

Right, nothing ventured nothing gained, fire one.

- I, I can smell something Mike.

- How long do you reckon it'll take Mike?

- To clear the intake filters you mean?

20 minutes or so, that's if none of us stand around talking.

- Well this is where your lessons come in handy, Mike.

- Well that's it, no wonder she overheated.

Jimmy get a rag and Dr. Beaker

drain a little fuel from one of the tanks.

Then we can get her clean.

- Wretched dog of a perfidious infidel.

You dare to double cross me, Mustafa Bay?

On whom the sun--

- On whom the sun will never rise again.

You are finished, friend Mustafa.

- I think not.

I have but to beat the gong and my men will--

- My men now, I have the talisman

and therefore the power.

- We shall see.

[engine roaring]

By the beard of the prophet, what was that?

- That cursed sound, they have escaped, quick!

- You're not going anywhere,

at least not with the talisman.

You know professor, that thing

must be thousands of years old.

I wonder if it really did give old Sargon power.

- If people thought it did, then it probably did.

- And if it hadn't been for Mitch stowing away,

we could have all been killed.

- That is I , I suppose substantially true

but then a monkey is

not as interested in jewels as we are.

- Mitch! [screeching]

- Mitch! - Mitch come down here!

- [Jimmy] Mitch!

[airplane engine rumbling]

Subtitles: Kilo

♪ Supercar ♪

♪ Supercar ♪

♪ With beauty and grace, as swift as can be ♪

♪ Watch it flying through the air ♪

♪ It travels in space or under the sea ♪

♪ And it can journey anywhere ♪

♪ Supercar ♪

♪ It travels on land or roams the skies ♪

♪ Through the heavens' stormy rage ♪

♪ It's Mercury-manned, and everyone cries ♪

♪ It's the marvel of the age ♪

♪ Supercar ♪

♪ Supercar ♪