All language subtitles for S01E03 Why Oh Why Wyoming.ia

And now, here they are,

the most daredevil
group of dacky drivers

who ever whirl their
wheels in the wacky races.

Competing for the title of
the world's wackiest racer.

The cars are approaching
the starting line.

First is the Turbo Terrific,
driven by Peter Perfect.

Next is Rufus Ruffcut and
Sawtooth in the buzz wagon.

Maneuvering for position is
the Army Surplus Special.

Right behind is the anthill mob
in their bulletproof bomb.

And there's ingenious inventor,
Pat Pendig in his converter car.

Oh, and here's the
lovely Penelope Pitstop,

the glamour gal of
the gas pedal.

Next, we have the bouldermobile with
the Slag Brothers, Rock and Gravel.

Lurching along is the creepy
coupe with the gruesome Susan.

And right on their tail
is the Red Mack.

And there's the Arkansas Chuggabug
with Luke and Blubber Bear.

Sneaking along last is that
mean machine with those

double-dealing do-batters,
Dick Dasterly and his sidekick, Muttley.

And even now, they're
up to some dirty trick,

and they're off to
a standing start.

And why not? They've been chained
to a post by shifty Dick Dasterly.

Who shifts into the wrong gear.

And away they go!

On the Way Out Wacky Races!

As the wacky racers
roar across the desert,

dashing toward Handsprings,

Wyoming, the drivers
are desperately

trying to pass one another.

Peter Perfect is tailgating
Gravel, one of the slag brothers.

Whoops! Sorry, Slag!

Ohh What strategy?
By lightening the load,

the Slags have bounced
into a solid lead.

But wait, what's this?

Those double villains
in Car Double Zero,

Dick Dastardly and Muttley,
have somehow gone into the lead.

That sneaky shortcut put us way
out in front, right, Muttley?

Now, to make sure those
other jalopies can catch us.

Hurry up, Muttley. Faster.
Faster with those sticks.

Can't you do anything right?

Hurry up, dum-dum!

Okay, okay, okay,
down boy. Nice doggy.

I was only fooling, pal.

Now, here's my plan to stop him.

This fast-burning fuse leads
to my mighty mean missile,

which is aimed at the road.

It'll make the grandest
canyon they ever saw,

right, Muttley?

You light the fuse when I say now.

Yeah, yeah, yeah,
yeah, yeah, yeah!

Oh, no! Not that now,
now Gangway!

The Wacky Racers
have arrived at the very

edge of Dastardly's
destructive depression.

Oh, fortunately for all,

inventor Pat Pending
got there first.

I'll just use my old
do-it-yourself canyon-crosser.

And now, all the racers
roll across rapidly.

All but, uh, where's number
one, the bouldermobile?

It better hurry.
Here it comes.

Meanwhile, as Dick Dastardly
darts across the desert,

a pair of piercing eyes
track his trail of dust.

Hug! Iron wagon come, bring 'em smog
where Deer and Antelope play.

Bright traffic cop in skies
say, Stop 'em, wagon!

Rat! I only slow them down.

I'll just have to be
more dastardly. Huh?

What's that sign up ahead?

"Warning! Paleface keep out
where Deer and Antelope play"

"And the skies are
not cloudy all day. "

"Signed, Chief Crazy Buffalo."

That fellow could help me put
the Indian sign on the other car.

As Dastardly designs
his devious dirty deed,

our radar scope shows the
other racers are well bunched.

Then they peel off once more.

Number six, Army Surplus
Special has the lead,

using bazooka power.

And right behind them is number
two with the gruesome twosome.

Oh, it's a flat tire. But here
comes the instant repair kit.

Oh, pretty snakey.

A number five with Penelope
Pit Stop is about to pass them.

Ohh!

And now the car's moved on a narrow
canyon with number six in front.

Number two is second, and
unable to pass is number three.

But driver Pat Pending
is always in Bending.

How about that bit?
He's changed into a giant drill.

He passes number five.

Seven. Nine.

And four, leaving them
far behind.

Oh, nothing can stop him now.

Well, almost nothing.

Rat! They're getting too
close I've got to find

that Indian and join forces
for an all-out attack.

As Dastardly drives on,
we take a quick look up ahead.

Huh, me put 'em up.
Wire stop signal across highway.

Who's nutty enough
to do a thing like that?

Me, Chief Crazy Buffalo.

Any questions?

Pierre. How you been, crazed baby?
I've been looking for you.

I come to warn you,

many iron wagons come.

Uh oh. He putting me
on with forked tongue.

- Knife and spoon even.
- Anastinjen, here they come.

Huh? Regular locust
plague of iron wagons.

You try and stop 'em.

Me go for help.

Iron Chicken, leave. Huh?
Me stop 'em this bunch myself.

Stop 'em!
This Crazy Buffalo country!

Me need 'em hospital plan.

Halfway to Handsprings,
Rufus Ruffcut in

car number 10 hacks
his way ahead.

But it's number seven, the anthill mob
cutting in front of number 10.

Now it's ten cutting
in front of seven.

Seven cuts in front of ten.

Now ten cuts through seven.

All right, you mugs.
Make with the repairs.

Right, boss.

And here, once again,
it's double zero.

The dreadful duo putting Operation
Low Down Dirty Trick to work.

All right, all right.
Get a move on.

Step on it.

Faster, faster.
Move it, move it.

Come on, come on,
can't you hear?

I said faster.
All right, on the double.

On the--
Oh, no you don't.

I'm not going to do it.

You can stay there all
day, and that's final.

Ohh! All right,
but just this once!

Get the track!

Here they come!

I can't lose. These clowns will wait
here all day for a train to pass.

Where did that train come from?

Now, what?
What is this?

A creepy-teepy?

Huh? You run out
on crazy buffalo.

Me give 'em you big hot foot.

Oh, come on, Craze Baby.
Listen to reason.

Too many iron wagons.
Me had better hot foot out of here.

Come on, Muttley.

I've got a race to win.

Pat Pending is trying to
pass the gruesome twosome.

But they turn on dragon power.

Making it a pretty hot race.

I'll cool him off.

Uh oh, he put
the freeze on too.

But what's this?

Now it's number eight, roaring in
the first with barefoot bear power.

Hold on, the racers have run
into a treacherous fog bank.

And it's every car for himself.

Number one, the slags
try to slug their way out.

Number nine and number
five are still in the race.

Thank y'all, Peter, honey.

You're welcome, my dear.

It's number 10,
rough cut, up for a look.

And number eight, the
chuggabug sounds the fog horn.

And here at the
fog-covered finish line,

it's anybody's race.

And through the use of our
infrared camera, the winners

were photographed the instant
they crossed the finish line.

And the wacky race winner is
number two, the gruesome twosome

who slid in to put
the race on ice.

Number one was second,
and number eight third.

And coming up fast to finish
last is that villain, Dick Dastardly.

Drat! Last again.

Subtitles: Kilo