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And now, here they are, the most daredevil group of daffy drivers to ever

whirl their wheels in the wacky races, competing for the title of the World's

Wackiest Ranger.

The cars are approaching the starting line. First is the Turbo Torepic, driven

by Peter Perfect.

Next, Rupert Ruffcut and Sawtooth in the Bug Wagon.

Maneuvering for position is the Army Surplus Special.

Right behind is the Ant Hill Mob in their Bulletproof Bombs.

And there's Ingenious Inventor.

Pat's pending in his converter car.

Oh, and here's the lovely Penelope Kidstop, the glamour gal of the gas

pedal. Next, we have the bouldermobile with the Sly Brothers rock and gravel.

Lurching along is the creepy coop with the gruesome sootham. And right on their

tail is the red max.

And there's the Arkansas chugabug with gluten and blubber bear.

Sneaking along last is that mean machine with those double-dealing dew batters.

Snicks dastardly and his sidekick, Buckley.

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 Dastardly, who shifts into the wrong gear.

And away they go on the way out wacky races.

Through the valley and over the dale, the wacky racers hit the trail.

Too far off.

What will Della wear?

And it's Nick Dastardly who leads, followed by Red Max gaining fast, and it

looks like he's going to pass you, Nick Dastardly.

Not if I smoke him out of this waggy race.

Oh, no, you don't, Nick Dastardly.

Drat you, Red Max.

You can't win them all, eh, Dastardly?

This one I'm going to win, or my name isn't Dick Dastardly.

And away go the wacky racers, with Red Max in the lead, taking to the air. And

here comes that airy racer, the Creepy Coop, shifting to dragon wing power.

A desperate dogfight follows.

I will give him a pepper shot and sneeze him out.

Penelope Pitstop.

Uh, washing her car?

Meet Miss Kang.

Hi there, pretty Penny.

Putting out a fire?

No, Peter. Just washing my car.

Sorry about that, Peter.

Oh, what a gravel-grinding, wacky race this is.

But where's Dick Dastardly?

Right here.

And what I have planned should top those wacky racers.

My giant top, that is.

Here they come.

And watch them go for a little spin.

Drat! The top went down.

The cars are getting through.

Now where did that top go to?

Stop me!

And the wacky beat goes on as into the valley of speed drive the wacky rafers.

Uh-oh, it looks like the leader, the surplus six, is having some engine

trouble. Meekly, why are you stopping?

It's not me, Sarge. It's the engine.

Oh, great.

Here comes the in-hill mob.

And we're in their way.

Meekly, what are you doing over there?

I'm not over there. I'm over here. What are you doing over there?

You get over here, Meekly.

That's an order.

Holy Goldilocks! A bear!

Meekly, catch me!

I got you, Sarge.

Thanks a lot.

The race continues on its way as Rufus Rutgut makes his play.

Hey, Professor!

Out of my way!

I'm coming through!

I guess.

The Slag Brothers have now moved into second and third positions.

Meanwhile, Dick Dastardly is up to his usual no good. But, well, we'll let him

tell it.

This is a cake icing gadget. With it, I slit the road with icing, which will

cause the wacky racers to skid into the bakery, where I will have a sweet

surprise for them.

Son of a...

Penelope Pitstop has now taken the lead,

mostly followed by Peter Perfect in his Turbo Terrific.

Wouldn't a beautiful wedding cake be appropriate?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

First, we start the conveyor belt. Next, the dough must be thoroughly mixed.

I just adore the roller coasters.

They are fun.

Voila! My masterpiece.

A life-size wedding cake.

You make a lovely bride, pretty Penny.

Yes, I know.

Mutley, you may open the refrigerator.

No,

Mutley, no!

That's the wrong lever! You put everything in reverse!

Thanks for almost being my bride, pretty Penny.

Better luck next time, Peter.

Drat, you muttly! They got back into the race, you dum-dum! It's the other lever!

No, Muttly! Not now!

Muttly! Get...

Get me out of this cream puff!

Hear

those

motors? What a din!

The Anfield Mob is out to win!

We're gonna win this wacky race, you mug!

Or else!

No one's gonna win!

Look! The bridge is out!

we ever get out of here?

I'll get you out, Tellers. Good night.

What do you think we're doing?

And the wacky meat goes on and on as Professor Pat Pendick, switching to

plane power, pats the pack.

But what's this?

This bastardly is waiting an ambush.

Yes, I'm going to start an avalanche and block the pass.

That should stop those wacky racers.

Uh-oh, looks like a landslide up ahead.

My instant tunnel maker will take care of this situation.

What's the big that we can't decide which road to take quick Monday, which

is the road to the finish line?

Right right right right right Drat I'm

stuck in the mud

And here they come to

the finish line in what will Delaware and the winner is number eight What

about with second place going to number ten, the buzz wagon? And in third spot,

it's number three, the converter car.

And in last place, our perennial loser, Dick Dastardly.

What happened, Dick?

We got lost.

With a combination bloodhound, pointer, and hunting dog?

How could you get lost?

Ask him.