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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 racer the cars are approaching the starting line first is the turbo

terrific driven by Peter perfect Rufus rough cut and sawtooth in the buzz wagon

maneuvering for position is the army surplus special right behind is the

anthill mob in their bulletproof bombs And there's ingenious inventor Hat

pending in his converter car.

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

pedal. Next, we have the Bowler Mobile with the Sly Brothers, Rock and Gravel.

Lurching along is the Creepy Coop with a gruesome twosome. And right on their

tail is the Red Max.

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 Dastardly and his sidekick, Mutley. 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.

Today, the Wacky Racers are slipping and sliding through ski resort country. From

Mush Mush, Michigan to Ice and Snow, Idaho, Professor Pat Bending is

performing precariously out in front with the bus wagon fighting along in

second spot.

And the boulder mobile being covered by ice cubes in third place.

But what's this?

The mean machine is going the wrong way.

It's heading head-on for the other cars.

Oh, Dick Dastardly must have flipped his lid.

Flipped like a fox, Bootsy. That car is a radio-controlled dummy, and it's

loaded with dynamite.

Oh, this will be catastrophic.

Do something for...

The car is changing into a... Snowplow!

Curses! My dum-dum-dummy didn't work!

Son of a... Now the cars are spinning up that straight slope toward Avalanche

Alley. But Creepy Cope is losing traction on the ice, and Little Gruesome

shifts to Dragon Power for a little flame action.

It worked!

The ice is melting and number two is skating on the Slag Brothers.

Big Bastard Lee is running last, and as he sneaks up on the pack from the back,

you can bet he has some dirty trick up his sleeve.

Not up my sleeve, Boopsy.

Up my hood!

Charge. What's a height charge?

Just the opposite of a depth charge.

Fire, Muttley!

Dirty Dick's done it again.

He blasted Avalanche Alley in the passes blocked with tons of ice and snow.

That was a dumb trick, Dastardly. True, the others can't get

down the mountain, but neither can you.

Oh, no?

Just cast your baby blue eyes down there.

A ski jump?

You're going down the ski jump?

Right into the valley, Boopsy.

Ah-ha! It looks as if the other cars are coming up the ski tow to use the

jump, too.

Curses! Can't those dum-dums think up any dirty tricks of their own?

Quick, Mutley.

Tie this rope to the bottom of the jump.

We'll pull it down behind us as we go.

Hurry, dum-dum, hurry.

And away we go.

Drat, it didn't work.

Double drat.

Cars have made the speech out easily.

And the cars battle through deep snow in the valley.

The anthill mob has snowshoed into the lead. Mush, you mugs, mush!

Now the Arkansas chuggabug is moving up, using boiler power to melt the snow, and

steams into the lead backwards.

skimming lightly across the snow on skis, while the heavy surplus six is

sinking deeper and deeper.

Charge!

In the meantime, Dirty Dick Dastardly has darted ahead and is devising another

diabolical deed to delay the other dauntless drivers.

Free hot chocolate?

Stop and warm up?

How can they resist?

Hey, what are you slowing down for, ding-a-ling?

Look, free hot chocolate, Clyde.

Here they come for their hot chocolate. Now for Operation Fast Freeze.

Turn on the water, Muttley.

One nice ice roadblock coming up.

That's enough, Buckley!

Let's go!

Drat! The engine's so cold, it won't start!

Uh-oh! Here comes Professor Pat Penning! Too late to stop from hitting the ice

roadblock! That's all right, sonny. I'll just convert into my next master ice

crusher.

Crashes foiled again.

And the wacky beat goes on with the racers heading into the final lap for

Ice and Snow Idaho.

Uh-oh. It looks as if Penelope Pitstop is out of the race with a frozen engine.

But wait. She's switching on her hair dryer.

And there she goes back in the running again.

The Volkswagen is getting good traction action on the ice, and Rufus Ruffin is

making his moves to pass the turbo terrific.

But Peter Perfect is driving hard. Look out!

He's going into a skid!

No fiddlesticks.

On our radar scope, we see the cars twisting tortuously toward Frozen Lake

Hotel. Wait a minute. Here comes one car sneaking down Bob Sled's slide.

Oh, naturally.

It's tricky-dicky on a bobsled.

Naturally. I find it much easier to think of dirty tricks when I'm out in

front.

The drivers are really pouring it on now as they race to the lake. The bus wagon

has clawed its way into the lead. Now Professor Ben Simmons is converting into

a speedy snowmobile.

He passes number six, number ten, and slides into the lead.

Let's cut ahead to Dick Dastardly. May we ask what you're up to, Dastardly?

Ask ahead, Bootsy. All right. What are you up to? The cars have to cross Frozen

Lake Hotel to reach the finish line, right?

Right. If they can't cross the lake, they can't finish, right?

Right. Mutley, stomp on the ice.

Son of a... If there's anything I hate, it's a chicken

dog.

Now stomp!

Thanks to Dick Daxter, it looks as if no one will get across the lake to finish.

But wait! The Surplus Six is going to try inflatable pontoon bridge hours.

Out of the way, me clay!

Sir, bus six picks it across.

And now the other cars are following.

Mutley, get me out of here.

Quick.

in ice and snow Idaho has braved zero weather to witness the finish of this

chilling, thrilling rink.

And here they come!

The surplus six of the Buzzwagon are neck and neck, and here comes Daphne

down the center line, sliding into the lead.

Daphne is making a supreme effort to put his master across the finish line first.

Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Oh,

what a...

Dastardly has come to a stop just short of the finish line.

Here come the rest of the wacky racers.

And it's the Suck Block Six crossing the finish line first.

Number 10, the Budway, in his second. And number 3, the 10.35, third.

Oh, how luck, Dastardly. All that effort and nothing to show for it.

You have something to show for it? What? I think I have a code in my head.

It is... It's true!

What do you think?

And they're off again.

The wacky race goes on and on. Each driver determined to win, maneuvering

for a position, looking for the opening that will put him in the lead.

The anthill mob uses getaway power.

Brett Baxter, the crimson hay baler, makes his move.

The Arkansas chugabug uses jet power.

And the creepy coot pours it on with dragon power.

Oh, it's going to be a great race, folks.

Hey, wait a minute.

Stop!

This race starts next week.

Next week?

That means I'll get a good start on the other.

Drat! Drat! And double drat!