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f~ Yipee yi-o ki-a f

~ Galloping all the way f

JS Here comes Quick Draw McGraw Sf

[announcer] Kellogg's, the best to you each morning,

from Kellogg's.

f~ Yipee yi-o ki-a f

~ Galloping all the way f

~ Great big star on his chest f

£ Outdraws all of the rest f

~ Fastest gun in the west f

f~ Yipee yi-o ki-a f

£ Riding around your way f

JS Here comes Quick Draw McGraw Sf

f The high-falutin'est f

S Fastest shootin'est

~ Cowboy you ever saw f

J That's Quick Draw McGraw Sf

[announcer] Brought to you by Kellogg's...

[opening theme music]

Ah, there's no place like home

when it's stormin’ out.

-Right, Augie? -Right, home lovin’ Dad.

This weather is for the ducks.

[sneezing]

Don't even say that word,

Augie, my son, my son.

You know that I'm allergical to ducks.

Someday, sensitive father of mine,

I'm gonna discover an anti-duck

allergy potion for you.

[laughs] I'm sure it'll be duck soup for you,

Augie my son.

[knocks on door]

[Augie] There's somebody at the door, dear old Dad.

I'll see who it is, Augie.

Who could be out on an unfit night like this?

Yikes!

I'm lost, and I don't know which way is south.

Can you tell me which way is south?

That way.

[sneezing]

Bon voyage.

If there's one thing l can't stand

it's a lost duck.

[banging on door]

Oh, no, not again.

[Augie] I'll get it, dear old allergic to ducks Dad.

Huh?

Your dear old Dad bent my little beak

when he slammed the door.

! think I'm gonna faint.

Did you ever see a duck faint?

Oh, it's a terrible sight.

Watch.

Aaa-oo-ee-eeh!

Oh, you poor little feathery creature.

Dad, oh, Dad, look.

[sneezes]

Get him out of here, Augie.

But, kind-hearted father,

his beak is bent.

Nevertheless, son of mine, out he goes.

[sneezing]

Gesundheit. Gesundheit.

Gesundheit.

[Daddy Doggie] And don't come back.

Oh, the shame of it.

My own parental parent is cruel to ducks.

Look, Augie, my son, my son,

you know that I'm allergic to ducks.

My ears are tied, Dad of a stone heart.

I'm not listening.

[snoring]

-Poor old allergic Dad. -[knocks on window]

It's the poor little duck.

Will 1 make Dad unallergic to you.

[snoring]

That clothespin will keep Dad

from snuffing duck feathers.

How come you're not flyin’ south?

Because I've been sick.

Did you ever see a duck faint from being hungry?

Hungry?

Yeah, it's not a very beautiful sight.

Watch.

[gibbering]

Oh, the utter famine of it.

Wait, I'll get you some food.

There goes a good boy.

Here's some goodies for you.

Try and eat something.

Oh, boy.

Nice try.

[sneezes]

Gesundheit.

Thank you, little duck.

You're welcome.

It's you again.

If there's one thing l can't stand

it's a polite duck.

Don't blame me, I'm just a poor little duck.

Help, help!

[sneezes]

This mixture ought to make him like ducks.

Here, Dad, drink this.

It'll make you unallergic to ducks.

I'll try anything to get rid of this

terrible achoos.

This'll do the trick, sniffly Dad.

Well, down the hatch.

Does it work, Dad?

What do you know?

1 don't feel like achooing anymore.

And do you like ducks, too?

1 not only like them, l love them.

Yes, sir.

In fact, ! love them so much

I'll have that one for dinner.

Yikes!

1 wouldn't even make a small sandwich.

So, I'll have a small sandwich for dinner.

This'll give poor mixed-up Dad

a better slant on ducks.

Wait, Dad, 1 got a super unallergic potion.

-Dad, you didn't? -Mm-hmm.

Oh, the utter shame of it.

My dear old Dad's gone duck cuckoo.

quack quack

quack quack

[dings twice]

Cuckoo.

[dings twice]

Cuckoo.

Cuckoo.

Here, drink this before it's too late, Dad.

I'll try it once more

for your sake, Augie, my son, my son.

[Augie] How do you feel now, troubled father of mine?

l feel kinda ducky all over, Augie boy.

In fact, 1 got a yearning to fly south for the winter.

Come on, son.

Let's hit the wild blue up yonder.

I'm with you, Dad.

Quack, quack, quack.

Quack, quack, quack.

Hey, wait for me!

l wanna go south for the winter, too.

Quack, quack, quack, quack.

Quack, quack, quack, quack.

Quack, quack, quack, quack.

Quack quack.

[closing theme music]

[opening theme music]

[narrator] The war between the cattlemen

and the sheepmen went on unchecked

in the Old West.

Every available hand took part

in the struggle until finally

a common disaster forced peace.

[guns clicking]

Whoops!

I'm all out of bullets.

Me too. Looks like a common disaster.

What say we force peace?

[male #1] Right. Shake.

[narrator] And so peace reigned on the open range once more.

Until the appearance of the dreaded mountain lion.

Nemesis of both cattle and sheep.

Err, pardon me,

but you don't look like much of a nemesis to me.

1 beg your pardon.

You're gazing at Snagglepuss.

When it comes to nemesissin'

I'm the best nemesisser of them all.

Watch.

[sheep bleating]

Casserole of lamb, if so I desire.

And for dessert, observe.

Bully beef a /a gelatin. King-size, even.

[mooing]

[narrator] Something had to be done.

And a reward was posted for the capture of Old Snagglepuss.

But no one would dare take the job until...

What do it say, Quickstraw?

It say...

$1000 reward...

[reading]

Hmm.

We better go to the grapes-picking fiesta

in California, ! thin.

I'll do the thinnin’ around here, Baba Looey.

And don't you forget it.

Sorry, but it's gonna take more than a Quick Draw McGraw

to capture Old Snagglepuss.

Who for instance, sheriff?

There's only one critter

with cunning and intelligence enough

to capture Old Snagglepuss.

[Quick Draw] And that critter is?

[sheriff] None other that El Kabong.

What a co-incidental, because I'm--

Psst, Quickstraw. I don't theen you should tell him.

Is a secret.

Whoops! Huh, I almost forgot.

What's the secret, Quick Draw?

That I'm El Kabong.

So long, sheriff.

Poor McGraw. He's gone plumb loco.

[narrator] Nevertheless, it was true.

Quick Draw McGraw was El Kabong.

Ole!

[crash]

Hey, Quickstraw, don't you theen

you better find Old Snagglepuss

before you go kabonging all over the place?

You got something there, Baba boy.

[sheep bleating]

Look, Quickstraw, is Old Snagglepuss, I thin.

Ho-o-old on thar, Snagglepuss.

Kabong!

Drop that sheep, you crook.

Heavens to Murgatroyd.

It's a musical rust-ler.

Ole!

[crash]

Did somebody k-nock?

Uh-oh, what's that?

Looks like an o-o-old bundle of rags.

Right in front of my door too.

[crash]

There he is, Quickstraw. Rustling a stolen steer.

[mooing]

I'll capture him with my sword.

Ole!

Ho-o-old on thar, Snaggletooth.

Drat! It's that nosey bundle of rags again.

Youch!

Stabbed yet!

Youch!

Say, what's the idea

of following me so close, even?

That's because I'm El Kabong,

champion of the good guys.

Is that so?

Well, us bad guys have a champion too.

-You do? -Of a certainty.

Wait, I'll go get him.

Ole!

[screeching]

I'm El Kabong, champion of the good guys.

Who are you?

I'm El Kazing,

champion of the bad guys.

That's who.

l use a kabonger.

What do you use, El Kazing?

l use a kazinger.

Would you like to see how it works?

I'd be much obliged for the trade secret.

Bend over and I'll show ya.

How's this?

Very good.

Kazing!

[Quick Draw] Youch!

[Snagglepuss] Kazing!

Youch!

[Snagglepuss] Kazing!

Youch!

l theen I better put a stop to all this kazinging.

And one for the road.

Kazing!

Youch!

[Baba] Hey, El Kazing.’

Ole, I theen.

Heavens to Murgatroyd.

Champions are as thick as flies this season.

And whom are you supposed to be?

I'm El Kapowey.

Champion of champions, I theen.

Okay, I'll go along with the gag.

l use a kazinger. What do you use?

This.

A champion using fisticuffs.

How crude.

That means for me, exit, stage left.

Hey, Quickstraw,

we can go to the grape-picking festival now, I theen.

Well, you are thinnin' wrong.

If there's any pickin’ to be done

we're gonna do it right here.

So start pickin’.

You know, l like that Quickstraw.

He's got a lot of stuff up here.

No brains, just a lot of stuff.

[chuckling]

[closing theme music]

[opening theme music]

[telephone ringing]

[Snooper] Snooper Detective Agency,

when others don't give a hoot, give 'em the boot,

we'll find the loot, so shoot!

You say the Royal Bujang Ruby has been stolen?

And you're offering $37,000 reward

for its recoverance?

Relax, madam, I'll be most financially happy

to take the job.

[banging on door]

That must be Blab, my worthless worthy assistant.

Come in, Blab!

Greetings, Snooper, me lad!

Inspector O'Lenihan!

Come in and rest your badge a while.

Snooper, I'm after being after the Royal Bujang Ruby?

The Royal Bujang Ruby?

Why, that's what I'm after.

You're not fooling me at all

at all at all at all!

-Not at all? -Not at all!

So don't try to cover up for that assistant of yours!

1 know he stole it.

Blab stole the Royal Bujang Ruby?

You must be bejabbered O'Lenihan.

[Blab] Hello, fellas!

Dum-de-dum-dum-da.

Ha! There you are, me bucko!

I'll shake the truth out of ya!

Drop it I say, drop it!

Drop what?

[Snoop] It's the Royal Bujang Ruby!

My worthless assistant, a ruby robber!

Honest, Snoop!

1 don't know how that ruby got in my pocket!

Curses!

The Ala-kazoop worked off

before the little sap could bring me the ruby.

I'll have to hit him with another one.

Ala-kazoop!

Your slightest wish is my command, oh, master.

Bring me the Royal Bujang Ruby, slave.

Yes, master.

All right, wise guys, hand over the royal ruby,

or I'll blast ya!

Blab, you must be kiddin’. Put that gun away!

[gunshot]

Am I, Snoop?

l guess not, Blab.

Good work, slave.

Grab the ruby, and let's scram!

[Blab] Coming, master!

[Inspector] You'll never get away with it, Blabber!

Sure that I'm hoping you got an answer for all this, Snooper!

1 got an internal hunch, inspector.

Folly me!

Just as I elementaried.

It's all here in my Enemies Directory, under H.

It's the work of the great Hypno,

who I put in the pokey for pear! stealing eight years ago.

And what has he got to do with all this?

Blab is the only one Hypno can hypnotize,

by saying Ala-kazoop!

Then the little fella doesn't know what he's doin'?

Right. Uh, give me 24 hours and 15 minutes,

and I'll get the ruby back.

What's the 15 minutes for?

1 gotta have lunch, don't I?

Attention Blab, pal!

Can youse hear me?

This is Snoop, your everlasting sidekicker callin’!

Attention, Blab! Can you hear me?

Drat, it's that Snoopy Snoop!

Let's get out of here, slave!

Yes, master.

Blab! Come back!

Remember the Private Eye Institute slogan.

"A private eye is an honest guy!"

Did you say something, Snoop?

Get the Royal Bujang Ruby away from that crook, Blab.

Huh? Okay, crook!

Hand over that ruby!

Good work, Blab, let me have it!

Here you are, Snoop!

1 guess the Private Eye slogan snapped you out of it.

Well, I'll snap him right back in.

Ala-kazoop!

Whaddaya think you have there, a sniveling assistant?

Drop that ruby!

Blab, you don't know what you're doin’.

Don't l, Snooper?

] guess you do.

[laughing]

Good work, slave!

Thanks, master!

Blab! Like I said, "A private eye is an honest guy."

Ala-kazoop!

"A private eye is an honest guy."

-Ala-kazoop! -Private eye, honest guy!

Ala-kazoop, Ala-kazoop!

-Honest guy! -Ala-kazoop!

Stop!

Gosh, I'm all mixed up!

Here's the ruby, Snoop!

Thanks, pal!

Oh, no, you don't!

My master wouldn't like it!

Here's the ruby, master!

Thanks, slave!

Oh, no, you don't, Snoop wouldn't like it!

I'll snap him out of it, with a strong one!

Aaaala-kazoop!

Ala-kazoop, your head off, Hypno.

Blab can't hear ya.

You mumbled something, Snoop?

Give me that ruby!

What did he say, Snoop?

He said give him the ruby.

Oh, if you say so, Snoop. Here.

Much obliged!

[laughing]

l can't hear a thing with these things on, Snoop.

Put 'em back on, Blab, before he says Ala-kazoop.

Ala-kazoop?

Your slightest wish is my command, master.

Say, Snoop, look what ! did with one little Ala-kazoop.

Well, Ala-kazoop him back into the coop!

Will do, Snoop!

-Oh, Blab? -Yeah, Snoop?

Go get me a hot dog, will ya?

Not any more, Snoop!

Ala-kazoop, Snoop!

You're my slave!

Your slightest wish is me command, master.

Gosh! I Ala-kazooped Snoop, and it worked.

I'm an Ala-kazooper!

Like heck you are, Blab, l was merely joshing you,

now get goin’!

Yes, master.

And heavy on the mustard, Blab!

Let's face it, Super Snooper is a super duper Ala-kazooper!

[closing theme music]

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~ Galloping all the way f

JS Here comes Quick Draw McGraw Sf

[announcer] Kellogg's, your best choice in cereals...

f~ Yipee yi-o ki-a f

~ Galloping all the way f

~ Great big star on his chest f

£ Outdraws all of the rest f

~ Fastest gun in the west f

f~ Yipee yi-o ki-a f

~ Galloping all the way f

~ There goes Quick Draw McGraw f

f The high-falutin'est f

S Fastest shootin'est

~ Cowboy you ever saw f

[Quick Draw McGraw] Hey, Baba Looey! Are you all right?

So right.