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(engine roaring)

¢ Supercar, Supercar J

~ With beauty and grace I

f As swift as can be f

£ Watch it flying through the air S

f It travels in space or under the sea

f And it can journey anywhere J

¢ Supercar, Supercar J

~ It travels on land or roams the skies J

~ Through the heavens stormy rage f

f It's Mercury manned and everyone cries f

f It's the marvel of the age I

¢ Supercar, Supercar, Supercar f

(engine roaring)

(whimsical music)

- Leave the engines running, Mike.

| don't suppose Jimmy and
Dr. Beaker will be long now.

- Right, Professor.

Switch all controls over to me, will ya?

We won't need the console today.

Not if you're all coming along.

- It will be crowded, |
know, Mike (chuckles).

And you'll have to behave yourself, Mitch.

With five of us in Supercar,

there won't be any room
for funny business.

(Mitch hooting)

(Mitch screeching)

The control's all yours, Mike.

I'm going to see how
Dr. Beaker's getting on.

- Ah, ah, ah, plates, cups.

One broken, | see.

Ah, teapot, teapot.

Now, where's the teapot?

| will not be fobbed off
with coffee, or mint juleps,

or carbonated beverages, | tell you.

Tea, that's the only stuff.

- But, Dr. Beaker, where
are we gonna put all this?

Supercar's only got a makeshift backseat.

- Oh, well, we'll find room,

ah, ah, perhaps even under the seat.

Ah, there you are, Professor.

| can't find the teapot.

Kettle yes, teapot, ah, ah, no.

- Good heavens, Beaker,
are we gonna take all that?

- Well, ah, I've had thought eh,

since we are going for
a day in the mountains,

eh, there is a pretty killer
icefall | want to see.

Ah, a frozen, um, it
ah, waterfall, that is.

- | hear ya, Doc,

and | might've known you'd
combine business with pleasure.

Where is this waterfall?

- Yes, Beaker, and what's
that you've got there?

- A piece of speleological equipment.

In short, a miner's helmet.

This icefall, so the books
say, is ah, ah, underground,

in a cave, that is to say.

- Underground, how far underground?

- Oh, not far, | assure you.

Maybe a half mile or so.

- Near a half mile or so, underground?

Why is it that Dr. Beaker
can turn the simplest outing

into some sort of dangerous safari?

Oh, well, all aboard!

(mysterious music)

(engine roaring)

(whimsical music)

- This is great, Professor.

First time we've ever had a real day out

all together in Supercar, isn't it, Mitch?

(Mitch hooting)

- Now, please, Dr. Beaker,
you know what you said.

Now, wait till after lunch, huh?

- My dear fellow, there's no
cause for alarm, | assure you.

| propose merely to make
a preliminary survey.

Um, reconnoitre, as it were, before lunch.

Then | can show you
all the way afterwards.

- It's too dangerous, Dr. Beaker.

You could get lost like that.

- But | assure you, no.

Experienced cave explorers,

such as myself for instance, use string.

- To keep your pants up with | suppose.

- As a guide, my dear fellow, as a guide.

One ties it to some convenient
point at the cavern mouth,

and unwinds it on the way in,

then one rewinds it on
the way out, simple.

- Well, okay, Dr. Beaker,

but let's make sure the
string's well tied this end.

- Oh, it's secure, |
assure you, quite secure.

| should not be longer than
em, eh, 20 minutes or so.

- (chuckles) | expect Beaker is wanting

to explore the cave
straight away as usual.

(mysterious music)

(Mitch hooting)

(Mitch screeching)

- | heard Mitch just then.

- Ah, leave him alone for now.

He'll be here soon enough

when it gets to dishing out the food.

- Interesting, most interesting.

There's no doubt that this is the cavern

mentioned by McGahn in his book,

"Cave Treasures of the
North American Continent".

(Mitch screeching)

(Mitch hooting)

Yeah, well, so far, so good.

Let us penetrate a little deeper.

Spinning like a araignee (chuckles)

our line as we go (chuckles).

(Mitch screeching)

(Mitch hooting)

(Dr. Beaker humming)

Ah, should be getting near it soon.

He didn't mention any side passages.

In any case, he found it easily enough.

(Mitch hooting)

- It's getting on for lunchtime.

Dr. Beaker said he'd be
about 20 minutes or so.

Doesn't give him much longer.

- Oh, don't worry so much, Mike.

What can happen to him?

He's not likely to try to force his way

if it looks dangerous,

and he can't miss his way out.

Why don't you just relax?

- Relax, he's so absentminded,

he could knock himself out

walking into one of those icicle things.

(head thuds)

- Stalactites, most
interesting, if a trifle hard.

Really must be more careful.

Now, | ought to be somewhere near by now.

(Mitch hooting)

(Dr. Beaker humming)

Ah, now, | wonder if that
could be the main chamber?

McGahn's directions weren't very clear.

In any case, | still have my
thread, so I, | can't go wrong.

- It really is too bad of him.

The trouble is, when Beaker
becomes interested in something,

he gets too busy to notice
if he's hungry or not.

(water dripping)

- Oh, remarkable, oh,
most, most remarkable.

McGahn was quite right.

(whimsical music)

Now, let me see.

All | have to do is follow this
string back to the entrance,

and | think, | really think,

| should have worked up
quite an appetite for lunch.

Yes, remarkable.

(Mitch hooting)

(Mitch screeching)

Ah, what was that, | wonder?

(Mitch hooting)

(Mitch screeching)

- And another thing,
Professor, where's Mitch?

| don't hear him,

and when | can't hear him,

| think he's up to something.

- | didn't see where he went.

- Well, anyway, I'm getting too hungry

to wait around for Dr. Beaker.

If he has found that
icefall he's looking for,

he'll have forgotten all about us,

so we won't see him for an hour or so.

(Mitch screeching)

- Well, now who's a fool?

Myself, nor you, you,
you, ah, Stone Age brute!

Give me that string!

(Mitch screeching)

Oh well, it can't be helped.

It is going to make the
problem of getting out

a little more difficult, that's all.

Which way did | come in, I, | wonder?

(Mitch hooting)

Yes, a great help you are.

Well, as I'm here it would be
a pity to leave without ah,

studying this phenomenon.

(water dripping)

Hmm, yes, no doubt about it.

Ice, rather than mineral deposit.

(Mitch hooting)

(Mitch screeching)

Yes, precisely, precisely, my dear fellow.

No doubt only radiometrical analysis

could tell us how old
these formations are.

Now, | wonder if it's at all possible

to get behind the fall
itself, one in perhaps?

(Mitch screeching)

(Mitch hooting)

(mysterious music)

Oh, really, oh, this is exciting,
oh, most, most exciting!

McGahn didn't mention
cave drawings in his book.

- | wonder if he's found it by now?

| sure would like to see it.

Imagine a frozen waterfall.

That must really be something.

- Yes, Jimmy, | should
imagine you are right.

I'm quite looking forward to having

Dr. Beaker show it to us (chuckles).

- Oh, | really must get
back and tell the others.

Oh, Professor, Professor, Professor!

(ice thudding)
(Mitch screeching)

- What was that?

- | don't know, Jimmy, but
it sounds like trouble.

(ice thudding)
(Mitch screeching)

(dramatic music)

Can't hear anything now.

Beaker, no, nothing.

Sounded to me as though the roof fell in.

- Mike, didn't you say Dr. Beaker

tied some string somewhere around here,

so he could find his way out again?

- Yeah, it's right there by you.

- No, it's not.

There's no string anywhere here.

- You know what that means?

- Mitch.

- That's right.

He must've followed Dr.
Beaker into the cave,

and taken the end with him.

We're in trouble now and plenty of it.

- My dear Mike, what do you suggest we do?

- | dunno, Professor, | just don't know.

Most likely thing is that a
bit of the roof's fallen in,

and without the string to guide us,

we can't even find our way in to see.

- But Dr. Beaker may have been hurt.

We've got to get in and find him.

- Well, it was most unfortunate,
really most unfortunate.

How extremely careless of me.

Oh, | hope, indeed |
trust that the drawing

has not been damaged by the fall.

No, still quite intact.

That's the main thing.

But the fact still
remains that | find myself

in the most unfortunate position,

and there is no means of
getting word to the others.

(Mitch screeching)

(Mitch hooting)

(Mitch screeching)

- We should have kept an eye on Mitch.

He's always getting into trouble.

- Not his fault, Professor.

It's ours, mine mostly.

| should never have agreed

to let Dr. Beaker go in there by himself.

The trouble is he's always
so darn self-confident.

- Should | go and fetch
a flashlight, Mike?

We'll have to try and find him.

- Sure, Jimmy, you do that.

Though | don't see there's
much hope of finding him.

We don't even know how
far in the icefall was.

- Hmm, now let me see.

| must make some sort of
assessment of the situation.

It ah, it ah, it appears
that | can't get out.

And since Mitch brought
the string in with him,

the others can't get in either,

which makes things awkward, most awkward.

Without the string,
nobody could do anything.

- All set, Professor?

It's a pity | can't copy Beaker's trick,

because we haven't got any more string.

- | hope you know what you're doing, Mike,

but | know we can't just
stand around and argue.

- | only wish | knew the way,
but | guess | can manage.

- Hey look, it's Mitch.

Here, Mitch, how'd you
find your way out, Mitch?

(Mitch screeching)

(Mitch hooting)

- Shows that he didn't need
any string to guide him anyway.

Probably did it by scent.

- Well, anyway, if he found his way out,

he can find his way back in again.

- Sure he can.

Come on, Mitch, let's go.

I'll go in and size things up.

If all goes well, I'll
be back in a few minutes.

At least we'll know what's
happened to Dr. Beaker.

- Curious, the artist appears
to have used two pigments,

ah, ochre and ah, red of some sort.

It's in addition to the
normal carbon black.

- Beaker, Beaker, Beaker!

- Now, is that Mike's voice?

Hardly likely | should have thought.

(chuckles) Probably an acoustic deception.

- Beaker, Beaker, Beaker!

Hey, that may have been
what started off the fall,

if there was one.

I'd better go steady, Mitch.

(Mitch hooting)

And you keep quiet too.

(Mitch hooting quietly)

(mysterious music)

Beaker?

(rocks fall)
(Mitch screeches)

- [Dr. Beaker] Over here, Mike!

- Coming, Dr. Beaker.

(Mitch screeching)

Are you all right?

- [Dr. Beaker] Oh, satisfactory,

my dear fellow, quite satisfactory.

How did you find your way in?

- Mitch brought me.

He didn't need your string.

- Oh, there seems to be some
difficulty about getting out.

- Don't worry, Dr. Beaker.

We'll have you out of here in no time.

Now, just hold on a minute.

I'm going back to the others outside.

I'll be back soon.

- Ah, no immediate hurry, my dear chap.

| am quite comfortable.

Except that I'm bound to say
it's a little stuffy in here.

- | wonder if Mike's found Dr. Beaker yet?

- Just be patient, Jimmy.

- Hey, there's Mitch.

- Then at least whatever Mike has found,

can not be far underground.

He hasn't been gone very long.

- And here's Mike.

What's happened, Mike?

- Now listen, here's the picture.

Dr. Beaker's not hurt,

but he's trapped behind a fall of ice.

- How much ice, Mike?

- Well, it's hard to tell.

A couple of tonnes at least.

| could just about see his
light through the stuff.

- Hey, Mike, you know that in
cases of emergency like this,

we leave it up to you.

- Well, we've got Supercar.

- Supercar?

- The way | see it is this.

Dr. Beaker seems to have sealed himself in

behind a solid wall of ice.

We can't shift it.

There's too much of it.

So, we melt it.

- Melt it?

- Yeah, with Supercar's jets.

Now, let's get going.

- But, Mike, you mean
you want to take Supercar

into the cave?

- That's just what | do mean, Professor.

It's not as impossible as it sounds.

He's about a quarter of a mile
in and it's wide all the way.

Now, come on, let's get going.

(Dr. Beaker humming)

- Wonder if this was done

before or after the icefall formed?

Would it be evidence of
primitive religion perhaps?

- Okay, Professor, Mitch will lead you in.

He seems to know what he's doing.

You follow him in with a flashlight,

and I'll follow you with Supercar.

Hey, Jimmy!

- Yes, Mike?

- You stay behind,

and see me into the mouth
of the cave, will you?

- Can't | come in with you?

- Keep clear of the jets then,

and keep Mitch out of the way
once we're in there, okay?

- All set, Mike.

(Mitch hooting)

(Mitch screeching)

- Go on, Mitch.

You gotta lead the way.

- Standby, half boost.

(triumphant music)

How am | doing, Jimmy?

- Okay, Mike.

(rock scraping)

- | don't like it.

That piece of rock
could easily shake loose

when Mike brings Supercar car in here.

(suspenseful music)

Follow me, Mike, but be careful.

There's a loose rock overhead.

- Roger.

Steady.

(Supercar thuds)

Oh, that means another paint job.

(rocks thudding)

- Mike, cut your motors, Mike!

- What's that, Professor?

Can't stop now!

- Look out, Mike!

(rocks thudding)

- What the, throttles back!

- More slowly, Mike!

You can't hurry this!

- Are you all right, Mike?

- Sure, at least | hope so.

The Professor's right.

We'll have to take it slow.

Lead on, Professor.

I'll do my best to take it steady.

(engine humming)

- If it were not so unlikely,

1, | should've said that
was Supercar's engine.

Oh, but | doubt it surely.

| say, it seems to be getting
a little close in here.

(engine humming)

Well, oh well, rather unorthodox
one would have thought.

- We'll have to be as
quick as we can, Professor.

Supercar's exhaust
fumes could be dangerous

in a confined space if we kept
the motors on for too long.

Not to mention the possibility

of a few hundred tonnes of
rock falling on our heads.

- Dr. Beaker, Dr. Beaker,
are you all right?

- Yes, quite all right!

Except, ah, it's getting
a little stuffy in here.

- Ah, Mike, Beaker's getting short of air!

- Is there a crack anywhere,

anywhere we could push a tube through?

- | don't know.

| could look for one, why?

- We could run an air hose

from Supercar's oxygen supply, that's why.

Hey, Jimmy!

- Over here, Mike.

I'm doing like you said,
keeping Mitch real quiet.

(Mitch screeching)

- How about it, Professor?

Can you find a crack anywhere?

- Yes, yes, | found a hole.

| don't know if it goes
all the way though.

Dr. Beaker!

- [Dr. Beaker] Eh (gasping), what is it?

- We are going to try to push
an air hose through to you.

Then we are going to melt
the ice and get you out.

- Melt the ice?

What on earth are they thinking of?

- [Professor] Watch for the
end of the pipe, Beaker.

(air rushing)

- That should do it, Professor.

- How is that, Beaker?

- Oh, excellent, ah, real
vintage stuff, Professor.

Eh, eh, Professor!

- Yes?

- Did | understand you to say a moment ago

that you propose to melt away the ice?

Eh, eh, | am not sure | understand you.

Eh, eh, with what, a blowtorch?

- (chuckles) In a way you
could call it that, yes.

Mike is going to start Supercar's engines,

and place the hot exhaust against the ice.

So stand away as far
as you can, Dr. Beaker!

- Well, | fear the maximum
distance | can achieve is ah,

ah, six feet only, Professor.

An oxygen leak might ah,
exaggerate combustion somewhat.

- Professor, maybe you had better go over

and stand with Jimmy and Mitch
nearer the mouth of the cave.

- Certainly, Mike, but be careful!

Don't leave the engines on too long!

Beaker is not far from
the other side of the ice!

- I'll be careful.

Port engine charging now.

(engine humming)

7,000, 9,000, 11,000, 13,000!

15,000, are you ready?

Here it goes then, fire one!

(engines roar)

Give it 15 seconds.

That should start something.

(engines humming)

Right, let's cut.

Ah, no effect.

Firing again!

(engines roaring)

(rocks thudding)

(engines roaring)
(rocks thudding)

That'll do, cut!

(whimsical music)

- Ah, satisfactory,
most, most satisfactory.

(Mitch hooting)

| really am extremely grateful.

- Hey, come on, let's get outta here!

(Mitch screeching)

(whimsical music)

Well, that was some picnic,
Dr. Beaker, what happened?

- Well, I'm ashamed to say
that it was entirely my fault.

| have been responsible
for the destruction

of an ice formation
that is possibly unique,

except for Casteret's
discoveries in the Pyrenees.

But fortunately, the rock
drawings are unharmed.

Yes, | propose to go back
there tomorrow morning,

and | will take a flashgun and camera

- Flashgun, oh no you don't, Dr. Beaker.

You nearly got killed just
through shouting too loud.

| hate to think what you could do

with an exploding flashbulb.

- Oh, nonsense, flashbulbs
are perfectly safe.

(flashgun thuds)

(whimsical music)

(engine roaring)

¢ Supercar, Supercar J

~ With beauty and grace I

f As swift as can be f

£ Watch it flying through the air S

f It travels in space or under the sea

f And it can journey anywhere J

¢ Supercar, Supercar J

~ It travels on land or roams the skies J

~ Through the heavens's stormy rage J

f It's Mercury manned and everyone cries f

f It's the marvel of the age I

¢ Supercar, Supercar, Supercar f

(dramatic music)

(engine roaring)