Perils of Penelope Pitstop (1969) s01e07 Episode Script

Help! Starring those seven rollicking rescuers: The Anthill Mob, their courageous car, Chug-a-Boom and that villain of villains, The Hooded Claw.
Penelope Pitstop, heiress to a vast fortune, is in perpetual peril from her fortune-seeking guardian, Sylvester Sneekly who, unknown to her, is really The Hooded Claw.
But foiling this fiend's foul plots are Penelope's ever-present protectors: The Anthill Mob.
I'll get you, Penelope Pitstop.
When we last left Penelope, she was bringing back a rare white baby camel from the land of pyramids and sphinxes to donate to the children's zoo.
But unbeknown to her The Hooded Claw had set up a terrible tent trap and trapped her inside.
Okay, Bully Brothers, fill up the tent with hot air.
Right, Claw.
So that's it.
It's the old balloon-trick tent trap.
Well, this has got to be the work of The Hooded Claw.
I wonder what that fiend is up to? I'm up to my ankles in sand.
But in a minute, Pitstop, you'll be up to 30,000 feet.
And that fast-burning fuse will pop the balloon, and you'll fall face first to your fate.
Don't count on your fast-fusing plan, you fiend because here comes The Anthill Mob! Penelope's going to go pop! Not if we can douse that fuse with this water-tipped arrow.
- Ready.
- Aim.
Fire, you dum-dum! Yeah.
Fire, you dum-dum.
Something tells me we goofed, guys.
No kidding! The Anthill Mob.
Don't worry, Penelope, we'll save you.
I don't know how they'll keep that promise because they're going down and the fuse is going up! Three cheers for the fuse.
Quick, Pockets! Make with the extension ladder.
One genuine extension ladder coming up.
An extension ladder? What kind of a goofy plan is this? On the double, you guys.
Up that ladder! Stop that! Stop that, I say! Here comes the fuse.
Well, snuff it out.
Now the fuse is going the other way, and it's lit the ladder! Nice going, guys.
You saved our gal! Blast! Foiled by those balloon-brained boobs.
But Pitstop isn't out of the desert yet.
Thanks, ever so ever, fellas.
Y'all were just marvelous.
I do hope that nasty old Hooded Claw doesn't show up again.
Don't worry, Penelope.
We'll see you through to safety.
Oh, yeah? Well, let's see you see through this sandstorm.
- Fan on, Bully Brothers.
- Right, Claw.
What's that sneaky sandstorm sneak up to now? Look, it's a sandstorm.
Knock off your laughing, you Yuck Yuck.
The sandstorm is gone.
And so is Penelope.
And guess who's got her! Yep, it's me again.
And is she going to get it.
Poor Penelope.
What pyramiding peril awaits her in this pyramid? This one's a doozy, Pitstop.
It's called The Terrible Tut Tape Trap.
Spare me the details, you finagling fiend! What? And spoil the fun? If you'll notice, my dear, that mouse chasing the Swiss cheese turns the treadmill.
Which, in turn, turns the turntable which winds you up in that tape.
- You can't mean - You guessed it, kiddo.
You're going to be wrapped up like a mummy which should wrap you up for good.
Farewell forever, Pitstop.
No hard feelings, I hope.
Wait! You just can't be so low that you'd leave a little old camel behind! You want to bet? Will poor Penelope be turntabled into a mummy? Or can our desert do-gooders turn the table on The Hooded Claw? And here comes our super seven searching for Penelope.
Hey! We'll never find Penelope.
Sure we will.
If we ever find out which direction to go.
Maybe we can get some directions at that gas station.
That's an oil field, you dum-dum.
Pardon us, Your Oil-ship.
But have you seen a hooded villain, two henchmen and a heroine carrying a rare white baby camel pass this way? Was the heroine Penelope Pitstop? Yeah, that's right.
Let me see.
Oh, yes.
- They went in that tunnel.
- Thanks.
No, fellows! Wait! That's not a tunnel.
It's an oil pipe.
Those Simple Simons fell for it.
Seal them in, Bully Brothers.
Right, Claw.
Oh, no.
The Hooded Claw has put our Simple Simons off the trail and into trouble.
We've been tricked into an oil tank.
So, while the good guys are up to their necks in oil Penelope's up to her elbows in tape.
I hate tapey elbows.
We got to get out of here.
Quick, you guys.
- Split up and see where those pipes go.
- Right, Clyde.
It's about time you guys got zipping! Now keep your eyes open for a way out.
Oh, brother! Well, at least Zippy's zipping with his eyes open.
But he's zipping right up an oil well! Let's hope Softy doesn't end up in an oil well.
Looks like our heroes are returning to the tank.
I found a way out.
Has anybody got a flashlight? No.
But I got a match.
You dum-dum! Quick! Blow it out! Meanwhile, back at the pyramid poor Penelope's fate is just about wrapped up.
Exciting, isn't it? Come on, Miss Penelope.
You've got to think of something.
I have thought of something.
It's a little old long shot, but if I can hit that gong with my little old pocket watch, I can signal for help.
Good luck, Penelope.
Here goes.
How about that! The baby camel is going to ring it, too.
You've got the idea, little old fella.
Keep it up.
Let's hope this long shot works 'cause our seven big shots are a long way off.
Hey, Clyde, listen.
A gong.
And it's coming from that pyramid.
- That could only be Penelope.
- Come on! On the double, Chug-a-Boom.
Hey, wait for us, you overeager auto! How are we going to get in, Clyde? What we need is a battering ram.
You say you need a battering ram? Sorry, Clyde.
I'm all out of battering rams.
- Quick, Zippy.
Go get a big log.
- Right, Clyde.
- I said "log," not "hog," you dippy Zippy.
- Sorry, Clyde.
Let's hope Zippy brings back a log this time.
Will this do, Clyde? Great! Now let's try it against a door.
Our gal is just about wrapped up.
I wonder if Cleopatra dressed this way? The Anthill Mob and Chug-a-Boom are right on target.
Or are they? Watch out! Wake up, Snoozy.
You're driving all over the place.
Wouldn't you know it? He drove off a cliff! Those never-say-die guys are trying it again! Who turned that pyramid around? I'll give you three guesses.
Speaking of guesses, I guess this is the end for poor Penelope.
Okay, you guys.
Let's pry open this pyramid.
Jump, Chug-a-Boom.
Geronimo! This ain't the way we planned it, but we're in.
Look, Clyde.
There's Penelope.
Quick! We got to unwind her.
All together, you guys.
Pull! Oh, no.
Penelope has spun out of one trap into another.
Pretty cagey of me, huh, Pitstop? Pretty crummy is more like it.
So once again, that hooded fiend makes off with our heroine leaving our wound-up wonders wondering what to do.
Quick, Pockets, make with your scissors and cut us out of this mess.
Right, Clyde.
Remind me never to let you cut my hair.
Hey, Clyde, Penelope's gone.
The Hooded Claw must have got her! Let's go! Hurry, you guys! And you, too! Step on it.
Whoever heard of a camel driving to the rescue? Meanwhile, that hooded desert do-badder has taken poor Penelope to a deserted foreign legion fort.
This one's a simple one, Pitstop.
All you have to do is just walk the plank.
Whoever heard of walking the plank in the desert? I did.
Especially when the end of the plank hangs over the edge of a bottomless cliff.
Now, if you'll be so kind as to start walking.
- Never.
- I thought you might just say that.
So I'll just have to roll that pile of cannon balls down and knock you off.
- Okay, Bully Brothers.
Pull the peg.
- Right, Claw.
What are you going to do now, Penelope? I am going to jump.
But that's what the fiend wants you to do! I'm going to jump up, not down.
What a gal! You must have been good at dodgeball! I was champ.
Well, you can't keep it up forever, Pitstop.
Here comes Chug-a-Boom, hot on the trail.
But it looks like the trail is a little too hot for him.
This desert heat has got Chug-a-Boom overheated.
Chuggy needs water.
There's some water, Clyde.
This is what I call a stroke of luck.
Okay, Chug-a-Boom, drink up.
- He was really thirsty.
- Come on, let's go.
It looks like Penelope is going to make it! That was the last little old cannon ball.
I am safe.
Guess again, Pitstop.
That was a dirty trick, you fiend.
Typical of me, wasn't it? It looks like Penelope's luck is running out.
But wait a minute! Here comes The Anthill Mob riding in.
Don't worry, Pitstop.
I'll catch you.
It looks like you're falling for that fiend, Penelope.
And now he's lighting that fuse to finish you.
When that cannon goes boom all that will be left of Pitstop will be the pits.
Poor Penelope.
She's stuffed in a runaway cannon.
Oh, dear! This could be serious.
Look, Penelope's caught in the cannon.
Quick.
We'll head her off.
Will this runaway cannon blast our Penelope at last? Not if I act fast.
What can she do? Good going, Penelope! But what about that cannon? Sorry I asked.
It's right behind our guys.
Hey, what gives? Penelope's out of the cannon and we're in it.
Oh, dear.
The Anthill Mob are in trouble.
Come on, Chug-a-Boom, let's go.
Hurry, Penelope, hurry! We're heading for a city, Clyde.
I just love sightseeing.
We'll be a sight to see if we don't get out of here.
Will you knock off that terrible flute-playing! - We got enough problems! - Anything you say, Clyde.
Here I come, fellas.
Good going, Penelope.
You're just in time.
- It's no use, Penelope.
- Yeah, we're stuck tight.
This oil should do the trick.
What a gal! Now our Penelope's saved our guys! But that crazy cannon is still on the loose.
And it's headed right back to the fort.
Penelope should go boom right about now.
- See who it is, Bully Brothers.
- Yipe! Blast! Some days it doesn't pay to get out of bed.
So, as the distant desert sun begins to set Penelope heads homeward for the children's zoo with the baby white camel.
Blast! I just hate happy endings.
The next time that I meet up with that Pitstop the ending won't be happy.
I'll see to that! Help! I'll get you, Penelope Pitstop.