Perils of Penelope Pitstop (1969) s01e09 Episode Script
Hair Raising Harness Race
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.
If you recall, the feature event at the County Fair is the harness race.
And Penelope is determined to win the Pitstop Gold Cup.
Yes.
Dear daddy would've wanted it that way.
He paid for the cup, you know.
And they're off! Penelope quickly takes the lead but The Hooded Claw has tampered with the harness.
And Penelope not only is running out of the race but is running out of control.
Her protectors, The Anthill Mob, on the way to the fair, meet Penelope.
Hi, fellas! Hi, Penelope.
Going for a ride? Ride, nothing, you dum-dum.
She's in danger.
Hold on, Penelope.
We'll get in front of you and slow you down to a stop.
The rescue attempt fails and Penelope goes soaring into space.
But at this very moment, a somewhat small boy is flying a rather large box kite.
What luck.
A little old box kite.
Good thinking, Penelope! Thank you, dear kite.
Oh, my! These early spring tulips are lovely.
You're under arrest for tulip tampering.
But, Officer, I'm Penelope Pitstop lovely heiress and owner of this little old park.
Come on.
And tell it to the judge.
And here come the judge.
Why, it's none other than The Hooded Claw.
Who did you expect, Snow White? And here come those klutzes, The Anthill Mob.
Look, it's The Hooded Claw.
He must have Penelope trapped in that phony police car.
Yeah, step on it.
Courage, Penelope.
Help is on its way! Why, look.
The ceiling is lowering towards little old me.
And what a ceiling.
It's spiked with spikes! What a pickle to be in.
Yes, and you'll soon be a peck of pickled Pitstops.
- Are we going to a pickle factory, boss? - No, you dummies.
We're going to our secret mountain hideout.
It looks like there's no way out for Penelope or is there? Okay, you guys.
We gotta get that door open and Penelope out! You say you want the door open? One door opener coming up.
Now, hit the brakes.
It didn't work, did it, Clyde? No kidding.
Cut us loose, Snoozy.
Yeah.
Loose.
And so The Anthill Mob's rescue attempt fails.
But Penelope is determined not to fail.
If I can only reach that little old bench with my little old tippy toe.
Lucky for me this bench is a perfect size nine.
Meanwhile, The Hooded Claw continues to his hideout.
Here we are.
Let's check on our punctured Penelope.
What is this? Saved by a size-nine bench.
- How sneaky can you get? - The Hooded Claw! Come on, Chug-a-Boom.
You can make it.
Boss, here come The Anthill Mob.
Get rid of those midget microbes while I get rid of Penelope.
Action.
Roll them.
A rolling stone may gather no moss.
But it's going to flatten The Anthill Mob.
Chug-a-Boom, dig in.
Chug-a-Boom and The Anthill Mob are safe but we can't say as much for Penelope.
Twenty-three skidoo for you, my pretty Penelope.
Ta-ta.
The floor is sliding out from under me.
It's a little old crocodile.
And he looks hungry, the poor thing.
Go, Chug-a-Boom.
We've gotta save Penelope.
The mountains are always so beautiful this time of the year! Come on, guys.
Step on it because Penelope is only a step away from that hungry crocodile.
Chewing bubble gum at a time like this is unladylike but it's my only chance.
Penelope, won't that bubble gum ruin your shoes? It might, but it's worth the risk.
Watch.
And so, using bubble-gum power Penelope pitter-patters up the wall to safety.
Penelope, where are you? I'm here, fellas.
You wait right there, Penelope.
We're going down to save you.
Quick, the triple-triple trapeze act.
We're coming, Penelope.
That ain't no Penelope.
That's Penelope over there.
Hi, fellas, looking for me? The Hooded Claw has gone too far this time.
Yeah.
He's gotta be stopped.
And I know just the man who can do it.
My loyal and trusted guardian, Sylvester Sneekly.
Here we are, Penelope.
Thank you.
I'll call if I need you.
Right.
Wait till I tell my guardian, Sylvester Sneekly about that nasty old Hooded Claw.
He'll help me.
You bet I will.
Bully Brothers, bring that giant fourth-of-July firecracker.
Yes, sir.
I'll have Sylvester Sneekly, my trusted guardian throw The Hooded Claw behind bars.
Going up? Sylvester must have moved.
I just passed his floor.
Up, up goes the elevator.
Out of control! With an unsuspecting Penelope aboard.
Is Penelope to be plunged to the pavement below? One must always look at the bright side.
The view of the city is breathtaking.
Is it a bird? Is it a plane? No, it's Penelope.
And we gotta save her.
Why didn't you say so? I just happen to have a life-saving net.
Oh, dear.
I do believe I'm in a bit of a fix.
We're coming, Penelope.
Don't worry, hang on.
Look out.
Hold it, hold it.
What do you think you're doing with that net? Would you believe waiting for an elevator? That does it.
Fibbing in a public place is a serious offense.
As the elevator continues to fall Penelope reads the diving instructions from her Girl Ranger's Handbook.
"Hands over head, feet tippy-toe "give a big push, and away we go! " And Penelope dives to safety while the empty elevator continues its plunge.
Here it comes.
Hold tight.
Waiting for an elevator.
What a story.
What do you know? They were waiting for an elevator.
Making her way across the rooftops Penelope is suddenly confronted by The Hooded Claw! This time you'll not escape.
Run, Penelope, run! What are you clods waiting for? After her! - We want to go to Coney Island.
- Coney island? I won't take you until you've taken Penelope.
Get going.
Yes, sir.
But meanwhile, Penelope cleverly escapes the clutches of The Claw by clinging to a passing girder.
Thanks to my Girl Ranger training, I have no fear of heights.
Especially if I don't look down.
You Bully Brothers, push that quick-drying cement under Pitstop.
Right, boss.
Penelope! You can look now.
Quick-drying cement! You cad! Right.
I've got to get rid of you quickly.
If we're ever going to get to Coney Island.
Is Penelope to disappear forever in a block of cement or will The Anthill Mob net her in the nick of time? She looks just like a blue-crested dove flying to her nest.
Thank goodness I'm a cowboy flicker fan instead of a blue-crested dove.
What a swing, Penelope! Safe from the cement.
Blast! Look.
Penelope's safe.
That's swell.
They're so blasted happy, I think I'll throw a ball for them.
A steel one, that is.
Brother.
Now I know what a statue feels like.
Luckily, Penelope's expensive racing car is nearby.
Yes.
And The Hooded Claw will never catch a Stutz Bearcat, Model XKZ.
Yes, I will.
And when I do I have a very flattening offer to make her.
Is Penelope to be flattened by a steamroller? All right, you guys.
Making like a statue is a serious offense.
Break it up.
Thanks, Officer.
We're off to perform a daring rescue.
Let's go, Chug-a-Boom.
Not that way.
There's a police parade going on.
Open ranks.
Official car coming through.
All right, Chug.
You can quit marching now and let's go find Penelope.
Meanwhile, back on the highway Penelope remembers a bottle of Super Stick Mucilage which she deftly applies to the charging steamroller.
Blast.
I'm stuck.
If it makes you feel better, you fiend, so is Penelope.
Oh, pooh.
I'm out of gasoline.
And a horseless carriage won't run without it.
I'll seek refuge in this lovely little old shack.
No, Penelope! That lovely little shack is loaded with high explosives! Hurry, boys.
Hurry! The Hooded Claw! And he's moving this little old shack to the railroad track.
Hold it.
Right there.
When the 4:15 comes through at 5:15 that shack will get some whack.
And it's farewell forever, Penelope Pitstop.
Oh, dear, it's after 5:00 so I suppose the 4:15 is right on schedule.
What a predicament.
But, hold it! Here comes The Anthill Mob.
Look, it's the police.
Shall we give up? No, you ninnies.
I know how to get rid of them.
There, how do I look? Just like Penelope.
Good.
Now, chase me.
Help, police! Help! There's Penelope! Save me! Help! We'll save you, Penelope.
I'm in here, boys.
I'm in here.
Where did she call from? Right over here.
By this big little old tree.
Here they come.
It's a trap, Clyde.
No kidding.
And there's The Hooded Claw! - You're under arrest.
- Arrest-schmest.
When that magnifying glass burns the rope that's holding you you'll drop down that 10,000-foot canyon.
And even if you could climb back, which you can't it'll be too late to stop the 4:15 and save Penelope.
On comes the 4.
:15, closer and closer.
But, what's this? It's the whistle I use to call Lilac Water, my faithful horse.
True to his training, Lilac Water heeds the distant whistle.
But, can he reach her in time? Yes, he can! And he does! In the nick of time.
Blast.
Thank you, faithful Lilac Water.
Now, unlock the door.
Look, boss.
A dynamite stick sticking out of the shack.
How terribly convenient.
Do hurry, Lilac Water.
Meanwhile, The Anthill Mob is in for a long drop.
There's no hope for that rope.
Stick together, gang.
It's a long ways down.
Good work, Lilac Water.
Blasted foul-up.
That's what it is.
Blasted foul-up.
No, Penelope, the other way.
- What? - The Anthill Mob needs you.
It looks like Penelope is too late! Go, Lilac Water, go! What a rescue! Thanks, Penelope.
Don't thank me, thank Lilac Water.
All right.
Thanks, Lilac Water.
And so, Penelope and The Anthill Mob head back to the County Fair.
I guess I'm too late to win the little old trophy.
But you saved our lives, Penelope.
Dear daddy would have wanted it that way.
Well, I didn't want it that way.
I promise you, next time I'll get rid of Penelope for sure.
Can we go to Coney Island now, boss? Brother.
What we villains have to put up with.
I'll Coney Island you! You bungling Bully Brothers! You and your great ideas! Help! I'll get you, Penelope Pitstop.
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.
If you recall, the feature event at the County Fair is the harness race.
And Penelope is determined to win the Pitstop Gold Cup.
Yes.
Dear daddy would've wanted it that way.
He paid for the cup, you know.
And they're off! Penelope quickly takes the lead but The Hooded Claw has tampered with the harness.
And Penelope not only is running out of the race but is running out of control.
Her protectors, The Anthill Mob, on the way to the fair, meet Penelope.
Hi, fellas! Hi, Penelope.
Going for a ride? Ride, nothing, you dum-dum.
She's in danger.
Hold on, Penelope.
We'll get in front of you and slow you down to a stop.
The rescue attempt fails and Penelope goes soaring into space.
But at this very moment, a somewhat small boy is flying a rather large box kite.
What luck.
A little old box kite.
Good thinking, Penelope! Thank you, dear kite.
Oh, my! These early spring tulips are lovely.
You're under arrest for tulip tampering.
But, Officer, I'm Penelope Pitstop lovely heiress and owner of this little old park.
Come on.
And tell it to the judge.
And here come the judge.
Why, it's none other than The Hooded Claw.
Who did you expect, Snow White? And here come those klutzes, The Anthill Mob.
Look, it's The Hooded Claw.
He must have Penelope trapped in that phony police car.
Yeah, step on it.
Courage, Penelope.
Help is on its way! Why, look.
The ceiling is lowering towards little old me.
And what a ceiling.
It's spiked with spikes! What a pickle to be in.
Yes, and you'll soon be a peck of pickled Pitstops.
- Are we going to a pickle factory, boss? - No, you dummies.
We're going to our secret mountain hideout.
It looks like there's no way out for Penelope or is there? Okay, you guys.
We gotta get that door open and Penelope out! You say you want the door open? One door opener coming up.
Now, hit the brakes.
It didn't work, did it, Clyde? No kidding.
Cut us loose, Snoozy.
Yeah.
Loose.
And so The Anthill Mob's rescue attempt fails.
But Penelope is determined not to fail.
If I can only reach that little old bench with my little old tippy toe.
Lucky for me this bench is a perfect size nine.
Meanwhile, The Hooded Claw continues to his hideout.
Here we are.
Let's check on our punctured Penelope.
What is this? Saved by a size-nine bench.
- How sneaky can you get? - The Hooded Claw! Come on, Chug-a-Boom.
You can make it.
Boss, here come The Anthill Mob.
Get rid of those midget microbes while I get rid of Penelope.
Action.
Roll them.
A rolling stone may gather no moss.
But it's going to flatten The Anthill Mob.
Chug-a-Boom, dig in.
Chug-a-Boom and The Anthill Mob are safe but we can't say as much for Penelope.
Twenty-three skidoo for you, my pretty Penelope.
Ta-ta.
The floor is sliding out from under me.
It's a little old crocodile.
And he looks hungry, the poor thing.
Go, Chug-a-Boom.
We've gotta save Penelope.
The mountains are always so beautiful this time of the year! Come on, guys.
Step on it because Penelope is only a step away from that hungry crocodile.
Chewing bubble gum at a time like this is unladylike but it's my only chance.
Penelope, won't that bubble gum ruin your shoes? It might, but it's worth the risk.
Watch.
And so, using bubble-gum power Penelope pitter-patters up the wall to safety.
Penelope, where are you? I'm here, fellas.
You wait right there, Penelope.
We're going down to save you.
Quick, the triple-triple trapeze act.
We're coming, Penelope.
That ain't no Penelope.
That's Penelope over there.
Hi, fellas, looking for me? The Hooded Claw has gone too far this time.
Yeah.
He's gotta be stopped.
And I know just the man who can do it.
My loyal and trusted guardian, Sylvester Sneekly.
Here we are, Penelope.
Thank you.
I'll call if I need you.
Right.
Wait till I tell my guardian, Sylvester Sneekly about that nasty old Hooded Claw.
He'll help me.
You bet I will.
Bully Brothers, bring that giant fourth-of-July firecracker.
Yes, sir.
I'll have Sylvester Sneekly, my trusted guardian throw The Hooded Claw behind bars.
Going up? Sylvester must have moved.
I just passed his floor.
Up, up goes the elevator.
Out of control! With an unsuspecting Penelope aboard.
Is Penelope to be plunged to the pavement below? One must always look at the bright side.
The view of the city is breathtaking.
Is it a bird? Is it a plane? No, it's Penelope.
And we gotta save her.
Why didn't you say so? I just happen to have a life-saving net.
Oh, dear.
I do believe I'm in a bit of a fix.
We're coming, Penelope.
Don't worry, hang on.
Look out.
Hold it, hold it.
What do you think you're doing with that net? Would you believe waiting for an elevator? That does it.
Fibbing in a public place is a serious offense.
As the elevator continues to fall Penelope reads the diving instructions from her Girl Ranger's Handbook.
"Hands over head, feet tippy-toe "give a big push, and away we go! " And Penelope dives to safety while the empty elevator continues its plunge.
Here it comes.
Hold tight.
Waiting for an elevator.
What a story.
What do you know? They were waiting for an elevator.
Making her way across the rooftops Penelope is suddenly confronted by The Hooded Claw! This time you'll not escape.
Run, Penelope, run! What are you clods waiting for? After her! - We want to go to Coney Island.
- Coney island? I won't take you until you've taken Penelope.
Get going.
Yes, sir.
But meanwhile, Penelope cleverly escapes the clutches of The Claw by clinging to a passing girder.
Thanks to my Girl Ranger training, I have no fear of heights.
Especially if I don't look down.
You Bully Brothers, push that quick-drying cement under Pitstop.
Right, boss.
Penelope! You can look now.
Quick-drying cement! You cad! Right.
I've got to get rid of you quickly.
If we're ever going to get to Coney Island.
Is Penelope to disappear forever in a block of cement or will The Anthill Mob net her in the nick of time? She looks just like a blue-crested dove flying to her nest.
Thank goodness I'm a cowboy flicker fan instead of a blue-crested dove.
What a swing, Penelope! Safe from the cement.
Blast! Look.
Penelope's safe.
That's swell.
They're so blasted happy, I think I'll throw a ball for them.
A steel one, that is.
Brother.
Now I know what a statue feels like.
Luckily, Penelope's expensive racing car is nearby.
Yes.
And The Hooded Claw will never catch a Stutz Bearcat, Model XKZ.
Yes, I will.
And when I do I have a very flattening offer to make her.
Is Penelope to be flattened by a steamroller? All right, you guys.
Making like a statue is a serious offense.
Break it up.
Thanks, Officer.
We're off to perform a daring rescue.
Let's go, Chug-a-Boom.
Not that way.
There's a police parade going on.
Open ranks.
Official car coming through.
All right, Chug.
You can quit marching now and let's go find Penelope.
Meanwhile, back on the highway Penelope remembers a bottle of Super Stick Mucilage which she deftly applies to the charging steamroller.
Blast.
I'm stuck.
If it makes you feel better, you fiend, so is Penelope.
Oh, pooh.
I'm out of gasoline.
And a horseless carriage won't run without it.
I'll seek refuge in this lovely little old shack.
No, Penelope! That lovely little shack is loaded with high explosives! Hurry, boys.
Hurry! The Hooded Claw! And he's moving this little old shack to the railroad track.
Hold it.
Right there.
When the 4:15 comes through at 5:15 that shack will get some whack.
And it's farewell forever, Penelope Pitstop.
Oh, dear, it's after 5:00 so I suppose the 4:15 is right on schedule.
What a predicament.
But, hold it! Here comes The Anthill Mob.
Look, it's the police.
Shall we give up? No, you ninnies.
I know how to get rid of them.
There, how do I look? Just like Penelope.
Good.
Now, chase me.
Help, police! Help! There's Penelope! Save me! Help! We'll save you, Penelope.
I'm in here, boys.
I'm in here.
Where did she call from? Right over here.
By this big little old tree.
Here they come.
It's a trap, Clyde.
No kidding.
And there's The Hooded Claw! - You're under arrest.
- Arrest-schmest.
When that magnifying glass burns the rope that's holding you you'll drop down that 10,000-foot canyon.
And even if you could climb back, which you can't it'll be too late to stop the 4:15 and save Penelope.
On comes the 4.
:15, closer and closer.
But, what's this? It's the whistle I use to call Lilac Water, my faithful horse.
True to his training, Lilac Water heeds the distant whistle.
But, can he reach her in time? Yes, he can! And he does! In the nick of time.
Blast.
Thank you, faithful Lilac Water.
Now, unlock the door.
Look, boss.
A dynamite stick sticking out of the shack.
How terribly convenient.
Do hurry, Lilac Water.
Meanwhile, The Anthill Mob is in for a long drop.
There's no hope for that rope.
Stick together, gang.
It's a long ways down.
Good work, Lilac Water.
Blasted foul-up.
That's what it is.
Blasted foul-up.
No, Penelope, the other way.
- What? - The Anthill Mob needs you.
It looks like Penelope is too late! Go, Lilac Water, go! What a rescue! Thanks, Penelope.
Don't thank me, thank Lilac Water.
All right.
Thanks, Lilac Water.
And so, Penelope and The Anthill Mob head back to the County Fair.
I guess I'm too late to win the little old trophy.
But you saved our lives, Penelope.
Dear daddy would have wanted it that way.
Well, I didn't want it that way.
I promise you, next time I'll get rid of Penelope for sure.
Can we go to Coney Island now, boss? Brother.
What we villains have to put up with.
I'll Coney Island you! You bungling Bully Brothers! You and your great ideas! Help! I'll get you, Penelope Pitstop.