Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

It was the Southern Pacific.
Professor, I got an idea.
Indeed it is.
- Why, they rode out to welcome you. - That's very reassuring, Mr. Mayor.
- The Leslie Special. - I'm deeply honored.
Goodness gracious.
No, Your Highness.
That's it.
Well, I'll see you in the morning.
Frisbee?
You're talking about some convenient feminine utopia...
It's me!
...Mercedes, Napier, Rolls-Royce, Dietrich or Panhard.
- He's always like this in the morning. - I'm not always like this!
Oh, terrific!
Good, I can hardly wait. Sit. Here, have a cigar.
- He'll never make it. - He'll never make it.
You thimble-headed gherkin, do you realize the odds against a storm...
You men may use the washroom on the next floor.
- Everything is ready? - Everything is ready.
Shut up!
It's your life.
You mean an intrepid woman autoist.
- Get off my hood. - Another race!
Citizens of Boracho!
That would make a story for your competition.
Beat it, little girl, or I'll sic the dogs on you.
You know, it's really amazing that anyone was able to go this far. I congratulate you.
Come and get it.
This great nation cannot take a back seat to competitors like Daimler...
Rise and shine?
What should we do?
Or a definition endowed on men...
...the Queen of the West, Boracho's own Lily Olay!
I'm not sick from champagne, I'm sick from the sea!
- I'm hungry. - She's getting it.
And I'm at your service, Your Highness.
Quiet! Citizens of Boracho! Quiet!
By tomorrow, you'll be king.
Running like a top.
So they can emancipate each other where it counts the most.
And the only lake on this map is straight ahead.
- Get away from there! - Hold it.
- Professor, your greatest creation. - The work of genius.
Nature will chase us, we will beat her.
I understand.
Look, ma'am, you don't sign, you don't get no gas.
I am professor Fate!
Neither can I.
- You sure you locked the door? - I'm positive. Professor, be careful.
...is surpassed only by his reputation with the ladies.
Fight! There's a big fight in the saloon. Texas Jack! He's drunk!
I won the Woman's International Competition.
I got you.
Well, that should put us about here.
Touch one hair on his head and you'll answer to...
Then you handcuffed Hezekiah to the Atchison, Topeka and Santa Fe.
I'm not scared...
But you can't do that. We'll lose their advertising.
We run a newspaper, not a school for revolutionaries!
do some make some
Who's Prince Hapnick?
...so dangerous that only one man would dare attempt it.
...of His Royal Highness, Prince Hapnick.
She's still with him. You said if she was with him, we couldn't lose.
Frisbee, post a bulletin. Suffragettes are not permitted.
You're a sadistic fiend.
More brandy.
- She must not be left behind now, Max! - I know!
The eternal struggle takes time, Max.
And it is with no little pride that the Webber Motor Car Company...
Fire the cannon, let them know we're here!
Let's be honest and say you disapprove.
He thinks we're melting too fast, and he was venting his wrath on the gods.
...allow me to present His Royal Highness, Prince Hapnick.
Are you afraid of losing? Give me the money and I'll enter the race.
I will unlock the handcuffs when you give me the job.
Until Webber changes its policy, there will be no mention...
What are you thinking?
Reporters are not permitted on the trip, only contestants. Those are the rules.
What are you waiting for?
And in about five seconds, car number 4 bites the dust.
No doubt about it.
Were warmer.
Yes, it's quite a car.
I signed for it.
I'd like to see The Great Leslie try that one.
Oh! Get me a rope, somebody! Get me a rope!
- Hezekiah, can she be fixed? - Not a chance, boss.
I believe the time has come for us to resolve our differences.
- Arrogant! - Yes, arrogant!