Narrator: But keeping from freezing wasn't the only problem facing our heroes, for as they sat down to dinner that evening, they found with a shock that their food had run out. We must be near the South Pole.īullwinkle: Well, we'd better ask for another blanket. Rocky: Oh, Bullwinkle, those are penguins. Looks like a formal reception.īullwinkle: Yup. Narrator: And in their cabin, our heroes waited for the boat to dock.anywhere,īullwinkle: Hey, Rock! I think we're there!īullwinkle: Oh, there's a whole lot of people waiting on the shore. Radio Announcer: And in the National League, it's Dodgers, 3 Cards, 2. Narrator: But unfortunately, Captain Peachfuzz kept his radio tuned to another station entirely. Radio messages crackled around the world.Ĭoast Guard Commander: Hello, Andalusia.
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Narrator: And the steamer headed out to sea again at full speed. (Captain Peachfuzz throws darts at all parts of the map)Ĭaptain Peachfuzz: Aha! Come right 200 degrees Centigrade! Brief the Foxel! Play ball! Narrator: But at that moment, Captain Peachfuzz was picking a new course. Rocky: Windmills? Tulips? That's Holland! I can tell because of the windmills and all them tulips. Rocky: Oh, boy! We're in Pottsylvanina at last!īullwinkle: Yeah. We should be getting near Pottsylvania by now. Narrator: But the commander had reckoned without Captain Peachfuzz, who would, and did, steer a ship exactly like that. Lieutenant Commander: Commander, I think I got a ship on the radar.Ĭommander: Nonsense. Andalusia just passed here, headed south. Narrator: Bullwinkle wasn't the only one concerned about that, for the Andalusia was long overdue at her destination. Narrator: Sure enough, Captina Peter "Wrong Way" Peachfuzz, the world's worst sailor, gained entrance to the real control room, and was now in full command.Ĭaptain Peachfuzz: Full speed astern ahead! Port your helm! Knit one! Pearl two! Officer 1: Abandon ship! Captain Peachfuzz is at the wheel! Didn't hear a peep out of him the whole time. Natasha: Let us take you to cabin, dollink.īullwinkle: He's sure a brave old fella. Narrator: And a few moments later, our friends were hauled on board.īoris: Uncle Chumley! This is a bit of all right, what? Rocky: Well, tell him we got his Uncle Chumley here.īoris: Uncle Chumley?! Quick, Natasha, get help! Did I know that they would help old man into lifeboat? I wouldn't.īoris: It seems to me I still hear that idiotic voice calling.īullwinkle: It's that there nice English type fella, Sir Thomas Lippen-Boris. Natasha: Boris, how could you let them sail away with mooseberry bush?īoris: Bush was disguised as old man. Meanwhile, in their cabin, Boris and Natasha were very despondent. Fortunately, Bullwinkle had been able to grab on to part of the ship's anchor, and our heroes dangled far above the waves as the liner plowed on. When it passed, there was nothing left of the lifeboat but splinters. One time they forgot to duck and the sharp bow of the steamship struck their tiny craft right in the middle. Narrator: You remember that last time, our heroes found themselves in a leaky lifeboat dodging a runaway ocean liner.
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