Great American Chase, The Page #2

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Boy, it's really wonderful

to be back in civilization.

Run for the hills, folks,

or you'll be up to your armpits in Martians.

As you can see, being a rabbit

is not just a bed of carrots.

But other people,

if you want to call a duck people...

had close encounters

with that little Martian, too.

As the ensuing, gripping...

and nerve-tingling drama

now demonstrates.

I have sent for you, Dodgers,

because we are facing a crisis.

The world's supply of Illudium Phosdex,

the shaving cream atom...

is alarmingly low.

Now, we have reason to believe...

that the only

remaining source is on Planet X.

Somewhere in this area.

And you want me

to find Planet X, is that it?

Can you do it, Dodgers?

Indubitably, sir.

Because there's no one knows his way

around outer space...

like Duck Dodgers...

in the 24th and a half century!

Are you ready, eager young space cadet?

I'm all set, your heroship, sir.

Then make way for Duck Dodgers...

in the 24th and a half century!

Oops!

Had the silly thing in reverse.

And now, then, eager young space cadet...

here is the course

we shall pursue to find Planet X.

Starting from where we are,

we go 33,600 turbo miles due up.

Then, west in an astro-arc deviation

to here.

Then, following the great circle,

seven radial loops south by down-east.

By astro-astroble to here, here, and here.

Then by space-navigable compass

to here, here...

and then to here and here...

by 13-point stratocumulus

bearing four million light-years...

and thus to our destination.

Now, do you know how to reach Planet X?

Yes. Oh, sure.

I wish you'd explain it

to me sometime, buster.

Well, it's very simple, sir.

If we follow those planets,

we can't very well miss Planet X.

That's ridiculous.

Of all the stupid suggestions.

Wait a minute. I think I've got it.

I'll just bet that...

if we follow those planets,

we'll find Planet X.

Gad! How do I do it?

I don't know.

I claim this planet

in the name of the Earth.

I claim this planet in the name of Mars.

- Isn't that lovely?

- Look, bud, I've got news for you.

I have already claimed

this bit of dirt for the Earth.

And there just ain't room enough

on this planet...

for the two of us.

I do believe you are right.

Little does he realize...

that I have on

my disintegration-proof vest.

You may fire when ready, grizzly.

Who? What? Where?

When? How? Who? Who? What?

Oh, you, huh?

Just when I had him going,

you had to butt in.

- Get back in that spaceship.

- Yes, sir, your heroship, sir.

Got the drop on you

with my disintegrating pistol.

And, brother,

when it disintegrates, it disintegrates.

What do you know? It disintegrated.

Happy birthday,

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