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I just hope we don't get surprised.

That kid of his, she's so gruesome,

she might try something.

Well, you know, I feel sorry for her.

Anybody who looks like that...

You're out of your mind.

The Santa Fe road race

will cover 250 miles...

of very dangerous driving.

But my confidence in the Fox Five

is such...

that I am offering $50,000

to the winner of the race...

and $10,000 to any car that manages

to finish ahead of the Fox Five.

- Are you a millionaire?

- No, sir.

- Then shut up and keep writing.

- Yes, sir.

Besides, with McCoy driving...

the publicity we get will be worth it.

But you don't have Mr. McCoy.

Yes, we do. Please come with me.

It worked.

How about that?

I knew he'd come back,

but I never figured he'd move in next door.

Cynthia, Mr. Foxhugh...

what has he done with the Ranleys?

Philip, I bet he has them

bound and gagged in the cellar.

I thought he looked like a criminal.

- Bye.

- Where are you going?

You don't think I'm going over there

dressed like this. Bye.

- Philip, come on.

- Yes, sir.

Hi, neighbor.

You're on private property, McCoy.

You're trespassing this time. I live here.

What have you done with the Ranleys?

Philip suspects foul play. Where are they?

They're bound and gagged in the cellar.

- Yes, sir?

- The jig's up.

Might as well spill the beans

about Mr. And Mrs. R.

Very good, sir.

Mr. And Mrs. Ranley

departed this morning...

on a journey of undetermined length...

in an effort to renew the ardor

of their initial nuptial vows.

That's what the man said.

During their absence...

Mr. McCoy and party

will reside at Ranley Manor.

Sorry, pal. No bodies.

We're here, and there's nothing

you can do about it.

Thank you, Blodgett.

How do you like that?

I like it.

And I like a man

who can make up his mind.

Delicious.

May I have one?

- Give him one.

- Certainly.

- I knew you'd be back.

- You did?

Remember last night, when you told me

I was a spoiled brat?

Yeah, I remember.

And I said you were right?

- Look, I don't want to go through it again.

- You were right.

I am spoiled, but I always get what I want.

Up until now maybe...

I wanted you to sing for me, you did.

I wanted you to stay in Santa Barbara,

you're here.

I'm here because your father

tried to run me out of town.

Of course. We knew if we tried

to make you stay, you'd go.

So the simplest way to get you to stay

was to tell you to go.

So we told you to go, and here you are.

So, see? I got what I wanted.

- You're quite a girl.

- You're quite a guy.

Mike, there's something else I want.

Well, do you want to tell me now,

or should I wait till after you get it?

I want you.

I'm going to marry you.

Come and get it!

Remember, Mike,

I always get what I want.

I can do better than that.

She's not going to get you, Mike.

I am.

- We've got trouble.

- Oh, boy, have we got troubles.

Those girls mean business.

Yeah. We've got to save him

from those two hags.

- Now, what takes a guy's mind off girls?

- A new racing car.

Yes? Hold on, please.

- It's for you, sir.

- Thank you, Philip.

- Hello.

- Hello. Mr. Foxhugh?

Would you like a certain someone

to drive your car in the race?

What's that?

Do I want Mr. McCoy to drive my car?

I certainly do.

Good! Then be at the speedway...

Be at the speedway in one hour,

and bring the Fox Five with you.

We'll see to it that McCoy is there.

Now, this is very important. You must...

Fine. Wonderful. I'll be there.

Thanks, fella.

I'm not a fella! I'm a girl!

It's a good idea, huh, Mike,

coming out here to work on the car?

No. Why do I have to leave

a bunch of gorgeous girls for this?

We figured it'd take your mind

off your problems.

Problems? Who's got problems?

Well, since I'm out here,

I might as well check the new fuel pump.

Close it up.

Something's not kosher here.

You sure know how to hurt a guy.

- Start her up, will you, Curly?

- Yeah.

I'll bet she'll go like crazy now.

I'll blow her out,

then we'll check out the new carburetors.

Hey, what did he mean, "not kosher"?

Boy, that car is something else.

- Yeah.

- Beautiful.

It passed you like you were standing still.

- Man.

- You like it?

It's terrific!

Hop in.

- Would you like to drive her?

- Sure.

- What are you after now?

- Who, me?

You sure pulled a fast one

to get me to stay here.

Okay, then I'm pulling a fast one now.

There's a big road race coming up.

Is it the car's first time out?

And I want you there,

right where you are now.

I'm gonna level with you.

This car can do it. It can take it all.

- Then you don't need me.

- You're an insurance policy.

Imagination built this car.

It needs imagination to drive it.

That's why I want you.

Mister, if she feels as good as she looks,

you've got a deal.

We did it!

Come on!

- Sure knows how to handle that car.

- Best race driver on any track.

- Looks like your plan worked.

- Yeah.

You seem pretty anxious

to have Mike drive for me.

Well, the prize money's good.

You see, Mr. Foxhugh,

if we keep him busy driving...

he won't have any time for your kid.

Hey, what did you kick me for?

Cynthia and Mike?

If we don't break this up, they could do

something terrible, like get married.

What'd you kick me for?

It's nothing to worry about.

Cynthia isn't even Mike's type.

Sure. Who'd want to marry

a gorgeous millionairess?

- Yeah.

- Not me.

- Mister, you got yourself a deal.

- I'm glad you like the car.

I'll let you drive it,

but you've got to promise me one thing.

- Well, let's have it.

- Don't encourage Cynthia.

Cynthia? What's she got to do with it?

I didn't mind you singing for her.

That was a birthday present, but...

now she's talking about marriage...

and that, of course, is out of the question.

So I'm good enough to drive your car...

but not good enough

to marry your daughter?

- No, don't put it that way.

- Okay, I'll put it this way.

If I wanna marry Cynthia and she wants

to marry me, we'll get married.

As for your car, you can drive it yourself.

- And one other thing.

- What?

You're not gonna win that race.

That man's got to be taught a lesson.

You're gonna marry Cynthia

just to teach him?

That'd really shake him up.

- Philip?

- No, thank you, sir.

Champagne bubbles make me faint.

- Everything makes you faint.

- Yes, sir.

- Champagne! What's the occasion?

- We're celebrating!

- Philip?

- No, thanks. Champagne makes me faint.

The bubbles.

- Celebrating what?

- Your marriage to Mike.

To Mrs. McCoy.

- It's not exactly settled...

- It's a mere formality.

I think Mike will be good for you.

You need a new kind of life.

What new kind of life?

Traveling on the road,

living in those funny tents.

Let's see, there'll be Larry, Curly, and Les.

You could take trombone lessons

and join the combo.

When we get married, that's all over.

We'll live here.

Mike can head up your new

sports car division. He's perfect for it.

Don't I know it.

But, honey, he's a free soul.

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