The Love Bug Page #6

- This is a private thing

between the two of you.

Good luck.

Herbie?

Herbie!

A rum lot you've

taken up with, my dear.

You'd better find that car

before I do, my friend.

- Operator.

- Mobile KQX-2942.

I want 567-3998.

Havershaw, I shall

require the personnel...

of both our day

and night shifts.

We have a small task to perform.

Herbie?

Herbie!

That's it.

Herbie!

Excuse me.

- Havershaw, tear it apart!

- All right, boys.

You heard Mr Thorndyke.

Tear it apart.

I'm gonna find out what makes it tick!

- After it!

- After it!

Go on!

Grab the brute!

Hang on to it, you fools!

Hang on!

Herbie!

Give me police station.

Hello, police station?

Herbie?

Hey, you...

- Did a little car come by here?

- Yeah, just did, without payin' the...

No, Herbie, don't!

Herbie!

Herb, back up!

Herbie!

Come on, baby. It's gonna

be a beautiful day tomorrow.

Aaah!

Herbie, give me some help.

Herb?

I can't hang on much longer.

Boy, was he lucky.

This little car saved his life.

What do you mean,

the car saved his life?

That's what it looked like

for a moment there. L...

You know how funny

things can look i-in the fog sometimes.

- I think you've been up on that

Haight-Ashbury beat too long.

Swing that light over here.

Aha!

- What's that thing?

- It's a dried squid, Sergeant.

Hmm.

Here's the damages.

Can you pay it?

- I'm sorry. I have no money.

- Then your car will be impounded.

My guess is the judge will order you

to sell it at auction

and the proceeds given to Mr Wu.

Wait a minute.

May I speak to the gentleman, please?

I spent some time up on

a Chinese-type mountain...

teachin' English to some of 'em.

You taught English?

Let's don't get personal.

It's a matter of talkin'

their language.

You have a little feel for tradition

and some courtesy, you'd be surprised.

You can unscrew the "unscrutable. "

Go ahead.

Ah. Ah, ah, ah.

Herbie-la!

- Herbie?

- Herbie!

- Ho!

- Ho!

- Things are shapin' up. He's a car buff.

- Good, good.

- Wow.

- What's the matter?

We just got a new problem.

He likes the car so much

he wants to keep it.

Okay, the car is his, but he has

to let me drive it in the El Dorado.

If I win, tell him

he gets to keep the prize money,

but he has to sell Herbie

back to me for a dollar.

Now you speak my language.

Attention:
Drivers

and owners report to Mr Granatelli...

at the president's headquarters.

Further, you must remain

on the secondary roads

which have been posted for this race.

Other than that, we've tried

to reduce the rules to a minimum.

Instead of all this technical

namby-pamby there's so much of today,

we're putting the emphasis

on speed, endurance and courage,

the way it used to be.

As you know, this is

open formula racing. Anything goes.

Any style of car

and crew you wish.

The object, gentlemen, is to win.

I wish you all the very best of luck.

Mr Wu? I understand that you are

the new owner of the Douglas car.

As I too am interested in the vehicle,

I took the liberty of looking you up.

- Thank you.

- You will therefore forgive me, sir,

when I say...

that you are perhaps

not quite as naive as you look.

In point of fact,

you are a very shrewd operator,

one who has managed to acquire,

by one means or another...

legitimate means, of course...

a number of varied enterprises.

It is truly written:

One cannot lose 'em all.

In the light of this,

would you entertain a sizable wager...

on the outcome of the race?

Wager? The goddess of fortune will

always find me her most ardent suitor.

Splendid. Splendid. Shall we step

in here? A little more private.

You're Mr Thorndyke.

I've always wanted to meet you.

You've heard of me?

How charming!

Are you not the gentleman who originated

the idea of small print...

on bottom of automobile

sales contract?

The very same.

- A most worthy adversary.

- You are most kind.

And now, sir,

the terms of our wager?

What would you like?

What have you got?

- Okay, let's mount up.

- How's our little friend?

- I hope it holds together.

- Holds together?

It was so beat up, I had to cut

the frame to straighten it out.

Excuse me.

Is this the morning bus to Fresno?

Thorndyke,

this little car goes so fast,

we need three people inside

to hold it on the ground.

Well, you certainly picked

the right crew. Toodle-oo.

Break a leg, Thorndyke.

Havershaw. I trust you've not

been wasting your time.

- Spent a few useful moments

with the small car?

- Yes, sir.

Based, then,

on what you now know,

what would you say are the chances

of victory for the Douglas car?

I would say that they range

from slight to impossible.

Havershaw, you are a rat

after my own heart.

Thank you, sir.

Gentlemen, start your engines.

You're giving it a nice ride.

Okay to uncurl my toes now?

We past everybody?

- Everyone but Thorndyke.

- Let's go to work.

They're coming up on us, sir.

Well, we're not

too concerned, are we?

Now, Havershaw,

aren't we coming to that rather

dangerous oily spot in the road?

Coming right up, sir.

Come on! Push!

Push, you worm!

Jim, that's water!

Here we go!

Mr Thorndyke,

that isn't me!

Give me something

to wipe my goggles.

Havershaw, you ever think

of having a manicure?

There they are.

Now watch me

blow them off the road.

Who's the guy

in the fur coat?

This is no time

for eating, you fool!

Where are we?

How far is Chinese Camp?

What's the matter with you?

Don't you even know how to open a map?

At the moment, the leaders

of the race are approaching...

the historic mining towns

of the mother lode.

In first position,

as he moves past checkpoint three,

is Jim Douglas.

Peter Thorndyke in the Special

has regained his relief driver...

and is rapidly making up lost ground

as the two Pacemakers...

near the famous old mining community

of Chinese Camp.

- Now what?

- I don't know.

We can't be out of gas so soon.

Here.

Wait a minute.

- I got a suspicion.

- What's the matter?

Just as I thought. Water.

They did it again.

- Now what do we do?

- Give me the map.

All right. It looks like Chinese Camp's

about three miles from here.

- Now, if we come down the...

- Hey.

What goes?

No sweat, man.

This is Uncle Wu's car.

You don't think he'd

let anyone put it down, do ya?

E- Easy, fellas.

The Jim Douglas car appears

to have run into trouble.

There has been no sign of him

past checkpoint nine.

Peter Thorndyke is

refuelling at Chinese Camp.

Come on! Come on, will you!

I'm in a hurry!

Sure thing.

I tell Father.

My father say,

"Hurry is waste.

Waste is cracked bowl

which never know rice. "

I don't care how cracked your father's

rice bowl is! What I want...

Hey! Some of you people

get over here right away!

Okay, you're on your way.

I'm getting out of here.

Not full. Can't go yet.

Well, just you watch me.

As we come to the midway point

in the first day's racing,

Peter Thorndyke,

after a delay at Chinese Camp,

is beginning to catch up

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