As the Wacky Racers wheel their way through the desert to the finish line in Tehran, Persia, the drivers are desperately trying to pass one another. So far it's Number 1 the Slag Brothers out in front with Number 2 the Creepy Coupe creeping up on them. Vanessa London in the Magic Rocket is in third. And here comes the Ant Hill Mob on the run into fourth place.

"Mush, youse mugs! Mush!"

The rest are holding a steady pace and bringing up the rear is Dick Dastardly in car Double Zero.

"Drat! We have to get past them."

By switching to Copter Power, Dick Dastardly has taken the lead.

"And now, to make sure I stay in first place."

Dastardly and Muttley built a powerful giant fan

"This Hurricane Fan should do the trick. It will create a sandstorm so powerful it will blow the competition away and they'll get buried in the sand!" he laughed "Here they come now Muttley!"

Muttley pressed the button but it didn't work. Instead it exploded due to overheating and sent them flying and into the sand

"Drat!"

Dastardly and Muttley try to find their way back to the main road

"Double Drat! I meant to stall them but now I'm both lost and behind!"

Then he saw a sign "Having any troubles? Come see Sammy the Swami, he will help you." Dastardly gave it some thought "That swami could be the key to stopping those Wacky Highway Roaders." He laughed

So while Dick tries to find the Swami our radar scope shows that the Wacky Racers are holding a steady pace. Number 6 the Army Surplus Special is leading with Number 2 second and Number 8 third. But here comes Nurse Bridget using Walking Dog Power and goes into the lead.

"A little exercise never hurts even if you're in the desert."

But the Surplus Special doesn't give up.

"On the double, double Meekly!"

And there they go into second place with G.I. Power. Professor Pat Pending, Penelope Pitstop and Christopher Scott are sailing along. And now Vanessa is coming up fast but here comes Red Max who's making his move to pass.

"I'll just fly right over her."

"And I'll cut you down." said Crystal holding a sharp teeth pinwheel

It shreds Red Max's propeller forcing him to land.

Number 10 and 1 are running neck in neck. Number 1 passes 10 now 10 passes 1, Number 1 cuts in front and Number 10 cuts through. The Slag Brothers are in sixth and seventh positions.

They rejoin and continued.

Meanwhile Dastardly found Sammy the Swami sitting under the shade of his umbrella with a crystal.

"Are you Sammy the Swami?"

"That I be O Seeker of Knowledge, you must be in need my help?"

"Can you find a way to stop the Wacky Racers?"

"I'm watching the race on my crystal ball. Number 12 is leading but Number 6 is coming up and my favorite Number 13 is in third. My other favorite's numbers 3 and 5 are neck in neck."

"What do you mean Vanessa's your favorite?"

"I'm impressed by her power and she's pretty too."

"Never mind her, can you just see if there's a plan to stop them?"

"Very well, I see…I see…"

"Yes, yes what is it?"

"I see not one nor two but three giant tumbleweeds."

"Tumbleweeds eh?" he chuckled

Dastardly and Muttley finally got back on the highway with a crate holding three giant tumbleweeds

"All right get ready Muttley here they come."

"Not yet."

"What do you mean 'not yet'?"

Muttley pointed out that Nurse Bridget was out in front and wanted her to pass

"Oh brother, you and your chivalry towards that nurse."

Once Nurse Bridget passed them they released the tumbleweeds.

Now Dastardly's plan rolls through the desert, the Army Surplus Special rises to the occasion but Vanessa is heading for a rumble with the tumbleweed. However here comes Rufus Ruffcut to the rescue, shifts into Pulverize Overdrive and shreds the tumbleweeds to pieces.

"Well what do you know; I didn't have to lift a finger. Thanks Rufus!'

"'Twas my pleasure, Vanessa."

And now Rufus has the pleasure of being in first place.

Dastardly revisited Sammy Swami.

"I hope that crystal ball of yours has another plan."

"I shall see. Hmm….. Yes I see it. I see a scary bandit frightening others off his path."

Dastardly gave it some thought "I don't know. The bandit routine didn't work before."

"You know what they say 'third time's the charm."

"You're right, I'll do it."

The racers are now bunched up each looking for an opening. Seeing one Penelope puts on a great burst of speed followed by Peter Perfect.

"Hold it right there!" Dastardly popped out of the sand in disguise

Penelope hit the brakes "Well sir, who are you?"

"I'm the Great Desert Bandit. Now you turn back or else."

"Don't worry Penelope I'll protect you from this villain."

"Oh I'm shaking in my boots. I liked to see you try and hurt me."

"Very well, if you insist."

In one minute the 'Great Desert Bandit' was turned into the 'Great Human Pretzel with sand.'

"Thanks ever so ever for stopping that bandit Peter."

"I'm glad I could be of assistance Pretty Penny."

They drove off.

"Drat!"

And the cars have 5 more miles to victory. Red Max uses Extra Propeller Power and is leading with The Ant Hill Mob using Foot Power is in second spot and Christopher Scott third.

"Drat you Sammy Swami! Can't you predict something that will do me good?"

"Yes win fair and square without cheating."

"What? No way! I have a sneaky, despicable reputation to keep!"

"No wonder he loses so often. Well I have a solution for you to catch up and win."

Everyone is relaxing in the shade eagerly waiting for the finish. And here they come! Everyone's coming in fast but wait! Here comes the Double Zero coming up fast in the air passing the pack.

"The Swami's magic powder worked! We're going to win Muttley, nothing can us now!"

The finish line stopped him and sent him far behind into the deep sand.

And here come cars down to the finish; Red Max in car Number 4 comes in first, the Ant Hill Mob second and Christopher Scott third.

Sammy Swami found them and took them out of the sand.

"Drat! Drat and double drat! And even a triple drat!"

"A word of advice, don't get too excited and cocky as you reach the finish line."

"Why you…..." Dastardly chased the Swami "Come back here! I predict a good trashing for you in your future!"

"Sheesh! What an ill-tempered grouch!"

Muttley laughed