The Wacky Racers racing in Siam to the national capital Bangkok are creeping along at a snail's pace. And the reason is for the past 10 miles; Miss Penelope Pitstop, Miss Nurse Bridget Swan and Miss Vanessa London have all been signaling a left turn and the other drivers are afraid to pass them.

"There, my little ol fingernail polish is dry now."

"What do you think Arista?" Bridget showed her hand to her companion

She nodded in reply

"Good, I didn't want to mess up my fingernail polish."

"My fingernail polish is now dry, so I can focus on the Wacky Race."

"It makes you feel sorry for the boys don't it folks? You have to admire their chivalry though." said Crystal

Now Nurse Bridget is in the lead with Vanessa London sailing into second and behind her neck in neck for third place is Penelope Pitstop and Number 2 the Creepy Coupe.

Peter Perfect in powerful number 9 is gaining on them with Multiple Wheel Power. Christopher is catching up with Motorcycle Power and right on his tail is the Red Max. Professor Pat Pending is springing into action and is now gaining on the leaders. Rufus Ruffcut tries to pass the Slag Brothers but they're using primitive defense tactics. Sawtooth maneuvers them.

Sawtooth reduced their clubs to small sticks. The Slags shouted angry remarks.

The Army Surplus and the Arkansas Chuggabug are running neck in neck and here comes the Ant Hill Mob. They're going to try and squeeze pass them.

They were successful but they got flattened in the process

"Okay youse guys one, two, three, push!" They straightened their car back to normal

There's no sign of the Double Zero. Our radar scope is showing that every driver is jogging for position. Wait a minute something's wrong or it looks like the Wacky Racers have gone wacky. Uh-oh, this is terrible folks the Racers are trapped in a cloverleaf. They might never get out.

"Exactly as I planned it right Muttley?"

Muttley laughed

I should have known, it's you again Dick Dastardly. But how did you do it?

"It's amazing how many instant devices they make these days. Plus I merely turned the exit sign around."

The minute he turned it around the other drivers ran over him. Muttley laughed at him.

Now it's Peter Perfect out in front and he's stretching his lead. And here comes Pat Pending and Vanessa London stretching their legs.

They used stilts to pass over him.

Each driver is maneuvering for a position. The Red Max takes to the air.

"I will take to the air."

He passes Number 6, 8, 1, 10, 11, 7, 5, 12 and is about to pass the Creepy Coupe.

A hairy hand came out and held the propeller in the index and thumb fingers. This caused the Crimson Haybailer to spin backwards and into a tree.

Meanwhile Dick Dastardly and Muttley were at a bridge.

"Here they come Muttley, put the stick of dynamite in."

Muttley lit and placed it in the hole.

Dastardly laughed as they hid in the bushes

"1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10! 11, 12, 13, 14? Drat! It didn't blow up!" He stepped lightly on the bridge "I just don't understand."

The bridge blew up and sent Dastardly to the ground. Muttley laughed

At this point Vanessa London takes the lead away from Professor Pat Pending. But he's determined to gain it back by shifting to Sail Power. It looks like he'll win this race in a breeze. But Vanessa conjures up a storm and it's an ill wind which is no good for the Professor. Dick Dastardly took a shortcut and has managed to sneak into the lead but the other cars are closing in.

"We have to stop them Muttley. Another dirty trick should do just the job."

Dastardly had a can of paint in his hand and Muttley with a 'Bridge out' sign in his paw

"A good bit of realistic paint should do the trick."

He painted a realistic gorge

"And presto a realistic chasm. Pretty good if I say so myself now you can place that 'bridge out' warning sign Muttley."

Muttley planted it firmly

"Here they come." They went into hiding

However everyone made it across and didn't bother to stop.

"Drat them! Well if they got across so can we."

They fell into the chasm. Muttley laughed

At the half way mark it's anybody's race as the leaders are now bunched up. The Army Surplus Special uses a rocket burst to get ahead and the Ant Hill Mob use Jet Skate Power. And Christopher is making his attempt to challenge the leaders.

'There's nothing that's going to stop me from winning this Wacky Race."

Dastardly appeared from a rock "Oh yeah? Perhaps my do it yourself instant Cafeteria will change your mind."

He set up in an instant. Christopher stopped

"Hey how convenient. A cafeteria and I am hungry. I'll just take a minute for a bite or three."

Dastardly zoomed ahead "No one's winning this Wacky Race but me."

The Double Zero is now passing the pack.

"Out of my way slowpokes!"

Number 12 seems to have stopped. Could it be? Yes it is they're preparing to use that famous yet rarely seen Lightning Power.

Arista was doing warm-up exercises.

"Okay Arista, whenever you're ready."

Arista took her stance and took off at great speed. They passed the Double Zero in the blink of an eye.

"What was that?"

That was Nurse Bridget and Arista with their Lightning Power.

"Oh no! I'm not going to let some high speed canine beat me."

Muttley growled at him

"I know I know I'm not going to drop them out of the race but I am going to beat them."

Dastardly turned on a great burst of speed.

Everyone in Bangkok has come eagerly waiting for the finish of the race and it's Nurse Bridget way out in front. The other Wacky racers are burning rubber trying to catch up. Dick Dastardly is driving like a madman in order to take the lead.

"All right Muttley time to use Rocket Engine Power; I'm going to win this race no matter what."

Muttley pulled a lever and they took off at a great speed. They were coming up fast but then the Double Zero exploded leaving Dastardly and Muttley stranded as the other racers roll past them.

And here they come to the finish line in Bangkok, Siam. Nurse Bridget Swan and Arista are the Wacky winners, Peter Perfect second and the Ant Hill Mob third.

"I should have won this race Muttley!" He threw the steering wheel as he jumped up and down in anger "Drat! Double drat! And triple drat!"

Muttley laughed.