slippery road,
especially when driving
in a maniacal toon vehicle.
- Good work, Boss.
Don't just stand there.
Help them.
- Put them in my car,
- Follow me,
I think they'll enjoy attending
the ribbon cutting at the Acme factory.
Come on, you mugs,
We searched Valiant, Boss.
The will ain't on 'im.
Then frisk the woman!
I'll handle this one.
Nice booby trap.
Do they have the will, or not?
- Nah, just this stupid love letter.
- No matter,
I doubt if that will is going to show up
in the next 15 minutes, anyway.
- What happens in the next 15 minutes?
- Toontown will be legally mine,
lock, stock and barrel.
Benny, is that you?
No, it's Shirley Temple.
Ahh! Oh! Eee!
Jumpin' jeepers, what happened?
Doom grabbed your wife and Valiant
and took 'em to the Acme Factory.
The Acme Factory?
I know where that is. Get in.
Move over, Rog. You've done
enough drivin' for one night.
Duh, Toontown right on
the other side of the wall, Boss.
You see, Mr, Valiant, the
successful conclusion of this case,,,
draws the curtains on my career
as a jurist in Toontown.
I'm retiring to take a new role
in the private sector.
- That wouldn't be Cloverleaf
Industries, by any chance, eh?
You're looking at the sole stockholder.
Benny, you go for the cops.
I'm gonna save my wife.
Be careful with that gun.
This ain't no cartoon, you know.
This is no way to make a livin'.
Wouldn't you know, locked.
Whoa!
Can you guess what this is?
Oh, my God, it's Dip!
That's right, my dear. Enough to Dip
Toontown off the face of the earth!
Vehicle of my own design,
Five thousand gallons of heated Dip...
pumped at enormous velocity
through a pressurized water cannon.
Toontown will be erased
in a matter of minutes,
I suppose you think no one's
going to notice Toontown's disappeared?
Who's got time to wonder what happened
to some ridiculous talking mice...
- when you're driving by
at 75 miles an hour?
- There's no road past Toontown.
- Not yet,
Several months ago, I had the good
providence to stumble upon...
this plan of the City Council's,
a construction plan of epic proportions.
- They are calling it a freeway.
- "Freeway"?
What the hell's a freeway?
Eight lanes of shimmering cement
running from here to Pasadena.
Smooth, safe, fast.
Traffic jams will be a thing of the past.
So that's why you killed Acme
and Maroon? For this freeway?
- I don't get it.
- Of course not. You lack vision.
I see a place where people
get on and off the freeway.
On and off, off and on,
all day, all night!
Soon, where Toontown once stood, will be...
a string of gas stations;
inexpensive motels;
restaurants that serve
rapidly prepared food;
tire salons;
automobile dealerships...
and wonderful, wonderful billboards...
reaching as far as the eye can see!
My God,
- it'll be beautiful.
- Come on,
Nobody's gonna drive this lousy freeway when
they can take the Red Car for a nickel.
Oh, they'll drive.
They'll have to.
You see, I bought the Red Car...
so I could dismantle it.
What the...
- Ay, caramba!
- Aah!
Okay, nobody move.
All right, weasels, grab some sky,
or I let the Judge have it.
You heard me.
I said, drop it.
- Roger, darling!
- Yes, it's me, my dearest.
I'd love to embrace you, but first I have to
satisfy my sense of moral outrage.
- Put the gun down, you bucktoothed fool!
- That's it, Doom,
Gimme another excuse
to pump ya full of lead.
You thought you could get away
with it, didn't ya? Ha!
We toons may act idiotic,
but we're not stupid. We demand justice.
Why, the real meaning of the word
probably hits you like a ton of bricks.
Roger!
Roger, say something.
Look, stars!
Ready when you are, Raoul,
Tie the lovebirds together.
Put them up on that hook.
Use that escape-proof toonrope,
Time to kill the rabbit.
Oh, Roger, you were magnificent,
- Was I really?
- Better than Goofy.
Roger, darling,
I want you to know I love you.
I've loved you more than any woman's
ever