 The speed of light on cloud of dust and the ha-ha-ha-yo silver! A low ranger! A thoughtful, mask-wider of the planes. Led the fight for war and order. In the early western United States. He thought about champion Bob Cousy's spectacular forward of the boss. Bob was just a lad of five. He practiced on the family drive. Learned to pass, to shoot, to take. And gave himself this one big break. He ate his Wheaties every place. Today Bob sparks that Boston team. Still eats his Wheaties with fruit and cream. Captain Bob Cousy got together with Wheaties when he was five years old. Twenty years ago. Instead he going with Wheaties. There's a whole kernel of wheat. Come on Bob, drive right in there. He's on his way, on his way. Get on your way, Bob. Where's Wheaties? Come on, Captain. Get on your way, get on your way. Get on your way with Wheaties. Like the sub-champions. In summer, I was born. Cooked for Dominic Taylor the Circle T ranch. He was returning there to attract the customs of his new country from the time I was born. He unfortunately never had that chance. Since my mother died he's been too busy working to race. I know your father is proud. I've been in the West for a long time. I know Mr. Taylor too. Oh, he's a good man and it was he who finally made possible He is the only one who knows I'm returning. My father has no eighth ring up. It's Mr. Taylor's surprise to me. Yeah, yeah. I've never heard the Dutch city old man Taylor's alone. He sleeps behind the cookhouse. Doesn't understand us. Lim, I can't afford you to make something, man. People would get wild. I've stained the bunkhouse that you finished with the old man. We'll meet later and study you. Has he heard a knock on the front door? No. Don't tell me that Tom Lee's arrived so soon? There's just a minute. Get out of here, you promised! Get out of here! Now that's where he hides his money. There must be here somewhere. Let's start looking. All right. He's sat with the desk. I'll sit in the closet. I'm gonna give him a real hard wrap on his head to make sure he's out cold for a long time in the bunkhouse. Tell Clay what we did. And had him go with the story about you said you won't kill Taylor and that you busted Wong. There's one thought I really keep my eye on. The champions are made, not born. You walk out and batting practice are equipment. And you can tell. And without for breakfast, and you'll see where he gets that energy. He knows. You don't get on top first. Stay on top if you're not in top condition. Now, Wheaties are nothing new without Rosen. No, sir. He's been eating them 22 years since he was 7. Not off and on either, but right along. Wheaties can help anyone get on his way. After all, there's a whole kernel of wheat in every Wheaties place. You can take my word for it. Champions are made, not born. Get on your way with Wheaties. Breakfast of champions. And before the two crooks knocked him out with a thing like that. They have for tonight. You and this young Chinese boy here approve that to me. Tell me what you have in mind. So take Tom Lee to someplace near here. He's moved out. Ah, good. Now, here's my plan. Tom will find one of the men. You shot Mr. Taylor too early on. Tell Marx that you were even more stupid than I thought to be. The cereal shaped like...