 A lone ranger! So the planes led the fight for war and order In the early western United States Can one find a greater champion of justice? Recurring with us now Spring days of yesteryear Come out of the past Come up wondering who speaks of the Great War Silver! A lone ranger! Right again! Don't do it! Don't do it! Don't do it! In the case of golf captain Kerry Middlkoff When Kerry was just in his teens He putted ours on the green Learned to drive out of the ship And from the chance he took a tip A bowl of Wheaties gave him zips Now Kerry hits him to the pin Eating Wheaties helps him win Champion Kerry Middlkoff A long, long time Wheaties eater 20 years and all Wheaties help alright There's a whole kernel of wheat in every Wheaties plate Alright Kerry, slam that ball What? Get on your way with Wheaties! That was the captain! Rufflers have become the plague of the range And of the ranchers In and around the town of Boazvale Sheriff Tom Rawley met with no success In tracking down the Rufflers Or the stolen cattle But he had a firm conviction And after the outlaw's last raid He expressed it to ranchers Jason Phillips And Bill Faction Those unordinary Rufflers were after I went into that company in Boazvale Shipping him off to remove this mayhem The idea of who it might be He almost had him on the town It could be that big and umbrellaic killman Mr. Killman's not a cattleman, Mr. Faction No, he's a master, a farmer And farmers don't like us cattlemen no more I wouldn't put anything past a master Time's wasted, I'd better move along Going back to the ranch, Mr. Faction My new foreman Rocky McLean came in the town With me to hire some new cow folks I gotta meet up with him and see how it made out How to see you, Chef You don't know? Bill Faction didn't know it But foreman Rocky McLean was a Ruffler The chief lieutenant to the leader of the outlaw's band And the leader was none other than Rancher Jason Phillips Rocky was explaining And we fed all our cows out in the range In the early spring Bill Faction had a new hand He was claiming to round up the herd And take it to Dad's city Yeah, he's afraid of having his cows for us Rocky, we planned to take over that out Sitting a big way That's why it took Faction to hire a new man I know, I know, boss We've done well Hitting the other herd The way we had this past month We must have a few hundred head of beef Hitting the way now I want a few hundred more from the circle Six things for the war, boys It's fine, Rocky Gotta do some fixing also Like what? I don't know whether anyone suspects me Of being mixed up in this ruckus or not Boss, nobody gets to think of such a thing You never can tell, Rocky Everyone's suspicious these days Suspects poor, all the killmen And that's different That's not how I'd understand It's because he's not a cattleman Almost any rancher is suspected He's made the order for a good frame-up Like what, boys? You beat me here tomorrow night We're going to tell this place together While the boys are making their raid Why don't we do that? Steal his horse Maybe a few other things from the stable Step back and drop Later they'll see to the raid They'll look as if he's been there Yeah I'll add to it before tomorrow But believe me When I'm finished nobody will be in doubt That I'm like the king of the ruckus Together they rode through the woods And then came to the shed And they started toward I'm like The stable A good thing the stable's behind the herd Don't mind the talk, keep movin' I don't care who's this I didn't know Tim was anyone here And I see it now Tied up in the back of the house I don't know the stable I'm all out of sight Maybe they have no stuff All right Yo, I gotta mess things up, isn't it? Oh, Rocky has blessed these things After the raid Ah, yeah Now there'll be no doubt About Tim was being leader of the ruckus When they find his body All right You mean you are gonna finish or? Not till later Until we get wood from red Everything on a range is gone as we planned it All right, let's put Tim in the course of this horse Now get ready to move Block one of the ruckus Riding among the trees Reached the slope overlooking the section of the ring But a certain lead-out Does it stop for the knife? Red Wharton whispered to the man closest to him Oh, have you guys ready? And let's go Hello? Get it, get it To investigate the reports of widespread cattle buckling Camp in the hills a few miles away from the town Had only set out for Boardsville But rained their horses after riding But a few minutes Boardsville was a little old-timey I think there was a cabin moving below the ridge over there They're heading away for the actual boat And that was a range You think maybe they were muscleers? They thought so too Geez, they're heading over the woods now They're going after them What we do now Is have our horses here tunnel Make our way down this slope behind the hut Easy to see I'm sure they had no idea they were doing trail here Right between heavily wooded slope There, the cattle were placed inside the makeshift Rope and pulled around Which stopped at the ground Met with them near one of the three rude huts Which had been built next to the animal enclosures Oh, that's a big boss This is the way one's are sitting up there What's lucky to have one I got a ride in the truck You're like we planned They're telling that everything's all right at this end How long are you going to be going, man? Not too long I'll be back before noon City boy Before the next exciting feast Please permit us to pause For the sports announcer I'm Al Allen I bet it's just an average guy Maybe the boy next door Sure, maybe he can't run Or gets like Mandler Camping allies of now But don't forget Champions are made, not born Mickey Mandler wasn't born a champion Gosh, when he was only 12 He practiced hitting for hours And started training with Wheaties Roy Campanella, a Wheatie's eater Since he was 13 years old Spent years learning enough baseball To make the grade for the Dodgers Roy and Mickey started with no more Raw felonies and hundreds of other baseball hopefuls But they got on their way With hard practice and the right food You'll notice they both chose Wheaties And they still choose Wheaties Why Wheaties? I can tell you the big energy reason There's a whole kernel of wheat In every Wheatie's place I'd like to see you a champion someday And just remember Champions are made, not born Get on your way With Wheaties Breakfast of champions This afternoon Then we'll make our way to the brush To where he went We'll have to learn something more You ready? Confounded by the sight of Alec Chilman We'll let Rocky explain Why Chilman has been made prisoner Then unaware that the loan He ended by saying We'll not do that until Rocky Chilman's wagon tells us We have the old man's fashion tool On the idea Then we'll kill Chilman Alright, better get the house to our brush You'll wait a few minutes Till Red Mess is yours You'll run away What? He helped mess me up, he said Now you look like I've been In a fight with Ruffin He already shot some bullet holes In my head Bag of Chilman Say that's good Here Let me rip your shoes for you Yeah, he's telling me With dirt shoe to make it look Like I'm rolling around Yeah Silently they withdrew to the spot Where their horses were tied Hello But we've learned this morning Is enough to send those men to jail Into the gallows But that isn't enough Why not? Because if more of a conspiracy Then we've heard them tell But then what a murder man would Have done to that That's when Rocky puts on What he calls his act Oh What we do keep us happy I know they were talking About Bill Faction Faction's been on this territory A long time He's an honest man and he knows this We haven't long time ago His range has left me A quarter of a mile from here Like Catalo's Ruffin's stone Last night must be his I'm going to Faction's range And face this crook, Rocky No wonder why you go back And keep an eye on Silman's captors And he go back now He's still in the entrance Alright, you're covered Stand right where you are Hey Am I seeing things here? You're the lone lion here Yes Mr. Faction Let me come inside, please Sure, sure Come on in Mr. Faction Do you know a man named Rocky? Sure, Rocky McLean My foreman He's on the range with the outfit now He's on the range, Mr. Faction I'm afraid your outfit's in bad shape Listen to me Briefly, the lone ranger told all that he and Tatto Had seen on birds since early morning When he finished The lanchard's eyes were dull with disbelief Alright Can't believe it The whole thing was too crazy How true he was True But before Rocky gets here He must get word of the sheriff Is there anyone around who can ride to town at once? Sure, sure My cook, Lee Chin Lee will ride to town? Look, without that real window, Mr. Faction Coming from the woods back there Say it's Rocky, sure enough You'll see his shirts and ribbons As I told you it would be Yeah I'm sorry to say You're probably calling this whole thing right I'll play it through like you suggested Lee Chin Lee Chin, come here Hello Chin was on his way to the stable When Rocky McQueen staggered into the house While he lay at the rear door And dramatically collapsed on the floor When he opened his eyes Bill Faction was standing above him Silently Rocky waited for somebody at him Perceived none And then began to perform Of course, I get away from him But the rest of me they've killed me Ooh, Rocky I don't like this I like children games Of course, they killed all our men except me I just fought it out with them Till my ammunition was gone Rocky, stand up on your feet Like you're able to It's not making up stories About Ali Kiliman What are you talking about? Rocky, if what I heard is true Then you're the filthiest, Ornliest, pole cat that ever saw the light of day Aren't you talking to me like that? See, you've forgotten your ass already Rocky, we're going back up into the woods Where you and Levin Your boss have Ali tied up Are you? Get those hands off Faction Now, before I kill you Tell you how you know it's just what you said I was told by that mask man Who came out of the room behind you What? Stop that gun, Rocky Ow, my left You shouldn't have drawn your gun No, pick up his gun There goes Lee Chilman The shirt Yeah, he'll vomit Well, Benny's the rest, Rocky Well, that's being done You listen to me You're going to do as I tell you Standing behind the gags And fucked up Ali Kiliman Put the approaching footsteps in the brush He turned to a rat watching you This must be Rocky Have you gone ready anyway? Yeah Hey Rocky, is that you? Yeah, boss It's me You tell that story about Kiliman? Yeah I told Faction Yeah, good Let's get these ropes off Kiliman Let's shoot him and take him over the ranch Rocky, you told Faction that Kiliman was after you No, I didn't let him get that far Faction Jason Phillips I got a murdering weapon on you Kill me, kill me No, you don't I'm shot As the old winger stepped from the underbrush Jason Phillips then grabbed Ali Kiliman He eats the arms and lifted him as a shield Yes, you and me, you're killed Oh, Phillips, we're not like you Thank you, boss Oh, it stepped from the bushes Behind Phillips and Preston He's gone against the man's back Hey, don't shoot Good work, fellow I knew you were there Ali Kiliman, I'm sorry Rocky told me I got you into this thing I'm sorry here Let me remove that gag and blow some more clothes Thanks You, Phillips, move over here with the other two crooks And we'll march back to the circle eight and wait for the sheriff We'll be a short time later Phillips and the two wounded rucklers, Rocky and Red were handcuffed and sent back to the jailhouse Then, led by the lone ranger and Toto the lawman rode on to the range We get by the doctor who had a company The sheriff said Yeah, Rocky sure had it wrong when he said they were a good shot We'll leave her here under the care of the doctor We'll be some wagons along to pick him up later Then let's get on to the rest of this hideout They're expecting the other party to return We'll surprise them Two lost cows will have their back One thing about Phillips and Rocky They'll never be able to change their minds again They'll have numbers on their backs Or words on a two stone Depending on the judge you pass the sentence on them That man sure did a complete job on the whole shebang Once he got started And now he's gone to do a job on whatever other crook she goes after Must be tough to be too big a crook in the west Because if the lawman don't have your crook by the low range Your body needs more healthy nerves From Detroit, this is ABC