 It's the Roy Rogers Show! Happy Trigger Crisp! The cereal treat that's fun to eat brings you the Roy Rogers Show! Transcribed on the double R bar range with Pat Brady and the Queen of the West Day 11! Happy Trigger Crisp! The King of the Cowboys! Here's my good word for the day. It's about a honey of a new cereal, post-sugar crisp. And it's my hunch you'll like it just as much as we do out here at the double R bar range. You see post-sugar crisp is just downright good-eaten. And it's good so many different ways. Try it real soon, won't you? Now tonight, we'd like to tell you about how Dale and Pat and I solved an old, old mystery. We call this story The Last Stage Coach. There is a legend that The Last Stage Coach to leave St. Joseph, Missouri for Paradise Valley carried on it an ancient land grant, which would have given title to the rich ranch district to an eastern stranger. But the coach arrived with no driver or passengers, and the old grant was never found. Now on the evil Paradise Valley 75th anniversary celebration, Roy Rogers with Day 11's Pat Brady and a promoter of western pageants named Daniel David McClintock are at the double R bar with that same historic stage coach. Oh, nice. Back up, Cracker. Roy, this is the strangest hitch I ever saw. You know, it'd be much easier to put a new motor in bellybell. Well, this was a standard hitch about 75 years ago, Pat. The tongue from the stage coach makes the rear team easier to handle on the turns. The front team works in ordinary traces. I don't mean I'll have any trouble driving a hitch like this. I can certainly handle four pair of rings. Well, we'll find out about that tomorrow, Pat, when we have the stage coach race. The race is a wonderful idea, Mr. McClintock. I hope so. I'm just happy that you and Roy made it possible for us to get this historic stage coach from the Western Museum at Zenith. You know, I've tried for years to get him to loan it to me for these pioneer-day pageants, but I've never had any luck before. Well, we know the museum folks pretty well, Mr. McClintock. Yes, and this particular stage coach is so much a part of the legend of Paradise Valley that it's going to add a real touch of color to our 75th anniversary celebration. Just think, if passengers had gotten through on this last trip, Paradise Valley might have been owned by Western families. Aw, shucks, I don't take much stock in the story of a Spanish land grant. Anyway, Pat, it's lucky that the old land grant paper never was found. If it turned up, we all might have to move. That's right, Roy. Original land grants, if they're genuine, sometimes still hold good in the courts. Aw, Dale, you spent too much time studying them car and siren papers in the museum. Well, it was just about the most fascinating three days I ever spent. And the old newspapers and deeds and the letters they loaned me are going to make a mighty interesting exhibit. Oh, back up, place. Easy there, crackers. Here's another interesting thing. I've got these four horses hitched up and all set to go. That's wonderful, Rogers. Now we'd better find out whether I can handle these two teams or not. Uh, hop up there, everyone. Stage coach leaving for Mineral City. Roy, I'm going to follow you in Nellabell. If I'm going to drive the other stage coach against you in the race tomorrow, that'll be enough horse driving to last me for 75 years. Well, I'm going to ride the stage. How about you, Mr. McClinic? Well, you know, if Pat doesn't mind, I think I'll drive in the Jeep with him. Now, I make my living putting on these western celebrations, but somehow I'm always happy to get off a horse and back in a car again. Well, if you want to call Nellabell a car, I'm more a part of both of you. Dale, now I'll see you in town. Come on, Dale, I'll give you a hand up. There you are. I'm here in the driver's seat, and it seems kind of rickety. Don't worry, Dale. This old stage coach stood up over a thousand miles of mighty rough country. I think it'll take us as far as Mineral City. Yeah, you put an engine in that thing and you'd have Nellabell's great-grandmother. If you get held up, don't worry, Roy. The boys are going to pull off the stage coach robbery in the pageant tomorrow, probably money-actions to get in a rehearsal. Well, we won't worry, no matter what happens. Well, Mr. McClinic and I'll be following you anyway. You got those water pistols and yours loaded, Mr. McClinic? They aren't exactly water pistols, Pat. I'm making a point to dress like a westerner, even down to the 45s. Well, these horses are anxious to get started. See you in Mineral City. Come on, boy, ha! Hey, Roy, that looks easy. Betcha I beat you tomorrow. Well, we'll see about that, Pat. Hey, this is great, isn't it, Dale? It sure is. Hey, riding up here's mighty exciting. Even if we are almost a century beyond the stagecoach days. Would you like to take the reins a while, Dale? Sure. Okay, here you are. Watch it now. It's quite a handful. Well, I've driven a four-out before, but not from way up in the coves like this, though. Say, what do you think of Mr. McClinic, Roy? Doesn't that name sound familiar to you? Well, the old fellow back in St. Joe, who was supposed to own the Paradise Valley Land Grant, was named McClinic, too. Oh, sure. But he's supposed to have died suddenly without telling anyone where the land grant was. If there was one, the fellow who was bringing it out probably kept it right in his pocket. You think the Indians got him? Don't know. Well, the festival's gonna be fun anyway. Roy, look. Two masked men riding out from behind that rock. Hold up! Hold up! I'm sure glad this is just McClinic's rehearsal. Step that stage, coach. You get your hands in the air. Stop that horses. We're not fooling you. Oh, oh, there! I don't recognize them, you Roy. I'm not behind those masks, I don't. I don't place the horses, either. All right. Climb down off that stagecoach, you two. Keep your fingertips front of those budges up there and climb down. Sure, partner, but would one of you mind holding the heads of the lead team? Yeah, these horses aren't too familiar with stagecoaching. Sure, I'll hold them. Hey, steady. Now, steady you. McClinic told us you'd probably be pulling a rehearsal, having fun? Sure, we're having fun. Just keep those hands in the air. My, you're some actors, whoever you are. Lead my horse, Bill. I'll drive the stagecoach. Hey, is that part of the act? Driving a four-up isn't easy, you know. I'll manage. You all set, Bill? Sure, Joe. I got your horse. You better just drive a few rods down the road and then stop. That's a valuable stagecoach. Sure, sure, we know. Like you said, it's just a rehearsal. All right, get up there. Come on, come on. Well, careful now, Joe, or whatever your name is. Don't let those horses get out of control. Never mind about me. Come on, get up. A mature like that shouldn't whip those horses into a full gallop. What if he tip over? You give a mineral city businessman a fat part like a stagecoach, Robert, and the ham in him really comes out. Hey, he really handles that stagecoach. Oh, Roy, where are they going? They tore around that bend at a full gallop. Yeah, they're out of sight and hearing, too. The clinic shouldn't have let them have their rehearsal out in the country like this. Golly, I hope they come back. Well, here comes Patton Ellybell and the clinic. Oh, gracious me, Germany, sir. Roy, you and Dale get thrown off that stagecoach? What happened? Well, your actors pulled the rehearsal, McClinic. The stagecoach was held up. What? Sure, two masked men riding a pinto in a blood bay rolled out from behind those rocks and went through their act for tomorrow. The only trouble is they went off at a full gallop with a stagecoach. We just hope they know what they're doing. I was just kidding about the rehearsal, Rogers. I haven't even selected the actors for it. What? What are you all talking about? You mean there was a real stagecoach hold up? We're less than 10 minutes from the double R bar. We better rush back there and get horses. They may not stick to the roads. Yeah, that's a good idea. They can't take the stagecoach anywhere without leaving tracks, and triggering buttermilk to follow them just as quickly and a lot more quietly than Nellie Bell could. Well, if we expect to follow them quietly, do you think it's wise for all four of us to go? No, I think Dale better hurry back to town and give the description of the men to the sheriff. Good. I'll go with her. No, Mr. McClinic. I'll take full responsibility for the stagecoach. But I think you'd better ride with Pat and me. 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Look off there in the gully behind that clump of cottonwoods. There's the stagecoach. Off your horses easy. I don't see anything. I do. Sure enough, that's a stagecoach. Yes, yes, I see it now. If we move quietly and stay behind cover, we can work our way over there without being seen. You stay here, Trigger. Let's go, man. You sure they can't see us, Rogers? We're too busy with that stagecoach to be looking very hard. Look up on criminals like this dozens of times. Look out, Rogers. They see us. McClinnick, what's the idea of firing like that? They saw us. The one with the rifle was drawing a bead on us. Well, he ain't drawing a bead now. Both of them is on their horses and looking them gold. You shouldn't have done that, McClinnick. The first thing we learn in the West is not to get panicky. I was only trying to protect us. Roy and I can protect ourselves pretty well without having a tender foot louse things up. Never mind, Pat. The stagecoach is down there, and that's the main thing. Those two men stick to the mounts they're riding. They shouldn't be too hard to find. Now, let's get down there and see what they've wanted with that stagecoach. They were starting to go over that stagecoach with a fine-toothed comb. Or with a razor blade and a crowbar. Well, look, the upholstery's slit, and they even started to wrench off the floorboards. Probably trying to see if there was a false bottom where the old land deed could have been hidden. The coach can be fixed up all right again, Canada Rogers. Yeah. It's not long enough to do any real damage. That deed must have been pretty valuable for him to go to all this trouble. If there really is a deed and it was found, all of us in Paradise Valley might lose all the property we own. Well, could that really happen, Roy? It could, but I aim to see that it doesn't. Now, clinic, we'll use the other stagecoach for the robbery tomorrow, and we'll call off the race. Roy, we can't do that. Everyone's looking forward to it. Yeah, Roy. I can't see what harm the race would do. You'd be driving one coach, and I'd be driving the other, and we'd be in plain sight of hundreds of people. Well, we'll think it over. But for now, I'm driving this stagecoach right back to my ranch. Are you sure it'll be safe there, Rogers? It certainly will. I'll lock it in a stable, and Bullitt and I will personally guard it during the night. Bullitt? Oh, who's Bullitt? Bullitt's Roy's German Shepherd dog, and if Roy tells him to guard the stagecoach, I'd just pity the fellas that try to touch a finger to it. There's no use, McClinic. We're not going to try breaking in that stable with a big dog in it, not for a lot more in your panace. You know what you're doing, McClinic? You sure didn't find any paper this afternoon. The land grants got to be somewhere on that stagecoach. It's taken me over 10 years to find a way to get the coach out of the museum. I'm not letting this chance slip by. Maybe you can figure some way to hijack the stagecoach when they ship it back to the museum. That won't be necessary. I've talked Rogers into holding the race after all, and when it's over, that stagecoach is going to have to be completely rebuilt. How do you figure that, McClinic? What they're using leads straight out of town to a place called Frederick's Rocks. The drivers are supposed to make a wide turn around the rock and head back to town for the finish. Now, if the horses didn't make the turn, they'd head straight across country that would rip the sturdiest wagon ever built to pieces. Go ahead, Mac. We're listening. The sheriff and I are judging the race, and I'll inspect the harness before the start. There won't be any trouble at all to touch up the reins with acid. Sure. I guess you could do that all right, Mac. One bill will be lying out of sight in the crevices of that big rock. 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Or eat it like candy right out of the box. This honey of a cereal is good anyway. So buy Post-Sugarcrisp in the red, white, and blue package with the three bears on it. Happy crowds line the main street of Mineral City waiting for the stagecoach race which is a part of the 75th anniversary celebration. A top one coach are Roy Rogers and Dale Evans the reins and Roy's hands leading down to four eager horses. Mounted on the fabled last stagecoach also ready to leap out behind a spirited four-horse team is Pat Brady. And at the sound of the starter's gun We can keep an eye on it better from this one here. Come on, boy. Here we are. Spencer's running right alongside us. What are you planning, Roy? I'm trying to be ready for anything anyone else is planning. Pat's got his horses going like Sam's 60. We won't try to pass him until after we make the turn at Fredericks Rock and head back to town. Fredericks Rock. That's the only place along the course where there won't be a lot of people. If anything's going to happen to Pat's stagecoach it'll happen there. They look behind us, Dale. Are they sheriff and McClelland following us? Yes, they're keeping up. Come on here, Roy. This is what we do, Roy. You think we can catch them after we make the turn? Winning the race isn't the most important thing, Dale. Watch carefully now. We're getting close to Fredericks Rock. Right. Oh, look. There are two horses standing behind you, a flood bay and a penthouse. The same ones the holdup men had yesterday. Watch it now. Pat's even with the rock. Oh, look at Pat's horses go. Roy! Roy, they're not making the turn. Dale, Pat can handle it. They're getting out of control. Roy, look at Pat's reins. They're dangling loose and his team's plunging right across that rocky meadow. Trigger, come up alongside, boy. Grab the lion's tail and drive these horses. Trigger and I've got to help Pat. I've got them, Roy. We've got to catch that stagecoach, Trigger. And Pat's got to hang on until we can catch up with him. Come on, boy. I'm the lead team, Pat. You jump to the rear team. We can stop them once we get their heads. Get out on the tongue first. Then climb out on the tongue and grab the horse's heads. A little bit more now, boy. Easy, easy, easy. When we passed Frederick's Rock, my horses took off like the head carburetors and the reins fell apart in my hands. And when I jumped down on that tongue of the stagecoach, well, the darn thing split like a lightning struck oak and... Hey, look at this. What's wrong, Roy? Look, here's why that stagecoach tongue cracked under your weight. The thing's hollow. Well, sputter and spark plugs, it sure is. Well, you think they'd make a wagon tongue out of a solid piece of wood, no matter what... Oh, and look here, Pat. Hey, there's a bunch of rolled-up papers inside of it. Oh! Oh, thank goodness. That was great. Pat, are you all right? Sure, I'm all right, but I ain't never gonna ride on nothing but Nellie Bell again. Roy, that was marvelous work. The clinic and I were riding right behind you. Great work, man. I was afraid the stagecoach would be battered to pieces. It practically was. The tongue split like killing when I jumped on it. And look what was hidden inside the stagecoach tongue, Sheriff. A roll of old, old papers. Roy, let me see those. That's all we've been looking for. I mean, could those be the old Paradise Valley Land Grant? Let me see. This one's written in Spanish, and it's signed by King Philip IV. This is the land grant, all right. Now, one of these other papers. This one was dated in St. Joe's, in 1877. It's a legal paper proving that the heirs of the men to whom this grant was originally issued were a couple of fellows named McClinic and Emory. Wait, are you sure? Yes, the sheriff's right, Roy. That's what these papers are. Then the legend of the last stagecoach is true after all. It certainly is, Rogers, and I can prove that I'm the only living heir of the D.D. McClinic who sent Emory out to file this land grant 75 years ago. That's right. And before long, I'll be the sole owner of Paradise Valley. Now, just a minute, McClinic. The way you went about getting possession of these papers won't help you any in court. What do you mean, Rogers? Sheriff, there were two horses at the base of Frederick's Rock, a blood bay and a pen hole. If we go back and arrest their riders, I think we'll find that they were hired by McClinic to hold up this stagecoach yesterday and to cause the runaway today. I don't understand, Roy, but you always know what you're about. Let's go after. Look out, everybody! McClinic, put those guns down! I thought I saw someone right there. Sit, McClinic. You were firing morning shots to tell your stew just to run for it again. Yeah, you fired twice like that yesterday when we were sneaking up on the stagecoach. You've got me wrong. I... Oh, no. Oh, no, you don't, McClinic. Because I got those guns. Sheriff, we'd better put McClinic under arrest first. Now, look, Rogers, suppose I do spend a year or two in jail. When I come out, I can still bring suit against everyone who thinks he owns a piece of land in Paradise Valley. I can throw every one of you out of here. These papers prove it. Your case will be thrown out according to the fast it'll scare you, McClinic, because this land grant is nothing but a forgery. A forgery? You don't know what you're talking about. You bet I do. Your ancestors were evidently no more honorable than you are, McClinic, and no smarter either. What do you mean? You remember when we were talking yesterday how Pat was teasing me about spending three days in the museum at Zena? Listen, if this land grant were genuine, it would have to be signed by the King of Spain before the year 1654. Of course, and it is. The date is right on the document. That may all be, but the parchment paper this document is inscribed on was made in the United States of America in the year 1872. What? Look at it through the light. The watermark proves it. The date's in code, but that code is so well established it'll stand up in any court in the land. Hey, Dale, that's wonderful. Well, if that's the case, we'll just take this McClinic fella. All right, he's breaking away. Get away from me, Rogers. I've got another gun here, and I'll use it. Oh, no, you don't, McClinic. Now, if I can stop the runaway states, Coach, I can certainly stop a phony like you. No, Rogers, I didn't know it was a part three. I'll tell you who the other men were. You don't have to tell us anymore, McClinic. Oh, we know all we want to know. Now, here come all the people in town. Oh, my gosh, we never did finish that stage, Coach Ray. Study there, folks. Ready? Everything's all right. There was a little trouble here, but we can go right on with the celebration. 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