 It's the Roy Rogers Show. Happy Trash! The cereal treat that's fun to eat brings you the Roy Rogers Show. Transcribed on the double R bar ranch with Pat Grady and the Queen of the West, Day 11. Happy Trash! 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 ranch. You see post-sugar crisp is just downright good eatin'. And it's good so many different ways. Try it real soon, won't ya? Now, hit yourselves up on the edge of your chairs because our story today is plenty exciting. It is the day before the annual Paradise Valley Sweepstakes. The most grueling test of stock horse speed and stamina in all the West. Roy, Dale Evans, and Pat Grady are at the horse breeding ranch of Roy's friend Glenn Shaw. Watching Glenn give the final training workouts to Gunbarrel, one of Trigger's finest sons. He's a whip all right. How do you like him, Pat? Well, for a critter with legs, I guess he's fine, but I'll take something with wheels any day, like Nellie Barrel. Oh, Pat, you and your old jeep. Don't you even recognize a good horse when you see one? Gunbarrel sure does his daddy, Mighty Proud. How's that, Roy? How'd a Gunbarrel look? Fine, Glenn. It's going to take a lot of horse to beat him tomorrow. I'll second that motion. A mile's a mighty tough distance for a stock horse to cover at full speed. But I certainly haven't seen anything that can touch Gunbarrel. Well, I sure hope so. I'm counting on the prize money. That will pay off your mortgage at the bank, won't it? You bet. Once I pay off the stock mortgage, his whole shebang will be mine free and clear. And if Gunbarrel does win tomorrow, his colts will bring great prices. I'm just glad that Gunbarrel doesn't have to run against Trigger tomorrow. Well, Trigger isn't exactly a three-year-old anymore. A couple of years ago, though, a tough mile race like this would have been right up Trigger's alley. See, Roy, do you know anything about that thunder-cloud horse from Upstate? I haven't seen him. Well, this doll, Bailey, who owns him, has been around the cafe quite a bit lately, and he has plenty to say about him. Yeah, and he's willing to back it up, too. You know, he carries a roll of bills as big as one of our coffee mugs, and he's willing to put up almost any sum that thunder-cloud will win. Well, if he wants to bet on a horse race, I suppose that's his business, but it's something I sure don't hold with. Yeah, I don't either. But if thunder-cloud does win, a lot of Mineral City folks is going to be mighty poor for a while. Hey, look, visitors. Do you know them, Roy? I don't recognize the truck, but it's the sheriff's car. Say, that's Mr. Bailey riding with him. Ain't that a mighty, pretty truck, though. Howdy there, folks. Hi, everybody. Folks, I want to meet Mr. Bailey. He's here from Upstate for the sweepstake tomorrow. Mr. Bailey, these are my friends, Roy Rogers, D. Levins, and Pat Breedy. Hi, Mr. Bailey. And this young fellow's Glen Shaw. He's the one we want to talk to. Well, I'm very glad to know you, Mr. Bailey. I guess you came out to take a look at gun barrel and see what your horse is up against tomorrow. Go ahead, Sheriff. Do your duty. Glen, Mr. Bailey, he has bought the mortgage the bank held in your stock. Your payments are overdue, and we have to foreclose. Well, I'm going to... That's right, Shaw. I'm taking your gun barrel horse. Lordy, want a truck, Shaw? Right, Shaw, Mr. Bailey. Oh, now, wait a minute. What's this all about? What do you mean, foreclose? It's almost a month before the final payments due. Well, sure it is, and Glen's almost sure to be able to meet it. Well, I don't know you, Rogers. I don't think this is any of your business. But in case you think it is, you have the facts all wrong. Take the horse, Shaw. Good enough. Give me the bridle, sonny. Now, wait a minute. Wait a minute. Nothing. Give me the bridle. I'll have to order you to do that, Glen. I've seen the mortgage transfer. It's overdue all right, and the papers are on file with the county clerk right now. Sheriff, you sure the papers are in order? Why, sure I am, Roy. Well, let him take the horse in, Glen. We'll get into town and straighten things out. Now you're talking sense, but you won't find anything to straighten out. All right, come on. Give me that horse. Come here, you big, grave bruiser. Say, don't you handle gun barrel that way. Come on, lady. I was taking care of horses before you was born. You handle that horse easy, fella. The lady means what she says, and so do I. Go ahead, Jock. You know where to take the horse. All right, boy. Now, come on, Sheriff. I'm in a hurry to get back to town. Maybe some more of these mineral city hicks want to bet against underglow. I'm sorry, Roy. That's all right, Sheriff. I'll see you later. I'm only doing my duty. That's all. Roy, I don't understand. If I don't have gun barrel in the sweepstakes tomorrow, the whole ranch, everything I've worked for, gosh, I won't have a chance. Oh, Roy, why did you let them get away with it? They aren't getting away with anything, Dale. Pat, is Nelliebell up to a little tracking? Is Nelliebell up to a little tracking? Why, Nelliebell's got a nose like a bloodhound. You know that. All right. You and Glenn get in that mechanical bloodhound and follow the truck. Dale and I are heading for town as fast as we can get there. We have some business at the bank and the county clerk's office. I know the bank has a right to sell a mortgage, Mr. Meredith, but you might have let Glenn Shaw know about it. That's why I sold the mortgage, Rogers. I just didn't have the heart to foreclose on a nice young man like Glenn. Glenn claims the mortgage wasn't due for a month. Well, now my recollection of the due date seems to me that the mortgage did have another month to run. Still, I can't be sure. You made out the transfer, didn't you, Mr. Meredith? Well, no, Rogers. I didn't. I took care of the negotiations, of course, but I always let my assistants take care of it. I always let my assistants do the actual paperwork. I hope there hasn't been a mistake. There isn't much time, you know. The race is tomorrow. Oh, that's right, that's right. And by the way, Rogers, I'm not a man to suggest gambling, of course, but if you want to get in on a short thing, just put a little money on Mr. Bailey's horse. I don't gamble, Mr. Meredith. Just the same. A bright young fellow like you should miss a chance to improve his position. That thundercloud's a great animal. Oh, Mr. Meredith, I have a mighty poor memory. Would you mind writing that horse's name out on the piece of paper for me? Not at all, Rogers. Not at all. There you are. Thundercloud. A sure winner in the sweepstakes tomorrow. Thanks. Well, I'll be going along. Good luck to you, Rogers. Like I say, I hope you and your young friend will get straightened out. If I can be of any help, don't hesitate to call on me. The sheriff may be calling on you, Mr. Meredith. We'll see. Roy, did you find out anything? Well, maybe. How about you, Dale? Well, I checked the transfer at the clerk's office, and the foreclosure date was just like the sheriff said it was. Oh. Gosh, Roy, do you suppose Glenn could be mixed up? What did the transfer look like? Was it written in longhand? Yes. It was on Mineral City Bank Stationery and signed by Mr. Meredith. Was the handwriting anything like this? Thundercloud. Paradise Valley sweepstakes. Oh, Roy, that's exactly the same handwriting. I thought so. But what does... Hey, Roy! Hey, Dale. What's up, Pat? Where's Glenn? He's in Tombstone Canyon. Tombstone Canyon? Where's the truck that took Gunbarrel away? Well, that's in Tombstone Canyon, too. The truck drove until it couldn't go any further. And then that mean little old weasel unloaded Gunbarrel and met a great big bruiser. And three of them started to pick their way through those rocks. Tombstone Canyon. Roy, that's no place for a horse that's supposed to race tomorrow. It sure isn't. Pat, you and I'll stop at the double-R bar and get the bullet. And we'll go to Tombstone Canyon, too. Glenn and Gunbarrel are up against it. But they haven't lost yet. These little pals, the three sugar-crisp bears, you see right on the front of every sugar-crisp package are with us tonight. And they say you'll love the delicious flavor of sugar and honey just as much as they do. That's right. It's the best flavor in the world. And what's the best way to enjoy that wonderful flavor? Eat post-sugar-crisp. Yes, indeed. New sugar-crisp is coated with delicious honey and sugar. And like the bears say, you'll enjoy it three ways. You bet. It's dandy as a cereal. And for snacks, sugar-crisp is so handy. Or eat it like candy right out of the package. All right, you are. Post-sugar-crisp is the wonderful new cereal treat that's fun to eat any way you eat it. As a cereal, sugar-crisp is so sweet you don't need any sugar. Just pour on milk or cream. And sugar-crisp is so handy for snacks. So easy to fix. Or eat it right out of the box like candy. Yes, it's like the three honey bears say. As a cereal, it's dandy. For snacks, it's so handy. Or eat it like... Be sure to get the genuine post-sugar-crisp in the red, white, and blue package with the three bears on the front. Roy's friend, Glenn Shaw, has a great chance to win the Paradise Valley stock horse sweepstakes with Trigger's son, Gunbarrow. But he loses the horse when Bailey, owner of Thunder Cloud, forecloses a mortgage under mysterious circumstances. Glenn follows his horse and Bailey's henchmen to the rocky fastnesses of Tombstone Canyon. And now Roy, Pat, and Roy's dog, Bullet, are following their trail along a tortuous, stony path. This way, Bullet Boy. How do you know where you're going, Roy? Although it isn't too tough to cut sign in here, Pat, we can see where the small rocks have been disturbed and that's just as good as footprints. I'll see how you do it. Hey, quiet, Pat. What's the matter? I guess I'm allergic to traveling on foot. This is one place Nellie Bell couldn't go. Easy now. I think I hear something. There's someone just around the big rock. Take it easy, short. Won't do you no good destroying against them ropes. You said it, Jack. Guys and they stay strong. Hey, that's them, Roy. Look, they got Glenn and Gunnbara both tied up. Yeah. Look, Pat, if we climb up over this rock to the ledge, we can drop right down on them from above. No, Bullet, you stay here. Where do I call you? Yeah, I'm with you, Roy, but it ain't going to be easy. Come on. How'd you get here, short? How'd you follow us? Never mind how I followed you. Say you thought your horse was going to win the race tomorrow, did you? Hold it here, Pat. Right. He's still winning if he gets a chance to run. I'll get right above the big one. Roy, I... What's that? I see up there. Come on down, reaching for the clouds. Roy, Pat, one shot up. Shut up, little fella. You're the wise guys who was hanging around shore's ranch this morning. Come on, get down there and don't make a full smooth. I'm sorry, Roy. Don't worry about it, Pat. You seen these guys before, Jack? They friends of this little punk? We're friends of Glenn's, yes. Well, maybe the boss will have some plans for you, too. Take their guns, Red, and tie them up. You don't think we came alone, do you? Huh? Look up there at the rim of the canyon. You have a jock! Never loosen your grip on a gun, big boy. It doesn't pay. I got him, Roy. Go on, me. Oh, boy, Roy. If you didn't have my gun, I'd... Here, take Red's gun, Pat. Keep it leveled on jock. Now, Red, you do what? I'll break you in two. The only mistake you made was coming in wide open. Man, oh, man, Roy. He... He landed like he busted an axel. Pat, untie Glenn and put those ropes around the big fella. If there's a small inlet, you can use it on jock. Roy, we've got to get gun barrel out of here. If he's going to race tomorrow, we'll have to... He's not going to race tomorrow. I'll get those hands in the air. All of you. Well, Bailey, I was sort of expecting you, but... You're a born meddler, aren't you, Rogers? Watch out for this guy. His trick's boss is full of him. Now, sure, if your friends had let me take the horse peaceably, in accordance with the law, all of you would have been better off. We weren't too badly off, Bailey. Listen, cowpoke, that's about enough. How'd you like to taste a bullet? Bailey, there's not a cowpoke on these parts that would let a bullet... Bullet, get him off! Rogers, get this wolf off of me. Hold him. Stay with his hand, boy. Oh, my wrist! Drop your guns, Bailey. Go on, drop him. Are you... There. Now, get him off me, Rogers. Pick up the artillery, Pat. Right. All right, bullets, let go, boy. Good boy, bullet. Now, Bailey, I think you look better without your guns. Yeah, and so do the other two. There. Glenn, you're loose. Oh, thanks, Pat. Gee, I'm numb from those ropes. Rogers, this whole thing is a big mistake. I thought at first you were a couple of gun slicks holding up my boys, and that's why I can be... Store it, Bailey. I'd rather talk about a certain stock mortgage. Well, well, sure, Rogers. What about it? Are you sure you didn't take Glenn's horse about a month before you had a right to? Well, all I know is what the papers from the bank said. Do you mean there's been a mistake? I think there's been more than a mistake. Well, if that's the case, naturally, I'll be more than glad to see the things are straightened out. Why don't we all go back to town and talk this thing over? Roy, you mean you're going to let them get away? Sure. They won't leave town until after the race tomorrow. Well, no, of course not. And I have nothing to fear. All right. Suppose you get moving, then. All right, Jock. Grab Red for the arms. We'll get him out. How about our guns, Rogers? Never mind your guns. You have enough to carry with Red. All right, Rogers. But we'll expect to get him back. Come on, Red. Walk, will you? We aren't going to drag you all the way. You know, I've probably met three unpleasanters, fellas. But for the life of me, I can't remember when. Glenn, are you all right? Sure, Roy. I'm fine, but... Gun barrel. I should look how he's favoring his right foreleg. Easy there, Gun barrel. Let's see that hoof, boy. How does it look to you, Roy? Pretty bad, Glenn. He can't race tomorrow. Don't you think if we got him back to the ranch... Not a chance. I've never seen a worse stone bruise. Gun barrel will be all right in a couple of weeks, but that's as soon as... Then I've lost everything, Roy. The Colts aren't ready to sell them without the prize money. No, that's mighty tough, Glenn. I know how you feel, sort of like... I'd feel if anything had happened to Nellie Bell, or like Roy'd feel if anything had happened to Trigger. Trigger? Hmm. Hey, look, Glenn. If you had another horse that was ready for the race tomorrow, you could still enter him, couldn't you? Sure, Roy, but I haven't. Well, let's get back to Paradise Valley. You're gonna buy a horse from me, providing I can buy him back within 24 hours. You sure give it a try. Hey there, Glenn. How you getting along? It's no use, Roy. I can't do anything with Trigger. He's fine and all that, but I just can't get any response out of him. Trigger, boy, what's the matter? I guess I didn't think, Glenn. No one but me has ever ridden Trigger. I guess I just wasn't meant to win this race. What do you mean, Glenn? You don't have to ride the horse yourself, do you? No, but... Well, what are you waiting for, Roy? Roy, will you ride Trigger? Well, look, Glenn, I'd like to, but I'm a lot heavier than you are, and those extra pounds in a tough race like this, is just asking too much of the horse. Oh, Roy Rogers, you couldn't ask too much of Trigger, and you know it. Get your horses up to the start line. Come on, riders, get your horses up here. Please, Roy, it's my only chance. Oh, but the weight... Well, here, here, let's get the saddle off Trigger. That'll make a few pounds difference. Roy, you gonna ride him bare-back? Well, there's no rules against it, is there? Not as long as the horse is carrying at least 130 pounds. He'll be carrying that and then some. Hold the saddle, Pat. You bet. Keep my gun belt for me. You bet I will, Roy. Glenn, wish us luck. We're gonna need it. Come on, Trigger Boy. I hope he can. I'm worried only about Bailey's Thunder Cloud. Which one is he, Glenn? Well, he's that big black one there. You see the big black one with the white blaze? And look who's riding him, that side-wind and little jock. Oh, it's a beautiful horse. Hey, wait a minute. That's no stock horse. He's a thoroughbred race horse. What? Look at him. Look at his head. Have you ever seen a corner horse with confirmation like that? Dale, you're right. Oh, then Trigger hasn't got a chance. There is no stock horse living. He can outrun a thoroughbred for a full mile. And I got Roy into this. Post-Sugar Crisp. Post-Sugar Crisp. Yes, sir, Reed. Any time of the day, Post-Sugar Crisp is the cereal treat that's fun to eat. No wonder it's the fastest growing cereal treat in America. Full of nourishing wheat goodness coated with energy-rich honey and sugar, Sugar Crisp has an exciting new kind of taste. Deliciously different from anything else you've ever tried. It's a honey of a new cereal. So be sure to ask Mom to bring home Post-Sugar Crisp in the red, white, and blue package with the Sugar Crisp bears on it. Remember, it comes in both the giant and regular sizes. Start enjoying Post-Sugar Crisp tomorrow. To save his friend's ranch, Roy, at the last moment, agrees to ride Trigger in the Paradise Valley stock horse speedstakes. And at the cry, they're off. Dale discovers that Trigger is running against a thoroughbred racehorse. They're trying to pull Shaw. What do you mean by having Rogers ride his horse in your colors? What are you trying to pull, Bailey? I'd like to see the papers in your horse. Now, Bailey, you have no cause for complaint. Everything's in order, and Rogers has a right to ride Trigger. And Trigger'll beat your horse no matter what you try, Mr. Bailey. We'll see about that. Good day, old Pat. Trigger's gaining on the leaders now. Yeah, so is that Thunder Cloud. Yeah, boy, boy. Oh, Trigger's leading. Trigger's leading. We can still take him. Come on, boy. Go on, Trigger. Pull up. Rogers and Rogers slam into that rye. I'll slam you hard. We'll take our chances. Go on, Trigger. Go, boy. Hit your last one, and Rogers, pull up, and I'll spit you. I'm winning this race. He's feeling a little wind so bad. Quick, worry about my horse. What? Look what's coming up on the outside. What? Where? Where? Now, go, Trigger. He left us a hole. He's gone. Roger, come on, Thunder Cloud. Catch that enemy now. That horse I yearned with my teeth. Double cross and scallywag. You told me your horse couldn't lose. How's for test, Mr. Meredith? Rogers had no right to put that horse in that race. But you're going to have a hard time convincing the crowd of that, and I've lost thousands and thousands of dollars. Pat, Graham, listen. Quiet, Meredith. Not here. What do you mean, not here, Bailey? I falsified that mortgage date because you promised me Thunder Cloud couldn't lose if Gunbarrow was out of the race. Did you hear that, Sheriff? I sure did, Dale. Whoa, whoa. Whoa, Trigger. Whoa, easy boy. Roy, Trigger, you're marvelous. Boy, Trigger skimmed around that track like he was jet-propelled. What's going on here? What are Meredith and Bailey up to? They've been up to more than I ever dreamed, Roy. But we got the goods on them. Let go of me, Sheriff. Hey, you ever take me here? You ever take me here? Stand back. All of it. Or I'll start blasting with these six-oters. Oh, God! No man can cross me like you have, Rogers. But I'm getting revenge because I got you without your guns. Now get off that horse. You bet I'll get off my horse, and I'll land on you. Oh, careful, Roy. Don't worry about Roy. Did you ever see such a quick move? He was on Bailey before he could shoot. Now, Bailey, I've got you without your guns, too. And I've been waiting for this. Get up on your feet, you sculk and coward. Go. Sheriff, you need any more information out of Bailey? No, Roy. He and Meredith have made a confession before witnesses that will stand in any court in the land. Why? Because if that's the case, Bailey isn't going to do any more talking for a while. Oh! I don't like to lose my temper, but he had that coming. Sheriff, have your men grab Bailey's rider. Come on, Dale, Glenn, Pat. I've got the cool trigger out. Come on, trigger boy. Be able to thank you enough. Having trigger win the sweepstakes is just as good as having gun barrel take it. After all, gun barrel sons are trigger's grandsons. They sure are. And if they're half as good as their ancestors, you'll do real well with them. Oh, by the way, Glenn, I'm going to buy a horse from you. You are? Which one? Trigger. The way he ran today, I'm sure glad we only made a 24-hour agreement. For now, folks, this is Roy Rogers saying to all of you from all of us, Goodbye, good luck, and may the good Lord take a liking to you. See you next week. The show was brought to you tonight by Post-Sugar Chris, the cereal treat that's fun to eat. 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