 Ranger Bill, warrior of the woodland, struggling against extreme odds, traveling dangerous trails, fighting the many enemies of nature. This is the job of the guardian of the forest, Ranger Bill. Pouring rain, freezing cold, blistering heat, snow, floods, bears, rattlesnakes, mountain lions. Yes, all this in exchange for the satisfaction and pride of a job well done. There's lots of excitement in Naughty Pine these days. This is the time of year when the state championship bobsled race is held at Culver's Peak. The bobsleds race at breakneck speeds around Culver's Peak, twisting and turning on hairpin curves, and then they come into the straightaway, which shoots them down the side of the shady river valley. Our rangers hold a speed record of 65 and three-tenths miles an hour. And we've held the championship for three years. But now our position is being threatened. The coal brothers from the southern part of the state are entering the race this year, and we could lose the championship. Listen to the story bobsled. Here's some more in the paper about the coal brothers, Bill. Those guys could beat us and win the championship, couldn't they? Yeah, they sure could, Bill. Our sled's been timed at maximum speed of 68 and four-tenths miles an hour. We'll have a hard time to get that much speed out of our sled. Yeah, you can say that again, young fella. I've lost three pounds of weight since the last race. We need all the weight we can get. What'd you say you lost, umpy? I said I lost three pounds of beef. That's what I said. Oh, excuse me. I thought you said three pounds of blubber. No, you see here, young maverick. I'm nothing but skin and muscle and bones. There's not a ounce of blubber on me. Oh, no? Oh, I thought maybe you were growing some insulation for the cold winter. You know, something to keep your tummy warm? I'll let you leave your tummy if I get a hole in you. You think you're a poor little sheep bestender? Oh, my lungs should be that hole in blizzard. Don't leave her in this old cauldron. She's gonna shout at me and throw me at the pasture. Oh, you're afraid of your weight three pounds more than he does? Put a leg in my hand. You wish you had some blubber when I started punching you. Oh, no. Okay. And at this time, we're friends are tussling with you. You fellas, it's better to save your energy for later when we meet the cold brothers. Look, let's go over to the diner and have some supper, huh? Maybe with a good supper we'll think up an idea to make the sled go faster. Yeah, and not only that, maybe Stumpby might gain back his three pounds. Yeah. Say, have we got any more emery cloth, Ned? Yeah, in the paper bag, Phil. Oil's in the can there. Yeah, I see it. Sure got these runners smooth as glass. You gotta be slicker than that. I don't think for a minute Bill Jefferson and his boys aren't gonna put up a tough battle to hold their title. They'll give us the toughest competition we'll ever have. You're telling me. Those guys really know they're bobsledding. You know, we've been running away with the other races we've been in. At this time, I'm afraid it'll be different. Understand that their official speed record is just a hair over 65 miles per hour. But that doesn't mean anything. Yeah, you're right. They could have been holding back. Or maybe not driving for top advantage. That's what's been worrying me. We don't really know what this sled can do in a tight race. Say, where'd Mack and Lesko? Oh, over to register at the judge's headquarters. Oh, we're supposed to meet them with a diner for supper. Good. It's getting close to chow time. That's for sure. I know one thing else for sure, Phil. What's that, Ned? They've been in a race before we're through with them. We must be at the talk of the town, fellas. Everybody's looking at us and talking among themselves. They're probably wondering if we're going to win the race this year. Look who just came in the door. The cool brothers. Now the fun will begin. Hey, fellas, here comes the new bobsled champions. The cool brothers. Yeah, I hear they got a faster sled than the Rangers. They're too fast. The Rangers ain't going to beat champions any moment after that. Very funny, I call it. That's all right, Henry. Let them have his fun. Maybe you'll have to eat those words later. Hello, fellas. Hi, Ned. I guess we know each other more from a distance than close up, huh? Yeah, but nice to see you. Maybe you're going to back out, huh? Yeah, the smaller the handle. Maybe if we leave, you fellas can eat in peace. Oh, don't leave on our account, Tom. We don't care what they say. We don't either, Phil. We're through and there's a lot of work to do. The race is Saturday, only two days off. So we'll see you fellas at the inspection round tomorrow afternoon, huh? Okay, Bill. Nice seeing you again. Same here. Let's go, fellas. See, at the top of Culver's Peak Rangers, too bad you've got to win the race. Oh, now don't you be crazy. They'll win, all right. Maybe take a little trick or two, but they'll win. Who said that? Somebody here has a big mouth and no brains. If that person would spend as much energy promoting good sportsmanship instead of running it down, he'd be doing something. So, Stumpy, we can take all the ribbon you can dish out, but keep it good-natured. And don't make cracks about sportsmanship. This race will be won by the best team. That's the only real qualification for a championship that we know of. And Stumpy sure got mad when that loudmouth lifted up his voice. He was mad. But did you notice he didn't lose control of himself? I'm afraid if somebody had accused me that way, I'd probably plowed right into him. There's one angle to this that's got you worried. I think we're in for it now. Hmm? In for what? A tough race. Bill and his Rangers have been embarrassed publicly. And they'll win this race if it kills them. How you feeling now, Stumpy? Kinda cool off a bit. Boy, I should've thought you were gonna clean up the place. Well, hey, hey, I apologize, fellas. I really shouldn't let that heckler get me excited that way. No, you gotta ride when that heckler accuses us of dishonesty and poor sportsmanship. Bill? Yeah, pal? I've been thinking. We've just got to win that race, so as to make those smart alecs eat their words. You know, I've been thinking the same thing, Henry. It's up to us to defend our championship with every last ounce of energy that we've got. And you fellas can get set for a tough battle, I believe me. Those cold brothers are tough bobsledders. Just feel this, sled runner, will ya? Why, it's as smooth as a... Well, as a... What's the matter, young fella? Can't you find any words? Yeah, sort of, Stumpy. What word would you use to describe smoother than smooth? Well, I ain't at no dictionary, you know? That's a tough question, Henry. Yeah, what word could we use to describe smoother than smooth? Can you tell me? I don't know. Why, this sled runner is smoother than a... Why don't you put it this way, Henry? That runner is slicker than a banana peel in a grease pit. Oh, come on. Let's find out how smooth those runners are. We'll take the sled out and make a couple of trial runs down the straightaway in Shady Valley. We'll clock ourselves with this stopwatch to see what speed we've picked up. Henry, have you got this stopwatch ready? All set. Don't make any sudden turns because I'm not able to hold on too good while working this watch with one hand. No, hold, John, Henry. Fine. Say when, Bill. I'll start the watch. Pompey, give us a push out of the straightaway and jump on quick. Should I start the watch now? Soon as Bill tells you. Hold on! Now, Bill. Start your watch when we pass the marker, Henry. You should have pretty good speed up by that time. Now! Speed! They will break our own record. Bill's not able to talk now. Wind's too strong in his face. You better not talk either. Stop the watch, Henry. I'm thrilled to zip along in a mile a minute. Sure does something to you. Yep, it sure does, Henry. I've got ten more gray hairs. What's the news, Bill? Just a minute, fellas. I'll have it all figured out here. We must have broken our record. I just know it. Yep, you're right. We broke our own speed record. That is good news. How fast do we go? Sixty-eight miles an hour even. We don't know. Maybe we'll lose yet, if ever. Maybe. Why, sure we will. While they're sledded, it's best to only went four tenths of a mile an hour faster than ours. And we're used to this bobsled course. We ought to be able to beat them easy. Sure, that is good news. Bill, you were smiling for the first time since the Cold Brothers came to town. Yes, Tom. Because now I'm confident that we can beat them. So, what's our speed? I'll get my pencil and paper out. Come on, Phil. You can figure faster than that. Keep your shirt on, Ned. You want this to be accurate or don't you? Sure, but... Mac, Les, will you get your big faces out of my light? Okay. Leave the genius alone, boys. He's hard at work. Well, I want to know just as bad as you do, but it takes a few minutes. There we are. Look at this, will you? What? 70 miles an hour. Right on the button. Boy, will we beat those ranges to a standstill. We've got better than a four mile an hour advantage on them. Guess what I heard. Listen, good news, either. I guess it isn't, whether look on your face. What's up, pal? I just heard that the Cold Brothers made a clocked run and they broke their own speed record. No. Well, who told you this? Well, nobody in particular. Everybody knows it about town. They also know something else. Yeah? They know that we broke our speed record, too, on our timing run. Well, how'd they find that out? We haven't told a soul. Unless... Unless what? Unless somebody was watching us. When we figured our time, they could tell we broke our own record by the commotion we made. Yeah. I'll bet that's how they did it. What are we going to do now? Don't get stumpy in time. We've got to work more on that sled if we're going to win the championship. So, the rumors say that the ranges beat their own time record on that test run. Yes. That rumor has it that we beat ours, too. Somebody must be watching us. What are we going to do? Maybe make another test run and see if we can pick up more speed? I think we should. In fact, let's make three runs in the morning and take an average. That's a terrific idea. But let's try to keep it secret. Let's do it about noon time. There will be so many people around then. Right. We'll get to the course just around noon and, well, you know something? What? I'm even hoping that we can break our 70-mile-an-hour speed. Come on, Henry. Get out of the sack. Sure. I'm half-dressed already. Is the moon out? Good and bright? It does like a searchlight. Hurry up now. We'll pick up Stumpy and Tom and then out to the Bob's led course we go. That old Stumpy is waiting. In with you, Stump. Good night, fellas. See, Tom has his eyes open even. Are you all set, Tom? I couldn't sleep at all. Two keyed-ups if we beat our new record. On the entire course from top to bottom, see just how fast this sled can really go. What's the news, Bill? Come on. Make it faster with the pencil, will ya? I'm trying, pal. We'll have our speed here in a minute. We're going so fast it's hard to tell if we broke our new speed record or not. It'll be mighty close, honey. Mighty close. You got it? We did break all our records, fellas. What was it? 71 and a half miles an hour. Oh, man. Boy. Why, now I know we'll win the race, huh, Bill? Yeah, pal. I think we will. I doubt that the cold brothers can top this speed. This is your early bird edition of the news Dan Fitzgibbons reporting. The big event of the day here in Naughty Pine is the championship Bob's led races. There are 24 sleds entered in the meet in their various classes according to the speeds of the sleds. While all 12 of the races are important, the event is highlighted by the top contenders for the title and the trophy. This reporter has it from a good source that the title race between the champions, our own Rangers, and the challengers, the cold brothers, is going to be a toughie. We're told that both teams are in top condition and they've been grooming their sleds for better than a mile a minute speeds. If you want to see championship Bob's leading in a real battle for the title, come out this afternoon to the course. Both the Rangers and the cold brothers are undefeated. The big question of the moment is, who will win? Well, as long as we're ready, let's all go out to the course once the other class runs. I think it'll do us good. Take some of the pressure off. Yeah, and now, maybe I'll relax a little until we take off. Yeah, it's a good idea. Let's get in the truck and go. Yeah. Henry, you want to drive? Sure. All aboard. Be careful now. The sled sticks off the back of the truck about two feet. There's not enough time to fix the sled now, Bill. Yeah, looks that way, Tom. Steering gear bent, front runners all twisted up pretty bad. Take a week to fix it. It's too bad Henry stepped on the accelerator instead of the brake. Well, he's been under tension and just got excited. That's all. Well, it's more our fault than his, if you ask me. If we hadn't hollered at him, he might have been all right. Yeah, I guess you're right. Where's Henry now? I don't know. There he goes around the corner of the office. Henry, Henry, wait! I'll go after him. You fellas take the sled off the truck and kind of patch the garage up the best way you can for now. Come on now, pal. Buck up. I wish I were dead. What a knucklehead I turned out to be. I'll beat my ears off will you, Bill? I'm sure what I deserve. Why did I ever do that? Look, I should beat you because you make a mistake? No, pal. Then we'd all have to be beaten because we all make mistakes. Now look, Henry. Start acting like a man and not like a whipped puppy. Besides, this is just as much our fault as it is yours. Huh? I don't understand. I'm the guy that put that truck in reverse and stepped on a gas instead of the brake. It was I wrecked the sled, not you. But if we hadn't yelled at you, this might not have happened. Bill, you're a wonderful guy. You mean you're not sore at me? Sure. Of course not. Like I said, we all make mistakes. This time, we made one together. That's all. What about Tom? Stumpy? Oh, they feel the same way that I do. But what the title? A championship? What about that? Well, if we don't win it this year, we'll win it next year. Anyway, Henry, I have an idea that may save the day for us. Who knows? I want you to come with me. And we'll send Stumpy and Tom out to the runway to see if they can get the officials to hold off for just a little while. If we move fast, we've got about two hours. That's our story, Mr. Snyder. You boys are in a spot. And I can't help you out as one Bob sled champion to another. You mean you've still got your sled, Mr. Snyder? Got it. Well, look, Henry, I take care of it like a baby. That sled got me the championship 10 times in a row. And there hasn't been a day in 15 years that it hasn't been ready to go. Belle, did you hear that? Or am I dreaming? Mr. Snyder, if you'll let us borrow your sled, we'll take care of it just like you have. You will, huh? That's a promise on my word of honor. All right, you can take the sled. There's nobody I'd rather lend it to than you. Maybe it'll win another championship. These runners are smoother than glass. Yep, I've kept them polished all these years. May I ask what the top speed of the sled is, Mr. Snyder? Yes, sir, you can. The last official test showed she did 71.5 miles an hour. That means that we've still got a chance. A chance? That means we've still got the championship, pal. Thanks, Mr. Snyder. Well, I got the sled on the truck and head for the meat. Well, it's about time. You fellas got here. The judges are getting the flippity gibbets waiting for us to start. We got a sled, Stumpy. You did? Well, praise the Lord. Good one. Stumpy, this sled won the Bobsled Championship for 10 straight years. And it's an A1 condition. Oh, good, good. So you see what we've got to live up to. Okay, fellas, let's lift the sled off and get on the starting line and watch those runners. They've got to win this race. Hairpin turns. You want to stay alive? Yes, sir. No! Boys, with all your might, Stumpy! Folks, we're standing here on the straight way toward the end of the course. There's the flag from the first curve. The Rangers are in the lead and now they head into the hairpin turns. There's another flag. There's a yellow flag. I can see through my field glasses. The Cold Brothers came out of the first hairpin turn in the lead. And there's the green flag. The Rangers took the lead into the next curve. Now there's two flags in the short straightaway. Both teams are still neck and neck. Oh, this is going to be a toughie. Wait till they hit the straight run down the valley. Then you'll see some real championship speed. Swing your way then on this last curve. I'm taking the top. The Rangers shot out of that last turn like a bullet. The Rangers took the top of the curve to gain extra downward drive for the straightaway. The Cold Brothers are right behind them and moving over for a pass. Here they come to the finish line. The Cold Brothers are only behind by a sled length. They can't seem to make it up. The Rangers win! The Rangers... Bill, let me congratulate you. That was the neatest maneuver I've ever seen during the top of that last turn. I'm sure it lifted you just high enough to give you the extra speed you needed for that straightaway. Thanks, Bill. The boys gave us a tough race. They certainly thought we'd lost there for a while. That was real championship bobsledding, Bill. I'm glad you won. Huh? Why do you say that, Ned? Well, because of the accident you had. Your quick thinking saved the title for you. Well, that's sporting of you to say so, Ned. Not really. We didn't want to win by a forfeit, Bill. That's not championship sledding. That's a real tribute to your sense of sportsmanship, Cold Brothers. You're a great team. Perhaps we can race again next year. Who knows? See you next week for more adventure with...