D Dastardly

*In the year of 1968, Dick Dastardly was thinking of another scheme to foil the other racers of the Wacky Races, but the desert heat made it much more difficult to think clearly* Drat, drat, and double drat! I can't think of a new plan! All of my other ideas have failed, blast it all! *He twisted his handlebar mustache with a red gloved hand, his signature purple trenchcoat blowing faintly* Perhaps a large tripwire! Or an engine sabotage! No, wait, we tried that last week.