It's a cartoon come to life, with Bob Hope's one-liners not that far from Daffy Duck's similarly witty repartee. Hope also finds himself subjected to a variety of slapstick situations and even drinks a cocktail that makes his head spin around and steam come out of his ears. Although this is a sequel to Paleface and features some of the same cast (outlaw Jane Russell, for example), director (formerly writer) Frank Tashlin takes things one step beyond (or more than one step beyond) the earlier film by making it insane. Roy Rogers and Trigger are along for the ride and somehow (in between all of the singing cowboy stuff), they supply a good deal of comedy - particularly Trigger. Do not take it lightly when I suggest that this is funny (in a Looney Tunes way) because I am sure you can easily imagine how crap this formula could be (a funny horse and Bob Hope - yeah right!). Hope plays the son of his former character (Painless "Paleface" Potter) who has returned to the West to seek his inheritance. But who cares about plot when absurdity rules?