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[theme song]

♪ Whenever there's a crime or trouble ♪

♪ That no one can solve that all it seems ♪

♪ That's when they come in on the double ♪

♪ Sylvester and Tweety Mysteries ♪

♪ It might be day or night whenever ♪

♪ Conditions are right for them to flee ♪

♪ Somehow it all still fits together ♪

♪ Sylvester and Tweety Mysteries ♪

♪ If there's a full moon ♪

♪ An old house with rotten stairs ♪

♪ Just wook around you ♪

♪ Chances are we'll be there ♪

♪ Someday I'll eat that darn canary ♪

♪ And then I'll be happy yes siree ♪

♪ But Hector thinks you should be wary ♪

♪ Sylvester and Tweety Mysteries ♪

♪ The chase goes on with each new mission ♪

♪ With backdrops aplenty globally ♪

♪ And through it all they're in contention ♪

♪ Sylvester and Tweety ♪

♪ Mysteries ♪♪

[instrumental music]

[thunder rumbling]

[instrumental music]

vroom

The rain in London falls mainly on my noggin.

This is where we're supposed to meet the tour bus, boys.

What kinda tour would go out on a night like this?

[thunder rumbling]

"Tragical m-mystery tour?"

[gulps]

Boo.

[screams]

Welcome to our tour of haunted London.

Did he say h-h-haunted?

[growls]

Whoa-ho-ho!

thud

[groaning]

I guess the cat's out of the bag.

[shivering]

Hello, I'm Nigel your tour guide.

[screams]

I must warn you that if you're faint of heart

you might want to leave the bus now.

Well, this is my stop. Boof!

Oh, is the poor puddy yewwow?

Does this answer your question?

[engine revving]

[dramatic music]

Now, if you'll look off to the left

you'll see one of the spots made infamous

by the Shropshire Slasher.

'The Slasher worked only at night.'

'Out of the thick London fog he would emerge'

'and strike!'

Oh, that scoundrel.

Quite. Then back into the night he retreated.

No witnesses, no clues, no kidding.

Now, who's hungry? Good, good, good.

Next stop is the Shropshire Slasher's favorite pub.

The hid-ing place.

[teeth chattering]

Eww! Puddy's gonna ruin his dinner.

[dramatic music]

whoosh

[laughing]

I've done it. I've done it.

I, Dr. Henry Jekyll

have stumbled on to a liquid refreshment

sure to have all of London clamoring at my door.

ding ding

Ah, customers.

[dramatic music]

Oh, I can't wait to try some steak and kidney pie.

Make mine a steak and Tweety Pie.

I'll have--

My sarsaparilla prune juice special?

A root beer banana surprise, topped with hot mayonnaise?

- Ah, water. - Water?

Oh, no one ever wants one of my fancy concoctions.

Uh-oh.

[meows]

[instrumental music]

[screams]

thud

clink

[groans]

Say, that felt funny.

Now, where do you suppo..

Whoa! Whoa!

Whoa!

[growling]

What a stupid spot to put a wall.

Now, where's that little, yellow pipsqueak?

[instrumental music]

Ah-ha! Now I got ya, you, you, you..

Bad, wittle puddy tat.

Ca-ca-capacious ca-canary m-m-mons-monster.

[slurps]

[stuttering]

Mon, mon, ma-mama.

Mo-mo, ma-ma, mon-mon-monster.

G-g-gotta hide.

(Sylvester) Whoop!

Oh, this book about the Shropshire Slasher

is fascinating.

(Nigel) 'Handsome devil, wasn't he?'

The Slasher? Oh, well, I..

The Slasher was the talk of the town in his day.

Everyone was after him.

The bobbies and the ladies.

Whatever happened to him?

No one knows.

It's one of London's biggest mysteries.

That and the royal family.

[snoring]

Don't let him get me! He's a killer!

[Sylvester screaming]

[grunting]

[growling]

[screaming]

[mumbling]

[gasps]

[screaming]

bash

[screaming]

[instrumental music]

[screaming]

That puddy will never find me in here.

thud

No use hidin' from me, you little squirt.

[growling]

[mumbling]

clink

Look at me. I'm a steel-plated pussy cat.

[instrumental music]

Can't get me in here, you hideous, yellow beast.

[growling]

I'm as secure as the crown jewels.

[laughs]

thud

Someone better check on those crown jewels.

[screaming]

Oh-ho-ho-ho.

[laughing]

Help! He's back! He's the killer.

[screams]

bam

[groans]

[screaming]

Gotcha.

Better down you quick

before that big goon shows up again.

thud

[screaming]

bash bash bash

crash crash crash

This is my happening, and it freaks me out.

Help! Get off me!

[screaming]

[screams]

Alright, ladies and gents.

Time to get back on the coach.

[screaming]

[shivering]

[groans]

Nigel, you're the Shropshire Slasher?

Yes. Yes, I am.

I had this city under my spell, well, that was many years ago.

Oh, get over yourself.

You went around London, slashing prices

in grocery stores and dress shops.

No one lived in fear of you.

Well, I suppose it's true.

A felt marker, was me only weapon.

Oh, there, there, now.

Here. Have some steak and kidney pie.

[crying]

I'm ready for you this time, pipsqueak.

bang

[barking]

[screaming]

Oh, well.

I guess puddy and Hector are gonna do

their own tour of London.

[laughing]

[theme music]