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[theme song]

♪ Whenever there's a crime or trouble ♪

♪ That no one can solve at all it seems ♪

♪ That's when they come and 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 ♪

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♪ Mysteries ♪♪

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Hold it.

'"No food, no drink, no way!"'

Inventive, huh?

E-e-ew..

[bawling] Mwah, mwah..

Sorry, pussycat. Gotta leave that contraband with me.

[chomping] Mm..

clang

Well, there's no point debatin' thatguy.

(female #1) 'You are now standing'

'in the Lincoln Rumpus Room.'

[chuckles] Isn't it thrilling?

This is where President Lincoln actually used to rumpus.

Whee! Oh-ho ho ho!

Whatever that is.

Come on, boys. Next stop is the Lincoln Kitchen.

thud thud

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I read they actually have

Mr. Lincoln's salad shooter on display!

Oh, how fascinating!

[panting]

Starving. Must have food.

[panting]

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(Sylvester) 'Ah..'

S-sustenance.

(Tweety) 'Look, Hector, Pwesident Wincoln'

not only saved everything he ever wote on

he also wore cast-aluminum work boots.

Got ya!

Oh?

Whoa! Ah!

crash

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[groaning]

You know, Hector, I think it's time

we taught puddy's over-active taste buds a wesson.

Uh, yeah..

[lips smacking]

Mm, delicious bird.

[lips smacking]

Delicious bird?

Hey! I finally ate that darn canary.

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[imitating Granny] Are you hungry, Sylvester?

[chuckles]

Why, no, Granny.

I just scarfed down Tweety

and can't touch another bite.

[laughs]

Mm..

I wonder where old Abe

kept the dental floss-s-s.

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(Sylvester) Hm. Looks like hand-carved birch.

Yeah, and I'll bet George Washington's toothpicks

were made out of porcelain.

[lips smacking]

(Tweety) 'Ahem..'

Sylvester, you bad old puddytat.

What have you done with Tweety Bird?

Uh, um, uh, ooh..

[giggling]

A-a-ah!

Uh, uh, uh..

[screams]

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Gee, puddy acted wike he saw a bearded ghost.

[laughs]

[screams]

A-a-ah!

Gracious! What's the matter?

Abe Lincoln's toothpick is missing!

Alert the Illinois Bureau Of Floss And Toothpicks!

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What's this?

[gasps] Sylvester's paw prints!

Oh, my!

Someone stole President Lincoln's toothpick

and took Sylvester hostage!

Oops. Gwanny made a wushed judgment.

[sirens blaring]

(Sylvester) Illinois Bureau Of Floss And Toothpicks?'

Sheesh! Old Abe must have dialed 9-1-1.

[siren blaring]

vroom

[panting]

Who knew consuming that canary..

[panting] ...could cause so much commotion?

[panting]

Phew! Lost 'em.

Ever get the feelin' you was bein' watched?

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A-a-ah!

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[panting]

whirr whirr whirr

No-o-o-o!

screech

A-a-ah!

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[sighs] Phew.

whirr whirr whirr

Welcome to Abe's Auto World.

How about a free lube job?

[laughing]

Come on.

[whimpering]

[mumbling]

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(Tweety) Bad old puddytat.

Bad old puddytat.

Bad old puddytat!

Give yourself up.

Give yourself up!

A-a-ah!

thud

Huh? Ah, argh!

I thought I taw a puddytat.

A-a-ah!

[gasps]

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Ah!

Huh? Hm!

[mumbling]

squeak squeak squeak

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Huh? Who took my toothpick?

A-a-ah!

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[panting]

Huh?

[screams]

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[screaming]

[gasps]

What a humiliating

state of affairs.

Picture, Mr. President?

click

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pop

squeak squeak squeak

A-a-a-ah!

splash

Why?

[sobbing] Why did I have to go

and eat Tweety?

Why? Why? Why?

[sobbing]

Why? Oh, stupid Sylvester!

[grunts]

[sobbing]

I'm s-sorry!

[screams]

[gasps] Huh?

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hoot

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Ee-e-e-eh..

Ah-ah-ah! A-a-ah!

Sheesh, what a nightmare.

I should get stunt pay.

That does it. I'm givin' myself up.

[screaming]

rip

[meowing]

[whimpering]

Sylvester, I don't know what your problem is

but I am happy to announce

we've just recovered Abe Lincoln's toothpick.

(woman on radio) 'We got a 4-0-7-3-6-5'

'in the hog butcher of the world.'

Alright, listen up, people.

'Carl Sandburg's dental floss is missing in Chicago.'

Let's roll!

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(all) Hut, hut, hut, hut, hut

hut, hut, hut, hut, hut!

[sirens blaring]

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[laughs] Well, we better get along, too.

Sears just can't wait to paint this house again.

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[groans]

Tweety, you're alive!

[kissing]

slurp

Mm..

[lips smacking]

splat

[laughing]

Next time we'll visit Fwench Wick, Indiana.

Home of Warry Bird.

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