Original subtitles

[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 ♪

♪ Mysteries ♪♪

[instrumental music]

(Sylvester) I'm en route to Anchorage, Alaska

for the Iditarod Sled Dog Race.

Granny's car ran into a trouble spot.

Oh, dear, it's so hard to see through this icy windshield.

[gasping]

[dramatic music]

[gasps]

[screaming]

(male 1) I cannot race without a lead sled dog.

It is impossible, I tell you.

I have lost my favorite sled dog, Rex

and I do not know where to find him.

[crying]

Looks like we came for a race and stumbled onto a case.

[chuckles] I made a rhyme.

Alas! I cannot race without Rex.

He was my lucky dog.

[scoffs] If he's so lucky, how come he got mutt-napped?

Probably it's my Swedish rival, Sven Golly.

He hates me just because I defeated him

in 26 consecutive races and made a pile in endorsements.

Sven Golly, eh?

Well, we can't charge him with no proof.

You'll just have to get another dog for the race tomorrow.

No! I am never going to do it without my Rexon.

Well, don't you worry, Jean Claude

I will enter the race in your place

and get to the bottom of this dog-napping.

But you cannot race without a lead dog.

Ooh, I have the perfect replacement in mind.

[dogs barking]

A new entry, eh?

Well, the result will be the same.

An American never wins a dog race with a Swede.

Well, we'll see about that, Sven Golly.

Ha ha ha.

grr

[Sylvester grunts]

Sorry, Sylvester, but I can't carry your extra weight.

'Now you be a good kitty and wait behind.'

poof

pop

[dogs barking]

(Granny) 'We've reached the first checkpoint'

and there are no other racers in sight.

Oh, we've opened up quite a lead, Tweety.

I wonder if this would be a good time

to stop and give the dogs a rest.

[barking]

'Hector, are you ready for a rest stop, boy?'

Whoa! Take five, fellas.

[grunting]

Hmm, are these the prints of that kidnapped pooch?

They seem more like fishy twacks to me.

Leave me behind, will they?

Well, Granny may win the race

but I'm making off with a trophy of my own.

A tasty little yellow one.

[evil laughter]

chomp chomp chomp

(Tweety) 'Must be a mobile home.'

Huh?

grr

Yeow!

[echoing] 'Yeow!'

[rumbling]

[echoing] 'Yeow!'

Gracious, what was that horrible wail?

Ooh, I don't like the sound of that.

Puddy must have rweally done it this time.

Ah, what are you whining about, Chicken Little?

There's nothing to..

[rumbling]

Good heavens! An avalanche!

[intense music]

[rumbling]

[intense music]

It's an avalanche!

Take cover!

Ooh!

[screams]

pop pop

Sylvester, I thought I told you to wait back at the lodge.

Bad kitty!

Uh, no time for lectures now.

We'll camp here for the night

and get back in the race first thing in the morning.

[instrumental music]

[yawns]

Rise and shine, team.

We've got a race to finish.

[grunting]

Dear me, you don't look like your old self, Hector.

Let me feel your nose.

My, warm and dry as last week's bread pudding.

[Sylvester snoring]

'Sylvester, of course.'

Oh, I'm sorry, kitty, but if we have the slightest

chance of winning, we need your help.

'Now, mush.'

Mnh mnh mnh.

Well, alright, but we're out of food

and nobody eats till we get to Nome.

[barking]

Say, that puddy tat is one fast doggy.

Hyah, hyah.

Hyah! Ha ha ha.

splash

[screams]

rattle

rattle rattle

Oh.

rattle

[gasps]

[gasps]

Yu-wow.

splash

[barking]

thwack thwack

Nobody behind us. It's a two-team race.

Mush. Mush.

Keep it up, Sylvester, we're almost there.

[panting]

thud

Whoever heard of a pussy cat running a dog race

it will be the old lady's undoing.

Uh-oh.

Hey, puddy tat

you can eat me if you can catch me.

slurp

[whistling]

bang

grr

[barking]

thwack

swoosh

Gotcha! Say your birdie prayers.

Uh-oh, puddy rose to the challenge.

bam

Whoa!

thud

thud

slurp

Rex!

[grunts]

I knew it was that swine Sven Golly.

Officers, arrest that man.

Hold it, officers, this Swede is not your man.

If you search that supply hut, you'll find the real Sven Golly.

[muffled grunting]

Ah-ha!

Madame Kibble. Jean Claude's wife.

[all gasp]

Sacre bleu. Isabelle, maiswhy?

You cared more for zefilthy dogs than for me.

[sobbing]

How did you know, Granny?

Well, when I checked Sven's food supply

I knew that a real Swede would never feed

his dogs vichyssoise.

'Take her away, officers.'

Goodness, that's very nice

but I'm afraid I'm going to have to award this to my team.

After all, I couldn't have done it without them.

Whoa! Oh-oh.

Who-o-o-a.

[gasps]

[grunts]

He he he.

grr

splash

Huh?

Ooh!

[nervous laughter]

grr

grr

[panting] Oh, chill out, fellas.

What's a crummy trophy?

[Sylvester chuckles nervously]

[barking]

(Sylvester) 'Oh! Oh, please!

[theme music]