Original subtitles

[instrumental music]

[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 look around you ♪

♪ Chances are we'll be there ♪

♪ Someday I'll eat that darn canary ♪

♪ And then I'll be happy yes sir-ee ♪

♪ 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 ♪♪

(Granny) 'I can't believe we're actually here in New York'

to see "The Rosie O'Donnell Show."

Oh, what a treat.

- Speakin' of treats. - Help!

Grrr!

Uhh!

Oh, I'm so excited about seeing Rosie.

She's so nice.

[Sylvester meowing]

which is more than I can say for you boys.

Now, stop it, you two! I don't want you to fight!

One day before the Stacys' Thanksgiving Day Parade

and the Squeegee the Clown balloon gets stolen.

It's just terrible, someone stealing a giant balloon.

What would they do with it?

I, I suppose they could cut it up

and make a nice line of raincoats or something.

We have to find that balloon, Louis.

The parade is for our customers.

(together) The customer always comes first.

We need help. I mean, who could we get, you know, like to..

...like to help us?

(male #1) 'Get me that Granny!'

Ooh-ha-ha-ha-ha!

And this morning, when we checked

our float storage warehouse

the Squeegee the Clown balloon was missing.

What you're saying is that

the balloon disappeared into thin air.

Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!

That Granny, what a joker.

I tot I taw a puddy tat.

I did! I did taw a puddy tat!

Granny, you must find it.

What's a Stacys' Thanksgiving Parade

without the Squeegee the Clown balloon?

Now, now, Mr. Stacy, don't worry.

'We'll get that balloon back.

'But we must remain calm.'

[pop]

Huh?

Stacy, I'll have your head!

How could you let my balloon

fall into the hands of some criminal element?

But, Squeegee..

Mr. Clown, I'm Granny

here to help track down your hot air balloon.

Oh, hot air balloon. Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha.

Well, now, don't worry, Squeegee.

We'll find your balloon in time for tomorrow's parade.

You'd better, toots!

Or Stacy hears from my attorney!

[honk]

Oh, my! I guess he's laughing on the inside.

Ha-ha.

Uh, pardon me. Could you tell me

where to find the down escalator?

Oh, honey, you came to the right place.

Our total Turkey Day make over special is today

and from what I can see, you got here just in time.

Yes, but I-I..

Now, now, don't speak. You'll crack your mask.

I'll wait for Granny right here on this counter.

Hmm, time for a counter attack.

(Tweety) Uh-oh!

Uhh!

[instrumental music]

Gotcha!

Yeow!

Brrr! Do you notice a breeze?

Uhh! Aah!

[giggles]

I never knew puddy was anti-fur.

Ooh, model homes.

[grunting]

Too small.

Hmm, too big.

P.U.! Too smelly.

Mmm! Just right.

Grrr!

[smack]

Uhh.

Now, where'd that little guy go?

Aha! You can fly, but you can't hide.

Uh-oh! I hope puddy plans to use that bed for a tat nap.

Going up!

Ooh!

Ooh! Hee-hee.

[smack]

Yeow!

Ooh, I think puddy got the point.

[both laughing]

[Sylvester crying]

Ah, the poor baby has lost his mama.

[crying]

Ooh! Ha-ha-ha!

Birdie!

Ohh.

[babbling]

Birdie!

Birdie!

Uhh! Unh!

Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow!

Bad old baby tat.

Now, where can Granny be?

[whirring]

(Sylvester) 'Excuse me, madame.'

Try our new eau de poodle.

[coughing]

Honey, you look like a pit bull with lipstick.

Have I got a make over for you.

[instrumental music]

screech

Everything tastes so much better when it's cooked outdoors.

Oh, hello, little scout.

Would you like a marshmallow?

[groans]

Mmm-mmm! A Tweety s'more.

You never read chapter 5 of the Scout's Handbook.

See you later, alligator!

[grunting]

Ohh!

(Tweety) Ooh, you wook wike J. Edgar Hoover.

[ding]

Ah, a customer.

Allow me to assist you, madame.

[ding]

Grrr!

Uhh! Ha-ha-ha-ha!

Yaaa!

- Hmm. Ha-ha-ha-ha. - Whoa, there, little friend.

You want camping gear down in sporting goods.

Ah, another satisfied customer.

[clamoring]

Now! Now! Yes, yes, I understand.

This make over's got me looking like a new woman.

Uh, don't you think so?

So help me, I'll sue, do you hear me?! S-e-w!

(Stacy) 'You can't sue me! You don't even know how to spell sue.'

'It's not s-e-w. It's s-u-e.'

Oh, my! I believe I've found your missing clown balloon.

- Huh? - Huh?

Not up there, down there.

(Stacy) 'Why, Louis, that's our rubberware.'

We ran out of our retrofitted rubber.

I had to use the Squeegee the Clown balloon

to make umbrellas and raincoats.

The customer always comes first.

[indistinct chatter]

I'm squeegee, Benny! Squeegee the man!

What kind of a sham operation are you running here?

My lawyer will take you to the cleaners!

I'll cut you in for half the profits

and rename our rubberware squeegeeware.

Put 'er there, pal!

You're all invited to a Thanksgiving dinner tomorrow

in my executive dining room.

Here we are, everybody. Happy Thanksgiving.

(Tweety) 'Look!'

It's another squeegee balloon.

[all exclaiming]

(Granny) 'Where did it come from?'

The French Lick Indiana Mardi Gras parade lent it to me.

Ha-ha! I called in a favor from Larry Bird.

Someone stick a fork in that turkey.

I tink he's done.

[theme music]