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[instrumental music]

[theme music]

♪ 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 awound you ♪

♪ Chances are we'll be there ♪

♪ Someday I'll eat that darn canary ♪

♪ And then I'll be happy yessiree ♪

♪ 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 ♪

[dramatic music]

(Sylvester) Our trip to Romania had been a success

till granny decided to take a shortcut

through Transylvania.

[engine knocking]

Dear me, we're out of gas

and no filling station in sight.

I'm concerned with filling you-know-what

with you-know-who.

[whimpering]

(Granny) 'We're in luck.'

There's a delightfully quaint building

right up the road.

'Let's knock and see if anyone's at home.'

[gasping]

Oh, bwudder! I heard of a scaredy-cat.

But not a scaredy-dog, too.

[teeth chattering]

[Sylvester whimpering]

Sheesh!

The only thing missing is..

[thunder crashing]

A storm!

Ah, for heaven's sake

I hope they held the garlic this time.

There's been a mistake.

Uh, we're not here to deliver pizza.

We ran out of gas.

I see.

Allow me to introduce myself.

I am Count Blood Count

master of this house.

And this is my manservant Schmenfield

'living proof that good help is hard to find.'

[spits] Yuck! A raisin!

I have no petrol on the premises

but you are welcome to spend the night.

Unless, of course, you would rather leave.

(Granny) 'Why, thank you, Count.

'We'd love to spend the night in your charming castle.'

'I hope I'm not getting personal, Count'

but you look a bit peaked.

Actually, I am a little under the weather.

How could you tell?

Well, if I couldn't spot a tired Transylvanian when I see one

I'd hardly be the world's greatest detective

now, would I?

World's greatest detective?

Why, perhaps you could find the criminals

what carted off my coffin.

Coffin?

It's my one place of solitude.

Well, eh, don't you worry, Count.

We'll get to the bottom of this coffin-napping caper

won't we, boys?

[whimpering]

Excellent.

Schmenfield will attend to your needs.

But first..

Mmm! Mmm!

[giggling]

oh, my. How continental.

Alas, for you two creatures of the night..

[gulping]

...I will see you later.

[gasp]

Well, I've heard of grave robbers

but not coffin robbers.

Maybe the old guy didn't make the payments

and it got repossessed.

We'll look for clues in the morning.

Uh, sweet dreams, Tweety.

[thunder crashing]

This is one time I'm glad to be sleeping behind bars.

[thunder]

Let's see that old ghoul get through this

without waking us up.

[knock on door]

waah-hah-hah-hah

[teeth chattering]

[thunder crashing]

W-w-w-wake me when it's over.

[whimpering]

Mm?

[chomps] Mm! Fleas!

Oh, uh, if there's anything you guys need, just ask.

Good night. Don't let the bedbugs bite.

Mmm! Bedbugs.

[thunder crashing]

[moaning]

Oh, I'll never sleep with all this racket.

Might as well look for clues.

[snoring]

Hmph! I'll never sleep with all this racket.

Might as well look for canary.

Hmm?

Sufferin' succotash!

[snoring]

Well, well, I thought

I heard a midnight snack calling my name.

[snoring]

[gasps] Uh-oh.

I hope this is just one of those scawy dweams.

(Sylvester) Correction, short stuff.

My dream, and your nightmare.

Say your little birdie prayers.

[evil snicker]

[chuckles]

Yeow!

[slam]

slam slam slam slam

[Sylvester screaming]

Let me at this stupid thing.

Hey! What's the big i..

Aah!

[Sylvester groaning]

(Sylvester) 'Hey. Where's the door to this joint?'

'Ah. Ah! Feels like a light switch.'

Aah!

- Grr! - Wait, wait, wait!

This place is sloppin' over with secret nooks.

You should have seen the tiny little cranny I was just in.

Sheesh, talk about stuffy.

For once, puddy might have actually

stumbled onto something.

My, my. Such nasty post cards from the locals.

'Why, any of them could be a suspect.'

Dear me, this missing coffin case

won't be so open-and-shut after all.

[chuckles] I crack myself up.

Ohhh!

Oh!

[snoring]

[gasps] Now this is gettin' wepetitive.

Wha.. Hey!

Oh, no, you don't.

I'm wise to that little maneuver.

Gotcha!

- Oof! - 'Nobody move!'

Now, there's a moot point.

Can't a man fly around his own home

in the middle of the night?

We found the missing coffin, Count.

It was on these very premises the whole time.

[gasping]

In your hidden wine cellar.

But I don't have a wine cellar.

After all, I never drink..

...wine.

Aw, skip it.

But who could have broken into my castle

and committed this crime without my seeing it?

The person closest to you

your manservant, Schmenfield.

- Huh! - Look!

An exterminator's bill.

'Your "trusted" assistant wanted to fix you'

'for having the castle sprayed'

'thereby depriving him of the one thing he loves most..'

'Creepy, crawly, tasty little bugs!'

It's true! It's true!

But I never meant any harm.

It's alright, Schmenfield.

I forgive you.

Where else will I get help that works for bugs?

My! Isn't that touching, Tweety?

Eh.

My coffin!

At last I can sleep without pain.

(Sylvester) 'Oof!'

Well, that makes one of us.

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