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 siree ♪

♪ But Hector thinks you should be weary ♪

♪ Sylvester and Tweety Mysteries ♪

♪ The chase goes on with each new mission ♪

♪ With backdrops a-plenty globally ♪

♪ And through it all they're in contention ♪

♪ Sylvester and Tweety ♪

♪ Mysteries ♪♪

[instrumental music]

[coughing]

Settle down, boys. It should be right up ahead.

[engine revving]

Oh, here it is!

"Idaho County Fair."

I've got a killer pie recipe

that's a cinch to win their cook-off.

vroom

[indistinct chatter]

[grunting]

[indistinct chatter]

Step right up and guess your baby's weight.

[indistinct chatter]

[bawling]

(Granny) 'My, there's so much to see at the fair.'

Fair-shmair.

Nothin' but a bunch of pigs and mangy cows.

[indistinct chatter]

[instrumental music]

Huh? Smorgasbord?

Here I come.

screech

[chickens clucking]

Superb. Yum, yum.

[clucking]

Well, well.

Got us a weasel in the hen hackers.

[chickens clucking]

And stay out!

thud

[gasps]

Puppets. Say, that gives me an idea.

[instrumental music]

[imitates rooster crowing]

[clucking]

[laughs]

Come to papa.

[gasps] Hmm! Hm? Hm? Oh!

This that rare hen?

Yep.

[shuddering]

[gasps]

What do I have for this rare angora brooding hen?

Give me five, give me five do I have five, five?

Going for five? Six. Who'll be at seven?

We have seven. Going once.

Going twice, and..

'...sold to hairy-face gentleman in the aisle.'

[gasps]

[screams]

[Sylvester screaming]

[Sylvester groaning]

Just call me chicken-fingers.

[groans]

[indistinct chatter]

Betsy Cracker will win again.

Mark my words.

What's her secret?

It's a mystery.

[gasping] Land of Goshen!

There's Betsy Cracker now.

[indistinct chatter]

Hmm..

Huh?

Hey!

There's something dubious in this kitchen.

Well, if you want to bake a pie

you've got to crack a few eggs.

And I smell a big fat rotten one.

[clattering]

(male 1) We have a winner.

[children cheering]

[smooching]

[instrumental music]

[snoring]

I should let sleepin' mutts lie

but this is one temptation

I can't refuse.

[grunting]

[barking]

[bleating]

Huh?

Yipes!

[screams]

[grunts]

[screaming]

[blubbering]

ding

ding ding ding

(Hector) 'Hoo! Haa!'

ding ding ding

[Hector groaning]

beep beep beep

beep beep beep

fizz fizz fizz

[Hector screams]

[grunts]

Huh?

[chuckling]

[both laughing]

[grunts]

[groans]

[instrumental music]

[humming]

[whirring]

[whooshing]

Oh, my!

World class competition.

Ack.. Ptooey!

(male 2) 'Ladies, string your apron.'

On your mark, get set..

...bake!

Now, I'll hold the fort here, Tweety.

You keep your eyes open.

[instrumental music]

Ooh!

[groaning]

[music continues]

clink clink clink

[screams]

Oh!

splat

puff

Ugh!

[groans]

[gasps]

splash

[Betsy screams]

Your parrot was in my pie.

He's no parrot, he's a canary.

- Oh! - Whatever.

If you can't win a contest fair and square

maybe you shouldn't enter.

Well, I'd never. Goodness, Tweety.

You look like you've been dyed and gone to heaven.

[gasps]

Aha!

[indistinct chatter]

[screams]

[muffled grunting]

[grunting]

Sylvester, you really take the prize.

(male 2) 'Your attention, please.'

We have a winner.

[indistinct chatter]

Ohh!

[gasps] What?

This isn't my recipe.

Why, these are regular berries.

What do you mean "Regular berries?"

That's the only kind the rules allow.

Oh, what I meant was, uh, uh..

I think this is what you meant.

I switched your little secret ingredient

with regular berries.

Mrs. Smitty's berry pie filing?

Disqualified.

[audience cheering]

But how did you know?

[chuckles] A little birdie told me.

Just call me curious purple.

Third place. Not too shabby.

I just hope these pickled hog feet don't give me heart burn.

Wonder what ever became of Betsy Cracker.

[gasps] Oh! Oh! Aah!

Thwack! Menthol shave cream filling.

Yuck!

You could say she got her just dessert.

[theme music]