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[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 & Tweety Mysteries ♪

♪ It might be day or night whenever ♪

♪ Conditions are right for them to flee ♪

♪ Somehow it all still fits together ♪

♪ Sylvester & 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 sirree ♪

♪ But Hector thinks you should be wary ♪

♪ Sylvester & Tweety Mysteries ♪

♪ The chase goes on with each new mission ♪

♪ With backdrops aplenty globally ♪

♪ And through it all they're in contention ♪

♪ Sylvester & Tweety ♪

♪ Mysteries ♪

[instrumental music]

(Sylvester) The Galapagos islands, a cluster of charted

and uncharted land surrounded by water

home to some of the most exotic land and sea creatures

on earth.

Keep a sharp eye out, lads.

'There be whales in these waters.'

Hee-hee-hee-hee-hee.

Whales, shmales.

I'd rather catch some tasty tuna.

Sufferin' succotash!

Such a sizable sardine.

What's the matter, puddytat, fish not biting?

Yike!

Y-you do, and I-I-I'll give ya such a pinch!

(Sylvester) Aaah!

crash

So that's what they mean by rope-a-dope.

If I could only get that darn canary alone.

[yawning]

(Tweety) Ooh.

[chomping]

(Granny) 'Ohh, looky.'

There's a whole pod of humpbacks

breaching off the port bow.

Well, what do you know?

Look who's all alone.

[gasps]

My big chance, and I would be ten stories above him.

Well..

'I ama cat.'

Yaaaah!

Gotcha!

Excuse me, puddy, but can you swim?

Hmm..

- Yaaah! - Nope.

Ah! Help! Help! Oh, oh, oh! Aah..

[gurgling]

Ha-aaaah!

gulp

(Sylvester) Now there's an in-flight snack.

[groaning]

[groaning]

Where am I?

Where's the ship?

I'm stranded, stranded on a deserted island.

No lights, no cars, not a single luxury.

I'm all alone.

Except for that darn canary.

Wait a second.

We areall alone.

No Granny, no Hector

nobody to save that little yellow bird.

Hee!

[bellowing]

[Sylvester laughs nervously]

[groaning]

Tsk-tsk-tsk, now that's got to hurt.

There's gotta be a way to catch that.. Huh?

Hmm..

Mm-mmm.

Mm-mmm.

Mm-mm-mmm. Ahh!

Unnnh!

squeak

[grunting]

Whew.

[gulp]

(Sylvester) 'Boy, is this a tough climate.'

'Even the bait is dangerous.'

[yawns]

Some people never learn.

That's my kind of bird, fat and slow-movin'.

Come here, ya wobbly little treat.

Heh-heh-heh.

[growling]

[sighing]

Looks like puddy got some new friends.

splash

I'll never catch that bird.

That's 'cause you're goin' about it all wrong, fuzzy.

Too much runnin' around.

Slow and steady always wins the race.

And I suppose you could do better?

[slurping]

- Yup. - Okay, shell boy.

I bet 50 clams you don't catch that canary before I do.

Okey-dokey.

It's a bet.

See ya later, sucker.

[dialing cell phone] Say, Chester, ya see that little

yellow bird down there?

- 'Well, hold onto him for me.' - Sure thing, cuz.

Ohh, everybody knows cats

are a bird's natural enemy.

Why, catching Tweety is-is second nature

to a hunter like me.

Why, I.. Hmm?

What took ya so long, fuzzy? Traffic?

Uh, what? What the.. but I was..

And you were..

Oh, it's preposterous.

Alright, shorty, how'd you do that?

Yeah. I'd like to know the same thing.

- Got to pay up first. - Okay, okay.

[slurp]

- Hah! Oop. - Gotta go, puddytat.

Yaah!

Say, why'd you do that?

For your own good, fuzzy.

Otherwise, you'll never evolve.

You need to evolve, like me.

You run fast, but you go slow.

Turtles, well, we use the slow and steady method.

Works every time.

Teach me the slow and steady method.

Oh, please, please, please, please, please.

Alright, but it's gonna cost ya a few more clams.

Yeah, yeah, whatever it takes.

[Sylvester panting]

Good job, cuz. I'll take it from here.

You go too fast.

Go slow or don't go at all.

You have much to learn, pussycat.

You may leave when you snatch the clam from my fins.

Hmm.

You will come to appreciate that a true turtle

will leave no marks or tears on the paper.

scratch scratch

Feel the flow of the jungle.

Let your turtle instincts guide you

not your walrus instincts.

Oof! Ow! Ooh!

You will learn how to wear the turtle shell.

Unnnh! Unnh!

You will suffer grave setbacks.

[laughing]

- 'Think about it.' - So I did.

And I realized that I'm a pussycat, not a turtle.

Henceforth, I decided to walk screwy

and avoid all walruses.

And, hey, I was gettin' hungry.

If I don't get off this island soon

I'll miss another episode of "Dawson's Tweet."

I thought I taw a puddytat.

I did! I did tee a puddytat!

[Sylvester gulps]

Yikes. Waaaah!

[whistling]

crash

Still too fast.

I think you need some postgraduate work.

Hmm.

[motor whirring]

Here I am, boys.

Alright, Sylvester. You can go home now.

'I'm not going to leave you on the island.'

[sniff] Is it the real turtle soup

or merely the freeze-dried?

(together) We'll never tell.

[theme music]