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 & 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 wook awound 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) so, here we are in beautiful Toronto, Canada

finally doing thomething I wanna do

a nice dinner at a grouse and pheasant smorgasbord.

[slurps]

Could there possibly be any puddy tat

more stupid than this one?

You know, Catstello

I just love a grouse and pheasant smorgasbord.

Mmm-mmm. You can say that again, Babbit.

Ah! Hockey? Thuffering thuccotash.

I've been duped again.

[screeching]

Young man, that ice sculpture is simply exquisite.

You should be very proud of your artistic ability.

Whoever started the rumor that hockey players

are brutish oafs is full of hogwash.

Yacch!

[scremaing]

[horn blaring]

[insturmental music]

[chomping]

yow!

Not now, babbit.

Can't you see I'm busy with this pheasant leg?

[whistles]

Can you see those aren't birds?!

But, Babbit, they're so tasty.

Yah-oof!

- Ahh! - Now, let me think.

Where can we get a free meal?

(man on PA) 'Ladies and gentlemen, tonight we're privileged'

'to bestow hockey's greatest achievement'

'the Manley Cup, to the one and only--'

What do you mean the Manley Cup is missing?

[gasps]

[sobbing]

(man on PA) 'Uh, ahem, well, uh..'

'In lieu of the cup, this year's winners'

'will be presented with the Manley Saucer and Teaspoon.'

'Is there a detective in the house?'

(Granny) 'Uh, yes.'

I'm a detective.

We keep the Manley Cup right over here.

Hmm.

[clattering]

There's our free meal, Catstello.

[slurp]

Yum. I can just picture my tasty meal.

Smile for the birdie.

(Babbit) 'Psst. Hey, bud, come here.'

- Who, me? - Yeah, you.

- Come here. - Uh, what do you want?

I can tell, my friend

that you've got yourself a bird problem.

- Well, I'm here to help. - Thay, thanks.

But if you help me catch him, do I have to share him with you?

No, no. You've misunderstood.

I'm not gonna help you catch him.

I'm gonna help you get over him.

Help you give up birds altogether.

Well, why on earth would I wanna give up birds?

Let me show you. Hey, Catstello, come here!

Now, just look at this miserable excuse for a kitty cat.

Do you want to end up like him?

His life was ruined by chasing birds.

Oh, get out. It was not.

It's true. I was a ba-a-ad boy.

My life was laid to waste by chasing birds.

Ha!

This is my wife who left me for another Tom

'cause I was too busy chasing birds.

These are my kids whom I never got to see grow up

never got to see them play with their balls of string

or their little catnip toys

'cause I was too busy chasing birds.

(Catstello) And this is my sick great-grandmama

who had to go to the vet alone to have a hairball removed.

[sobbing]

'Cause you were too busy chasing boids, uh, birds?

You said it, brother.

But now, thanks to Babbit's help here

I'm puttin' my life back together.

[sobs]

I wanna stop, too.

Help me, please.

Of course I'll help you.

All you gotta do is put this box over your head

every time you think about birds.

But the box, I-- I don't get it.

How's that supposed to help?

If you can't see the bird

you don't want the bird. Get it?

Are you sure this is gonna work?

Sure I'm sure.

Why, in no time at all, that little yellow bird

will be a bygone temptation.

Yeah, 'cause we're gonna eat--

[gasps]

What do you know? It works.

I don't want to eat that darn bird anymore.

[sighs] I'm cured.

Wait. I wanna eat him again.

But now I don't want to eat him.

I do. I don't.

Do. Don't. Do. Don't.

Okay. He's taken care of.

Now to get the bird. Here's the plan.

Well, tweety, still no sign of the elusive Manley Cup.

My friend, you look like a bird in need of a nest

but not just any nest, I can see you're a discriminating bird

so only the top-of-the-line nest will do. Like this one.

Go on. Get in. Try it out.

Ooh. Wall-to-wall feathers.

Very nice. Ooh! Wooky!

It even has a basement.

I wonder where the wight switch is.

Nice big windows, but I don't like the view.

Sorry. Not intewested. Too wittle closet space.

[chomp]

- Come here, you. - Uh-oh.

'Better take myself off the market.'

-Boo. - Daah!

[slapping]

Say, what's all the commotion?

Get ahold of yourself.

Oh, that poor pussycat.

- Oh, no. - Knock, knock.

Hewwo, puddy, don't you think you should

defend your territowy?

- Ahem. - Whoa!

Something is vewy screwy here.

I know just what monsieur puddy would wike to eat.

[sniffing]

Come to think of it, I am a little peckish.

An evening snack never hurt.

I'm all yours.

[whimpering]

Dinner is served.

[sobs] I'm weak!

I love birds!

[sobbing]

That's the spiwit, puddy. Defend your territowy.

[gulps]

(Tweety) Whoops. Too much spiwit.

[instrumental music]

[grunts]

(Sylvester) Come back here. Gotcha!

It's dinnertime. Oompf!

[clamoring]

That bird must have been working out.

[grunts]

Help, puddy tat! I'm gonna be eaten by another puddy tat!

Oof!

Whoa-ohh-ohh! Oof!

Help!

Uh-oh.

[clamoring]

Time those puddys took a bath.

[screaming]

Now to put the cats on ice.

Don't worry, puddys. I'll get you out.

[dramatic music]

- Babbit - Shut up and dig.

[thuds]

I think my bird-hunting career is on the rocks.

You've done it again, Catstello.

Hey, you know what, Babbit?

All this hockey has made me thirsty.

(Granny) There it is.

What do you think you were doing?

This is valuable property.

We've been looking everywhere for it.

I'm.. I'm a-a-a...

Baaaad boy.

[instrumental music]