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 & 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]

crunch

[cock-a-doodle-doo]

[mooing]

[mooing]

[mooing]

[mooing]

[mooing]

crash

[mooing]

[mooing]

whir

Dag-nab-it!

That's the third time this month! I've had it!

(Sylvester) Sheesh! When the old cow said

we were going to her cousin's farm down under

who'd a thunk she meant down under the ocean?

Here, chick, chick, chick.

gulp

Ptooey. Ooh.

Huh?

Ah!

whir

gasp

slurp slurp

clink

clink clink

[panting]

[bubbling]

[blows a raspberry]

whir

screech

screech

screech

screech

screech screech

[gasps]

Ha-ha-ha-ha.

The sea cows are a-comin'!

The sea cows are a-comin'!

- 'Run for cover!' - 'Grab a hoe!'

(together) 'Places, everyone!'

Heavens! What's all the commotion?

[mooing]

Sea cows?

Ooh, we'll soon see about this.

Hector!

[mooing]

Bad cows. Bad, bad cows!

'You ought to be ashamed of yourselves.'

Get along, little doggies.

Go on home! Now, git! Shoo!

Well, thank you, cousin.

We just about bought the farm that time.

Where they all come from no one knows.

It's a mystery.

A mystery?

I wonder now.

Atta-boy, Hector. Keep on that scent.

We'll soon clear up this mystery.

[sniffing]

Ooh!

Howdy, cousins. What's buzzin'?

bawk

Something I ate?

I tawt I taw a puddy tat-fish.

crunch

- Oop. - Ooh. What?

Go on! Get out of here! You, overgrown..

Get your own live bait. This is mine.

[growling]

Mother?

[growling]

Whoo, hoo-hoo-hoo.

Wook who's wive bait now.

[growling]

[Hector sniffing]

You bunch of yella-bellied, good-for-nothing, cud-chewin'

bovine sea swine.

What in tarnation where you a-doin'?

When I say attack, I means attack!

Not retreat, you dumb animules!

Yosemite Sam! I knew it was you.

I'd recognize those size three and a half footprints anywhere.

'Now, what do you think you're doing'

running all those nice people off their land?

'You should be ashamed of yourself.'

I oughta, but I ain't.

And I'm a-wantin' you off of my land.

It is not your land.

No, but it will be. Now, git.

- Over my dead body. - Ooh. Ooh!

Of course, you realize this means war.

[barking]

Heh-heh-heh!

'Heh-heh-heh-heh! Heh-heh-heh-heh!'

They won't suspect nary a thing.

I'll cut off their water supply.

We'll dry 'em up.

You do it, and-and I'll give you such a pinch.

Ooh.

[chain clanging]

[instrumental music]

[bubbling]

blast

Sir, we've spotted an unidentified flying object.

Target it.

bang

[explosion]

Aah! Aah!

splash

I'll blast 'em out!

What in tarnation?

[clink]

[crackling]

Ahh!

Ooh.

Oohh.

[both gasp]

blast

I've tried dryin' ya out, ringin' ya out

and a-burnin' ya out.

Well, now I'm a-callin' ya out.

I challenge you to a game of cards.

Winner take all.

That way, nobody gets hurt.

You're on. What's your game?

- Go fish. - Deal me in.

(Granny) Do you have an ace?

Go fish.

- 'Do you have a five?' - 'Go fish.'

- Do you have a jack? - Go fish.

I got what I wanted! I won! I won! I won!

'Heh-heh-heh-heh!'

Well, Sam, you won fair and square.

Now, just what are you going to do

with all that underwater farm land?

Do? Well, I'm a-gonna make my fortune off it.

Kelp. The new wonder grub.

I'll run soybeans clear off the market.

Kelp? I thought you wanted all that land

to graze your sea cows.

Sea cows? Those mangy varmints?

They'd ruin the crops and eat up all of my profits.

First chance I get, I'm a-gonna run 'em off of my land.

Bunch of no-account, overgrowed

cud-chewin' dairy maids.

[growling]

Heh-heh-heh-heh.

Ooh. Nice, bossy.

[mooing]

I don't think he'll be troubling anyone anymore.

Looks like Sam just cashed in his cow chips.

[theme music]