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]

♪ Martin brothers had a farm ♪

♪ E-I-E-I-O ♪

♪ And on this farm they had some wheat ♪

♪ E-I-E-I ♪♪

(both) Oh!

[both gasp]

[both scream]

Cot, someone's has done cut circle patches

into our wheat field.

Who could of done such a thing, punkin' head?

I don't rightly know, brother.

But it's time we put a call in to a...detective.

Cot? How do you work this darn thing anyway?

scratch scratch

[instrumental music]

[birds chirping]

swoosh

[music continues]

[bells jingling]

[birds chirping]

[mellow music]

Well, boys, we've been called in

on a very mysterious case indeed.

It seems some local farmers have discovered crop circles

cut into their wheat field.

We have to figure out who or what caused those circles.

Circles, schmircles.

I'm a cat. What do I care?

[car backfires]

(Granny) 'Some people think that the circles'

are caused by landing spacecraft

'from another world.'

Probably the same people that think I'm a girl.

I've got to remember to get gas

when that little light blinks.

'Hmm.'

Hello.

[both scream]

Do I hear banjos dueling in the distance?

[instrumental music]

- 'What you sellin'?' - Yikes!

Oh, oh, I-I'm not selling anything.

I'm Granny, here to see some mysterious crop circles.

Granny! Well, why didn't you say so?

Cot, put that dern thing away.

Ooh!

So, where are those crop circles?

Right this way, Granny.

Interesting.

No footprints entering or leaving the scene.

No vehicle tracks.

Hmm.

And you say that you heard some strange sounds

the night before you discovered these circles?

Darn-tootin'. 'tweren't of this world.

Aw, you ain't heard no strange sounds.

- Did, too. - Didn't.

- Did. Did-- - Didn't.

Now, boys, this is getting us nowhere.

I think that the only thing to do is for us

to spend the night out here in the field

to see if we can catch who

or what is behind this mystery.

[instrumental music]

I'll camp out on this scarecrow.

- Grrr. - Ooh.

Looks more like a scare-Tweety.

[music continues]

Aah! Ooh! Ooh! Ooh! Oomph.

[pants] I'm pooped.

Aha!

I've gotta hide from that bad 'ol puddy tat.

Yah! Hold on there, boy.

Who, I say, who is responsible

for this unwarranted attack on my person?

Sir, if you're hands are cold

I suggest a pair of mittens.

- I'm Tweety. - Well.

Hold me tight and call me sweetie.

I'm a mother. Sir, unhand my child.

It's gettin', I say, it's gettin'

so as a mother and his family aren't even safe

in the sanctity of their own coop.

Call 911, Geraldo Rivera, Peta.

[Tweety chirps]

Oh, motherhood.

All the sacrifice and only to be forgotten

on Mother's Day.

Calling just when you need money

giving me nothing but a frumpy housecoat

on my birthday and varicose veins to boot.

He's pwetty good at this mother stuff.

I'm feeling guilty alweady.

[whistling]

[instrumental music]

Huh?

kaboom

[laughs]

I hope, I say, I hope that cat

likes his eggs scrambled.

[knock on door]

"You hatch 'em, we watch 'em."

I didn't call for a nanny.

Oh, but you need a break.

I'll take care of your little tyke

so you can have some time for yourself.

Uh, well, I have been feeling

a little cooped up.

So long, sucker!

[pants]

[evil laugh]

What, I say, what took you so long?

Can't you see I need space?

I'm no baby. I'm a big boy.

I have to have elbow room.

Give me the wide open spaces, that's what I always say.

Yeow! Oomph!

Ow, ooh, yeow, whoo! Ow, ooh, yeow, whoo!

Granny, Cot and I feel awful about you staying

in the field all night by yourself.

Oh, it's alright, boys.

Besides, I'm not alone.

I've got my pets.

Uh, I saw that cat of yours

playing real nice with our rooster.

And that little yeller feller

is getting acquainted with his kinfolk.

It's the cutest darn thing.

[instrumental music]

[laughs]

When I snap a picture of Tweety, wham!

Birdie under glass. He-he-he-he.

♪ Lum dum dum dum dee dee dum ♪

♪ Doo-dah doo-dah ♪

♪ Dee dee dee dee doo doo doo ♪

♪ All the doo-dah day ♪♪

Gasp! What a cute baby.

Aw, and he has your beak.

He better, I say, he better not get it wrinkled.

You've got to let me shoot..

I mean, take a picture of the little tyke.

Now, watch the bird.. Uh, yourself.

[upbeat music]

swish

whoosh

ding

thump

Ahh. Oh, ho-ho.

Well, Hector, we've been out here for hours and nothing.

Where are those two?

buzz buzz

[gasps] Why, look at that.

If there's a space ship here

it must have its cloaking device on.

buzz

Hector, now that buzzing is coming from you.

buzz

Aha!

♪ There's a home around the corner ♪

♪ Home around the corner ♪

♪ Home around the corner for me ♪

♪ Dee dah dee dah dah dum ♪♪

'So that's the cause of the crop circles.'

[whimpers]

Your wheat field has fleas.

Fleas?

Aw, she's crazy, punkin' head.

Yelp. Ouch, ouch, ow!

I'm sorry I ever trained this flea

to make them crop circles! Oops.

Tarnation, Cot!

You was behind them there crop thing-a-ma-jiggers?

- Why, brother? - Ma told me..

That she was gonna give you the farm to run.

Yah! Being as you was the first born and all.

Ooh, so I trained this here flea to ruin the crops

hoping she'd put me in charge of the farm instead.

I'm so sorry, punkin head.

Well, Cot, there's only one thing for me to do.

Give you a flea bath!

Well, Tweety, it looks like our work here is done.

Now, where is that Sylvester?

It's time to leave.

I guess, I say, I guess, they'll want this to go.

[theme music]