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 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 Yessiree ♪

♪ But Hector thinks you should be wary ♪

♪ 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]

(Sylvester) Granny was finishing up some important business

at the Royal Explorer's Society.

Read 'em and weep, boys.

(Sylvester) While I had some important business of my own.

[slurps]

A-ha! Ooh.

Come back here, my fine feathered F-F-French fry.

That puddy won't give up

until he's chased me around the whole world!

Got you! I..

Whoa, whoa, whoa! Ow!

[thud]

[doorbell chimes]

Oh, goodie, the mail!

Why, it's from Colonel Rimfire.

"Trapped in Black Forest.

"Send help immediately.

I'm ahh.."

Well, there can only be one reason

for such sloppy penmanship.

The colonel must be in trouble.

To Bavaria!

[instrumental music]

Now, where did that colonel get to?

To heck with the colonel.

What I need is a nice canary roast.

If I was the Colonel Wimfire, where would I get lost?

Come to papa!

Yikes!

[bear snarling]

There's more than one way to skin a canary.

♪ Oh where oh where can that Wimfire be? ♪

♪ Oh where oh where can he be? ♪

It's dinner time!

thud

Silly puddy.

That's no way to find the Colonel Wimfire.

[instrumental music]

Ah, what a pleasant widdle stream.

I'm safe from that mean old puddy here.

[chuckles] Everyone knows that puddies can't swim!

Ah! Gotcha!

Now, it's time for a little Black Forest canary cake.

[screaming]

I'd wove to hang around, puddy

but I got a Colonel Wimfire to find.

(Sylvester) Get me down from here!

[creaking]

Don't worry, little kitty.

I just wanna take you home for a nice bowl of warm milk.

Finally, somebody is going to feed me.

[eerie music]

Here we are, kitty. My humble abode.

Y-y-yikes!

Oh, now, don't be frightened, my little feline friend.

Mother!

[slurping]

- Aah! - All better.

Now, how would kitty like to play a little game?

[gulps]

Phew.

[chuckling]

Aw, that is precious.

But that's not what I had in mind.

I'd like to introduce you to a little playmate.

Come out.

I brought a little friend for you.

Little play.. Oh, I hope it's a certain little yellow canary.

[slurps]

Oh, kitty's shy.

Eeh!

The game is sort of like hide and seek.

But if the monster catches you, he gets to eat you.

Now, doesn't that sound like fun?

[laughing]

[laughing]

[slurps]

Ah!

Gossamer likes to play with his food before eating it.

So, to be sporting, you'll get a ten-second head start.

[speaks quickly] On your mark, get set, go.

[Sylvester yelling]

One, two, three, four, five

six, seven, eight, nine, ten.

[Gossamer growls]

[teeth chattering]

[Sylvester screaming]

[both gasp]

[grunting]

thud

[growls]

[grunting]

[crashes]

Where am I?

At the vet?

[pounding on door]

Uh-oh! Gotta hide!

[door squeaks]

Yeesh. Not in there.

[pounding on door]

(Sylvester) Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow.

'Ow, ow.'

[huffing]

(Sylvester) 'Ow, ow, ow, ow.'

- Hmm. - 'Ow, ow.'

- 'Ow, ow, ow.' - Hmm?

[nervous chuckle]

[growls]

[whimpers]

[sobbing]

[grunts]

[Gossamer growling]

(Sylvester) Must find Granny, must find Granny.

'Must find Granny..'

These might be Rimfire's footprints!

But they lead nowhere at all.

(Sylvester) Must find Granny, must find Granny.

Must find Granny, must find Granny!

[Gossamer snarling]

Wait a second.

thud

(Granny) 'Sylvester?'

[purring]

- Uh! What? - Meow!

What is it?

[meowing]

I don't see anything.

There's nothing out there.

[growling]

(Granny) 'I'm much too busy searching for Colonel Rimfire'

for any more of your shenanigans.

[instrumental music]

Eeh!

Having monster problems, puddy? Maybe I can help!

[Gossamer growls]

Uh-oh. Here he comes.

[growling]

Quick, puddy! This way!

[whistles] Here, here!

[growling]

[Sylvester screaming]

[splash]

Hmm. I wonder if Rimfire is in this spooky old castle.

[door creaking]

Yes, may I help you?

Uh, uh, possibly.

We're looking for a gentleman by the name of Rimfire.

Colonel Rimfire?

Sorry, I've never heard of a Colonel Rimfire.

Oh. Well, thank you, anyway.

[panting]

Now, that's stwange.

How did he know Wimfire was a colonel?

Uh-oh!

Stwanger yet, this castle's addwess is the same

as the return addwess on Wimfire's wetter of help.

Oh, my gosh! I gotta tell Dwanny!

[grunts]

What's this, Tweety?

(Granny) A-ha!

You again.

I know you've got Colonel Rimfire

so don't deny it.

Oh, my.

Yes, alright.

You've got me, I give.

Boy, today's mad scientists weawy cwack fast.

But you must understand.

I wanted to do harmless tests on apple strudel.

'But I filled out my grant application form incorrectly.'

'And was forced to do'

'human to beast transformation experiments instead.'

[burps]

Ah.

(Granny) 'Enough talk.'

Where is Colonel Rimfire?

[groaning]

[groans]

Oh, I say. Granny, it's good to see you, love.

[laughing]

My, my. That's the biggest monster fur-ball I ever did see.

[giggling]

[theme music]