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[instrumental music]

[theme music]

♪ 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 yes siree ♪

♪ But Hector thinks you should be wary ♪

♪ Sylvester and Tweety mysteries ♪

♪ The chase goes on with each new mission ♪

♪ With backdrops aplenty globally ♪

♪ And through it all they're in contention ♪

♪ Sylvester and Tweety ♪

♪ Mysteries ♪♪

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(Sylvester) Calgary, Alberta.

Home of Canada's famous rodeo

the Calgary stampede.

I'm Cowboy Cal.

And on behalf of Canook Canine Cat

and Canary Kibble

I wanna welcome this year's honorary grand marshal

Granny!

[audience cheering]

Goodness gracious, thank you.

I'm just brimming over with enthusiasm

and so are my pets.

Yee-haw!

The only thing I'm up for is rassling some grub.

Preferably a little barbecued canary.

[slurps]

Say, that fancy roping could be just the trick.

[thuds]

I'm all set to rope that little varmint

a plum I reckon.

Now, the rodeo don't 'fically start

'till the cattle stampede arrives.'

Oh! Ooh!

A-ha!

[grunts]

[Mac and Tosh yelling]

Oh, dreadful heavens.

[Mac and Tosh yelling]

What is that terrible ruckus?

I reckon the herd should be here anytime now.

(both) Huh?

So, that's what the noise is.

- Such a hideous racket. - Indeed.

Stomping all about with no regard for the tenants below.

He'll simply ruin our tea party.

Unless..

[whispering]

- It's awfully daring. - Nothing ventured..

- Nothing gained. - Shall we?

(both) Let's.

When the stampede comes

I tell ya, it's the purtiest sight

you ever gonna see.

Thousands of rompin', stompin'

rip-snortin' long horns.

Cowboy Cal?

You were saying..

Cowboy Cal?

Oh, my goodness he's disappeared.

You stay here, Tweety

while Hector and I look for Cal.

♪ Home home on the ranch ♪

♪ Where the cows and the puddy tats pway ♪

♪ Where seldom is heard ♪

♪ The discouraging word.. ♪♪

Ooh!

Gotcha!

A-ha!

Get awong, widdle puddy, get awong now.

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[howling]

[howling]

Come on out of there, and be eaten like a bird.

[grunting]

[growling]

Tch tch tch.

Music isn't soothing to those savage beasts.

[rumbling]

- Oh! - Oh my!

A thousand apologies. Are you alright?

[instrumental music]

[grunting]

Phew! This bird's one big little doggie.

[grunting]

Unmounting a Mounty and lassoing

without a lassoing license.

Hmm.

Huh? Hear that rumbling?

They're coming.

[audience cheering]

[audience gasping]

Meh.

Yahoo!

Howdy!

[whispering]

We've been hoodwinked.

Some rustler went and stole the entire herd.

Yeah, I heard it, I just don't believe it.

I can't tell you how overjoyed we are

to have a world-famous detective on the case, ma'am.

Especially one so gosh darn pretty.

Settle down, sonny.

Hmm.

Whoa, there, Black Thunder.

Keep it quiet there, Zed.

Loud noises always set this one off.

[screaming]

Hmm, now that gives me a notion.

[instrumental music]

[horn blaring]

Whoa, horsie! Whoa!

Ya-hoo!

Ride on, puddy. Away!

Whoa!

- Some more tea? - Don't mind if I..

Yaah!

'No!'

Of course, you realize this means war?

[grunting]

(Tweety) 'Looks like puddy is pretty good at this rodeo stuff.'

[grunting]

Then again, I could be wrong.

[audience cheering]

♪ Oh the sun shines bright ♪

♪ On my old Kentucky home ♪♪

[sniffs]

Oh, no, no, no, this will never do with tea cakes.

- Ah! - Ah!

(Granny) 'Hmm, now where can those'

'nasty cattle rustlers be?'

[grunting]

[Sylvester screaming]

[screams]

That wasn't so bad.

Cheers, my dear.

[horse neighing]

Yeow!

Hey!

[grunting]

[instrumental music]

Yeow!

Ow.

[Sylvester screams]

[grunts]

[neighing]

[Sylvester screams]

Something's roundin' up this rodeo.

[Sylvester screaming]

(Mac) 'Well..'

'Well, I believe that does it.'

Oh, no, no, no.

I don't mean to be disagreeable

but we still have two noises left.

Well, then, what are we waiting for?

[grunting]

[groans]

[gasps]

I'm hungry.

(Mac) 'Oh, my, my, my. What have we done?'

[indistinct chatter]

I'm afraid we've gone a tad too far.

We've dug so many holes to get that pesky noise

that our private home life has been completely disrupted.

[gasps] You mean?

(Tosh) I'm afraid so.

[dramatic music]

[grunting]

You've done it. The cows have been found.

And the Calgary stampede shall continue.

[audience cheering]

[laughs] Well, sometime these things

have a way of working themselves out, you know?

[indistinct chatter]

More barbecue sauce, old buddy?

Why, yes, thank you!

[neighing]

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