Original subtitles

[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 just 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 ♪♪

[instrumental music]

(Sylvester) Sheesh!

Granny dragged us to the Serengeti

to watch the migration of the gnus.

This migration thing happens every year

at precisely the same time.

Sheesh!

How predictable can you get?

Speaking of punctual

it's time for my mid-morning Tweety bird snack.

Uh-oh!

Ah!

Well, that's a twip I could have done without.

Okay, gnu lovers

the migration begins right..

[clock ticking]

N-n-n-n-n-n..

Now!

[tourists exclaiming]

Oh, dear, where are they?

[gasps]

There's nothing uglier than a busload

of angry gnu lovers.

Ladies and gentlemen, I really don't know

where the gnus are. Heh heh.

Uh, their disappearance is a mystery to me.

(all) Hey!

Did someone say mystery?

[instrumental music]

Yup. The gnus are missin' alright.

Without those gnus this pride will starve.

And you know what they say, boys

no gnus is bad news.

Here's the real bad news, Your Highness.

If you don't find the gnus

it'll be time for a new king.

Eesh! That is bad news.

Now, where could those pesky little gnus have gone to?

Hey, how 'bout a busload of domestic tourists?

They look really yummy.

[indistinct whispering]

Nah, too much saturated fat.

We want our gnus or else..

[screeches]

Sometimes it ain't so good to be the king.

[instrumental music]

[Hector barking]

Oh, my, oh, my.

Hector is really on to something.

Hector!

We're hunting a gnu herd

not a new hydrant.

Hmm, gotcha! What the..

Hello, puddy. I see you found an African honey badger.

[growling]

Oh, they never would've let us showed that on television.

Medic.

Come back here, you aviary appetizer.

[yells]

Boy, that puddy is sure persistent.

[ululating]

Meow!

'Let me out of here!'

[instrumental music]

That's the thing about the wilderness.

Too many wild animals!

[Sylvester whimpering]

[thud]

[growls]

Oh-oh-oh, listen, um, we're cousins, right?

Hm, you got a point there.

You know, bein' king of the jungle

isn't everything they say it is.

Always on the hunt. Hunt, eat, hunt, eat.

I'm tired of chasin' my food before I eat it.

You're tellin' me, buster.

What I really like is a nice quiet life like yours.

Really? Say, I got an idea.

[instrumental music]

Be careful, I just had it dry cleaned.

Yeah, thanks, see you around, sucker.

Just think, I'm king of the jungle.

Whatever the king wants he gets.

And the king wants a nice canary pot pie.

[hammering]

Sylvester, where have you been?

[grunts] Oh, my!

Looks like someone needs to go on a diet.

[instrumental music]

Goal sighted!

This safari stuff sure is stwenuous.

[blows whistles]

[whispering]

Okay, now

let's go out there

and win this one f-for the king.

Break!

Hut!

This time I can't lose.

I've got that bird surrounded.

Wha.. I thought I saw a big puddy tat.

I did! I did!

Oh, there's another, and another.

Say, something very stwange is happening here.

[blows whistles] Grab him.

[growling]

Oh, looks like the big puddies play rough.

Huh?

[blows whistles]

And they call them the kings of the jungle.

Instead of lookin' for tender juicy gnus

we wasted time chasin' some dinky bird

who's not even a mouthful.

All in favor of deposing the king say "I."

- I! - I!

It's unanimous.

I've had it with you sissies.

Someone else be king.

- Huh? - Huh?

What's the matter?

Well, sport, the only way to get a new king

is for the old king to..

[screeches]

[gulps] You mean I gotta croak?

Yeah, that's the general concept.

But don't worry, we'll be glad to help ya.

[screams]

Quick, quick, you gotta trade furs back with me.

[yawning]

What are you? Crazy? No way.

I love my new life.

Oh, please. Oh, please. Oh, pretty please.

With sugar and stuff on it.

Umm...no.

I tawt something was wrong.

There's a lion in puddy's twousers.

Fine, I'll just take my old fur back.

[groans]

Goodness gracious!

A lion is attacking poor Sylvester.

Hector, we must save him.

Take that, you mean lion.

Leave my precious kitty alone.

Dwo Dwanny! Dwo Hector!

Sheesh! I never knew they cared so much about me.

- Ouch! - Ain't I a stinker?

- Waa-ha-ha. - And don't come back.

Woo-ho!

Phew.

- Gotcha! - Gotcha!

Wait, stop! You don't understand.

I-I-I'm not really the king.

Well, if you're not the king, where is he?

He's over there.

There, there, Sylvester

the mean old lion is gone.

That's the king?

[laughing]

But, seriously, it is.

See, I'll take off my fur and show ya.

Sufferin' succotash!

The darn thing's stuck.

[screaming]

New gnu prints. We're getting close.

Oh my goodness!

[crashing]

[upbeat music]

Where are we?

Why, look.

(Granny) It's the missing herd.

Shame on you for being late for your annual migration.

Disappointing all those tourists.

Hey, wait a minute.

I recognize this place.

This is your secret hideout, Leo.

Okay, you caught me.

I hid the gnus as a plot to take your place as king.

You were gettin' on my nerves.

But after livin' under this guy's rule

I realize you're not so lousy after all.

Now that the gnus have been found

and the plot against me has been foiled

I can take my rightful place as king again.

Puddy wanted to be king

but he just got crowned.

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