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 and Tweety Mysteries ♪

♪ It may be day or night whenever ♪

♪ Conditions are right for them to flee ♪

♪ Some how 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 sirree ♪

♪ 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]

- Tissue, madam. - Oh, thank you, young man.

These paintings are so sad.

The artist has a special gift for sadness, madam.

If I hung this in my home, I'd be crying all day.

You cannot afford one of these paintings.

A person of your obviously limited means

could barely afford this.

Hmph. You've got some nerve, young man.

Come along, Tweety.

Come, boys.

Looks like Earl Pink made Dwanny see red.

Let's visit the Hungry Owl.

That's real San Francisco, not like this tourist dive.

The Hungry Owl is owned by Larry Alberghetti.

[slow jazz music]

I'm tickled to see you doing so well

with your coffee house, Larry.

[snaps fingers]

Like, listen to that groovy riff.

I must say, I've never seen a flute that plays itself.

[snickering]

Yeow!

I'd stay away from the puddy au lait.

Your coffee, ma'am.

Why, thank you.

[crashes]

♪ Hey diddle diden't ♪

♪ The cat took a minute ♪

♪ And the cow took a dive at the moon ♪

♪ The avocado howled to see such prunes ♪

♪ And the fish ran away with the chips ♪♪

Oh, my blessed petunia!

Is that what I taught you in English class, Larry?

Larry?

♪ A penguin seized the universe ♪

Go, man, go! Like, you're the livin' Enfield.

♪ How high the moon ♪♪

Huh?

[audience gasps]

(all) Like, the flute's gone.

Yeah, man. Like, real gone.

[slow jazz music]

Man, what a cosmic drag.

I was gonna show the auto flute

at the Coit Tower performance happenin' tomorrow.

Oh.

Some messy citizen didn't use the twash can.

Oh, goodie, a clue.

Come, boys.

Hmph. Another wild-goose chase.

I'm in San Francisco, and I'm gonna enjoy myself.

Immensely!

[sniffing]

Hector's on the trail now.

But he better huwwy up. They're getting angwy.

[horns blaring]

[gasps]

[barking]

[gasps]

[sniffs]

[sniffs] Smells gweat.

[sniffs] Mmm. Oop!

Um, d-d-doesn't anybody want some, uh, coffee?

Uh, like, espresso?

[flute music]

[crowd murmuring]

(all) Ooh.

(all) Aah!

(all) Ooh.

(all) Aah.

I see the melodious lilt of the auto flute

has brought you to my outdoor gallery.

- Hmph. - Oh, it's you again.

If you've come to buy a painting

this style is not you.

We don't want your phony paintings, you snooty sneak.

Give back the auto flute you stole from the Hungry Owl.

Oh, in that case, I have some paintings

that definitely are you.

Ciao.

[grunting]

[instrumental music]

[tires screeching]

[tires screeching]

[laughing]

Oh!

Oh!

Oh, my.

[laughing]

Uh-oh. I forgot every day is New Year's Day

in Chinatown.

[crowd cheering]

As they say at the Hungry Owl

"Earl's gone, real gone."

[oriental music]

Wook at that, here's the cuwprit.

[Earl screaming]

[instrumental music]

[Hector barking]

[barking continues]

[laughs]

Quick, sonny, follow that hand car.

Sorry, lady, it's lunch time.

But you can borrow the cable car.

'And you don't gotta pay. The ride's on us.'

Oh, so that's the San Francisco treat.

[bell rings]

[bell rings]

Hand over that auto flute, you phony art critic.

Oh, yeah.

That'll be the time-e-e!

[gasps]

[Granny screams]

[laughs]

[piano music]

Whoa!

[crunch]

Aah!

[bell ringing]

[all screaming]

[gasps]

Ta-ta. This belongs to those with class.

Frankly, me.

With this music attracting the yocals

I'll have the most visited tourist spot in Frisco.

[crash]

It's San Francisco, you out-of-town phony.

Stand back, or this flute goes in the drink forever.

[screams]

'Who's driving this thing?'

[ship horn blows]

[all sigh]

[Hector growls]

Oh, my gosh, Alcatwaz.

[whistles]

[screaming]

(Earl) 'I've always wanted to visit the Rock.'

[Earl grunts]

But never to stay.

That's just where you belong.

Behind bars.

Mm-hmm.

[siren wailing]

We weft our hearts in San Francisco

but mean ol' Earl's gonna weave his in the hole.

Look what we brought you from Fishermen's Wharf, Sylvester.

A nice fish stew in a hollowed-out loaf

of sourdough bread.

Ew. I prefer bird chowder.

It doesn't stare back at me.

[flute music]

♪ Hey diddle diden't ♪

♪ The cat took a minute ♪

♪ And the cow took a dive at the moon ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

I'm still sure I didn't teach that

in my English class, Larry.

You know, Granny, to show my gratitude to you

and your furry friends

I have painted for you one groovy canvas.

Oh, an original Beatnik painting

from a real Beatnik artist.

(all) 'Huh?'

(Larry) 'Now, that's keen, man.'

'Real keen.'

[theme music]