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 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) Here we are in South America

off on another of Granny's hare-brained adventures.

This time, searching for some long lost Incan idol.

Hmm, it says here

that the last Incan emperor

fled to this mountain fortress

with the Inca Dinka Do

'a precious golden idol.'

[panting]

Sheesh.

If the Incans were so smart

why didn't they invent the escalator?

The idol which has never been found

is rumored to possess magical powers

that transform its wearer

into anything that they desire.

Oh, good golly. This is exciting.

I've never solved an ancient Incan mystery before.

"Anything you desire," eh?

'I've gotta get me one of those idol thingies.'

Come along, Hector.

There must be a clue here somewhere.

All this work's got me famished.

What I need is little Andes appetizer.

'A-ha.'

Now if I was dowden idol, where would I hide?

Hmm. Nom-nom-nom.

Say, that sounded like lunch.

Searching for lost idols murders your manicure.

Uh-oh. My widdle instincts sense danger.

Gotcha!

Gotcha!

Yay!

Hey, I was here first.

Go find your own s-sustenance.

Oh, no, you don't. I saw him first.

So I'll just help myself.

[grunting]

Sheesh. That smarts.

[thuds]

That smarts even worse.

[grunting]

Huh?

'Say, it's the lost idol.'

Maybe if I put it on, it'll give me the strength

I need to get Tweety back from that sneaky old lion.

[zaps]

Look at me.

Even my muscles have muscles.

Sheesh. I'm scaring myself even.

Now, let's test out my pounce.

Wa-hoo!

Note to self, "Never pounce indoors."

[dramatic music]

It's true. I've become the world's mightiest pussycat!

Meow.

[clears throat]

I'll have to work on the roar.

Now where's that old lion with my lunch?

[humming]

Barbecue.

With puddy out of the picture and no puppy dog awound

I'll have to use my widdle wits to get out of this pwedicament.

Excuse me, Mr. Wion

but don't you need wumps of charcoal to make a barbecue?

Um..

You got a point there.

Well, if you untie me, I'll get you some.

Oh, no, you don't.

If I do that, you'll fly away.

Oh, no, Mr. Wion

you're much too cwever to wet me do that.

Yeah, but I don't think--

Oh, but you simpwy must have charcoal

for a pwoper barbecue.

Uh, yeah.

Oh, by the way, how many wumps do you want?

Oh, better get me a lot of lumps.

A whole lot of lumps.

[hammering]

[groaning]

[chuckles]

Well, now, that oughta hold that old wion.

Got you this time.

Oh, my gosh.

Wooks like puddy's has been working out.

Oh, my! It says here, that the Inca Dinka Do's powers

'can transform it's wearer to any size or strength.'

Huh?

(Granny) 'Oh, this guide book is so artifacty.'

Naw.

Phew.

[growling]

Oh, ho, ho. Not this time, brother.

Huh?

[grunting]

[thuds]

[groans]

Ha!

[ululates]

Uh-oh.

Um..

The bigger the puddies come, the harder the puddies fall.

I'd better stop pwaying with the puddytat

and find Dwanny.

[splash]

Yeow!

I'll get that little smart alec.

Oh!

Caught you.

Now for my barbecue.

Yeah!

Hold it right there, cousin.

Hey, I know you.

Sure you do, Mr. Wion.

He's the bad old puddy that twied to take me away.

You keep out of this, bird.

Oh, no, you don't. This is my lunch.

You're not gonna wet Mr. Wion get away with that

are you, puddytat?

Listen, this is my bird, lion.

And I'm gonna take him back.

- Oh, yeah? - Yeah!

[grunts]

[grunts]

[yelling]

Dwo puddytat! Dwo Mr. Wion!

[chuckles] Dwo det 'em!

[laughing]

Oh, puddy is so guwwible.

[laughs]

Uh-oh.

Uh..

[crashing]

[groaning]

Looks like I'll just help myself

to that Tweety snack.

Phew. Too cwose.

[explosion]

Aw, the poor puddytat.

Too bad his newfound stwength wasn't in his head.

Now I got you. Yeah!

Monotonous, but expected.

Heh, time for that barbecue.

Hey! Come back here with that Tweety bird.

Hey!

Oh, no, you don't. That's my barbecue.

[blows raspberry]

Give me that bird!

That's mine.

(both) Hey! Come back with that Tweety bird.

[upbeat music]

You wealize we had to stick this guy in somepwace.

[grunting]

Oh, poor Hector. Did you take a nasty fall?

[grunting]

[both screaming]

[crashing]

Phew! Now that was definitely an E-ticket wide.

Ask your parents.

Ooh, look, puddy found the missing idol.

Sylvester, stop bothering Twee..

[gasps]

(Granny) The missing idol.

Oh, Tweety, you found it.

[chuckles] Well, boys, we can leave now.

But I still want my barbecue.

Oh, Mr. Wion, wouldn't you like something bigger

than a widdle bird to gwill?

Uh, yeah.

Well, what about him?

Me?

[Sylvester screaming]

[laughs]

Yep. Those puddies are much too cwever for me.

[laughing]

[theme music]