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[instrumental music]

Shh!

[eerie music]

[gasps]

Mommy! Daddy!

Have you seen my little birdie?

[chuckling]

[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 ♪

♪ Some day 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 ♪

(Sylvester) Every year, we spend Christmas

in Granny's cousin's friend's sister's house

in New England.

And every year, I get the same thing

for Christmas.

A rubber mouse.

Well, this year it's gonna be different.

"Dear Santa

"What I really want for Christmas

is a little yellow--"

Whatchu writin', puddy?

Go on, go on. Write you own letter.

Oh, the North Pole, huh?

You're writin' a wetter to Santa Cwaus?

None of your beeswax.

You know, puddy, Santa Cwaus

won't bwing you anything if you haven't been good.

Have you been good, puddy, huh?

He keeps a wist, you know.

Did you put in a postage on it.

It's 45, at the North Pole.

The postman won't dewiver if you didn't.

thud

'Help. Hey, let me out.'

'Remember, puddy, Santa's watching.'

Huh?

[instrumental music]

You'll never find me like that.

I must be way down at the bottom by now.

Huh? Hmm-hmm.

Deeper, puddy, deeper.

Oh.

thud

♪ When the snow lay round about ♪

♪ Deep and crisp and even ♪

♪ Brightly shone the moon that night ♪

♪ Though the frost was cruel ♪

[telephone ringing]

Now, who can that be?

'Uh, y-yes. hello.'

'Speaking.'

'Yes, certainly, of course.'

'We'll be there in a jiffy.'

Lock and load, boys!

We've got another case.

[gasps] Hector.

[laughs]

(Laura) 'I don't wanna a new puppy!'

'I want my birdie back!'

Wouldn't our little cupcake rather have a doggie?

[knock on door]

[crying] Birdie.

(father) 'Himalayan llama?'

Birdie, birdie, birdie!

Ring-tailed lemur?

[whispering]

A Granny? Oh, What kind of pet is..

Oh, Granny?

When we bought the little bird for Laura

it looked cute enough.

But then, it started to bite more.

- Feathers everywhere. - And the noise.

- 'Singing at all hours.' - 'And always off-key.'

(mother) 'We couldn't stand it.'

So, we decided to get rid of it.

We gave it to our chauffeur to return to the pet store.

But we don't remember which pet store.

(father) 'And now, our chauffeur's gone on his Christmas holiday.'

(Granny) 'Oh, and you want me to get it back?'

[Laura crying]

(both) Yes.

Hm. Here's my chance for gettin' good with Santa.

[instrumental music]

How very thoughtful, Sylvester.

Ooh! Oops.

A little yellow bird?

Ah, yeah, yeah. That was delivered to our store.

Hot-dog! I found it on my first try.

arf arf arf

But I traded it to Earl's House Of Pets

for a blue-tongued skink.

[snarling]

You two stay outside this time.

And no monkey business.

[shivering]

[growling]

[sniffing]

Yeah, sure, go ahead. I'll save your spot.

Hey, Santa must be early.

meow meow meow

Ah!

[instrumental music]

[all yelling]

[panting]

(male 1) 'Hey, you!'

[shouting]

[screaming]

[screaming]

Now, I got you, you mangy malamute.

[gasps]

O-oh.

[sneering]

Oh-oh.

Birds I got already.

I traded for a six pack of grind shrimp

Bob's pet Emporium, Third and Main Street.

Well, doesn't that just take the biscuit.

Okay, boys, third time's the charm.

Mm.

Ah.

[giggles]

This will put me on Santa's nice list for sure.

[telephone ringing]

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

[screaming]

[screaming]

Hey, you!

Come back with my tree.

[screaming]

A little yellow bird?

Why, yes, we're expecting it to arrive

with the shipment any minute now.

thud

Mm-mm-mm.

Oh, Santa is gonna give you

a wump of coal for sure, puddy.

[Laura crying]

Oh, it's Christmas Eve

and all I've got to give that little girl

is a handful of feathers

and a broken dream.

[doorbell rings]

(Laura) 'I'll never see my little'

'yellow birdie again.'

chirp chirp chirp

Ah.

Ha! A little yellow birdie.

Just what I wanted for Christmas.

There really is a Santa Claus.

(Granny) 'I'm so sorry about your bird.'

Hm?

chirp chirp chirp

Oh!

thud

- Merry Christmas, darling. - A puddy tat.

My very own pussycat.

No, no, muffin.

Your birdie, remember?

I want a puddy tat!

No, no, no! Puddy tat, puddy tat!

[instrumental music]

Gracious me!

Look what the Fokneroys sent over

as a token of their appreciation.

[instrumental music]

A rubber mouse.

Oh, well, puddy, there's always next year.

Yeah, but in spring time.

[snarling]

[theme music]