Original subtitles

[theme music]

♪ Whenever there's a crime or trouble ♪

♪ That no one can solve at all it seems ♪

♪ That's when they come in 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 ♪

[instrumental music]

(Sylvester) Granny has hauled us all on a field trip.

"Arthurian Days" at Caernarfon Castle, Wales.

My, look at all the darling costumes.

I'm so glad we've dressed for the occasion.

Oh, yeah. Me, too.

Nothing like wearing bells to make catching birds easy.

Oh, I must find a souvenir to remember today by.

Hmm. "Gregorian Rap."

[laughs] My kind of music.

[pop music]

What I need is a little souvenir for my stomach.

Ah-ha. Food.

Let's see what the dark ages have to offer.

Scorched mutton on a stick.

Drool and chips.

Haggis burgers.

Blood puh-puh-pudding pops.

Yeesh.

clank clank clank

Ooh, what will they think of next?

Now, there's an idea.

Hold still, my mini medieval munchie.

My, I wonder what's causing all that noise?

Maybe they're giving away free balloons. I bet it..

clank

[screams]

It's been stolen.

What? King Arthur's sword?

No, the stone that holds King Arthurs sword.

Without it, we can have the sword pulling contest

to proclaimeth the festival king.

Well, maybe you could put the sword in something else.

Like a loaf of day old bread.

thud

Er, then again, maybe the rock would work better.

Fear not good people!

For I, Granny of Pasadena, will seek the Holy Stone of Arthur

and return to its rightful place of honor.

[cheering]

Now, where could that medieval munchie have gone?

Sir Loin of Beef, thou rogue.

I challenge you to a joust.

Sir Chargealot, thou knave.

I accept your challenge and shall meet you

on the field of honor.

Say, this chivalrous stuff sounds pretty nifty.

I, Sir Sylvester, shall meet my nemesis

the scurrilous yet delectable Sir Tweety

on the field of honor

and shall eat him forthwith. Hurrah.

[laughs]

[grunting]

I knew I should have ordered the extra large.

Hah.

Oh-oh.

splat

Ah.

Hmm, this must be the place.

And now, for our next joust

we have Sir Loin of Beef versus

Sir.. Oh. Wait a second.

There seems to be a last minute substitution.

In for Sir Chargealot

'is Sir...Purrs-a-lot?'

[chuckles]

Where do this weirdoes come up with such stupid names?

'Gentlemen, start your horses.'

[neighing]

[instrumental music]

(male announcer) 'Wait, what's this?'

'Sir Purrs-a-lot has left the course.'

Time for a little Tweety shish kebab.

Uh-oh, knightmare headed my way.

That's knightmare, spelled with a K.

'Sir Purrs-a-lot seems to be chasing some sort of canary.'

'And the plucky little yellow bird isn't giving up.'

[up-tempo music]

splash

Ah.

(Tweety) 'Just call him Rusty.'

Ooh.

I got you, you scoundrel.

[screams]

splash

[mellow music]

thud

While you're searching for the stone, boys

leave no stone unturned. Oh. h-ha-ha.

(Sylvester) 'For our next skit, we need a volunteer'

'from the audience. How about you?'

- 'The bird in back.' - Who? Me?

Yes, you, Tweety.

I-I mean, uh, the yellow birdy, whose name I don't know.

[sighs]

- So what do you want me to do? - 'It's easy.'

'All you gotta do is stay real still'

'while we grab you.'

You don't wanna get wittle old me.

You should get that bad old puddy cat.

'He's right, Punch.'

We should get that bad old puddy cat.

- Yeah, I agree. - You do?

You can't, that's not possible.

Oh, yeah? Get him, Judy.

Take that, you bad old puddy.

Ooh, ah, ooh, ah. Cut it out.

Stop it. Punch..

Ow! ooh! Ooh!

[grunting]

This catapult thingy should do the trick.

[instrumental music]

[gasps]

Here we go!

thud

That almost worked.

Just need to crank it up a little less.

Oops.

Sufferin' succotash..

slurp

Here you go, Sir Munchalot.

Ah, gee, thanks.

I'm gonna get this darn thing to work

if it's the last thing I do.

Ah, yummy, yummy, yum.

Ah!

Yikes.

[muffled screams]

I guess I shouldn't have ordered my food rare.

Mm-hmm. Just what I thought.

This is not the missing stone.

Huh?

Uh, what's this?

Boys, I think, we've got ourselves a suspect.

Anybody who squeaks that much is surely guilty of something.

- Hmm. - Hmm.

[both laughing]

Ah!

thud

[clattering]

[sniffs]

- Shh. - Shh.

[Sylvester groans]

- Shh. - Shh.

[rattling]

Returning to the scene of the crime, eh?

I beg your pardon?

Okay, squeaky, I know you have the stone, so give it up.

I assure you, ma'am, the only thing I have is

a bit of a rusty hinge.

And I've been looking all over for some oil.

Oh, I'm terribly sorry, I thought..

Oh, here. Take mine.

Hm, with Sir Squeakalot cleared

I've run out of suspects.

Ooh.

[chirping]

By gum, Tweety, I think you're right.

We found the missing stone.

Ah!

[groans]

Calm down people. There is no culprit.

You see, it's been under our noses all the time.

Eh, well, under Sir Munchalot's nose. Sort of.

Sir Munchalot. Could you please stand up?

D-uh.

[gasps]

[crowd cheering]

Since Granny has solve the mystery

she should be the first contestant.

[grunting]

[crowd cheers]

I proclaim Granny Queen of the festival.

[crowd cheers]

Hm, I wonder whatever happened to that bad old puddy cat.

[Sylvester screams]

thud

Now, I know why they call them catapult.

[giggles]

[theme music]