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[theme music playing]

[banging]

And there.

Look, Daffy. It might have taken us all day.

but we finally finished our beautiful new bunk bed.

Double the beds means double the fun. Whoo-hoo.

[yawning] Boy. Obviously that bunk building really knocked me out.

What do you say we test her out and go to bed? [yawns]

It is sleepy time.

Yeah, you said it, pal.

You... [yawns] said it.

Good night, Daffy.

Good night, Porky.

[both] But I thought you were gonna...

That I was gonna...

But I wanted the top bunk.

[both laughing]

How are we gonna decide who gets the top bunk?

[Porky] And who gets the bottom bunk?

All right, all right.

I'll be the bigger man.

Go ahead, pal. Take the top bunk.

You deserve it.

Really?

Wow. That's awfully neighborly of you, Daffy.

But, of course, anything for my best friend,

Gee. Daffy's such a nice fellow.

[snorting] Whoo-hoo. Whoo-hoo. Whoo-hoo.

[laughs] The poor fellow must be so tired

that he confused the bottom bunk for the top.

Yuck. Bottom bunk?

[growls]

[growls]

Whoo-hoo.

Whoa!

[thuds]

[bell dings]

[glass shatters]

[alarm rings]

Holy smokes!

I'm gonna be late for work.

Tie, hat, briefcase. See you later, Porko.

[snoring]

Wait a minute.

I don't even have a job.

[snoring]

[keyboard clacking]

[gasps]

[explosion]

[racy music playing]

[whistles]

Whoo-hoo!

[sighs]

Maybe now I can finally get back to sawing logs.

[snaps fingers]

[blows raspberry]

[pants]

Hey, Porky?

Yeah, Daffy.

It's getting late.

Want to just share the top bunk and figure this out in the morning?

Sure thing, pal.

Sure thing.

Good night, Daffy.

Good night, Porko.

Hey, uh, Daffy.

Could you turn off that light?

Sure thing, pal.

[Porky] Good night, folks.

[theme music playing]

[humming song]

[growls]

[barking]

[barking]

Ah, shut up.

[laughs]

Well, you're all bark and no bite.

And you're barking up the wrong tree, boy.

[laughs]

Mmm.

Well, let's not get hasty now.

[panting]

I say, you really crossed the line with that one.

[theme music playing]

Aha.

Get out of here. Finders keepers, wretch.

Bone appetit.

[Tweety] Oh, boy, Granny. I sure am excited.

I've never been on a hot air balloon ride before.

Is it safe?

[slurps]

Not for you, little birdie.

Don't worry, Tweety.

This is how we used to get around in the old country.

[slurps]

[screams]

Time to survey the landscape.

[Tweety] Looks clear as a daisy.

What the... I tawt I taw a puddy cat.

I said I think I tawt I taw a puddy cat.

Granny, something is weighing us down.

Heavens, you're right.

I did pack a hefty lunch.

We will have to get rid of it.

Here, let me help you.

[Sylvester groaning]

Still not enough.

I suppose I can skip arms today.

[groaning]

Bon voyage, puddy cat.

Oh, oh, oh. The large basket cometh.

Got ya.

[gasps]

[gasps and grunts]

Phew.

[screams]

[coughing]

Sign... [groaning]

[screams]

The puddy cat's attached.

Ooh. I know where I want to go now.

Above the dinosaur park.

[screaming]

-[Tweety] The airfield. -[screams]

-[Tweety] The prison yard. -[screams]

And the oil refinery.

[Sylvester screams]

-This pikey forest. -[thudding]

-Shooting range. -[guns firing]

-[Sylvester groaning] -Squirrel belt.

[Tweety] Oh, wow. It's Mount Saint Painful.

Let's take a closer look.

-[watch beeping] -Okay, he's done.

[groans]

[groaning]

Wow. We've certainly hit a cloudy patch.

It's always sunny as long as that puddy cat ain't around.

[whooshes]

Mmm. Strange weather we're having.

Yikes.

Come on, puddy cat. You can figure this out.

That's it. That's it.

Ooh. So close. You got this. You got this.

Reach for the stars. High-five.

Oh, weak. You left me hanging.

[grunts]

I made it.

Hey, puddy cat. What are you doing way over there?

What do you mean "over there"?

You're supposed to be over...

here.

[screaming]

Ooh, I can't look. I can't look.

Okay, I'll look.

[Sylvester screaming]

[gasping]

[inhales deeply]

[thuds]

[Sylvester groans]

Safe at last.

[dogs growling]

[Sylvester screaming]

That's it.

I am gonna get that bird if it's the last thing--

Bit of a rough landing there.

You okay, Tweety?

Yes, Granny.

Well, at least no one got hurt.

Speak for yourself.

[theme music playing]

[music playing]