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[instrumental music]

♪ I come from Alabama with my banjo on my knee ♪

♪ I'm goin'to Louisiana my true love for to see ♪

Only five more miles to New Orleans.

♪ It rained all night the day I left ♪

♪ The weather it was dry ♪

♪ The sun so hot I froze to death ♪

Five more miles

of the fabulous song stylings

of Puny-do Domingo.

♪ The sun so hot I froze to death ♪

♪ Susanna don't you cry ♪♪

Goll doggit!

That's some singer you got there, chere.

Oh, thank you.

And, though I'm often mistaken for her

I am not Cher.

Uh, the name is Granny.

No, no, you see, chereis just a term we use down here.

It means lovely lady.

My name is Louie Z. Anna.

Pleased to make your acquaintance, Granny.

Oh.

♪ Oh Susanna oh don't you cry for me ♪

♪ I've come from Alabama with My banjo on my knee ♪♪

Oh, now you should enter this bird

in the Cajun Canary Crooning Competition

at the Mardi Gras.

Mr. Zanna, we were last year's

Crooning Competition champions.

Well, I am in the presence of someone special.

- Granny. - Ooh.

[laughs]

[all gasp]

[all gags]

[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 & 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 yessirree ♪

♪ But Hector thinks you should be wary ♪

♪ Sylvester & Tweety Mysteries ♪

♪ The chase goes on with each new mission ♪

♪ With backdrops a-plenty globally ♪

♪ And through it all they're in contention ♪

♪ Sylvester & Tweety ♪

♪ Mysteries ♪

[instrumetnal music]

[crowd cheering]

[marching band music]

♪ Camptown ladies sing this song ♪

♪ Doodah doodah ♪

♪ Camptown race track's five miles long ♪

♪ Oh da-doo-dah day ♪

[screaming]

[thudding]

[groaning]

[knocking on door]

Now, who could that be?

I'm Dora. Your maid.

Here are some towels.

[jackhammer pounding]

[chuckles]

[growling]

Dogs. Cats.

Don't expect me to clean up after your hairy beasts.

[sighs]

Especially birds.

[phone ringing]

H-hello?

Oh, why, Mr. Zanna.

[chuckling] Of course, Louie.

Uh, w-what? Lunch?

Why, yes, I'm free.

One o'clock. I'll see you then.

Goodbye, Louie.

[giggling]

Oh, hot diggity! I got myself a live one!

♪ Buffalo gals can't you come out tonight ♪

♪ Can't you come out tonight can't you come out tongiht ♪

♪ Buffalo gals can't you come out tonight ♪

♪ And dance by the light of the moon ♪♪

Now, Sylvester, be a good kitty

and make sure Tweety continues to practices his singing.

He must be ready for tonight's big contest.

And, Hector, you keep an eye on Sylvester.

[instrumental music]

Back before you know it.

[yawns]

[slurps]

[screaming]

Eugh! Smells like liver in here.

'What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?'

[instrumental music]

[yawns]

Nothing like a big old pussy dog

to protect you from a bad old pussy cat.

♪ Camptown ladies sing this song doodah doodah ♪

♪ Camptown race track's five miles long ♪

♪ Oh doo-dah day ♪

♪ Come down there with my hat caved in ♪

♪ Doodah doodah ♪

♪ Go back home with my pocket full of tin ♪

♪ Oh doo-dah day ♪

♪ Goin' to run all night goin' to run all day ♪

♪ Somebody bet on the bay ♪

♪ Camptown ladies sing this song doodah doodah ♪

♪ Camptown race track's five miles long ♪

♪ Oh.. ♪♪

♪ Lullaby and goodnight ♪

♪ ittle doggies sleep tight ♪

♪ Go to bed rest your head ♪

♪ Until the morning light ♪

[tweety humming]

♪ As I was lymbering down the street ♪

♪ Down the street down the street ♪

♪ A handsome man I chanced to meet ♪

♪ Oh he was fair to view ♪

[granny humming]

[instrumental music]

Hmm. I should do an upbeat number.

[snaps]

♪ Go in and out the window go in and out the window ♪

♪ Go in and out the window but don't you fly away ♪

I thought I saw a thug.

I did. I did see a thug.

Oof!

[instrumental music]

Duh!

[crash]

[gasps]

(Rocky) 'Down here, Mugsy.'

Duh, gee, boss.

Uh, how's come you're fooling around

in a little bird cage?

Help! I'm being canarynapped by two thugs! Help!

Nobody lifts my lunch and gets away with it.

[instrumental music]

My, I can't decide what to order.

Everything smells so good.

Oh, then let's ask old Chef Jumbo Laya.

Hey, Jumbo, I wonder if you could recommend

some of your Cajun delicacies to Granny here.

Well, little lady, we got the canary gumbo

canary kabobs, fried canary, apricot canary

poached canary, canary etouffee

canary tartar, canary casserole, that's good eating.

Canary souffle, canary on the half shell, stuffed canary..

[instrumental music]

- Old maid? - What did you call me?

Duh, nothing boss.

Uh, I was just talkin' about the game.

Shut up and deal.

Ahh.

- Old maid! - Do not call me that.

[thuds]

Mugsy, close it, that window.

Birds are prone to flying

and out a window would be the perfect place

for a bird to go.

Duh, okay, boss.

[gasps]

You pussy cat lovers might wanna close your eyes.

[dramatic music]

[crash]

I'll never play the bass fiddle again.

[groans]

[snoring]

[gasps]

[whimpering]

[whimpering]

[instrumental music]

Thanks again, Louie. See you at tonight's competition.

Hmm. A handshake instead of a kiss.

Was Hector a good watch doggy while Granny was away?

[grunts]

Here, have some beads.

Oh.

What I had to do to get these.

Oh, how pretty.

Eek! You bad old cat.

What have you done with Tweety?

[whimpering]

No more jack mackerel for you. Oh!

Hector?

[whimpering]

♪ Nobody knows the trouble I've seen ♪

♪ Nobody knows but Granny ♪

♪ Nobody knows the trouble I've seen ♪

♪ Glory hallelujah ♪

Amanda's finally marrying young Mort

and we got all this racket.

Shut the bird up.

[knocking on door]

Mugsy, answer the door.

♪ Yes Granny ♪♪

I demand to see the warden. Immediately!

Duh, "I represent the Acme Vacuum Company

"and I'd like to demonstrate our newest model

"The Inhaler 2000. Dirty carpet? It'll clean it.

"Musty drapes? It'll unmust them.

"Bird feathers? It'll suck them right up its power hose.

"All of this can be yours for three small payments

of 99.99."

Duh, it's caught my interest.

[banging]

(Mugsy) Minnie Julep!

So you two let the bird get away!

[coughs]

[Sylvester yowls]

Watch the bird!

I don't wanna have to tell you again!

[instrumental music]

I find these short trips refreshing.

I've got to find Tweety

and still get all of us to the Cajun Canary

Crooning Competition in time.

Now who could that be?

Forgot to drop these cheap candies on your pillow.

'Pets in the rooms.'

No way am I cleaning up all those bird feathers.

Feathers?

(Granny) 'Bless his heart.'

'Tweety left us a trail to follow.'

Let's go, Hector.

[humming]

♪ Granny ♪

[humming]

Ooh.

[chuckling]

[groana]

[thud]

Sylvester, you look like something you dragged in.

Where's Tweety?

[tweety yelps]

Ooh, here I go again.

[instrumental music]

[engine rumbling]

It's about time you got here. You know what to do.

Ooh, I got an uneasy feeling down in my little gut.

[instrumental music]

[dings]

So I was wrong.

(Minnie) I'm happy to report

that all is going exactly as planned, Mr. Big.

[chuckles nervously]

And now, we're very excited to welcome back our next act

the reigning champions, Granny and Tweety!

[applauding]

The bird's put on weight and the old lady needs a shave.

Why, the nerve of those two.

I would never wear a dress like that.

♪ Camptown ladies sing this song doodah doodah ♪

♪ Camptown race track's five miles long oh doo-dah day ♪

♪ Goin' to run all night goin' to run all day ♪

[sylvester yelling]

Good work, Sylvester.

I'm making a citizen's arrest.

For fraud, birdnapping

and wearing that dress with that hat.

Duh, gee, Rocky.

I sure hope Mr. Big don't find out about this.

- Shut up. - Mr. Big, eh?

I should have known you two weren't capable

of coming up with a plan like this.

A Mr. Big.

Mr. Big, hmm..

♪ Camptown ladies sing this song ♪

♪ Doodah doodah ♪

♪ Camptown racetrack five miles long ♪

Oh, there goes that blasted tape recorder again.

Could someone turn that thing off so I can think?

Duh, it is off.

♪ Camptown ladies sing this song doodah doodah ♪

Tweety.

♪ Camptown racetrack five miles long ♪

♪ Oh da-doo-dah day ♪

♪ Goin' to run all night goin' to run all day ♪

♪ bet my money on the bobtail nag ♪

♪ Somebody bet on the bay ♪

♪ Camptown ladies sing this song doodah doodah ♪

♪ Camptown racetrack five miles long Oh da-doo-dah day ♪♪

[Sylvester grunts]

It's times like these I feel unconditionally used.

Tweety.

[Minnie grunts]

Tweety.

[Tweety chirping]

Yes, Tweety, that's a nice picture.

But we've got to get you out of here.

[Tweety chirping]

Well, isn't that lovely?

It's you and me at last year's competition.

[gasps] Louie Z. Anna?

What's he doing in this picture?

Oh, now you should enter this bird

in the Cajun Canary Crooning Competition at the Mardi Gras.

Mr. Zanna, we were last year's Crooning Competition champions.

Now I remember.

Louie was last year's first runner up.

'So he's Mr. Big.'

That's right.

Why?

Well, they say our love won't pay the rent.

You did all of this just for the money?

I was gonna take the contest winnings

then sell off this little delicacy here

to Jumbo and be on my way.

But seeing as how you've changed my plans

I'll just take this canary and make like a bird.

Goodbye, chere.

[instrumental music]

Stop that scoundrel!

[clangs]

[groaning]

Granny and Tweety the judges have awarded you first prize

in the Cajun Canary Crooning Competition

for your rendition of "Camptown Races."

[applauding]

[shutters clicking]

Ooh-eeh, that there is the biggest canary

I ever done laid my eyeballs on.

[clamoring]

[Mugsy screeches]

Pretty soon there's gonna be too much fat in Cajun food.

[instrumental music]

[instrumental music]