Original subtitles

(Sylvester) In Pamplona, Spain, there's this annual custom

that you're gonna see why I detest.

It all starts with a big block party..

[crowd cheering]

...which the locals call the San Fermin Festival.

Sheesh.

But, hey, I'm getting way ahead here.

I forgot to mention the priceless

P-P-Pamplonian p-p-p-periscope.

[gasps] No.

The Pamplona Periscope. Stolen in broad daylight?

[sniffles]

[dialing]

Hello? World's greatest detective?

You must come to Spain immediately

to find the missing Pamplona Periscope.

Calm down, pal.

Sorry, but a man's gotta do what a man's gotta do.

[dialing]

Better get Granny.

[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 yes sirree ♪

♪ 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]

[instrumental music]

Yahoo!

Goodness, we're here already.

Is mama's little birdie enjoying the ride?

This is the only way to migrate.

[yelling]

(Sylvester) I knew I shouldn't have gotten that pedicure.

[screeching]

[yells]

Sylvester, hang on.

[Sylvester yells]

[engine rattling]

Oh, well, it will stop eventually.

(Sylvester) Nothing a master mechanic can't fix.

[engine explodes]

Ew.

Granny, when I had to get the world's greatest detective..

...I, heh, immediately thought of you.

thuds

Oh, the pedestal is solid wood.

I see. And what's under this floor?

A narrow crawlspace.

But I assure you, it leads nowhere.

Nowhere but the periscope's case.

[grunting]

[gasps]

We'll have to send someone through here

to check out potential escape routes.

Well, it's about time that pampered pigeon

pulled his share of the dirty work.

You stay out of danger now, Tweety.

[dramatic music]

(Granny) 'Oh, Sylvester.'

How nice of you to volunteer

to check this filthy old crawl space.

Pussy need to go on a diet.

(Sylvester) And it's gonna consist of one yellow canary.

Oof!

[thudding]

[Sylvester muttering]

(Sylvester) 'Yipe!'

Dirty. It's messy.

'Well, no wonder it's pitch dark down here.'

[groaning]

Did you ever get the feeling you was being watched?

[rats squeaking]

[Sylvester whimpering]

Aw, shucks, pussy get to have all the fun.

Yipe!

thud

[squeaking]

The, uh, museum has a minor rat problem.

So does Sylvester.

Come back here, you tawny tidbit.

Tweety, stay out of the street!

[fire works crackling]

[crowd cheering]

Heavens, fireworks in the daytime?

That rocket signals the release of the first group of toros

for the annual running of the bulls.

(Sylvester) Who cares about bulls on the run

when my lunch is on the run?

I got you now, you little..

[bull snorting]

[yelling]

[screaming]

Ow! I get the point.

Goodness, where do the bulls run to?

To the bullring, the Plaza de Toros

where they get to finish off anyone

they missed during the run.

Ooh, those bulls got a strong union.

[instrumental music]

[both panting]

This shortcut got us here just in time.

Yipe!

'Oh, no!'

[gulps]

(Sylvester) Where's a locksmith

when you need one?

[instrumental music]

Phew.

[grunting]

[speaking in foreign language]

Oh, he said, "It's locked."

But they wouldn't lock those doors during a bull run.

This isn't in my travel brochure.

(Sylvester) Well, I certainly gave those bulls a run for my money.

[blows raspberry]

[snorts]

[yells]

We'll have to catch up with you later, Sylvester.

When you're done playing, kitty

we'll be in the Pamplona Hillside Hotel, Room 113.

Oh, pussy gonna be in tiptop shape

when this festival all done.

(Granny) 'Everyone ready for beddy-bye?'

[hector whimpering]

Oh, patience, Hector.

You get the bathroom next.

[intense music]

[Sylvester panting]

[bull panting]

[snoring]

Time for you to hit the hay too, Ferdinand.

thuds

(Sylvester) Huh, swell. Granny got us a room with a view.

Now, for some shut-eye.

[all snoring]

[snoring]

Sheesh.

Bring back the bulls.

[yawns]

I hope I can get to sleep before too long.

swish

Huh? Mosquitoes are big around here.

[gasps]

thuds

Suffering succotash, a floor slasher.

[gasps]

[yells]

thuds

[snoring]

Phew.

(Sylvester) How tempting.

Oh, I hate having a conscience.

[clanking]

Oof.

[grunting]

[saw buzzing]

[gasps]

[yells]

- Mother. - Land sakes.

What is it, Sylvester?

[meowing]

I told them at the desk, I don't want a bed that does tricks.

[rumbling]

[all screaming]

[all screaming]

[thudding]

(Sylvester) Is there a movie on this flight?

Yipe.

[yelling]

[instrumental music]

[grunting]

(Sylvester) Fortunately this is one pussy cat

who always lands on his feet.

[clock ticking]

[alarm ringing]

[grunting]

[screaming]

At least they got a good rest.

[thumping]

[thumping]

[yells]

My, how Sylvester likes those bulls.

[instrumental music]

[men grunting]

May I please speak with the caretaker of the bullring?

You mean Senor Gabriel, our bullring custodian?

He was the best.

What do you mean, was?

His little apartment was found ransacked

the very morning of the bull run.

So before he could check on the doors

Senor Gabriel met with foul play.

Mind if I borrow this?

[sylvester yelling]

Oh, sorry, we're late.

No problem.

It took me extra time to pull

all the Pamplona books you requested.

This is a whole year's worth of cage-bottom reading.

I'm off to festival.

When you are done, please lock up.

And don't write anything in the margins. I hate that.

"Years of gamma-ray dating attempts

"have failed to fix

the Pamplonian Periscope's true age."

Oh, my gosh.

[yelling]

[squeaking]

[sighs] Well, now I've learned more about Pamplona

than I care to know.

'Come along, little doggie.'

[door closes]

[gasps] We're locked in. Maybe not.

[groans]

Someone's working hard to stop me.

Do you know what that means? Unh.

Of course you wouldn't, you're a dog.

Hee-ya!

Good thinking, Hector.

[hector whimpering]

(Sylvester) Why do bulls find me so appealing?

What's wrong, kitty?

Never seen anyone bull-surfing before?

Can't say that I have.

Yahoo!

Oh, swell, no kitty door.

[crash]

thuds

[gasps]

[hector chuckling]

Oh, sure, he's having fun.

Whoever locked the bullring also locked me in the library.

[Tweety panting]

The lights were against me.

Oh, binoculars.

(Granny) 'Oh, Tweety, I can see right through you.'

'What's inside that lamp-post?'

'Bingo.'

Thanks to all those gamma rays

these ultraviolet lenses make it look so bright

'you would even say it glows.'

Works for me.

Timber!

[clanking]

Now that we have the Pamplona Periscope

the culprit will find us.

'Behold, an old nemesis of mine.'

The Spanish Mole.

Ew.

I bet he's the Ty-D-Bol Man's nemesis too. Pew!

We meet for the last time, Granny.

[galloping in distance]

(Sylvester) 'Ow!'

[screams]

thuds

(Sylvester) I've heard of running gags, but this is ridiculous.

[gasps]

[rats squeaking]

[grunting]

So your trained rats stole the periscope

and took it underground

where you hid it in a lamp-post

until the heat died down.

Mm-hm, mm-hm.

You are under arrest, Spanish Mole

for stealing the Pamplona Periscope

kidnapping Senor Gabriel

and failing to use a good underarm deodorant.

You are a stinker.

Oh, uh, one wee revision.

Hey. Oh, hey, cut it out. That tickles. No!

[gasps]

Senor Gabriel was the Spanish Mole

disguised all these years to gain your trust.

[all gasp]

(male #1) Oh, my. It can not be.

And does anyone know why Senor Gabriel

suddenly closed and locked the bullring gates?

(all) No. Why?

Beats the heck out of me.

I was hoping you might know.

Oh, isn't that precious?

[instrumental music]

You inspired us to follow

in your bull-running footsteps, pussycat.

You see why I hate this stupid custom?

[galloping]

[instrumental music]

[theme music]