Original subtitles

[instrumental music]

[Hector growling]

[Hector howling]

That's the last time we let you narrate, Hector.

Today we visit the Australian outback, or bush country.

The bush has mountains, deserts and sheep ranches.

Lots and lots of sheep ranches.

(Sylvester) It's sort of a Ponderosa for the woolly set.

[engine whirring]

[sniffs]

[gasps]

(Bruce 1) These sheepnappings are ruining us, Bruce.

But who's stealing our flocks?

Don't know, Bruce.

Could be the sheep fairy.

Don't get all funny on me, Bruce.

We're gonna call Australia's greatest hero.

[phone ringing]

[Dundee grunting]

Aye, Alligator Dundee here.

Stolen sheep, is it?

Got no time now, mate.

Aah! Better call Granny.

[Dundee grunting]

[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]

[helicopter blade whirring]

(Granny) Whee-hee-hee!

Isn't this exciting, boys?

[whimpering]

[yelling]

Can you say "airsick"? Ugh.

Deploy landing gear.

Yife!

[yelling]

[screaming]

[yelling]

[instrumental music]

Thanks.

No time for a bath, Sylvester. We have sheep to find.

Did she say sheep?

Nobody told me about shee.. Shee..

[sneezes]

[Sylvester sneezing]

Something tells me pussy might be allergic to wool.

(Bruce 1) 'They was just gone.'

Bruce here thinks it was sheep fairies, but I say it's thieves.

Thieves would be easier to catch.

How many of the little dears are missing?

Uh, sheep, ma'am, not deer.

Uh, can't rightly say.

We tried counting them but kept falling asleep.

Ho-ho-ho. I never get past more than a dozen or so myself.

Ha, ha.

Uh, who do you suppose might want them?

(Wolfgang) 'I used to buy sheep from the Bruce brothers.'

Now, everywhere sheep are gone.

And Wolfgang Wolf is known for his lamb dishes.

Mm. Plenty of mutton on the menu here.

Not that much.

I-I no longer serve lamb jelly. So there.

Tell me, puddy, do you think it's 100 percent wool?

I'd say that was a big yes.

[mumbling indistinctly]

Absolutely not.

Use your dessert spoon.

[scratching]

But you have no proof that I've been receiving stolen sheep.

[burps]

Baa-baa black sheep Have you any wool?

[whimpering]

Oh, what is it, Hector? You've just had your walkies.

What's this?

"Go to the Northern Territory, to Borroloola."

Borroloola?

Hee-hee-hee. Sounds like I have a mouth full of nickels.

Uh, "Go to the Mutt Inn.

Ask for the Ram."

Where did you get this, Hector?

[Hector growling]

From a bowl of soup?

Still, a clue is a clue.

[grunts]

(Sylvester) This place looks like mutton but trouble.

[thudding]

Excuse me, young man

uh, could you tell me where I might find the Ram?

[belches]

A simple "no" would suffice.

(Sylvester) I may be allergic to wool

but I'm not allergic to feathers.

Sylvester, Tweety, behave yourselves.

What will these nice people think?

Hector?

[screaming]

(Sylvester) Well, at least something cushioned my fall.

Uh.. Uh.. Uh..

[sneezes]

[man growls]

[growls]

[grunting]

He's having a bad wool day.

[men grunting]

[Sylvester yells]

(Granny) 'E-e-excuse me. Coming through.'

(male #1) 'Gangway. Lady with a bird.'

'There you go, ma'am.'

Thank you. You're too kind.

[whistling squeakily]

[instrumental music]

There you are.

Are you sportswriters?

Uh, I'm not Dieter Brock.

I'm Little Bo Peep looking for some lost sheep.

Uh, you wouldn't know where to find them, would you?

Oh, no, I wouldn't know anything about that.

- I work for Harry Follicle. - Harry Follicle?

President of the Save The Sumatran

Rain Forest Association?

No, Harry Follicle, the imitation-angora king.

Australia's third largest manufacturer of fluffy sweaters.

I'm helping him build his new factory.

Oh? And just where is he building this factory?

(Sylvester) It was some place called Ayers Rock

and Ayers can keep it.

♪ Oh those golden slippers ♪

♪ Oh those golden slippers ♪

♪ Golden slippers I'm going to wear ♪

♪ Because they look so neat ♪♪

[sneezing]

Now, who do you suppose would give poor pussy

a lamb's wool umbrella?

Land sakes, kitty, that cold of yours sounds worse.

'I'll have to give you another dose of chamomile tea.'

[coughing]

(Granny) 'Maybe I'll find some wool while we're here'

'and knit you a nice warm sweater to take that chill off.'

[sneezing]

Well..

...it isn't every day old Harry Follicle

gets a call from the world's greatest detective.

Well, I needed some angora wool and I was in the neighborhood.

Can't help you. My factory isn't built yet.

I'm putting it over there.

And here, I'm gonna put some more factory

only better than the other part.

And we're gonna put up a big aluminum rock here

because it's more cost-effective.

I'm sure it will be just lovely.

And, uh, where do you plan to get your wool?

Ah, that's the trick, isn't it?

Ooh, what's that smell?

[groaning]

Hmm. Something tells me there's wool in them there hills.

[sneezes]

[Tweety yelling]

Ooh, the plot congeals.

[horn blowing]

Uh-oh. They don't look pleased to see me.

There seems to be a lack of sheep

around Ayers Rock these days.

I don't need no stinking sheep.

I'm buying expensive imported wool.

Hey, I got a factory to build.

[chirping]

[baaing]

Gracious, are you coming down with Sylvester's cold?

G-g-giant mice?

I haven't suffered seeing them for years.

[screeching]

Smooth move, Paul Bunyan.

[all grunting]

A canary's work is never done.

[dramatic music]

Let's toss some shrimp on the barbie.

[yelling]

[screaming]

[screaming]

Oh, lucky me.

whoosh

[mumbles indistinctly]

I know it's not traditional, but we haven't got all night.

I wonder if we could bother you boys..

...but for directions.

My.

Well, maybe they left something that might help us.

Hmm, traditional aboriginal people

often resort to native ways.

[Tweety whistles]

"The Devil's Marbles."

So much for traditional ways.

(Sylvester) Oh, lots of good grazing here.

If I was a sheep, I'd move right in.

The Devil's Marbles.

I must have lost my marbles to climb up here.

There could be a road to save us the walk, but, no.

[hector growls]

Okay, I'm climbing. I'm climbing.

Sheesh.

So who needs guides?

creak creak creak

Is-is that your shadow?

- Uh-uh. - Uh-uh.

[yelling]

[thudding]

[yelling]

Phew.

That's one thing for being a cat.

Nine lives come in handy.

[thudding]

[grunting]

[gasps]

There's a road up here?

Now she tells us.

[blowing]

What's going on here?

I just bought this rock too.

These fellas are trespassers.

What on earth are you going to do with all those big rocks?

That's not your concern.

And I'll ask you kindly to stay off my property.

Well, looks like it's back to Ayers Rock again.

We should have asked for a lift.

[both sigh]

(Sylvester) Let's review.

We're in an exotic foreign land

Granny's trying to solve some mystery

and I can't nab that bird.

That's my life in a nutshell.

Granny knew there must be an entrance around here somewhere.

[sniffing]

[toilet flushes]

Quit fooling around, puddy.

We're supposed to be helping Granny find a way in.

[sylvester yells]

Cold.

[Sylvester yells]

Ooh, here's another cave. Getting warmer.

This one's just right.

[sneezes]

Jackpot.

Surprise, surprise. What have we here?

No.

[thudding]

Hector, stop this nonsense.

Going to take up knitting, Tweety?

Ah! Where did you get this wool?

(Sylvester) Great, now we're sheep stalking.

[shushes]

thuds

(Sylvester) Swell, get Commissioner Gordon

on the phone.

I think we found the Batcave.

[sylvester yells]

[shushes]

[sylvester sneezes]

Oh, flibbertigibbet! Come on, boys. This way.

Ugh. Well, at least we're still together.

[laughs]

My mistake.

[alarm beeping]

Oh, my.

[grunting]

[Tweety chirping]

Goodness.

'Little Bo Peep just found her sheep.'

A used sweater store would clean up here.

Sylvester. Hector.

Oh, my, you two are a sight.

They should carry their own spares.

(Ram) 'Congratulations, Granny.'

You've located my secret holding pen and found the missing sheep.

Now my attack kangaroos will see that you're missing too.

[gasps]

[sneezes]

(all) Ew!

Come back. It's just a little nose wash. Oof!

[horn blowing]

[grunting]

Ha!

[granny grunting]

Ha!

Ooh, no, you don't.

I knew it was too good to be true.

Wolfgang stole the sheep

and I made a fortune selling imported wool

to that sap, Harry.

Then I got the sheep back for my fabulous restaurant.

When did you put it all together?

I didn't. But you just let the wool out of the bag.

Ha, ha. Crooks are so gabby when they're caught.

(Sylvester) The aborigines got their rock back

and the bad guys were all put away.

Knit one, purl one, knit one, purl one, knit one, purl one.

Those nice Australians rewarded us with so much wool

that I can make sweaters for all of you.

Hold still, Sylvester.

A little wool next to the skin is the best way

to get rid of a nasty cold.

[sneezing]

[theme music]