Original subtitles

[instrumental music]

[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 just 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 ♪

♪ Someday I'll eat that darn canary ♪

♪ And then I'll be happy yessiree ♪

♪ 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 ♪♪

[instrumental music]

Good evening.

Tonight, we have a program for you about a Tweety

a kitty and an old biddy.

[inhales sharply] Thank you.

[instrumental music]

(Granny) 'What a time for the old trick knee to start acting up.'

Right when the Women's Auxiliary Bowling team needs me most.

Lucky I could rent this apartment for a few weeks

'while my leg heals.'

Speaking of heels, I wonder where that puddy tat is.

[Hector snoring]

slurp

Whoa-a-a! Oh!

[laughs]

'Whoa!'

[gulps]

Aw, the poor puddy's fingers are stuck.

Don't worry, puddy, I'll free you.

This little piddy went to market

this little piddy stayed home

this little piddy had roast beef.

[Sylvester screams]

Well, what do you know! Ran out of piddies.

crash

Sylvester, quit picking on Tweety.

Yeah, stop pickin' on me, you bad old puddy tat.

[groaning]

Ooh. I wonder what this is for.

[instrumental music]

[gasps]

[gasps]

[yells]

Huh?

[clicks]

Phew!

[woman yelling] 'It's a crime! A crime!

My, my! What is that?

I'm telling you, it's a crime, the way you treat me.

Now, you listen to me, Calvin Q. Calculus

I'm tired of doing all the work around here

while you waste your time on silly hobbies.

First, it was stamp collecting

then taxidermy, now this.

But, Gertrude..

Don't you, "But, Gertrude" me.

You never take me anywhere.

Well, one of us has got to go.

Do you hear me?

[gasps] Did you see that look on Calvin's face, Tweety?

Not exactly the wook of wove.

If my detective's intuition serves me right

and I think it does

Gertrude better not turn her back on that little man.

[both snoring]

[thuds]

[both snoring]

[thuds]

[thuds]

[Tweety whistles]

Puddy, are you wookin' for me?

Grrr!

Hi-i-i-i-ya!

[crashing]

crash

Oh, my!

Oh, I must have dozed off.

(Alfred) 'No.'

You do not have a cameo.

(Granny) 'Oh, there's Mr. Calculus now.'

What's he got in that box?

Well, I need a closer look.

[instrumental music]

[chuckles]

Oh, Tweety, with you on my shoulder

I feel just like a pirate.

We need to get her out more often.

Oh, that's better.

'Ropes, saws, hammers'

'a blender, plastic bags.'

What's he up to?

[woman screams]

(male #1) 'Alright, you've been askin' for this.'

(female #1) 'What're you doing?'

'No! No!'

'Put that away.'

[woman screams]

(man on TV) 'We'll get back to "Coppers" right after these messages.'

[laughs]

TV.

Wooks like Granny got caught up in the theater of the mind.

I don't know what Mr. Calculus is up to over there

'but I haven't seen his wife for days.'

I don't like it. I don't like it one bit.

I think something's happened to her.

The next time Mr. Calculus leaves his apartment

I want you three to sneak over there

and look for clues to Gertrude's whereabouts.

[door opens]

Okay, boys, move 'em out.

[Sylvester grunts]

[Sylvester grunts]

Huh?

[yelling]

Oh! Oh!

- Whoa! Whoa! - Oh! Oh!

- Houston, we have a pwoblem. - Boys, settle down.

[rope snaps] Oh!

crash

[all groan]

I'm pwoof that fwyin' is safer than travewing by basket.

[Tweety gasps]

Help! The puddy tat is after me.

- 'Help!' - Hmm?

(Tweety) 'Help!'

[growling]

'Help!'

[grunting]

[Sylvester whimpering]

Phew!

thud

[Sylvester yelling]

crash

Hmm? Hm?

Aw.

Looks like puddy got canned.

Why you little..

[grunting]

[Sylvester groaning]

I hope the boys are gathering some good clues.

[Sylvester yowling]

Huh?

[Calvin whistling]

Uh-oh. Here comes trouble.

Stop pwaying, puddy tat and puppy dog.

Mr. Calculus is coming back.

Hide in here, puppy dog.

[door closes]

[door opens]

[door creaks]

[door closes]

[groans]

[ripping]

squeak

[water splattering]

What are you animals up to in here?

I could ask you the same thing, Mr. Calculus.

If that's your real name.

What do you mean?

What have you done with your wife?

Nothing.

(Granny) 'Oh, come on, Mr. Calculus.'

'Do you really expect me to believe that?'

(together) Unh-unh. Unh-unh. Unh-unh.

(Gertrude) 'Calvin, dear. I'm home from mother's.'

Huh?

That better be Gertrude's twin sister.

Gertrude decided to spend a few days at her mother's.

[Granny chuckles]

(Granny) 'But what were you doing with all those tools?'

Ta-dah!

'Happy anniversary, dear.'

Ah!

I sculpted it myself.

Oh, Calvin, I'll never make fun of your hobbies again.

mwah mwah mwah

(Granny) 'So, Gertrude went to stay with her mother'

because she didn't want to hear all the noise

from Calvin's sculpting.

[Granny chuckles]

'Isn't that silly, Sylvester?'

Poor puddy tat.

You were the victim of Dwanny's overactive imagination.

That, that was an exciting program, wasn't it?

Looks like Granny's imagination got the better of her.

[sighs] And this little bird got the best

of that old puddy tat.

Well, Tweety, do you have anything to add?

Wet's just say puddy was the victim of foul play.

[inhales sharply]

[imitating Alfred] Good evening.

[theme music]