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[instrumental music]

[theme music]

♪ 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 ♪

♪ Someday 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 aplenty globally ♪

♪ And through it all they're in contention ♪

♪ Sylvester and Tweety ♪

♪ Mysteries ♪♪

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[dramatic music]

Ladies and gentlemen

welcome to the circus.

[audience cheering]

I, Mr. Manes, give you

the flying Fleaoski Brothers!

[gasping]

They're gone!

(Granny) 'Here we are, boys. The Rose Bowl.'

And today, they're hosting their famous Pasadena Flea Market.

Flea market?

[gasps]

[growling]

(Granny) 'Oh, oh, oh. Uh, don't worry, boys.'

It's just the name of the place.

There really aren't fleas at the flea market.

- Huh. - Phew.

Maybe I'll find that set of Abe Lincoln teacups

I've been searching for.

'Thirty-six bucks!'

Hmph, see if I come here again.

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(Manes) Oh, no. Oh, no, no!

Oh, my! What's all this then?

Tragedy has struck.

My circus performers are missing.

- Oh! - Oh, dear.

They must be very tiny performers.

The Fleaoski Brothers are fleas.

You see, I-I run a flea circus.

Oh! I guess there arefleas at the flea market.

Uh-oh, ah..

Anyway, something must be done immediately.

Uh-uh, but this is my day off.

I would be ever so grateful if you could help me out.

All I have to offer is a free pair of tickets

'to my 1:00 p.m. show and..'

'...this worthless set of Abe Lincoln teacups.'

Mr. Manes, I'm on the case.

Muah, muah. Oh-oh. Thank you, thank you, thank you.

[instrumental music]

(male #1) 'Look, honey, I'll bet it's rare.'

(female #1) 'Ooh-uh, uh, how much?'

- 'Not for sale.' - 'Blargh!'

[instrumental music]

[crashing]

Huh?

Ooh. Ooh!

Ah!

[crashing]

[groaning]

[crashing]

[grunting]

Huh!

Aa-a-ah!

Mm-m-a-a-ah-h!

poof

Who dares disturb the genie of the lamp?

Oh-uh, me.

S-S-Sylvester.

Oh, well, then, that's just fine.

Pleased to meet you, Sylvester.

My name is Smokey, I'll be your genie this evening.

A genie of my very own.

Now I can make all my wildest fantasies happen.

[slurps]

[sniffs]

Say, there is no feline around here, is there?

Certainly, I'm a pussycat.

You are? Oh, dear. Oh, dear, I hate cats.

Deathly allergic to them.

[clears throat]

[sneezing]

[Smokey sneezes]

Say, cut that out.

[blows nose] Sorry, I can't help myself.

[sneezing]

- 'There.' - Ouch! That hurt.

Now, about my wishes.

- First, I want a knife. - Oh, no, no, no, no.

That's far too expensive.

- Then I'd like a-- - Oh, no.

That's much too delicate.

- I wish-- - Oh, no, no, no.

That's not allowed by the genie local 839.

For crying out loud.

I'm trying to make a wish here.

No need to be snippy about it.

Well, go ahead, I shan't say another word.

That's better.

Now, I wish to dine

on that little yellow bird.

As you wish.

ting

[slurps]

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[chomps]

Aah.

Peanut butter?

Yuck, I never asked for this.

[buzzing]

Shoo. Shoo!

Get outta here, you big old pest.

Big. Really big.

Scale problems.

[screaming]

thud

Ooh, I have an itch.

Oops, I hope I didn't just twash

one of those poor wittle circus fleas.

(Sylvester) Of all the dirty tricks.

How dare that genie take me at my word.

I tot I taw a teeny weeny puddytat.

Can't I get a moment's peace?

Say, where'd you go?

Down here, buster-r.

Oh, look at that itty bitty kitty.

Ha-ha, very funny.

Make me big again.

Okay, but you're much cuter this way.

poof

That's more like it.

This time I wish to eat that darn canary.

[Smokey sniffles] 'Alrighty, then.'

'As you w-w-w..'

[Smokey sneezes]

[screaming]

Hmm.

swoosh

[snoring]

Huh. What is it now?

Can't a guy get any rest?

This is pre-pre-preposterous.

Why, even I would make a better genie.

Your wish is my command.

What..

Hey-y-y-y-y!

poof

Say, this genie thing ain't half bad.

I could learn to like this.

♪ Oh where oh where have those wittle fleas gone ♪♪

Whoo-hoo. Ooh! Some lamp!

Too bad it's all dusty.

- Huh? - Oof.. Say..

What's the big idea?

I tot I taw a puddygenie.

I did! I did!

You have three wishes.

So wish already.

I left my hair on double-parked.

Ooh, a genie all my own

to do with whatever I want with.

That's what you think, buster.

I'm out of here.

Genie, sit.

Oh, uh.

Oh, the abject humiliation.

There's something very familiar about this genie.

There's gotta be some way out of this.

Ah.

Oh, master, you have two wishes left.

But you could have limitless satisfaction.

- Keep talking. - If you were a genie.

I like it, I like it.

Your wish is my command.

poof

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You know, this genie thing ain't half bad.

poof

Rest period is over.

Now get back to work.

Yeow! Hey, easy.

This is real fur, you know.

[intense music]

[all groaning]

When's the next rest period?

Ten millenniums.

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Don't tell me, not for sale.

(male #2) 'For sale, no, you can have the ugly thing.

[both laughing]

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boom

Now, where could those fleas be?

thud

[chuckles] Why, isn't this a simply

scrumptious piece of bric-a-brac.

- Ooh. - Whoa!

Ooh! Ooh!

There seems to be something in here.

[chuckles] Maybe if I cleaned it up a little..

poof

[both grunt]

[gasps] Oh, my goodness.

How did you two get in there?

Say, I hope I'm not allergic to harems.

[Granny chuckles] 'Congratulations, Sylvester.'

You've found the flea circus.

Another case solved.

[instrumental music]

Muah. Muah. Muah.

Well, I guess you got your wish, puddy.

You always wanted to be in show business.

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