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[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 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 ♪

♪ Someday I'll eat that darn canary ♪

♪ And then I'll be happy yes sirree ♪

♪ But Hector thinks you should be wary ♪

♪ Sylvester & Tweety Mysteries ♪

♪ The chase goes on with each new mission ♪

♪ With backdrops aplenty globally ♪

♪ And through it all they're in contention ♪

♪ Sylvester & Tweety ♪

♪ Mysteries ♪♪

[instrumental music]

(male narrator) Washington, D.C., our nation's capital.

The home of the brave and the free.

Look, Tweety. The White House.

Oh, I must get a photo.

'Oh, dear. It appears we've missed the last tour.'

Oh, I did so want to catch a glimpse of the president.

(male #1) 'I can't do it!'

I can't spend another night in the White House!

It's-it's haunted!

Why, it's President Generic in the flesh!

Oh, well, at least Granny got that glimpse she wanted.

Thanks a lot, guys. I'd have made it out of here

if it hadn't been for those darn security fences.

[buzzing]

Mr. President, this is an honor.

Aah! A black cat!

[slurp] Oof!

Why, it's just Sylvester.

'He wouldn't hurt a fly.'

A canary, maybe, but a fly, never.

It sounds to me like you have a mystery on your hands.

And, as a concerned American citizen

I'd like to humbly offer you my services

as the world's greatest detective, of course.

World's greatest detective, eh?

Well, alright. You can spend the night in the Lincoln bedroom.

But don't disturb the president. Got it?

Oh, my! A night in the White House.

Well, don't you worry.

We'll get to the bottom of this haunting.

I am so glad you're on the case, Granny.

Why, thank you, Mr. Vice president.

I see that you recognize me.

Well, actually, I read your name badge.

Oh...well...ahem.

Let me know if you need any help, but right now

I'm really busy. Gotta go.

I'm sorry, Hector.

They don't allow dogs in the White House.

But they have a very nice doghouse out back.

[door opens]

Huh?

(Granny) And you've got a nice bed right over here, Sylvester.

'I'm sure you won't mind sharing with the first kitty.'

Huh?

Sheesh! You'd think a joint this swanky

would have an extra bed to spare.

[yawns] Shove over, pal.

And no snoring!

I'm a very light sleeper.

[snoring]

Hmm? Grrr..

[dogs barking]

I'm much too excited to sleep, Tweety.

I'm sure no one would mind

if we take a little tour of our own.

[first kitty snoring]

Yeee..

So...Granny's taking her bird for a little walk, eh?

Well, if I can't sleep

I'll just have to enjoy my other favorite hobby

eating!

[slurping]

President Eisenhower!

Oh! Now, there was a charismatic leader.

I think Granny likes Ike.

And I love birdie!

Hey, puddy, why not add a few condiments

and make this a super-tasty midnight snack?

Hmm..

Well, let's see now, where do they keep

the presidential pickles, peppers

and puh-puh-puh-puh- pumpernickel?

Just a little something to tide me over till morning.

Aah!

[knees knocking] Who-who-who are you?

I'm the ghost of William Howard Taft.

W-William Howard T-Taft?

I was the 27th president, you know.

But do they ever give me any credit?

chomp

No! I mean, why isn't my face on any coins?

W-well, I-I..

Where are the monuments named after me?

Where are the buildings named after me?

If you'd just leave us alone

I'll, uh, I-I'll name-name a bridge after you tomorrow.

I promise!

I don't want some lousy bridge.

I want you to leave the White House...now!

Uh...okay?

- Bingo! - Yaaah!

[groan] Uhh!

(Sylvester) 'Aaaaah!'

Ooh! I hope that didn't hurt half as much

as it sounded like it did.

[crackling]

[muttering]

[belching]

It says here that the east room's so big

Teddy Roosevelt once held wrestling matches here.

Do tell.

My! Will you look at that wonderful piano.

[giggling]

Oh, what fun!

I haven't played since I was a young girl.

Hah!

Oof!

Hmm?

Ooh! Aah! Aah! Aah!

Ooh! Ah! Aah! Ow!

Yaaaah! Aah!

Somehow, you just knew that was gonna happen.

- Oop! - Grrr..

I am the ghost of 27th president William Howard Taft.

[gasp]

Oh, uh, by the way, boo.

Whaaa-haaah!

- Oh, the state dining room. - Whaaaa!

How tasteful.

Look, Tweety. According to the tour map

that's President Monroe's silverware.

Ooh! Ooh! Oh! Oh!

Oooh! Ah! Ah-ah-ah!

My, my. Wasn't President Lincoln

an impressive-looking fellow?

Lincoln! Always with Lincoln.

I'll show you something impressive, lady.

Uh...let's see, now.

Come along, Tweety.

We're off to the Green Room.

[sighing]

We gotta warn Granny!

The president is right!

Uh-oh. Puddy tat doesn't look like

he's getting a good night's sleep at all.

There is a ghost after all!

Well, yawn. Of course there's a ghost.

[crashing]

[Sylvester babbling]

[exclaiming]

Now I know where the expression "scaredy-cat" comes from.

For your information, pal, I'm trying to haunt this place

so if you people don't mind..

[muttering]

[sighing]

[shuddering]

[knees knocking]

Meow. Meow.

Meow. Meow.

- Rowr. - Waaah!

(Granny) 'Oh, look! Ulysses S. Grant.'

How historical.

(William) 'What do you say, hot stuff?' 23-skidoo

you guh-roovy-lookin' chickie-poo.

Why, I never!

Well, honey, maybe you oughta.

[clang] Oof!

[clang]

[thud]

[clanking]

[crash]

[bong]

"Dear, will be at the motel 6 if you need me.

'Love, the president."'

You don't have to send that note, Mr. President.

You can spend the night right here.

I've captured your so-called spook.

ting

blast

Vice President Obsequious! But how?

Alright, I confess.

I wanted to scare everyone off

so I could see what it felt like

to sleep in the presidential bedroom

to sit behind a desk in the Oval Office, just once.

But I never meant any harm.

I just wanted more responsibility.

Tsk-tsk-tsk. You poor dear.

Well, I suppose we could find some way to give you more to do.

Consider yourself pardoned.

Uh-ahem-forgiven, I mean. Ha-ha-ha.

[clapping]

Tell me, Mr. Vice President.

Why, in heaven's name, did you dress up as William Howard Taft?

Well, he was the largest American president.

'I just thought he'd make the scariest ghost.'

Plus, the costume shop was out of Nixon masks.

Maybe you should have looked into a new pair of bvds.

All the news that's fit to print.

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