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 and Tweety Mysteries ♪

♪ It may be day or night whenever ♪

♪ Conditions are right for them to flee ♪

♪ Some how it still all 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 a-plenty globally ♪

♪ And through it all they're in contention ♪

♪ Sylvester and Tweety ♪

♪ Mysteries ♪♪

[instrumental music]

(Sylvester) Granny was taking us to a crime solvers convention

in Crimea when we unexpectedly

made a little stopover in Istanbul.

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Huh?

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(man on PA) 'Last call for Turkey.'

'All ashore who's going ashore'

'for Turkey.'

"Turkey?"

slurp

Now, we're talkin'.

Save me a drumstick.

Huh?

[gasps]

Oh, Sylvester

where are you going?

'Stop this instantly.'

I don't see any turkey dinner any place.

Uh, say, boss, when are we gonna get that turkey dinner?

How many times do I gots to tell youse

we is in Turkey but there ain't no turkey dinner.

So, zip youse lip.

Mmm, mm-mm.

[gasps] No turkey in Turkey?

Uh, there oughta be a law about namin' places

after something as tasty as turkey.

Hmph.

Poor puddy tat, birds aren't to blame

and I think they laid an egg.

Hmm, guess I'll just have to settle

for a little yellow Turkish delight.

- Huh! - Sylvester.

You've been a very naughty pussycat.

Now, we better get back to the ship before..

[foghorn blaring]

Flippity jibbet.

The ship sailed without us.

[sighs] Oh, we may as well make the most of our stay.

Let's see. What is there to do in Istanbul?

Topkapi was the home of sultan for centuries.

And here in the royal treasury

the sultans kept their most prized possession.

The "I" of Istanbul.

[dramatic music]

Next we will see..

Huh.

Oh.

Okay.

We are now entering

the harem hair and beauty boutique

which once employed 1001 manicurists.

[instrumental music]

Oh, say what a lovely view.

[gulps] Maybe for you.

[screaming]

Uh, way to go, boss.

crash

[alarm blaring]

Hey!

Chase it before the coppers come.

[gasps]

Help, the "I" of Istanbul has been stolen.

Oh, good mystery to solve.

Somebody must help

for what is Istanbul without the "I?"

Stanbul.

Stand back!

We'll handle it from here.

Oh!

[sniffing]

[choking]

Alright, pussycat, cough it up.

meow meow meow

Mugsy, do your stuff.

Uh, okay, boss.

squeak

Ahh!

Ah-ah-bleh! Not me.

- Oh. - Search the cat, bugwit!

Not me!

Uh, oh, yeah.

[grunting]

meow meow meow

Nincompoop.

That rubber glove ain't even sterile.

squeak

A mug can never be too hygienic.

[choking]

Uh, apple.

Uh, hairball.

Uh, toy.

Say, I wondered where that went.

Uh, I can't find no diamond, Rocky.

Then, it looks like we'll have to do

a more intense procedure.

[gasps]

[intense music]

Yikes!

Sedate our patient, Dr. Mugsy

whilst I prepare for open feline surgery.

[grunting]

(Granny) 'Yoo-hoo, is somebody in there?'

It's that detective dame. Let's blow.

Sheesh! Gotta let Granny know

what's she looking for in here

before I become violin strings.

[meowing]

Sylvester, you can't possibly be hungry.

Why, I gave you an apple not 20 minutes ago.

meow

Sylvester, you cannot eat my magnifying glass.

Agh! Sufferin' succotash.

Do I have to sketch her a schematic?

Hey.

[dramatic music]

meow meow

Oh, I'll never understand this modern art.

Oh!

Listen, you gotta help me.

If I don't get this stupid diamond out of my stomach

I'm gonna be filet of feline.

with worcestershire sauce.

Sure thing, puddy.

Besides, this could be interesting.

Now, you lie right there

and just stay still, puddy

and we'll have you fixed in no time.

Yeah, you'll have me.. Fixed?

Oops, wrong choice of words.

Let's see, the sun is at 49 degree.

The wind is from the northwest.

gulp

[grunting]

[creaking]

Look out below!

thud

Oh, my aching head.

Sorry about that, puddy.

Maybe this will help.

[grunting]

Bombs away!

thud

Oh.

Oh, looks like puddy is pudding.

Ah, the trouble I go through for that puddy tat.

Promise, you won't eat me.

Phew, somebody needs a breath mint.

I can't eat him, I can't him, I..

[gulp] Ah, what's the hay.

Oops, this is what I get

for trusting that bad ol' puddy.

Hello? Anybody home?

[laughs]

[echoing] 'No.'

(Tweety) 'Boy, looks like puddy is into junk food.'

Pinocchio! He he he!

[whistles]

I tawt I taw a wooden puppet boy.

I did, I did.

Ah, at long last

I finally ate that pesky canary.

Gee, smoke signals are working

but we're running out of wood.

Don't even think about it.

Say, that bird must have been

spicier than I thought.

Wait, that's not heartburn.

[gulping]

Ah.

Cough off that rock

or we will be force to ventilate youse.

[grunting]

Come back here, you big pussycat.

[gasps]

Run for your life.

Chase it! The cat!

Let us perambulate..

splash

[dramatic music]

Oh!

Oh. Oh, goodness, what a mess.

Bad, bad kitty.

Why, Tweety, you found the diamond.

You're just about the best pet

anyone could ever have.

You know, there are certain things I will never stomach.

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