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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 siree ♪

♪ 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 ♪♪

[instrumental music]

[instrumental music]

[knock on door]

Mr. Twang. Mr. Twang, you in there?

Mr. Twang, I got the stuff you ordered.

One fly swatter.

One bug balm! Now, what does he want with these things?

'Doesn't he know he's due on stage in 20 minutes?'

Oh, who cares anyway?

'Who cares about whatever happened to Shorty Twang?'

[engine revving]

Hector. Here, Hector.

sniff sniff sniff

♪ Little birdy sing this song ♪

♪ Doo-da doo-da ♪

♪ Nashville works for five days long ♪

♪ Oh de doo-da day ♪

♪ Going to see the stars ♪

♪ Picking their guitars ♪

[indistinct singing]

♪ All the way today ♪♪

Son.

Huh?

- Ah! - 'Watch out, puddy cat.'

That junk food is woaded with monotodium twudamate.

Oh, yeah?

[growling]

Ding dang, fiddle faddle.

Hurry up, puddy, or dwanny's gonna get you.

[mumbling]

Oh. Ooh!

Tweety! Are you alright, buddy?

Say it ain't so, Tweets.

Say it ain't..

Sylvester.

(man on TV) 'From country music city'

'USA, Nashville, Tennessee'

it's time for

'The Grand Old Hoedown.'

Poor birdie.

A little Shorty Twang will make

my little Tweety feel better.

(Granny) 'I wonder what's keeping Hector.'

Hector, here boy.

- Aww! Hey, there, hound dog. - Huh?

Aah!

Slow down, Hector, slow down.

(man on TV) 'And now, here's tonight's host.'

'Potter Winnymaster.'

Man, you're the greatest audience I've ever seen.

[audience applauding]

♪ Aaaa-aaa-aaaa-aaa ♪

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♪ Aaaa-aaa-aaaa-aaa ♪

[audience exclaiming]

♪ She'll be comin' around to Nashville when she comes ♪

♪ She'll be singin' on the hoedown when she comes ♪♪

Oh, my goodness.

Where is Shorty Twang?

'He's missing from his usual spot'

'in the opening number.'

He's missin'?

What about me, for Pete's sake?

Now I've travelled this great land

and I know what cats like, yes, sir.

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A mouth waterin'

smoke house glazed ham.

And a fried chicken leg.

Mm-hmm!

Now take this drumstick, please.

Gee! Thanks, fella.

slurp slurp

buzz

[laughing]

chomp chomp chomp

Burp!

Oh, listen. I didn't appreciate that.

Now, hold on.

[grunts]

When I come up again, you'll get some real

down home cookin', I promise.

Shorty Twang. Shorty Twang.

Ah-ha.

"Shorty Twang is a Hoedown regular and never misses

the Saturday night opening number."

Maybe he'll show up after the commercial.

I'll stay tuned, just to make sure.

One, three, two, have I got a surprise for you.

[laughs]

splat

Surprise...surprise.

Ooh.

[laughing]

It's far out.

Oop.

[laughs]

splash

Well, that's all for tonight, folks.

We'll see y'all again next week on the grand old hoedown.

'And still no Shorty Twang.'

I've been rooked.

I'll turn Nashville upside down to find Shorty Twang.

But first, I'll let Sylvester out of the bathroom.

[gasps] Sylvester!

[mellow music]

Nashville sure looks great for my front-row cage.

Hmpf, and I get to see

this hillbilly heaven from a cat carrier.

Have some pumpkin, country bumpkin.

splat

You.

[clamoring]

Don't look inside.

It's horrible.

[elephant trumpeting]

I told you not to look, poochie.

Ah!

(Granny) 'Settle down, Hector.'

Howdy, cuz.

[barking]

'Hector!'

[barking]

Hector, you get down this instant.

Hector.

[both laughing]

Apparently, some pets get frisky in this country air.

Maybe music will calm you savage beasts.

(male announcer on radio) 'Shorty Twang, season citizen hoedown star'

'has not appeared on the show in many weeks, folks.'

'And hoedown official say they don't miss Shorty.'

Fiddle faddle, Shorty is the twang in country music.

vroom

(Granny) 'Hee-haw.'

Shorty's not here.

- Hee-haw. - I'm in pursuit, Joe.

Or here.

- We switched train.. - That was a bad hook-up, y'all.

[clamoring]

[sputters]

[coughing]] He's not here either.

'Hey, this doll's mad as a cow.'

- 'They got them ding dongs.' - 'Yahoo.'

[horn blaring]

crash

(Granny) 'Shorty's certainly not here.'

And they say all the nuts are in California.

Here we are. The Southern Lineage Society.

Why didn't I think of this before?

Shorty Twang. I don't seem to recall.

Uh, must be a distant branch of the South Georgia Twangs.

- New money, you know. - Thanks.

- She's fly for an old lady. - I got Gilly and the team.

(crowd) Yahoo!

[horn blaring]

[indistinct chatter]

(Shorty) 'Well, it's time to hit the trail, stand-up buddies.'

I'mma hangin' up my spurs.

But I'm not retiring to the old bunk-house just yet.

[indistinct chatter]

[tire screeching]

[siren wailing]

I need to make a pit stop.

I'll only be a moment.

And no monkey business out of you two.

Now, you see what the music business has taught me is

'I can move on from singing to managing.'

Why, it's Shorty Twang.

I haven't felt this emotional

since we saw Liberachi in Las Vegas.

When's chow time, Bunky?

Ooh.

[whistling]

[yelps]

[whistling]

And now, to all you beautiful ladies

I'm proud to present my great singing discovery.

'He might be little but he is dynamite.'

'Let's give a "Shoebox Opry" welcome to Lonesome Roach.'

[audience applauds]

[indistinct chatter]

Hello, ladies.

Ooh, he talks.

I maybe an old roach tonight.

But I'll be a new roach in the morning.

[laughs]

♪ I'll be a new roach in the morning ♪

♪ A new roach in the morning ♪

♪ A new roach in the morning ♪♪

[laughs]

[indistinct chatter]

[laughing]

Ooh, that Lonesome's gonna be president one day.

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