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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 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 wook awound 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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(Sylvester) Downtown Los Angeles, California

home to 9 million people, famed landmarks

cultural centers, professional sporting teams

and thousands of restaurants.

The mayor has called Granny

to his own personal greasy spoon

where the only good thing is that dogs aren't allowed

inside, and the downside is that they serve

homemade coleslaw on everything.

Sheesh.

Granny, I feel that I'm..

[gulping]

...being targeted.

'First, every freeway-condition sign'

'directs all the traffic to city hall'

'clogging downtown for hours.'

Then all the computers in city offices started

showing only cartoons.

[sighs]

[whirring]

and now..

...I suddenly seem to have a mouse problem

I never had before.

[grunts]

So, Mayor Rumproast

you think your famous restaurant here

is going to be next?

Yes, and that's not the half of it, Granny.

Today I discovered that we'll be getting

a surprise health inspection.

And I had scheduled to have Howell Hoser here

for a remote broadcast about my restaurant.

Eh-eh, how did you know

about a surprise health inspection, Mister Mayor?

Huh?

[clears throat]

If anything goes wrong today, it'll be devastating

to, to, uh, to everyone who works here.

Another coleslaw milk shake, and make it quick, man!

(Granny) 'Now, calm down, your honor.'

Aaah-whoa--whoa!

(Granny) 'We'll get to the bottom of this.'

Eh, now then, why..

Ooh-oooh! That's it, I'm going on a bird-free diet.

[whirs]

Ah, that's more like it.

[blowing raspberry]

Hmm.

Grrrr!

Meowwr!

Rreeeowwrr!

I can't afford to have something else go haywire today.

Howell Hoser will be here any minute now.

What'll I do, Granny? What will I do?

You really shave off 10,000 rooster combs daily

to make candied pimentos?

No. never mind!

I need you to figure out who's behind this

and why they're trying to humiliate me

on public TV.

Well, here we are in another example

of California's Crusty Bronze

a landmark establishment built in 1899.

Just look at all this cool and magnificent stuff.

[gasps] Oh, Howell, I'm so glad you're here.

Let me show you my restaurant.

Pardon me, Mayor.

I can't talk right now.

Here, read a pamphlet.

- Uh-- - Have a pickle.

Over here, Howell, we have our--

Golly, is that big old steely piece of machinery

what I think it is?

'Excuse me, sir'

but does that magnificent

coleslaw-making unit of yours

work under hydraulic steam pressure?

Ahora, no.

[speaking in foreign language]

Please, Howell, there are public health rules

about no wild hair around the food back here.

Oh, my.

Excuse me, Mister Mayor. Excuse me.

Um, not now. Have another pickle.

And if you like, try some other dishes.

Oh!

Ugh!

Grrr!

[groaning]

Awful!

(Howell) Good my! What is this?

Now, what do you suppose has got this frustrated feline

so interested in this dank, musty corner over here?

Oh, look, Howell. Over here is the very booth

where Charlie Chaplin once passed a whole French fry

'right through his nose.'

Such poetic ambience.

Aah! Whoa! Ohh!

[gasps]

[gasps]

Oooooh!

As city health inspector

I'm closing this dump for serving hairy eggs.

No!

[gasping]

Beautiful. Can anything else go wrong today?

(Mayor) 'Oh, my gosh, this is horrible'

simply horrible.

I can't have this happen to me.

Wait, wait! Come back!

'It's all been some sort of mistake.'

Hey, Puddy, don't you wike me anymore?

Back off, featherbrain!

There are easier goodies for me to get.

Tsk, tsk. Just pitiful.

Let's speed this up, puddy.

We only got four minutes weft.

[inhales deeply]

Hi-yaah!

[gasps] Yoww!

Hey, puddy, you're missing out on a whole smorgasbord!

Come back in!

It seems there's been some

sort of misunderstanding.

I run the cleanest establishment in town.

[gasps]

[whimpering]

You really fry enough bacon

to fill the coliseum with hog grease each day?

Aaah, uuhhh!

Where are all these mice coming from?

Marvelous, mayor!

You were harboring a hundred destitute pet rodents

in a little wall zoo

out of the goodness of your big old California heart.

Sowwy about that, puddy.

Guess I don't know my own stwength.

[Sylvester groaning]

[grunting]

Ahh!

Eeeee!

I don't know what you're trying to pull here.

[crash]

[clucks]

[grunts]

Aaah!

Aaah-ha-haa!

I didn't know mice could..

[screams]

...pack such a wallop.

What's going on around here?

Aha! So you two are behind all of this.

It was your dedicated, underpaid staff

that's been causing all of your problems.

We're all out-of-work digital technicians, man.

Yeah, the studios lured us with big bucks

to quit school pre-graduation

and come work for their digital animation divisions

a few years back.

Then they discovered that it was easier

to teach an artist to work on the computer

than it was to teach a tech to be an artist.

(both) Then they, like, laid us off.

And now we're far too old and unhip

to sell a show to a network.

(all) Mm-hmm.

Without sheepskins, we were forced to find some way

to use our only skills

to send some kind of, you know, convoluted message.

But why my city? Why my restaurant?

Why me?

Well, let's see, mayor.

You're married to the former wife

of a certain studio head

whose people promised all these misguided youth

something he couldn't deliver.

See a pattern here?

Not yet, but my head hurts now.

Shame on you boys for causing so much grief to the mayor.

Yeah, but, like, what are we supposed to do

with our lives?

Hmm, well, you know

I could use a couple of clever guys like you in politics.

Well, this place is still unsanitary.

Golly, it must be really thrilling

to be a health inspector.

Can you tell me more about your exciting job?

Oh, can I!

I know all the filthy spots

deep inside the seedy underbelly of this town.

Sounds like a show to me.

You know, perhaps I was too quick

to judge this restaurant.

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(Granny) Well, Tweety, I guess we could call this case solved.

I think.

I call it another example

of Cawifornia's cwusty bwonze.

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