The Sylvester & Tweety Mysteries (1995–2001): Season 1, Episode 11 - Outback Down Under - full transcript

That's the last time we
let you narrate, Hector.

Today we visit the Australian
outback, or bush country.

The bush has mountains,
deserts and sheep ranches.

Lots and lots of sheep ranches.

It's sort of a Ponderosa
for the woolly set.

These sheepnappings are
ruining us, Bruce.

But who's stealing our flocks?

Don't know, Bruce.

Could be the sheep fairy.

Don't get all funny on me, Bruce.

We're gonna call
Australia's greatest hero.



Aye, Alligator Dundee here.

Stolen sheep, is it?

Got no time now, mate.

Aah! Better call Granny.

Whee-hee-hee!

Isn't this exciting, boys?

Can you say "airsick"? Ugh.

Deploy landing gear.

Yife!

Thanks.

No time for a bath, Sylvester.
We have sheep to find.

Did she say sheep?

Nobody told me about shee.. Shee..

Something tells me pussy
might be allergic to wool.



'They was just gone.'

Bruce here thinks it was sheep
fairies, but I say it's thieves.

Thieves would be easier to catch.

How many of the little
dears are missing?

Uh, sheep, ma'am, not deer.

Uh, can't rightly say.

We tried counting them
but kept falling asleep.

Ho-ho-ho. I never get past more
than a dozen or so myself.

Ha, ha.

Uh, who do you suppose might want them?

'I used to buy sheep from
the Bruce brothers.'

Now, everywhere sheep are gone.

And Wolfgang Wolf is known
for his lamb dishes.

Mm. Plenty of mutton on the menu here.

Not that much.

I-I no longer serve lamb jelly.
So there.

Tell me, puddy, do you think
it's 100 percent wool?

I'd say that was a big yes.

Absolutely not.

Use your dessert spoon.

But you have no proof that I've
been receiving stolen sheep.

Baa-baa black sheep Have you any wool?

Oh, what is it, Hector?
You've just had your walkies.

What's this?

"Go to the Northern
Territory, to Borroloola."

Borroloola?

Hee-hee-hee. Sounds like I
have a mouth full of nickels.

Uh, "Go to the Mutt Inn.

Ask for the Ram."

Where did you get this, Hector?

From a bowl of soup?

Still, a clue is a clue.

This place looks like
mutton but trouble.

Excuse me, young man

uh, could you tell me where
I might find the Ram?

A simple "no" would suffice.

I may be allergic to wool

but I'm not allergic to feathers.

Sylvester, Tweety, behave yourselves.

What will these nice people think?

Hector?

Well, at least something
cushioned my fall.

Uh.. Uh.. Uh..

He's having a bad wool day.

'E-e-excuse me. Coming through.'

'Gangway. Lady with a bird.'

'There you go, ma'am.'

Thank you. You're too kind.

There you are.

Are you sportswriters?

Uh, I'm not Dieter Brock.

I'm Little Bo Peep looking
for some lost sheep.

Uh, you wouldn't know where
to find them, would you?

Oh, no, I wouldn't know
anything about that.

- I work for Harry Follicle.
- Harry Follicle?

President of the Save The Sumatran

Rain Forest Association?

No, Harry Follicle, the
imitation-angora king.

Australia's third largest
manufacturer of fluffy sweaters.

I'm helping him build his new factory.

Oh? And just where is he
building this factory?

It was some place called Ayers Rock

and Ayers can keep it.

Now, who do you suppose
would give poor pussy

a lamb's wool umbrella?

Land sakes, kitty, that
cold of yours sounds worse.

'I'll have to give you another
dose of chamomile tea.'

'Maybe I'll find some
wool while we're here'

'and knit you a nice warm sweater
to take that chill off.'

Well..

...it isn't every day
old Harry Follicle

gets a call from the world's
greatest detective.

Well, I needed some angora wool
and I was in the neighborhood.

Can't help you. My
factory isn't built yet.

I'm putting it over there.

And here, I'm gonna
put some more factory

only better than the other part.

And we're gonna put up a
big aluminum rock here

because it's more cost-effective.

I'm sure it will be just lovely.

And, uh, where do you
plan to get your wool?

Ah, that's the trick, isn't it?

Ooh, what's that smell?

Hmm. Something tells me there's
wool in them there hills.

Ooh, the plot congeals.

Uh-oh. They don't look
pleased to see me.

There seems to be a lack of sheep

around Ayers Rock these days.

I don't need no stinking sheep.

I'm buying expensive imported wool.

Hey, I got a factory to build.

Gracious, are you coming
down with Sylvester's cold?

G-g-giant mice?

I haven't suffered
seeing them for years.

Smooth move, Paul Bunyan.

A canary's work is never done.

Let's toss some shrimp on the barbie.

Oh, lucky me.

Whoosh

I know it's not traditional,
but we haven't got all night.

I wonder if we could bother you boys..

...but for directions.

My.

Well, maybe they left
something that might help us.

Hmm, traditional aboriginal people

often resort to native ways.

"The Devil's Marbles."

So much for traditional ways.

Oh, lots of good grazing here.

If I was a sheep, I'd move right in.

The Devil's Marbles.

I must have lost my
marbles to climb up here.

There could be a road to
save us the walk, but, no.

Okay, I'm climbing. I'm climbing.

Sheesh.

So who needs guides?

Creak creak creak

Is-is that your shadow?

- Uh-uh.
- Uh-uh.

Phew.

That's one thing for being a cat.

Nine lives come in handy.

There's a road up here?

Now she tells us.

What's going on here?

I just bought this rock too.

These fellas are trespassers.

What on earth are you going to
do with all those big rocks?

That's not your concern.

And I'll ask you kindly
to stay off my property.

Well, looks like it's
back to Ayers Rock again.

We should have asked for a lift.

Let's review.

We're in an exotic foreign land

Granny's trying to solve some mystery

and I can't nab that bird.

That's my life in a nutshell.

Granny knew there must be an
entrance around here somewhere.

Quit fooling around, puddy.

We're supposed to be helping
Granny find a way in.

Cold.

Ooh, here's another cave.
Getting warmer.

This one's just right.

Jackpot.

Surprise, surprise. What have we here?

No.

Hector, stop this nonsense.

Going to take up knitting, Tweety?

Ah! Where did you get this wool?

Great, now we're sheep stalking.

Thuds

Swell, get Commissioner Gordon

on the phone.

I think we found the Batcave.

Oh, flibbertigibbet! Come on, boys.
This way.

Ugh. Well, at least
we're still together.

My mistake.

Oh, my.

Goodness.

'Little Bo Peep just found her sheep.'

A used sweater store
would clean up here.

Sylvester. Hector.

Oh, my, you two are a sight.

They should carry their own spares.

'Congratulations, Granny.'

You've located my secret holding
pen and found the missing sheep.

Now my attack kangaroos will
see that you're missing too.

Ew!

Come back. It's just a
little nose wash. Oof!

Ha!

Ha!

Ooh, no, you don't.

I knew it was too good to be true.

Wolfgang stole the sheep

and I made a fortune
selling imported wool

to that sap, Harry.

Then I got the sheep back
for my fabulous restaurant.

When did you put it all together?

I didn't. But you just let
the wool out of the bag.

Ha, ha. Crooks are so gabby
when they're caught.

The aborigines got their rock back

and the bad guys were all put away.

Knit one, purl one, knit one,
purl one, knit one, purl one.

Those nice Australians
rewarded us with so much wool

that I can make sweaters
for all of you.

Hold still, Sylvester.

A little wool next to the
skin is the best way

to get rid of a nasty cold.