The Sylvester & Tweety Mysteries (1995–2001): Season 1, Episode 12 - It's a Plaid, Plaid, Plaid, Plaid World - full transcript
Granny's cousin calls her to Scotland when the beloved McRory Tartan is stolen.
Here we are on our way to Scotland
known for its fertile
land, hearty livestock
and somewhat thrifty citizens.
Oh, yeah, they also like to
eat mushed up sheep guts. Ew.
"Dear cousin..
"...our beloved town of Fergussie
"has befallen a terrible tragedy.
"We have been robbed of our plaid.
"There's nary an argyle
sock to be found.
"Please come to Scotland
immediately and help us.
"Signed, your fourth
cousin twice removed
Angus MacRorrrrrrrry with eight R's."
Ready, boys?
Aah!
MacGeronimo!
Mick Jagger!
Out with you now, you vagabond.
You belong with Granny.
'I'm calling to order
this emergency meeting'
'of those who are Mighty Indignant'
at Fabric Filchers of
Extraordinary Deviance.
That's right, we're M.I.F.F.E.D.!
As you know, we've got no plaid.
Without our plaid, we have no kilts.
And without our kilts, how can we play
in the St. Andrea's golf
tournament tomorrow?
I just cannot do it, captain.
I don't have the power.
Next time, I pack your parachute.
He-he-he.
Uh, pardon me.
Could you tell me where I
might find Angus MacRorry?
Yeah, ma'am! He's in the back room!
Uh, excuse me. Up here.
I'm Angus's fourth cousin
twice removed, Granny.
A real pleasure. I'm Myopia.
Follow me.
They're discussing what to
do about that missing plaid.
But if you ask me, it's an
awfully silly meeting to have.
Now, just because we have
no skirts, are we not men?
Aye. What to do?
Ooh, this is a woodpecker's paradise.
Men, our government-sanctioned
moments of silence
have been answered.
Meet my fourth cousin
twice removed, Granny.
Angus, I got here as soon as I could.
Will you help us?
A good tailor might be
more of a help just now
but I'll do what I can.
Hip, hip, hooray!
If it's a peep show you're expecting
that'll be two bob.
Yes, it was a tad sad to see
all the lads clad without plaid.
Yike!
Reservations?
Yes, quite a few.
Could I have your name?
You could, but it'd be
quite a coincidence.
My, what an interesting coat of arms.
Why, thank you.
It came with a matching pair of pants.
Ah, very good. Granny.
'Oh. A giant hairball with eyes.'
We got no plaid but we're
about to get kilt.
Whoa, whoa!
Gossamer here will gladly help you
with your luggage.
Hmm?
Oh! Ahh.
Blasted game!
Why, cousin, I thought golf
was a game of relaxation.
I am relaxed!
Need help! Oooh! Aah! Ow!
Oh-ho! Ouch! Aah!
Oww!
Why, Angus, are you alright?
Oh, Granny, I just got word that
me partner, Haggis MacRorry
has got himself a wee
bit of the sniffles
and won't be playing with me tomorrow.
Oh, nothing serious, I hope.
It was his drafty barrel
with the knotholes.
We tried to plug it up, but
I'm afraid it was too late.
Well, I'm no Jack Nicholson
but I could swing
pretty good in my day.
You? My golfing partner?
Well, I'll admit I
might be a tad rusty.
I guess you're right, cousin.
With the tournament tomorrow
I suppose I'll have to make do.
Now, the first thing you want
to do is address the ball.
Hello, ball.
It's going to be a long day.
Swish swish swish
Huh? Uh? Uh?
Hit me.
Now, for the millionth time, Granny
your head down and your arms straight.
Three!
I hit it.
Aye, you did.
Perhaps you could be
my partner after all.
Well, fire up another one.
I'm on a roll.
Ooh!
But, cousin, that was my only ball.
Been in the family for generations.
We've got to find it.
Hector.
'Come here, boy.'
Fetch the ball, Hector.
Aye.
Good boy, Hector.
Big deal. A boomerang that drools.
Say, cousin, would you mind
if I enlisted your pooch here
as my caddy in tomorrow's game?
He's a fine retriever, he is.
Would you like that, Hector?
Oh, Heathcliff. Ha-ha-ha!
I think it's time for
me to bag those pipes.
Mm. Time for a post-midnight snack.
Hah! Ah!
Biff
Shh!
'This looks like some
fancy washing machine.'
'I bet this is leading
up to something.'
Ooh, puddy, will you
look at all that plaid?
I've done it. I've done it.
I've reduced the entire
MacRorry clan tartan
into one single drop.
'Gossamer, turn off that
blasted bagpipe music.'
Now, be a good assistant
and bring me the
concentrated liquid plaid.
'Be very careful, Gossamer.
It's highly volatile.'
No! Aah! Aaah! Aaah!
No one will ever look for it here.
Come, Gossamer.
I'll treat you to some warm
milk and graham haggis.
Puddy, we gotta get that
ball and bring it to Granny.
What's this "We" stuff?
You want it, you get it.
I'm sure Granny would love to see this.
Why, you little yellow blackmailer.
Ain't I a stinker?
My fellow Scots, our
big day is upon us.
And though we have been
faced with great adversity
it's time to step up
and meet the challenge
in the grand MacRorry tradition.
Are you ready, men?
It's a crying shame.
Did he say, "Crying Game?"
Ooh, where is she?
Come on, the tournament's starting.
I can hardly MacWait.
'Hoot, mon!'
Ahh.
Ahh.
If we can conquer the little Loch Mess
the trophy will be ours.
Ooh!
Hmm.
Ahh.
- Thanks.
- Rahh.
Psst, puddy, do you
have that golf ball?
What do you think, pip-squeak?
I slipped it in my pocket right here.
It's-it's the ball.
Uh-huh?
Ha!
Aah!
Look.
Uh-oh.
Cousin, if you can't control
your animals, you're going to have
to leave the course.
What's this black speck?
"Concentrated plaid?" Aha!
The creepy desk clerk is
behind that missing plaid.
I was blinded by her beauty.
It happens.
Myopia?
It was the plaid that caused
your nearsightedness, wasn't it?
Why, you're a regular Matlock Holmes.
You know, I came into this world
with perfect 20-20 vision
only to have my sight assaulted
every day with plaid.
It was just too much for me to take.
Take them away, officers.
Angus, no!
Duck and cover, folks.
Yipe!
The missing MacRorry tartan.
Ach!
It's lovely.
known for its fertile
land, hearty livestock
and somewhat thrifty citizens.
Oh, yeah, they also like to
eat mushed up sheep guts. Ew.
"Dear cousin..
"...our beloved town of Fergussie
"has befallen a terrible tragedy.
"We have been robbed of our plaid.
"There's nary an argyle
sock to be found.
"Please come to Scotland
immediately and help us.
"Signed, your fourth
cousin twice removed
Angus MacRorrrrrrrry with eight R's."
Ready, boys?
Aah!
MacGeronimo!
Mick Jagger!
Out with you now, you vagabond.
You belong with Granny.
'I'm calling to order
this emergency meeting'
'of those who are Mighty Indignant'
at Fabric Filchers of
Extraordinary Deviance.
That's right, we're M.I.F.F.E.D.!
As you know, we've got no plaid.
Without our plaid, we have no kilts.
And without our kilts, how can we play
in the St. Andrea's golf
tournament tomorrow?
I just cannot do it, captain.
I don't have the power.
Next time, I pack your parachute.
He-he-he.
Uh, pardon me.
Could you tell me where I
might find Angus MacRorry?
Yeah, ma'am! He's in the back room!
Uh, excuse me. Up here.
I'm Angus's fourth cousin
twice removed, Granny.
A real pleasure. I'm Myopia.
Follow me.
They're discussing what to
do about that missing plaid.
But if you ask me, it's an
awfully silly meeting to have.
Now, just because we have
no skirts, are we not men?
Aye. What to do?
Ooh, this is a woodpecker's paradise.
Men, our government-sanctioned
moments of silence
have been answered.
Meet my fourth cousin
twice removed, Granny.
Angus, I got here as soon as I could.
Will you help us?
A good tailor might be
more of a help just now
but I'll do what I can.
Hip, hip, hooray!
If it's a peep show you're expecting
that'll be two bob.
Yes, it was a tad sad to see
all the lads clad without plaid.
Yike!
Reservations?
Yes, quite a few.
Could I have your name?
You could, but it'd be
quite a coincidence.
My, what an interesting coat of arms.
Why, thank you.
It came with a matching pair of pants.
Ah, very good. Granny.
'Oh. A giant hairball with eyes.'
We got no plaid but we're
about to get kilt.
Whoa, whoa!
Gossamer here will gladly help you
with your luggage.
Hmm?
Oh! Ahh.
Blasted game!
Why, cousin, I thought golf
was a game of relaxation.
I am relaxed!
Need help! Oooh! Aah! Ow!
Oh-ho! Ouch! Aah!
Oww!
Why, Angus, are you alright?
Oh, Granny, I just got word that
me partner, Haggis MacRorry
has got himself a wee
bit of the sniffles
and won't be playing with me tomorrow.
Oh, nothing serious, I hope.
It was his drafty barrel
with the knotholes.
We tried to plug it up, but
I'm afraid it was too late.
Well, I'm no Jack Nicholson
but I could swing
pretty good in my day.
You? My golfing partner?
Well, I'll admit I
might be a tad rusty.
I guess you're right, cousin.
With the tournament tomorrow
I suppose I'll have to make do.
Now, the first thing you want
to do is address the ball.
Hello, ball.
It's going to be a long day.
Swish swish swish
Huh? Uh? Uh?
Hit me.
Now, for the millionth time, Granny
your head down and your arms straight.
Three!
I hit it.
Aye, you did.
Perhaps you could be
my partner after all.
Well, fire up another one.
I'm on a roll.
Ooh!
But, cousin, that was my only ball.
Been in the family for generations.
We've got to find it.
Hector.
'Come here, boy.'
Fetch the ball, Hector.
Aye.
Good boy, Hector.
Big deal. A boomerang that drools.
Say, cousin, would you mind
if I enlisted your pooch here
as my caddy in tomorrow's game?
He's a fine retriever, he is.
Would you like that, Hector?
Oh, Heathcliff. Ha-ha-ha!
I think it's time for
me to bag those pipes.
Mm. Time for a post-midnight snack.
Hah! Ah!
Biff
Shh!
'This looks like some
fancy washing machine.'
'I bet this is leading
up to something.'
Ooh, puddy, will you
look at all that plaid?
I've done it. I've done it.
I've reduced the entire
MacRorry clan tartan
into one single drop.
'Gossamer, turn off that
blasted bagpipe music.'
Now, be a good assistant
and bring me the
concentrated liquid plaid.
'Be very careful, Gossamer.
It's highly volatile.'
No! Aah! Aaah! Aaah!
No one will ever look for it here.
Come, Gossamer.
I'll treat you to some warm
milk and graham haggis.
Puddy, we gotta get that
ball and bring it to Granny.
What's this "We" stuff?
You want it, you get it.
I'm sure Granny would love to see this.
Why, you little yellow blackmailer.
Ain't I a stinker?
My fellow Scots, our
big day is upon us.
And though we have been
faced with great adversity
it's time to step up
and meet the challenge
in the grand MacRorry tradition.
Are you ready, men?
It's a crying shame.
Did he say, "Crying Game?"
Ooh, where is she?
Come on, the tournament's starting.
I can hardly MacWait.
'Hoot, mon!'
Ahh.
Ahh.
If we can conquer the little Loch Mess
the trophy will be ours.
Ooh!
Hmm.
Ahh.
- Thanks.
- Rahh.
Psst, puddy, do you
have that golf ball?
What do you think, pip-squeak?
I slipped it in my pocket right here.
It's-it's the ball.
Uh-huh?
Ha!
Aah!
Look.
Uh-oh.
Cousin, if you can't control
your animals, you're going to have
to leave the course.
What's this black speck?
"Concentrated plaid?" Aha!
The creepy desk clerk is
behind that missing plaid.
I was blinded by her beauty.
It happens.
Myopia?
It was the plaid that caused
your nearsightedness, wasn't it?
Why, you're a regular Matlock Holmes.
You know, I came into this world
with perfect 20-20 vision
only to have my sight assaulted
every day with plaid.
It was just too much for me to take.
Take them away, officers.
Angus, no!
Duck and cover, folks.
Yipe!
The missing MacRorry tartan.
Ach!
It's lovely.