The Sylvester & Tweety Mysteries (1995–2001): Season 1, Episode 7 - Bull Running on Empty - full transcript
Granny arrives in Pamplona, Spain, to find the thief who stole the priceless Pamplona Periscope.
In Pamplona, Spain, there's
this annual custom
that you're gonna see why I detest.
It all starts with a big block party..
...which the locals call
the San Fermin Festival.
Sheesh.
But, hey, I'm getting way ahead here.
I forgot to mention the priceless
P-P-Pamplonian p-p-p-periscope.
No.
The Pamplona Periscope.
Stolen in broad daylight?
Hello? World's greatest detective?
You must come to Spain immediately
to find the missing Pamplona Periscope.
Calm down, pal.
Sorry, but a man's gotta
do what a man's gotta do.
Better get Granny.
Yahoo!
Goodness, we're here already.
Is mama's little birdie
enjoying the ride?
This is the only way to migrate.
I knew I shouldn't have
gotten that pedicure.
Sylvester, hang on.
Oh, well, it will stop eventually.
Nothing a master mechanic can't fix.
Ew.
Granny, when I had to get the
world's greatest detective..
...I, heh, immediately thought of you.
Thuds
Oh, the pedestal is solid wood.
I see. And what's under this floor?
A narrow crawlspace.
But I assure you, it leads nowhere.
Nowhere but the periscope's case.
We'll have to send someone through here
to check out potential escape routes.
Well, it's about time
that pampered pigeon
pulled his share of the dirty work.
You stay out of danger now, Tweety.
'Oh, Sylvester.'
How nice of you to volunteer
to check this filthy old crawl space.
Pussy need to go on a diet.
And it's gonna consist
of one yellow canary.
Oof!
'Yipe!'
Dirty. It's messy.
'Well, no wonder it's
pitch dark down here.'
Did you ever get the feeling
you was being watched?
Aw, shucks, pussy get
to have all the fun.
Yipe!
Thud
The, uh, museum has a
minor rat problem.
So does Sylvester.
Come back here, you tawny tidbit.
Tweety, stay out of the street!
Heavens, fireworks in the daytime?
That rocket signals the release
of the first group of toros
for the annual running of the bulls.
Who cares about bulls on the run
when my lunch is on the run?
I got you now, you little..
Ow! I get the point.
Goodness, where do the bulls run to?
To the bullring, the Plaza de Toros
where they get to finish off anyone
they missed during the run.
Ooh, those bulls got a strong union.
This shortcut got us here just in time.
Yipe!
'Oh, no!'
Where's a locksmith
when you need one?
Phew.
Oh, he said, "It's locked."
But they wouldn't lock those
doors during a bull run.
This isn't in my travel brochure.
Well, I certainly gave those
bulls a run for my money.
We'll have to catch up
with you later, Sylvester.
When you're done playing, kitty
we'll be in the Pamplona
Hillside Hotel, Room 113.
Oh, pussy gonna be in tiptop shape
when this festival all done.
'Everyone ready for beddy-bye?'
Oh, patience, Hector.
You get the bathroom next.
Time for you to hit the
hay too, Ferdinand.
Thuds
Huh, swell. Granny got
us a room with a view.
Now, for some shut-eye.
Sheesh.
Bring back the bulls.
I hope I can get to
sleep before too long.
Swish
Huh? Mosquitoes are big around here.
Thuds
Suffering succotash, a floor slasher.
Thuds
Phew.
How tempting.
Oh, I hate having a conscience.
Oof.
- Mother.
- Land sakes.
What is it, Sylvester?
I told them at the desk, I don't
want a bed that does tricks.
Is there a movie on this flight?
Yipe.
Fortunately this is one pussy cat
who always lands on his feet.
At least they got a good rest.
My, how Sylvester likes those bulls.
May I please speak with the
caretaker of the bullring?
You mean Senor Gabriel,
our bullring custodian?
He was the best.
What do you mean, was?
His little apartment
was found ransacked
the very morning of the bull run.
So before he could check on the doors
Senor Gabriel met with foul play.
Mind if I borrow this?
Oh, sorry, we're late.
No problem.
It took me extra time to pull
all the Pamplona books you requested.
This is a whole year's worth
of cage-bottom reading.
I'm off to festival.
When you are done, please lock up.
And don't write anything in the margins.
I hate that.
"Years of gamma-ray dating attempts
"have failed to fix
the Pamplonian Periscope's true age."
Oh, my gosh.
Well, now I've learned
more about Pamplona
than I care to know.
'Come along, little doggie.'
We're locked in. Maybe not.
Someone's working hard to stop me.
Do you know what that means? Unh.
Of course you wouldn't, you're a dog.
Hee-ya!
Good thinking, Hector.
Why do bulls find me so appealing?
What's wrong, kitty?
Never seen anyone bull-surfing before?
Can't say that I have.
Yahoo!
Oh, swell, no kitty door.
Thuds
Oh, sure, he's having fun.
Whoever locked the bullring
also locked me in the library.
The lights were against me.
Oh, binoculars.
'Oh, Tweety, I can see
right through you.'
'What's inside that lamp-post?'
'Bingo.'
Thanks to all those gamma rays
these ultraviolet lenses
make it look so bright
'you would even say it glows.'
Works for me.
Timber!
Now that we have the Pamplona Periscope
the culprit will find us.
'Behold, an old nemesis of mine.'
The Spanish Mole.
Ew.
I bet he's the Ty-D-Bol
Man's nemesis too. Pew!
We meet for the last time, Granny.
'Ow!'
thuds
I've heard of running gags,
but this is ridiculous.
So your trained rats
stole the periscope
and took it underground
where you hid it in a lamp-post
until the heat died down.
Mm-hm, mm-hm.
You are under arrest, Spanish Mole
for stealing the Pamplona Periscope
kidnapping Senor Gabriel
and failing to use a
good underarm deodorant.
You are a stinker.
Oh, uh, one wee revision.
Hey. Oh, hey, cut it out.
That tickles. No!
Senor Gabriel was the Spanish Mole
disguised all these years
to gain your trust.
Oh, my. It can not be.
And does anyone know why Senor Gabriel
suddenly closed and locked
the bullring gates?
No. Why?
Beats the heck out of me.
I was hoping you might know.
Oh, isn't that precious?
You inspired us to follow
in your bull-running
footsteps, pussycat.
You see why I hate this stupid custom?
this annual custom
that you're gonna see why I detest.
It all starts with a big block party..
...which the locals call
the San Fermin Festival.
Sheesh.
But, hey, I'm getting way ahead here.
I forgot to mention the priceless
P-P-Pamplonian p-p-p-periscope.
No.
The Pamplona Periscope.
Stolen in broad daylight?
Hello? World's greatest detective?
You must come to Spain immediately
to find the missing Pamplona Periscope.
Calm down, pal.
Sorry, but a man's gotta
do what a man's gotta do.
Better get Granny.
Yahoo!
Goodness, we're here already.
Is mama's little birdie
enjoying the ride?
This is the only way to migrate.
I knew I shouldn't have
gotten that pedicure.
Sylvester, hang on.
Oh, well, it will stop eventually.
Nothing a master mechanic can't fix.
Ew.
Granny, when I had to get the
world's greatest detective..
...I, heh, immediately thought of you.
Thuds
Oh, the pedestal is solid wood.
I see. And what's under this floor?
A narrow crawlspace.
But I assure you, it leads nowhere.
Nowhere but the periscope's case.
We'll have to send someone through here
to check out potential escape routes.
Well, it's about time
that pampered pigeon
pulled his share of the dirty work.
You stay out of danger now, Tweety.
'Oh, Sylvester.'
How nice of you to volunteer
to check this filthy old crawl space.
Pussy need to go on a diet.
And it's gonna consist
of one yellow canary.
Oof!
'Yipe!'
Dirty. It's messy.
'Well, no wonder it's
pitch dark down here.'
Did you ever get the feeling
you was being watched?
Aw, shucks, pussy get
to have all the fun.
Yipe!
Thud
The, uh, museum has a
minor rat problem.
So does Sylvester.
Come back here, you tawny tidbit.
Tweety, stay out of the street!
Heavens, fireworks in the daytime?
That rocket signals the release
of the first group of toros
for the annual running of the bulls.
Who cares about bulls on the run
when my lunch is on the run?
I got you now, you little..
Ow! I get the point.
Goodness, where do the bulls run to?
To the bullring, the Plaza de Toros
where they get to finish off anyone
they missed during the run.
Ooh, those bulls got a strong union.
This shortcut got us here just in time.
Yipe!
'Oh, no!'
Where's a locksmith
when you need one?
Phew.
Oh, he said, "It's locked."
But they wouldn't lock those
doors during a bull run.
This isn't in my travel brochure.
Well, I certainly gave those
bulls a run for my money.
We'll have to catch up
with you later, Sylvester.
When you're done playing, kitty
we'll be in the Pamplona
Hillside Hotel, Room 113.
Oh, pussy gonna be in tiptop shape
when this festival all done.
'Everyone ready for beddy-bye?'
Oh, patience, Hector.
You get the bathroom next.
Time for you to hit the
hay too, Ferdinand.
Thuds
Huh, swell. Granny got
us a room with a view.
Now, for some shut-eye.
Sheesh.
Bring back the bulls.
I hope I can get to
sleep before too long.
Swish
Huh? Mosquitoes are big around here.
Thuds
Suffering succotash, a floor slasher.
Thuds
Phew.
How tempting.
Oh, I hate having a conscience.
Oof.
- Mother.
- Land sakes.
What is it, Sylvester?
I told them at the desk, I don't
want a bed that does tricks.
Is there a movie on this flight?
Yipe.
Fortunately this is one pussy cat
who always lands on his feet.
At least they got a good rest.
My, how Sylvester likes those bulls.
May I please speak with the
caretaker of the bullring?
You mean Senor Gabriel,
our bullring custodian?
He was the best.
What do you mean, was?
His little apartment
was found ransacked
the very morning of the bull run.
So before he could check on the doors
Senor Gabriel met with foul play.
Mind if I borrow this?
Oh, sorry, we're late.
No problem.
It took me extra time to pull
all the Pamplona books you requested.
This is a whole year's worth
of cage-bottom reading.
I'm off to festival.
When you are done, please lock up.
And don't write anything in the margins.
I hate that.
"Years of gamma-ray dating attempts
"have failed to fix
the Pamplonian Periscope's true age."
Oh, my gosh.
Well, now I've learned
more about Pamplona
than I care to know.
'Come along, little doggie.'
We're locked in. Maybe not.
Someone's working hard to stop me.
Do you know what that means? Unh.
Of course you wouldn't, you're a dog.
Hee-ya!
Good thinking, Hector.
Why do bulls find me so appealing?
What's wrong, kitty?
Never seen anyone bull-surfing before?
Can't say that I have.
Yahoo!
Oh, swell, no kitty door.
Thuds
Oh, sure, he's having fun.
Whoever locked the bullring
also locked me in the library.
The lights were against me.
Oh, binoculars.
'Oh, Tweety, I can see
right through you.'
'What's inside that lamp-post?'
'Bingo.'
Thanks to all those gamma rays
these ultraviolet lenses
make it look so bright
'you would even say it glows.'
Works for me.
Timber!
Now that we have the Pamplona Periscope
the culprit will find us.
'Behold, an old nemesis of mine.'
The Spanish Mole.
Ew.
I bet he's the Ty-D-Bol
Man's nemesis too. Pew!
We meet for the last time, Granny.
'Ow!'
thuds
I've heard of running gags,
but this is ridiculous.
So your trained rats
stole the periscope
and took it underground
where you hid it in a lamp-post
until the heat died down.
Mm-hm, mm-hm.
You are under arrest, Spanish Mole
for stealing the Pamplona Periscope
kidnapping Senor Gabriel
and failing to use a
good underarm deodorant.
You are a stinker.
Oh, uh, one wee revision.
Hey. Oh, hey, cut it out.
That tickles. No!
Senor Gabriel was the Spanish Mole
disguised all these years
to gain your trust.
Oh, my. It can not be.
And does anyone know why Senor Gabriel
suddenly closed and locked
the bullring gates?
No. Why?
Beats the heck out of me.
I was hoping you might know.
Oh, isn't that precious?
You inspired us to follow
in your bull-running
footsteps, pussycat.
You see why I hate this stupid custom?