The Sylvester & Tweety Mysteries (1995–2001): Season 2, Episode 5 - Curse of De Nile/Hawaii 33-1/3 - full transcript
'Say, Tweety, knock, knock.'
'Who's there, puddy tat?'
'Little old lady.'
'Wittle old wady, who?'
'I didn't know you could yodel.'
Ach du lieber!
Someone has tampered
with mine accordion!
Mine wooden reeds
have been replaced
with wooden duck calls!
What am I going to do?
Ze big dance competition is tonight
undevery accordion in town
has had its reeds switched
with party noisemakers!
Who would do such a thing?
I know nothing!
When I heard this year's tournament
was going to be held in Germany
I thought it was a tad far.
But I'll go anywhere for a poker fest.
"Polka Fest?"
Oh-ho-ho, it must have been a typo.
Looks like dwanny needs new dlasses.
Well, I can see just fine.
Chomp
Sheesh!
Talk about your light lunch.
Say, what's the big idea?
I am Dussel undzis is Dorf.
We would like to have your
little yellow birdie now.
Thank you very much.
Just a minute, bub.
That's my little yellow bird.
And if you want him you'll have
to go through me to get him.
Ooh! I don't like the sound of that.
Well, if that's the way you like it
'Mr. Girly Pussycat.'
thwack
Where is that beautiful
music coming from?
Oh, the Root Beer Garden.
Well, boys, what do you say we partake
in a couple of tall
ones while we're here?
Pardon, fraulein,but you
must check the bird with us.
Ya, fraulein, no bird is allowed
in the Root Beer Garden.
Oh, well, alright.
Tweety, you stay here
and I'll collect you in a few minutes.
Be a good little birdie.
Hmm..
Bam
crash
Bad old puddy tat.
I'm usually tone-deaf
but this music's got my toes tappin'.
Granny also needs a new hearing aid.
Hmm?
Huh? Hmm.
Oh.
Ah.
Guten tag.
My name is John Eric
Jingleheimer Schmidt.
Oh, I-I'm Granny.
Nice to meet you, John
Eric Jingleheimer Schmidt.
Call me just John.
Oh, thank you for the
root beer, Just John.
So zen, would you like to polka
with me at the tournament tonight?
Me? Oh-ho-ho, oh, I'm flattered.
But I..
Good zen. It is done.
I will meet you at the
auditorium tonight.
Until zen.
Good. Good.
Hmm.
Ha!
Pardon me, HerrPussycat.
Would you like to dance with me?
Um..
Ugh!
Swish
Here I go again.
Ouch!
Thud
thud
crash
I don't know about you,
but I'm gettin' dizzy.
Screech
Ay!
Wooks like I'm fwying
the unfwiendly skies.
We make the Red Baron
look like a girly baron.
Ja.
Crash
thud
Mmm, fraulein.
You look as scrumptious
as an apple strudel.
Only not so fattening I hope.
Achtung,ze polka competition
is about to begin.
Now, remember, if during ze dance
ze judges tap you on ze shoulder
you must leave ze floor!
May ze best "Oompah-pah" win.
Shall we dance?
'Oh-ho-ho, hot diggity!'
I've got the music in me.
Thud
Ooh, whoa!
Deluxe air bag.
Heavens to schnitzel.
'It's all the missing accordion reeds.'
So, John Eric, you stole
all the accordion reeds.
But why?
All mine life I have
wanted to dance the polka.
Alas, I am tone-deaf.
Ze only way I could keep ze beat
was to replace ze accordion reeds
with zese wacky sounds.
Either I'm still dizzy
or that explanation
takes the German chocolate
upside-down cake.
Well, ze the only dancing
zat you will be doing
is in ze clink!
Goodbye, John Eric
Jingleheimer Schmidt.
Being a bad guy can sure be a pain.
You can sure say zat again.
'Who's there, puddy tat?'
'Little old lady.'
'Wittle old wady, who?'
'I didn't know you could yodel.'
Ach du lieber!
Someone has tampered
with mine accordion!
Mine wooden reeds
have been replaced
with wooden duck calls!
What am I going to do?
Ze big dance competition is tonight
undevery accordion in town
has had its reeds switched
with party noisemakers!
Who would do such a thing?
I know nothing!
When I heard this year's tournament
was going to be held in Germany
I thought it was a tad far.
But I'll go anywhere for a poker fest.
"Polka Fest?"
Oh-ho-ho, it must have been a typo.
Looks like dwanny needs new dlasses.
Well, I can see just fine.
Chomp
Sheesh!
Talk about your light lunch.
Say, what's the big idea?
I am Dussel undzis is Dorf.
We would like to have your
little yellow birdie now.
Thank you very much.
Just a minute, bub.
That's my little yellow bird.
And if you want him you'll have
to go through me to get him.
Ooh! I don't like the sound of that.
Well, if that's the way you like it
'Mr. Girly Pussycat.'
thwack
Where is that beautiful
music coming from?
Oh, the Root Beer Garden.
Well, boys, what do you say we partake
in a couple of tall
ones while we're here?
Pardon, fraulein,but you
must check the bird with us.
Ya, fraulein, no bird is allowed
in the Root Beer Garden.
Oh, well, alright.
Tweety, you stay here
and I'll collect you in a few minutes.
Be a good little birdie.
Hmm..
Bam
crash
Bad old puddy tat.
I'm usually tone-deaf
but this music's got my toes tappin'.
Granny also needs a new hearing aid.
Hmm?
Huh? Hmm.
Oh.
Ah.
Guten tag.
My name is John Eric
Jingleheimer Schmidt.
Oh, I-I'm Granny.
Nice to meet you, John
Eric Jingleheimer Schmidt.
Call me just John.
Oh, thank you for the
root beer, Just John.
So zen, would you like to polka
with me at the tournament tonight?
Me? Oh-ho-ho, oh, I'm flattered.
But I..
Good zen. It is done.
I will meet you at the
auditorium tonight.
Until zen.
Good. Good.
Hmm.
Ha!
Pardon me, HerrPussycat.
Would you like to dance with me?
Um..
Ugh!
Swish
Here I go again.
Ouch!
Thud
thud
crash
I don't know about you,
but I'm gettin' dizzy.
Screech
Ay!
Wooks like I'm fwying
the unfwiendly skies.
We make the Red Baron
look like a girly baron.
Ja.
Crash
thud
Mmm, fraulein.
You look as scrumptious
as an apple strudel.
Only not so fattening I hope.
Achtung,ze polka competition
is about to begin.
Now, remember, if during ze dance
ze judges tap you on ze shoulder
you must leave ze floor!
May ze best "Oompah-pah" win.
Shall we dance?
'Oh-ho-ho, hot diggity!'
I've got the music in me.
Thud
Ooh, whoa!
Deluxe air bag.
Heavens to schnitzel.
'It's all the missing accordion reeds.'
So, John Eric, you stole
all the accordion reeds.
But why?
All mine life I have
wanted to dance the polka.
Alas, I am tone-deaf.
Ze only way I could keep ze beat
was to replace ze accordion reeds
with zese wacky sounds.
Either I'm still dizzy
or that explanation
takes the German chocolate
upside-down cake.
Well, ze the only dancing
zat you will be doing
is in ze clink!
Goodbye, John Eric
Jingleheimer Schmidt.
Being a bad guy can sure be a pain.
You can sure say zat again.