The Sylvester & Tweety Mysteries (1995–2001): Season 2, Episode 6 - Keep Your Pantheon/London Broiled - full transcript
[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 in
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 look around 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 ♪♪
[instrumental music]
(Sylvester)
Having boarded
the famed Orient Express
none of us knew
that a mysterious spate
of disappearances
would take place
on that very mode of transport.
Um, excuse me, sir.
Could you direct us
to the sleeping compartments?
[gasps]
Hmm?
Oh, dear me.
Would you tell us where to find
the sleeping compartments?
[train whistle blowing]
[Granny exclaims]
Oh! Everyone's in
such a hurry these days.
[instrumental music]
[door creaks]
Oh, I-I-I must have
the wrong room number.
[woman groans]
Well, wasn't it nice of that
young lady to move
to another room?
'And so quickly.'
'Tweety and I will
take this compartment.'
Sylvester, you and Hector
can have the adjacent one.
[both clamoring]
[both gasp]
[panting]
Goodness! I'm famished.
I can't wait to see what they're
serving in the dining car.
[Sylvester slurps]
Hope they have a table.
[door creaks]
Hey! No dogs or cats
in the dining car.
- But the bird's okay.
- 'Oh, sorry, fellows.'
Here's something
to tide you over.
[gasps]
[chomps]
[instrumental music]
Well, Sylvester,
you'll just have to make do.
Phooey!
Yeah, I'll just have to make do.
[squeaks]
slurp
I thought I taw a puddy tat.
[train chugging]
[gasps]
[groans]
[grunts]
[gasps]
Somebody better tell puddy
it's a wot safer
to wide inside the twain.
[squeaking]
Mm.
[Sylvester screams]
[train whistle blowing]
[instrumental music]
[snoring]
Listen, Granny's
vanished from the diner
and you've got to get
'em to stop this train.
[gasps]
No Granny, no food.
[gasps]
[barking]
[indistinct chatter]
My, what's all this ruckus?
[whimpers]
[growling]
(Sylvester)
'Aah!'
thud
[groaning]
thud
[train whistle blowing]
[screams]
The old gal's one heavy sleeper.
[instrumental music]
[door opens]
creak
slurp
This puddy tat
is very persistent.
Ya dotta dive him dat.
[music continues]
[porcelain clinks]
[chomps]
[burps]
Gee,
Granny's table manners are
a wot different when
she eats by herself.
slurp
(Sylvester)
'Hey! That's not Granny.'
[gasps]
[chomping]
[burps]
I'm telling ya,
that's not Granny.
This looks like the perfect
chance to prove myself a hero.
And the sooner
we get Granny back
the faster I get fed.
His heart may not be
in the wight place
but at least his stomach is.
[slurping]
Now, here.. Hey! Lay off.
Let go of me
[both groan]
'Paws off of me, now!"
'Ridiculous..'
(Sylvester)
'Hey, who turned out
the lights?'
[camera shutter clicking]
(male #1)
'Get your hand off..'
'Stop that, you ridiculous..'
[groaning]
Unhand me, you savage feline.
(male #2)
'Watch yourself,
he's probably rabid.'
We'll turn him over to
the pound at the next station.
The next station?
Hey, I'll bet that's when
the kidnapper plans to get off.
I've got a..
[footsteps approaching]
[gasps]
So, Granny,
you weren't smart enough
to evade old Moo Goo Gai Pan.
[giggles]
'God,
I hate it when I say that.'
My little scheme
has worked perfectly
if I do say so myself.
click
[wardrobe door creaks]
zip
Sorry about this, my dear.
'But you know
how I hate to travel light.'
[Moo Goo Gai Pan laughing]
[gasps]
I'll get a handsome ransom
from other passengers
and revenge on you!
zip
Best of all, I'll be able
to pin it on the cuckoo kitty
they've already
seen fit to lock up.
[laughing]
Boy, don't you hate it
when the bad guy
exits laughing diabolically?
[Hector snoring]
[yawns]
[sniffs]
[yawns]
Hmm, Dwanny seems stwange
this morning.
creak
'Ooh,
look at all this evidence.'
'I guess puddy was right
for a change.'
[snoring]
[indistinct whispering]
[yawns]
What?
[train whistle blowing]
Hey, what's going on here?
I locked that
nosy biddy up myself.
[wardrobe door creaks]
zip
[screaming]
Looking for someone
Moo Goo Gai Pan?
No.
Please don't say that name.
But I don't understand.
If you're here,
then who is that in the..
In the baggage compartment?
Why, Sylvester, of course.
Thought we'd give you a little
taste of your own medicine..
[Sylvester grunting]
...Moo Goo Gai Pan.
You know,
I did ask you nicely.
Game's over, Moo-gooey.
Not so fast, my former flame.
[screeching]
[passengers clamoring]
[Sylvester groaning]
Where'd he go? Where's the,
Moo Goo, what's his name?
He vanished. Just like that.
It's in his recurring chawacter
contwact cwause.
zip
thud
Oh!
thud
zip
My! I thought this
train seemed rather empty.
[creaking]
[clamoring]
[screams]
(Sylvester)
'Hey, cut it out.'
thud thud thud
Sheesh.
What a bunch of ingrates.
[theme music]
[theme song]
♪ Whenever there's
a crime or trouble ♪
♪ That no one can solve at all
it seems ♪
♪ That's when they come in
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 look around 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 ♪♪
[instrumental music]
(Sylvester)
Having boarded
the famed Orient Express
none of us knew
that a mysterious spate
of disappearances
would take place
on that very mode of transport.
Um, excuse me, sir.
Could you direct us
to the sleeping compartments?
[gasps]
Hmm?
Oh, dear me.
Would you tell us where to find
the sleeping compartments?
[train whistle blowing]
[Granny exclaims]
Oh! Everyone's in
such a hurry these days.
[instrumental music]
[door creaks]
Oh, I-I-I must have
the wrong room number.
[woman groans]
Well, wasn't it nice of that
young lady to move
to another room?
'And so quickly.'
'Tweety and I will
take this compartment.'
Sylvester, you and Hector
can have the adjacent one.
[both clamoring]
[both gasp]
[panting]
Goodness! I'm famished.
I can't wait to see what they're
serving in the dining car.
[Sylvester slurps]
Hope they have a table.
[door creaks]
Hey! No dogs or cats
in the dining car.
- But the bird's okay.
- 'Oh, sorry, fellows.'
Here's something
to tide you over.
[gasps]
[chomps]
[instrumental music]
Well, Sylvester,
you'll just have to make do.
Phooey!
Yeah, I'll just have to make do.
[squeaks]
slurp
I thought I taw a puddy tat.
[train chugging]
[gasps]
[groans]
[grunts]
[gasps]
Somebody better tell puddy
it's a wot safer
to wide inside the twain.
[squeaking]
Mm.
[Sylvester screams]
[train whistle blowing]
[instrumental music]
[snoring]
Listen, Granny's
vanished from the diner
and you've got to get
'em to stop this train.
[gasps]
No Granny, no food.
[gasps]
[barking]
[indistinct chatter]
My, what's all this ruckus?
[whimpers]
[growling]
(Sylvester)
'Aah!'
thud
[groaning]
thud
[train whistle blowing]
[screams]
The old gal's one heavy sleeper.
[instrumental music]
[door opens]
creak
slurp
This puddy tat
is very persistent.
Ya dotta dive him dat.
[music continues]
[porcelain clinks]
[chomps]
[burps]
Gee,
Granny's table manners are
a wot different when
she eats by herself.
slurp
(Sylvester)
'Hey! That's not Granny.'
[gasps]
[chomping]
[burps]
I'm telling ya,
that's not Granny.
This looks like the perfect
chance to prove myself a hero.
And the sooner
we get Granny back
the faster I get fed.
His heart may not be
in the wight place
but at least his stomach is.
[slurping]
Now, here.. Hey! Lay off.
Let go of me
[both groan]
'Paws off of me, now!"
'Ridiculous..'
(Sylvester)
'Hey, who turned out
the lights?'
[camera shutter clicking]
(male #1)
'Get your hand off..'
'Stop that, you ridiculous..'
[groaning]
Unhand me, you savage feline.
(male #2)
'Watch yourself,
he's probably rabid.'
We'll turn him over to
the pound at the next station.
The next station?
Hey, I'll bet that's when
the kidnapper plans to get off.
I've got a..
[footsteps approaching]
[gasps]
So, Granny,
you weren't smart enough
to evade old Moo Goo Gai Pan.
[giggles]
'God,
I hate it when I say that.'
My little scheme
has worked perfectly
if I do say so myself.
click
[wardrobe door creaks]
zip
Sorry about this, my dear.
'But you know
how I hate to travel light.'
[Moo Goo Gai Pan laughing]
[gasps]
I'll get a handsome ransom
from other passengers
and revenge on you!
zip
Best of all, I'll be able
to pin it on the cuckoo kitty
they've already
seen fit to lock up.
[laughing]
Boy, don't you hate it
when the bad guy
exits laughing diabolically?
[Hector snoring]
[yawns]
[sniffs]
[yawns]
Hmm, Dwanny seems stwange
this morning.
creak
'Ooh,
look at all this evidence.'
'I guess puddy was right
for a change.'
[snoring]
[indistinct whispering]
[yawns]
What?
[train whistle blowing]
Hey, what's going on here?
I locked that
nosy biddy up myself.
[wardrobe door creaks]
zip
[screaming]
Looking for someone
Moo Goo Gai Pan?
No.
Please don't say that name.
But I don't understand.
If you're here,
then who is that in the..
In the baggage compartment?
Why, Sylvester, of course.
Thought we'd give you a little
taste of your own medicine..
[Sylvester grunting]
...Moo Goo Gai Pan.
You know,
I did ask you nicely.
Game's over, Moo-gooey.
Not so fast, my former flame.
[screeching]
[passengers clamoring]
[Sylvester groaning]
Where'd he go? Where's the,
Moo Goo, what's his name?
He vanished. Just like that.
It's in his recurring chawacter
contwact cwause.
zip
thud
Oh!
thud
zip
My! I thought this
train seemed rather empty.
[creaking]
[clamoring]
[screams]
(Sylvester)
'Hey, cut it out.'
thud thud thud
Sheesh.
What a bunch of ingrates.
[theme music]