The Sylvester & Tweety Mysteries (1995–2001): Season 2, Episode 8 - One Froggy Throat/Mush Ado About Nothing - 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
and on the double ♪
♪ Sylvester & Tweety
Mysteries ♪
♪ It might be day
or night whenever ♪
♪ Conditions are right
for them to flee ♪
♪ Somehow it all
still fits together ♪
♪ Sylvester & Tweety
Mysteries ♪
♪ If there's a full moon ♪
♪ An old house
with rotten stairs ♪
♪ Just wook around you ♪
♪ Chances are we'll be there ♪
♪ Someday I'll eat
that darn canary ♪
♪ And then I'll be happy
yes-siree ♪
♪ But Hector thinks
you should be wary ♪
♪ Sylvester & Tweety
Mysteries ♪
♪ The chase goes on
with each new mission ♪
♪ With backdrops aplenty
globally ♪
♪ And through it all
they're in contention ♪
♪ Sylvester & Tweety ♪
♪ Mysteries ♪♪
[instrumental music]
whizz
There, there,
Sylvester and Hector.
'The nice people who run
the Eu-Trek tulip festival'
want me to find
who's been smuggling
their prize winning tulip bulbs
out of Holland.
'That's why I arranged to have
the pair of you boarded.'
[both whining]
Oh, come now.
You two would be about
as welcome in a flower show
as twin porcupines
in a balloon factory.
Besides,
they say the accommodations
are very nice
at the Amsterdam Kennel.
Amsterdam Kennel, humph.
It's-s time I made
s-some arrangements-s of my own.
[squeaking]
[Hector whining]
So long, passenger 57.
[laughter]
[howling]
vroom
Follow that cab!
screech
(female #1)
'We believe our rare Prussian
blue tulip bulbs'
'will be the smuggler's
next target.'
So, then I nab him
once he lays a hand on these?
No. You track him to the leader
of this hot bulb ring.
vroom
sniff sniff sniff
Hey. Hmm.
That's funny.
These tuwips
suddenwy smeww wike..
sniff sniff
...Sylvester!
[growling]
Rawr! Ye most crimson petals..
...where's my meaty morsel?
rustle
Gotcha, ya little..
Garlic?
sniff sniff sniff
Stop it, you peeping tomcat!
[growls]
creak
Hmm?
Ah-ha! There he is!
Uh-oh.
(Granny)
'He's getting away!'
vroom
- Ah! Ooh!
- Ah! Ooh!
- Ah!
- Ooh!
[starter pistol shot]
[groans]
vroom
vroom
[cage clinking]
O-oh!
Sufferin' succotash.
Where's another bicycle
when you need one?
crash
[groans]
crash
E-excuse me. Is this the right
road for the bicycle race?
[speaking in foreign language]
Hmm..
[panting]
slurp
[chuckles]
wham
Huh?
Uh-huh.
Huh?
Ah!
vroom
Pardon me, but is this
the bike race route?
[speaking in foreign language]
whirr
[instrumental music]
Wup!
[laughs]
wham
No sale, Puddy!
thud
- Whoa!
- Puddy don't give up so easy.
[panting]
[grunting]
Oh-oh-oh, w-w-w-whoa!
[yells]
crash
Ooh. Puddy wiving
in the fast wane.
Thanks for the sour
p-p-persimmons, cousin.
(Tweety)
'Tough luck, puddy!'
whir whir whir
[mumbling]
Whoa!
Whoa-oh-oh-oh!
Ah-ah-ah!
whir whir
[dogs barking]
Hyah! Hyah! Hyah!
[growling]
[instrumental music]
[whirring]
[panting]
[panting]
Can you tell me
if this is the bike route?
[Sylvester screaming]
[speaking in foreign language]
clang
- Pardon me, but is this..
- The Tour deFrance route?
But of course. What you think?
Nobody in Europe speaks English?
[panting]
Huh? Hm? Hmm?
[humming]
[panting]
[exclaims]
slurp
Hmm.
mwah mwah mwah
[Sylvester screaming]
vroom
(Granny)
Phew.
Only took us four countries
to catch up
to that tulip smuggler.
Whoa-whoa-whoa!
Gracious! How rude!
- Ah!
- Whoa-whoa-whoa!
I'm just about to thwow up.
Road hogs!
[instrumental music]
mwah mwah mwah
mwah mwah mwah
mwah mwah mwah
[Sylvester screaming]
- A-a-ah!
- Ah!
Whoa!
[crowd cheering]
splash
slurp slurp slurp
vroom
vroom
(Catarina)
'At last!'
The rare Prussian
blue tulip belongs to me
Catarina von Gloraville!
Now, I will win
all the flower shows!
My face on Horticulture Monthly!
Me, the tulip Kaiser of Europe!
The jig's up, missy.
Drop your bloomers!
[instrumental music]
Congratulations, Granny.
Why don't you
stay and see Europe?
No, thanks, I just did.
I'll be going as soon
as I collect my pets.
[door opens]
[groans]
clang clang clang
[growling]
[whimpering]
[growling]
[Sylvester screaming]
Oh, well, this gives puddy
a chance to devewop his arms
till they match
those wegs of his.
[laughs]
[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
and on the double ♪
♪ Sylvester & Tweety
Mysteries ♪
♪ It might be day
or night whenever ♪
♪ Conditions are right
for them to flee ♪
♪ Somehow it all
still fits together ♪
♪ Sylvester & Tweety
Mysteries ♪
♪ If there's a full moon ♪
♪ An old house
with rotten stairs ♪
♪ Just wook around you ♪
♪ Chances are we'll be there ♪
♪ Someday I'll eat
that darn canary ♪
♪ And then I'll be happy
yes-siree ♪
♪ But Hector thinks
you should be wary ♪
♪ Sylvester & Tweety
Mysteries ♪
♪ The chase goes on
with each new mission ♪
♪ With backdrops aplenty
globally ♪
♪ And through it all
they're in contention ♪
♪ Sylvester & Tweety ♪
♪ Mysteries ♪♪
[instrumental music]
whizz
There, there,
Sylvester and Hector.
'The nice people who run
the Eu-Trek tulip festival'
want me to find
who's been smuggling
their prize winning tulip bulbs
out of Holland.
'That's why I arranged to have
the pair of you boarded.'
[both whining]
Oh, come now.
You two would be about
as welcome in a flower show
as twin porcupines
in a balloon factory.
Besides,
they say the accommodations
are very nice
at the Amsterdam Kennel.
Amsterdam Kennel, humph.
It's-s time I made
s-some arrangements-s of my own.
[squeaking]
[Hector whining]
So long, passenger 57.
[laughter]
[howling]
vroom
Follow that cab!
screech
(female #1)
'We believe our rare Prussian
blue tulip bulbs'
'will be the smuggler's
next target.'
So, then I nab him
once he lays a hand on these?
No. You track him to the leader
of this hot bulb ring.
vroom
sniff sniff sniff
Hey. Hmm.
That's funny.
These tuwips
suddenwy smeww wike..
sniff sniff
...Sylvester!
[growling]
Rawr! Ye most crimson petals..
...where's my meaty morsel?
rustle
Gotcha, ya little..
Garlic?
sniff sniff sniff
Stop it, you peeping tomcat!
[growls]
creak
Hmm?
Ah-ha! There he is!
Uh-oh.
(Granny)
'He's getting away!'
vroom
- Ah! Ooh!
- Ah! Ooh!
- Ah!
- Ooh!
[starter pistol shot]
[groans]
vroom
vroom
[cage clinking]
O-oh!
Sufferin' succotash.
Where's another bicycle
when you need one?
crash
[groans]
crash
E-excuse me. Is this the right
road for the bicycle race?
[speaking in foreign language]
Hmm..
[panting]
slurp
[chuckles]
wham
Huh?
Uh-huh.
Huh?
Ah!
vroom
Pardon me, but is this
the bike race route?
[speaking in foreign language]
whirr
[instrumental music]
Wup!
[laughs]
wham
No sale, Puddy!
thud
- Whoa!
- Puddy don't give up so easy.
[panting]
[grunting]
Oh-oh-oh, w-w-w-whoa!
[yells]
crash
Ooh. Puddy wiving
in the fast wane.
Thanks for the sour
p-p-persimmons, cousin.
(Tweety)
'Tough luck, puddy!'
whir whir whir
[mumbling]
Whoa!
Whoa-oh-oh-oh!
Ah-ah-ah!
whir whir
[dogs barking]
Hyah! Hyah! Hyah!
[growling]
[instrumental music]
[whirring]
[panting]
[panting]
Can you tell me
if this is the bike route?
[Sylvester screaming]
[speaking in foreign language]
clang
- Pardon me, but is this..
- The Tour deFrance route?
But of course. What you think?
Nobody in Europe speaks English?
[panting]
Huh? Hm? Hmm?
[humming]
[panting]
[exclaims]
slurp
Hmm.
mwah mwah mwah
[Sylvester screaming]
vroom
(Granny)
Phew.
Only took us four countries
to catch up
to that tulip smuggler.
Whoa-whoa-whoa!
Gracious! How rude!
- Ah!
- Whoa-whoa-whoa!
I'm just about to thwow up.
Road hogs!
[instrumental music]
mwah mwah mwah
mwah mwah mwah
mwah mwah mwah
[Sylvester screaming]
- A-a-ah!
- Ah!
Whoa!
[crowd cheering]
splash
slurp slurp slurp
vroom
vroom
(Catarina)
'At last!'
The rare Prussian
blue tulip belongs to me
Catarina von Gloraville!
Now, I will win
all the flower shows!
My face on Horticulture Monthly!
Me, the tulip Kaiser of Europe!
The jig's up, missy.
Drop your bloomers!
[instrumental music]
Congratulations, Granny.
Why don't you
stay and see Europe?
No, thanks, I just did.
I'll be going as soon
as I collect my pets.
[door opens]
[groans]
clang clang clang
[growling]
[whimpering]
[growling]
[Sylvester screaming]
Oh, well, this gives puddy
a chance to devewop his arms
till they match
those wegs of his.
[laughs]
[theme music]