The Sylvester & Tweety Mysteries (1995–2001): Season 3, Episode 11 - Family Circles/Sea You Later - full transcript
[instrumental music]
[theme music]
♪ 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 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]
[dramatic music]
Ladies and gentlemen
welcome to the circus.
[audience cheering]
I, Mr. Manes, give you
the flying Fleaoski Brothers!
[gasping]
They're gone!
(Granny)
'Here we are, boys.
The Rose Bowl.'
And today, they're hosting their
famous Pasadena Flea Market.
Flea market?
[gasps]
[growling]
(Granny)
'Oh, oh, oh.
Uh, don't worry, boys.'
It's just the name of the place.
There really aren't fleas
at the flea market.
- Huh.
- Phew.
Maybe I'll find that
set of Abe Lincoln teacups
I've been searching for.
'Thirty-six bucks!'
Hmph, see if I come here again.
[instrumental music]
(Manes)
Oh, no. Oh, no, no!
Oh, my!
What's all this then?
Tragedy has struck.
My circus performers
are missing.
- Oh!
- Oh, dear.
They must be
very tiny performers.
The Fleaoski Brothers
are fleas.
You see,
I-I run a flea circus.
Oh! I guess there arefleas
at the flea market.
Uh-oh, ah..
Anyway, something
must be done immediately.
Uh-uh, but this is my day off.
I would be ever so grateful
if you could help me out.
All I have to offer
is a free pair of tickets
'to my 1:00 p.m. show and..'
'...this worthless set
of Abe Lincoln teacups.'
Mr. Manes, I'm on the case.
Muah, muah. Oh-oh. Thank you,
thank you, thank you.
[instrumental music]
(male #1)
'Look, honey, I'll bet
it's rare.'
(female #1)
'Ooh-uh, uh, how much?'
- 'Not for sale.'
- 'Blargh!'
[instrumental music]
[crashing]
Huh?
Ooh. Ooh!
Ah!
[crashing]
[groaning]
[crashing]
[grunting]
Huh!
Aa-a-ah!
Mm-m-a-a-ah-h!
poof
Who dares disturb
the genie of the lamp?
Oh-uh, me.
S-S-Sylvester.
Oh, well, then,
that's just fine.
Pleased to meet you, Sylvester.
My name is Smokey,
I'll be your genie this evening.
A genie of my very own.
Now I can make all
my wildest fantasies happen.
[slurps]
[sniffs]
Say, there is no feline
around here, is there?
Certainly, I'm a pussycat.
You are? Oh, dear.
Oh, dear, I hate cats.
Deathly allergic to them.
[clears throat]
[sneezing]
[Smokey sneezes]
Say, cut that out.
[blows nose]
Sorry, I can't help myself.
[sneezing]
- 'There.'
- Ouch! That hurt.
Now, about my wishes.
- First, I want a knife.
- Oh, no, no, no, no.
That's far too expensive.
- Then I'd like a--
- Oh, no.
That's much too delicate.
- I wish--
- Oh, no, no, no.
That's not allowed
by the genie local 839.
For crying out loud.
I'm trying to make a wish here.
No need to be snippy about it.
Well, go ahead,
I shan't say another word.
That's better.
Now, I wish to dine
on that little yellow bird.
As you wish.
ting
[slurps]
[instrumental music]
[chomps]
Aah.
Peanut butter?
Yuck, I never asked for this.
[buzzing]
Shoo.
Shoo!
Get outta here,
you big old pest.
Big. Really big.
Scale problems.
[screaming]
thud
Ooh, I have an itch.
Oops, I hope
I didn't just twash
one of those poor wittle
circus fleas.
(Sylvester)
Of all the dirty tricks.
How dare that genie
take me at my word.
I tot I taw
a teeny weeny puddytat.
Can't I get a moment's peace?
Say, where'd you go?
Down here, buster-r.
Oh, look at that
itty bitty kitty.
Ha-ha, very funny.
Make me big again.
Okay, but you're much
cuter this way.
poof
That's more like it.
This time I wish to
eat that darn canary.
[Smokey sniffles]
'Alrighty, then.'
'As you w-w-w..'
[Smokey sneezes]
[screaming]
Hmm.
swoosh
[snoring]
Huh. What is it now?
Can't a guy get any rest?
This is pre-pre-preposterous.
Why, even I
would make a better genie.
Your wish is my command.
What..
Hey-y-y-y-y!
poof
Say, this genie thing
ain't half bad.
I could learn to like this.
♪ Oh where oh where
have those wittle fleas gone ♪♪
Whoo-hoo. Ooh!
Some lamp!
Too bad it's all dusty.
- Huh?
- Oof.. Say..
What's the big idea?
I tot I taw a puddygenie.
I did! I did!
You have three wishes.
So wish already.
I left my hair
on double-parked.
Ooh, a genie all my own
to do with
whatever I want with.
That's what you think, buster.
I'm out of here.
Genie, sit.
Oh, uh.
Oh, the abject humiliation.
There's something very familiar
about this genie.
There's gotta be some way
out of this.
Ah.
Oh, master,
you have two wishes left.
But you could have
limitless satisfaction.
- Keep talking.
- If you were a genie.
I like it, I like it.
Your wish is my command.
poof
[instrumental music]
You know, this genie thing
ain't half bad.
poof
Rest period is over.
Now get back to work.
Yeow! Hey, easy.
This is real fur, you know.
[intense music]
[all groaning]
When's the next rest period?
Ten millenniums.
[instrumental music]
Don't tell me,
not for sale.
(male #2)
'For sale, no, you can
have the ugly thing.
[both laughing]
[instrumental music]
boom
Now, where could those fleas be?
thud
[chuckles]
Why, isn't this a simply
scrumptious piece
of bric-a-brac.
- Ooh.
- Whoa!
Ooh! Ooh!
There seems to be
something in here.
[chuckles]
Maybe if I cleaned it up
a little..
poof
[both grunt]
[gasps]
Oh, my goodness.
How did you two get in there?
Say, I hope I'm not
allergic to harems.
[Granny chuckles]
'Congratulations, Sylvester.'
You've found the flea circus.
Another case solved.
[instrumental music]
Muah. Muah. Muah.
Well, I guess you got
your wish, puddy.
You always wanted
to be in show business.
[theme music]
[theme music]
♪ 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 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]
[dramatic music]
Ladies and gentlemen
welcome to the circus.
[audience cheering]
I, Mr. Manes, give you
the flying Fleaoski Brothers!
[gasping]
They're gone!
(Granny)
'Here we are, boys.
The Rose Bowl.'
And today, they're hosting their
famous Pasadena Flea Market.
Flea market?
[gasps]
[growling]
(Granny)
'Oh, oh, oh.
Uh, don't worry, boys.'
It's just the name of the place.
There really aren't fleas
at the flea market.
- Huh.
- Phew.
Maybe I'll find that
set of Abe Lincoln teacups
I've been searching for.
'Thirty-six bucks!'
Hmph, see if I come here again.
[instrumental music]
(Manes)
Oh, no. Oh, no, no!
Oh, my!
What's all this then?
Tragedy has struck.
My circus performers
are missing.
- Oh!
- Oh, dear.
They must be
very tiny performers.
The Fleaoski Brothers
are fleas.
You see,
I-I run a flea circus.
Oh! I guess there arefleas
at the flea market.
Uh-oh, ah..
Anyway, something
must be done immediately.
Uh-uh, but this is my day off.
I would be ever so grateful
if you could help me out.
All I have to offer
is a free pair of tickets
'to my 1:00 p.m. show and..'
'...this worthless set
of Abe Lincoln teacups.'
Mr. Manes, I'm on the case.
Muah, muah. Oh-oh. Thank you,
thank you, thank you.
[instrumental music]
(male #1)
'Look, honey, I'll bet
it's rare.'
(female #1)
'Ooh-uh, uh, how much?'
- 'Not for sale.'
- 'Blargh!'
[instrumental music]
[crashing]
Huh?
Ooh. Ooh!
Ah!
[crashing]
[groaning]
[crashing]
[grunting]
Huh!
Aa-a-ah!
Mm-m-a-a-ah-h!
poof
Who dares disturb
the genie of the lamp?
Oh-uh, me.
S-S-Sylvester.
Oh, well, then,
that's just fine.
Pleased to meet you, Sylvester.
My name is Smokey,
I'll be your genie this evening.
A genie of my very own.
Now I can make all
my wildest fantasies happen.
[slurps]
[sniffs]
Say, there is no feline
around here, is there?
Certainly, I'm a pussycat.
You are? Oh, dear.
Oh, dear, I hate cats.
Deathly allergic to them.
[clears throat]
[sneezing]
[Smokey sneezes]
Say, cut that out.
[blows nose]
Sorry, I can't help myself.
[sneezing]
- 'There.'
- Ouch! That hurt.
Now, about my wishes.
- First, I want a knife.
- Oh, no, no, no, no.
That's far too expensive.
- Then I'd like a--
- Oh, no.
That's much too delicate.
- I wish--
- Oh, no, no, no.
That's not allowed
by the genie local 839.
For crying out loud.
I'm trying to make a wish here.
No need to be snippy about it.
Well, go ahead,
I shan't say another word.
That's better.
Now, I wish to dine
on that little yellow bird.
As you wish.
ting
[slurps]
[instrumental music]
[chomps]
Aah.
Peanut butter?
Yuck, I never asked for this.
[buzzing]
Shoo.
Shoo!
Get outta here,
you big old pest.
Big. Really big.
Scale problems.
[screaming]
thud
Ooh, I have an itch.
Oops, I hope
I didn't just twash
one of those poor wittle
circus fleas.
(Sylvester)
Of all the dirty tricks.
How dare that genie
take me at my word.
I tot I taw
a teeny weeny puddytat.
Can't I get a moment's peace?
Say, where'd you go?
Down here, buster-r.
Oh, look at that
itty bitty kitty.
Ha-ha, very funny.
Make me big again.
Okay, but you're much
cuter this way.
poof
That's more like it.
This time I wish to
eat that darn canary.
[Smokey sniffles]
'Alrighty, then.'
'As you w-w-w..'
[Smokey sneezes]
[screaming]
Hmm.
swoosh
[snoring]
Huh. What is it now?
Can't a guy get any rest?
This is pre-pre-preposterous.
Why, even I
would make a better genie.
Your wish is my command.
What..
Hey-y-y-y-y!
poof
Say, this genie thing
ain't half bad.
I could learn to like this.
♪ Oh where oh where
have those wittle fleas gone ♪♪
Whoo-hoo. Ooh!
Some lamp!
Too bad it's all dusty.
- Huh?
- Oof.. Say..
What's the big idea?
I tot I taw a puddygenie.
I did! I did!
You have three wishes.
So wish already.
I left my hair
on double-parked.
Ooh, a genie all my own
to do with
whatever I want with.
That's what you think, buster.
I'm out of here.
Genie, sit.
Oh, uh.
Oh, the abject humiliation.
There's something very familiar
about this genie.
There's gotta be some way
out of this.
Ah.
Oh, master,
you have two wishes left.
But you could have
limitless satisfaction.
- Keep talking.
- If you were a genie.
I like it, I like it.
Your wish is my command.
poof
[instrumental music]
You know, this genie thing
ain't half bad.
poof
Rest period is over.
Now get back to work.
Yeow! Hey, easy.
This is real fur, you know.
[intense music]
[all groaning]
When's the next rest period?
Ten millenniums.
[instrumental music]
Don't tell me,
not for sale.
(male #2)
'For sale, no, you can
have the ugly thing.
[both laughing]
[instrumental music]
boom
Now, where could those fleas be?
thud
[chuckles]
Why, isn't this a simply
scrumptious piece
of bric-a-brac.
- Ooh.
- Whoa!
Ooh! Ooh!
There seems to be
something in here.
[chuckles]
Maybe if I cleaned it up
a little..
poof
[both grunt]
[gasps]
Oh, my goodness.
How did you two get in there?
Say, I hope I'm not
allergic to harems.
[Granny chuckles]
'Congratulations, Sylvester.'
You've found the flea circus.
Another case solved.
[instrumental music]
Muah. Muah. Muah.
Well, I guess you got
your wish, puddy.
You always wanted
to be in show business.
[theme music]