The Sylvester & Tweety Mysteries (1995–2001): Season 3, Episode 2 - Is Paris Stinking?/Fangs for the Memories - 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 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 sir-ee ♪
♪ 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 ♪♪
(Granny)
'I can't believe we're actually
here in New York'
to see
"The Rosie O'Donnell Show."
Oh, what a treat.
- Speakin' of treats.
- Help!
Grrr!
Uhh!
Oh, I'm so excited
about seeing Rosie.
She's so nice.
[Sylvester meowing]
which is more than
I can say for you boys.
Now, stop it, you two!
I don't want you to fight!
One day before the Stacys'
Thanksgiving Day Parade
and the Squeegee the Clown
balloon gets stolen.
It's just terrible, someone
stealing a giant balloon.
What would they do with it?
I, I suppose they
could cut it up
and make a nice line
of raincoats or something.
We have to find
that balloon, Louis.
The parade is
for our customers.
(together)
The customer
always comes first.
We need help. I mean, who could
we get, you know, like to..
...like to help us?
(male #1)
'Get me that Granny!'
Ooh-ha-ha-ha-ha!
And this morning,
when we checked
our float storage warehouse
the Squeegee the Clown balloon
was missing.
What you're saying is that
the balloon disappeared
into thin air.
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!
That Granny, what a joker.
I tot I taw a puddy tat.
I did! I did taw a puddy
tat!
Granny, you must find it.
What's a Stacys'
Thanksgiving Parade
without the Squeegee
the Clown balloon?
Now, now, Mr. Stacy,
don't worry.
'We'll get that balloon back.
'But we must remain calm.'
[pop]
Huh?
Stacy, I'll have your head!
How could you let my balloon
fall into the hands
of some criminal element?
But, Squeegee..
Mr. Clown, I'm Granny
here to help track down
your hot air balloon.
Oh, hot air balloon.
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha.
Well, now,
don't worry, Squeegee.
We'll find your balloon in time
for tomorrow's parade.
You'd better, toots!
Or Stacy hears
from my attorney!
[honk]
Oh, my! I guess
he's laughing on the inside.
Ha-ha.
Uh, pardon me. Could you tell me
where to find the down
escalator?
Oh, honey,
you came to the right place.
Our total Turkey Day
make over special is today
and from what I can see,
you got here just in time.
Yes, but I-I..
Now, now, don't speak.
You'll crack your mask.
I'll wait for Granny
right here on this counter.
Hmm, time for a counter attack.
(Tweety)
Uh-oh!
Uhh!
[instrumental music]
Gotcha!
Yeow!
Brrr! Do you notice a breeze?
Uhh! Aah!
[giggles]
I never knew puddy
was anti-fur.
Ooh, model homes.
[grunting]
Too small.
Hmm, too big.
P.U.! Too smelly.
Mmm! Just right.
Grrr!
[smack]
Uhh.
Now, where'd that
little guy go?
Aha! You can fly,
but you can't hide.
Uh-oh! I hope puddy plans to use
that bed for a tat nap.
Going up!
Ooh!
Ooh! Hee-hee.
[smack]
Yeow!
Ooh, I think puddy
got the point.
[both laughing]
[Sylvester crying]
Ah, the poor baby
has lost his mama.
[crying]
Ooh! Ha-ha-ha!
Birdie!
Ohh.
[babbling]
Birdie!
Birdie!
Uhh! Unh!
Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow!
Bad old baby tat.
Now, where can Granny be?
[whirring]
(Sylvester)
'Excuse me, madame.'
Try our new eau de
poodle.
[coughing]
Honey, you look like a
pit bull with lipstick.
Have I got a make over for you.
[instrumental music]
screech
Everything tastes so much better
when it's cooked outdoors.
Oh, hello, little scout.
Would you like a marshmallow?
[groans]
Mmm-mmm! A Tweety s'more.
You never read chapter 5 of
the Scout's Handbook.
See you later, alligator!
[grunting]
Ohh!
(Tweety)
Ooh, you wook wike
J. Edgar Hoover.
[ding]
Ah, a customer.
Allow me to assist you,
madame.
[ding]
Grrr!
Uhh! Ha-ha-ha-ha!
Yaaa!
- Hmm. Ha-ha-ha-ha.
- Whoa, there, little friend.
You want camping gear
down in sporting goods.
Ah, another satisfied customer.
[clamoring]
Now! Now! Yes, yes,
I understand.
This make over's got me
looking like a new woman.
Uh, don't you think so?
So help me, I'll sue,
do you hear me?! S-e-w!
(Stacy)
'You can't sue me! You don't
even know how to spell sue.'
'It's not s-e-w.
It's s-u-e.'
Oh, my! I believe I've found
your missing clown balloon.
- Huh?
- Huh?
Not up there, down there.
(Stacy)
'Why, Louis,
that's our rubberware.'
We ran out of our
retrofitted rubber.
I had to use the Squeegee
the Clown balloon
to make umbrellas and raincoats.
The customer always comes first.
[indistinct chatter]
I'm squeegee, Benny!
Squeegee the man!
What kind of a sham
operation
are you running here?
My lawyer will take you
to the cleaners!
I'll cut you in
for half the profits
and rename our rubberware
squeegeeware.
Put 'er there, pal!
You're all invited to a
Thanksgiving dinner tomorrow
in my executive dining room.
Here we are, everybody.
Happy Thanksgiving.
(Tweety)
'Look!'
It's another squeegee balloon.
[all exclaiming]
(Granny)
'Where did it come from?'
The French Lick Indiana Mardi
Gras parade lent it to me.
Ha-ha! I called in a favor
from Larry Bird.
Someone stick a fork
in that turkey.
I tink he's done.
[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 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 sir-ee ♪
♪ 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 ♪♪
(Granny)
'I can't believe we're actually
here in New York'
to see
"The Rosie O'Donnell Show."
Oh, what a treat.
- Speakin' of treats.
- Help!
Grrr!
Uhh!
Oh, I'm so excited
about seeing Rosie.
She's so nice.
[Sylvester meowing]
which is more than
I can say for you boys.
Now, stop it, you two!
I don't want you to fight!
One day before the Stacys'
Thanksgiving Day Parade
and the Squeegee the Clown
balloon gets stolen.
It's just terrible, someone
stealing a giant balloon.
What would they do with it?
I, I suppose they
could cut it up
and make a nice line
of raincoats or something.
We have to find
that balloon, Louis.
The parade is
for our customers.
(together)
The customer
always comes first.
We need help. I mean, who could
we get, you know, like to..
...like to help us?
(male #1)
'Get me that Granny!'
Ooh-ha-ha-ha-ha!
And this morning,
when we checked
our float storage warehouse
the Squeegee the Clown balloon
was missing.
What you're saying is that
the balloon disappeared
into thin air.
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!
That Granny, what a joker.
I tot I taw a puddy tat.
I did! I did taw a puddy
tat!
Granny, you must find it.
What's a Stacys'
Thanksgiving Parade
without the Squeegee
the Clown balloon?
Now, now, Mr. Stacy,
don't worry.
'We'll get that balloon back.
'But we must remain calm.'
[pop]
Huh?
Stacy, I'll have your head!
How could you let my balloon
fall into the hands
of some criminal element?
But, Squeegee..
Mr. Clown, I'm Granny
here to help track down
your hot air balloon.
Oh, hot air balloon.
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha.
Well, now,
don't worry, Squeegee.
We'll find your balloon in time
for tomorrow's parade.
You'd better, toots!
Or Stacy hears
from my attorney!
[honk]
Oh, my! I guess
he's laughing on the inside.
Ha-ha.
Uh, pardon me. Could you tell me
where to find the down
escalator?
Oh, honey,
you came to the right place.
Our total Turkey Day
make over special is today
and from what I can see,
you got here just in time.
Yes, but I-I..
Now, now, don't speak.
You'll crack your mask.
I'll wait for Granny
right here on this counter.
Hmm, time for a counter attack.
(Tweety)
Uh-oh!
Uhh!
[instrumental music]
Gotcha!
Yeow!
Brrr! Do you notice a breeze?
Uhh! Aah!
[giggles]
I never knew puddy
was anti-fur.
Ooh, model homes.
[grunting]
Too small.
Hmm, too big.
P.U.! Too smelly.
Mmm! Just right.
Grrr!
[smack]
Uhh.
Now, where'd that
little guy go?
Aha! You can fly,
but you can't hide.
Uh-oh! I hope puddy plans to use
that bed for a tat nap.
Going up!
Ooh!
Ooh! Hee-hee.
[smack]
Yeow!
Ooh, I think puddy
got the point.
[both laughing]
[Sylvester crying]
Ah, the poor baby
has lost his mama.
[crying]
Ooh! Ha-ha-ha!
Birdie!
Ohh.
[babbling]
Birdie!
Birdie!
Uhh! Unh!
Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow!
Bad old baby tat.
Now, where can Granny be?
[whirring]
(Sylvester)
'Excuse me, madame.'
Try our new eau de
poodle.
[coughing]
Honey, you look like a
pit bull with lipstick.
Have I got a make over for you.
[instrumental music]
screech
Everything tastes so much better
when it's cooked outdoors.
Oh, hello, little scout.
Would you like a marshmallow?
[groans]
Mmm-mmm! A Tweety s'more.
You never read chapter 5 of
the Scout's Handbook.
See you later, alligator!
[grunting]
Ohh!
(Tweety)
Ooh, you wook wike
J. Edgar Hoover.
[ding]
Ah, a customer.
Allow me to assist you,
madame.
[ding]
Grrr!
Uhh! Ha-ha-ha-ha!
Yaaa!
- Hmm. Ha-ha-ha-ha.
- Whoa, there, little friend.
You want camping gear
down in sporting goods.
Ah, another satisfied customer.
[clamoring]
Now! Now! Yes, yes,
I understand.
This make over's got me
looking like a new woman.
Uh, don't you think so?
So help me, I'll sue,
do you hear me?! S-e-w!
(Stacy)
'You can't sue me! You don't
even know how to spell sue.'
'It's not s-e-w.
It's s-u-e.'
Oh, my! I believe I've found
your missing clown balloon.
- Huh?
- Huh?
Not up there, down there.
(Stacy)
'Why, Louis,
that's our rubberware.'
We ran out of our
retrofitted rubber.
I had to use the Squeegee
the Clown balloon
to make umbrellas and raincoats.
The customer always comes first.
[indistinct chatter]
I'm squeegee, Benny!
Squeegee the man!
What kind of a sham
operation
are you running here?
My lawyer will take you
to the cleaners!
I'll cut you in
for half the profits
and rename our rubberware
squeegeeware.
Put 'er there, pal!
You're all invited to a
Thanksgiving dinner tomorrow
in my executive dining room.
Here we are, everybody.
Happy Thanksgiving.
(Tweety)
'Look!'
It's another squeegee balloon.
[all exclaiming]
(Granny)
'Where did it come from?'
The French Lick Indiana Mardi
Gras parade lent it to me.
Ha-ha! I called in a favor
from Larry Bird.
Someone stick a fork
in that turkey.
I tink he's done.
[theme music]