The Sylvester & Tweety Mysteries (1995–2001): Season 3, Episode 3 - Moscow Side Story/Fair's Fair - full transcript

In Russia, the treasured Borscht Belt has been stolen, rendering comedians unfunny.

[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 wook awound you ♪

♪ Chances are
we'll be there ♪

♪ Someday I'll eat
that darn canary ♪

♪ And then I'll be happy
yessiree ♪

♪ 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)
Ah, Paris in the spring.



Love is in the air.

[sniffing]
And something else is, too.

P.U.

[clamoring]

Mesdames et messieurs,
it is my great pleasure

to announce this year's line
of Valentine's Day perfumes.

(all)
Ooh!

[audience exclaiming]

(crowd)
Ahh!

[crowd exclaiming]

Bon sniffatete.

Ewww!

Oof!

[sniffing]
Zut odor!

[clamoring]

[crowd groaning]

[grunting]

Thank you, Madame Granny

for helping us
in our hour of need.

Oh, ho ho. It's the least
I could do.

A tragedy, no?

I ask you, what is a Frenchman
without his perfume?

Alone?

[sniffing]

Go get 'em, boy.

We'll solve this case
in one stout whiff.

Or maybe not.

chomp chomp

Well, even a super-sleuth
needs to eat.

Eh, uh, uh, garcon.

(male #1)
'May I suggest a croissant'

'or perhaps a crepe suzette?'

I'd prefer a nice canary
under glass.

Check, please.

[humming]

There is something
vewy fishy about that waiter.

Oh, ho ho.
How nice.

Hah!

Aha. A prime suspect.

thud thud

Come back here,
you little bon bon.

Oof!

[groaning]

[mellow music]

I lose more accordions
that way.

Mmm.. Mm-mm-mm!

[Granny smacks lips]

[Granny chuckling]

Snails? Eww!

What? Why, a mime.
How wonderful.

So cat-like.

'Just like a real kitty.'

I don't think
I'm gonna wike this.

Whoop!

Bravo!

(male #2)
Arretez! Unthiefdu
pussycat?

[Sylvester groans]

[sniffing]

Oh, my goodness!

The Eiffel Tower
is magnificent.

Ooh! I've always wanted
to tour the Eiffel Tower.

[slurp]

Funny, I've always wanted

to dine at the top
of the Eiffel Tower.

[dramatic music]

[squeaking]

Ah, finis!

Now to blow this stench
out of Paris.

Oui.And over to England
where it belongs.

[laughing]

England!

Ooh!
What a spectacular view.

Whoop!

[groans]

Oh, puddy!

[fan whirs]

[screams]

Puddy's gone with the wind.

Oof! Yeech! Yike!

Eeuch! Ooh!

[screams]

[glass shatters]

Uhh!

Uh-oh. The poor puddy
weached a dead end.

[moaning]

[screams]

Ooh! Eeuch! Yike! Yaah!

[screams]

Stop the suction already!

Waah!

Duh, 1 o'clock.

Time to ring, duh, lebell.

[bells toll]

[moaning]

Sanctuary!

[whistling]

Yeow!

Turn it off!

There. That's better.

[gulp]
Yikes. Aah!

splash

[coughing]

Ah. Certainement.

Eh? What do you think?

Brilliant, non?

[coughs]

What?

I need no opinions

from flea-bitten
hairballs.

[blows raspberry]

[sniffing]

[barking]

(Granny)
'That stinky stranger
must be inside.'

[crowd cheering]

Ooh-la-la.

[whistles]
Now, this is what I call
sightseeing.

Aha. A delicious
distraction.

Ooh, he is so cute.

I must have him
for my very own.

[dancers screaming]

- I saw him first!
- Back off, Gigi!

Wadies, pwease!

There's pwenty of me
to go awound.

No dancers can can-can in
on my feathered fowl.

[panting]

The perfect disguise.

Fifi, next time
you are late

it will be ze guillotine
for sure.

'Now get out zere
and dance!'

[applause]

I tawt I taw
a puddy cat!

I did! I did!

[barking]

aha! There's our stinker.

[sniffing]

Pepe le pew? Why?

Zeanswer is obvious,non?

To share
my sweet smell of love

I replaced every drop
of perfume in France

with my eau de pew.

It's my valentine
to ze masses.

I don't know how
to tell you this

but not everyone's keen
on your fwagwance.

In your humble opinion.

But beauty is in zenose
of zebeholder.

- Non?
- Yeah.

That's why everyone's
beholding their noses.

But where's the weal
perfume?

I shall never reveal
I hid zeperfume

in zeold chocolate factory.

So, you hid it
in the chocolate factory?

Zut alors!

I have been duped.

[mellow music]

Come on, boys, we can still
save Valentine's Day.

Rrrr!

(male #3)
Granny and her boys
saved Valentine's Day.

Pepe le pew was sentenced
to 90 days

in a deodorant factory.

Love stinks, non?

[theme music]