The Sylvester & Tweety Mysteries (1995–2001): Season 3, Episode 4 - 3 Days & 2 Nights of the Condor/El dia de los pussygatos - 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 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 ♪
[dramatic music]
(Sylvester)
Our trip to Romania
had been a success
till granny decided
to take a shortcut
through Transylvania.
[engine knocking]
Dear me,
we're out of gas
and no filling station
in sight.
I'm concerned with
filling you-know-what
with you-know-who.
[whimpering]
(Granny)
'We're in luck.'
There's a delightfully
quaint building
right up the road.
'Let's knock and see
if anyone's at home.'
[gasping]
Oh, bwudder! I heard
of a scaredy-cat.
But not a scaredy-dog, too.
[teeth chattering]
[Sylvester whimpering]
Sheesh!
The only thing missing is..
[thunder crashing]
A storm!
Ah, for heaven's sake
I hope they held
the garlic this time.
There's been a mistake.
Uh, we're not here
to deliver pizza.
We ran out of gas.
I see.
Allow me to introduce
myself.
I am Count Blood Count
master of this house.
And this is
my manservant Schmenfield
'living proof that good help
is hard to find.'
[spits]
Yuck! A raisin!
I have no petrol
on the premises
but you are welcome
to spend the night.
Unless, of course,
you would rather leave.
(Granny)
'Why, thank you, Count.
'We'd love to spend the night
in your charming castle.'
'I hope I'm not
getting personal, Count'
but you look
a bit peaked.
Actually, I am a little
under the weather.
How could you tell?
Well, if I couldn't spot a tired
Transylvanian when I see one
I'd hardly be the world's
greatest detective
now, would I?
World's greatest
detective?
Why, perhaps you could
find the criminals
what carted off
my coffin.
Coffin?
It's my one place
of solitude.
Well, eh,
don't you worry, Count.
We'll get to the bottom
of this coffin-napping caper
won't we, boys?
[whimpering]
Excellent.
Schmenfield will attend
to your needs.
But first..
Mmm! Mmm!
[giggling]
oh, my.
How continental.
Alas, for you two creatures
of the night..
[gulping]
...I will see you later.
[gasp]
Well, I've heard of
grave robbers
but not coffin robbers.
Maybe the old guy
didn't make the payments
and it got repossessed.
We'll look for clues
in the morning.
Uh, sweet dreams, Tweety.
[thunder crashing]
This is one time I'm glad to be
sleeping behind bars.
[thunder]
Let's see that old ghoul
get through this
without waking us up.
[knock on door]
waah-hah-hah-hah
[teeth chattering]
[thunder crashing]
W-w-w-wake me
when it's over.
[whimpering]
Mm?
[chomps]
Mm! Fleas!
Oh, uh, if there's anything
you guys need, just ask.
Good night.
Don't let the bedbugs bite.
Mmm! Bedbugs.
[thunder crashing]
[moaning]
Oh, I'll never sleep
with all this racket.
Might as well
look for clues.
[snoring]
Hmph! I'll never sleep
with all this racket.
Might as well
look for canary.
Hmm?
Sufferin' succotash!
[snoring]
Well, well, I thought
I heard a midnight snack
calling my name.
[snoring]
[gasps]
Uh-oh.
I hope this is just
one of those scawy dweams.
(Sylvester)
Correction, short stuff.
My dream,
and your nightmare.
Say your little
birdie prayers.
[evil snicker]
[chuckles]
Yeow!
[slam]
slam slam slam slam
[Sylvester screaming]
Let me at this stupid thing.
Hey! What's the big i..
Aah!
[Sylvester groaning]
(Sylvester)
'Hey. Where's the door
to this joint?'
'Ah. Ah! Feels
like a light switch.'
Aah!
- Grr!
- Wait, wait, wait!
This place is sloppin' over
with secret nooks.
You should have seen the tiny
little cranny I was just in.
Sheesh, talk about stuffy.
For once, puddy
might have actually
stumbled onto something.
My, my. Such nasty post cards
from the locals.
'Why, any of them
could be a suspect.'
Dear me, this missing
coffin case
won't be so open-and-shut
after all.
[chuckles]
I crack myself up.
Ohhh!
Oh!
[snoring]
[gasps]
Now this is gettin'
wepetitive.
Wha.. Hey!
Oh, no, you don't.
I'm wise to that little
maneuver.
Gotcha!
- Oof!
- 'Nobody move!'
Now, there's a moot point.
Can't a man fly around
his own home
in the middle
of the night?
We found the missing coffin,
Count.
It was on these very
premises
the whole time.
[gasping]
In your hidden
wine cellar.
But I don't have
a wine cellar.
After all, I never drink..
...wine.
Aw, skip it.
But who could have
broken into my castle
and committed this crime
without my seeing it?
The person closest to you
your manservant, Schmenfield.
- Huh!
- Look!
An exterminator's bill.
'Your "trusted" assistant
wanted to fix you'
'for having
the castle sprayed'
'thereby depriving him of the
one thing he loves most..'
'Creepy, crawly,
tasty little bugs!'
It's true! It's true!
But I never meant any harm.
It's alright, Schmenfield.
I forgive you.
Where else will I get help
that works for bugs?
My! Isn't that touching,
Tweety?
Eh.
My coffin!
At last I can sleep
without pain.
(Sylvester)
'Oof!'
Well, that makes one of us.
[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 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 ♪
[dramatic music]
(Sylvester)
Our trip to Romania
had been a success
till granny decided
to take a shortcut
through Transylvania.
[engine knocking]
Dear me,
we're out of gas
and no filling station
in sight.
I'm concerned with
filling you-know-what
with you-know-who.
[whimpering]
(Granny)
'We're in luck.'
There's a delightfully
quaint building
right up the road.
'Let's knock and see
if anyone's at home.'
[gasping]
Oh, bwudder! I heard
of a scaredy-cat.
But not a scaredy-dog, too.
[teeth chattering]
[Sylvester whimpering]
Sheesh!
The only thing missing is..
[thunder crashing]
A storm!
Ah, for heaven's sake
I hope they held
the garlic this time.
There's been a mistake.
Uh, we're not here
to deliver pizza.
We ran out of gas.
I see.
Allow me to introduce
myself.
I am Count Blood Count
master of this house.
And this is
my manservant Schmenfield
'living proof that good help
is hard to find.'
[spits]
Yuck! A raisin!
I have no petrol
on the premises
but you are welcome
to spend the night.
Unless, of course,
you would rather leave.
(Granny)
'Why, thank you, Count.
'We'd love to spend the night
in your charming castle.'
'I hope I'm not
getting personal, Count'
but you look
a bit peaked.
Actually, I am a little
under the weather.
How could you tell?
Well, if I couldn't spot a tired
Transylvanian when I see one
I'd hardly be the world's
greatest detective
now, would I?
World's greatest
detective?
Why, perhaps you could
find the criminals
what carted off
my coffin.
Coffin?
It's my one place
of solitude.
Well, eh,
don't you worry, Count.
We'll get to the bottom
of this coffin-napping caper
won't we, boys?
[whimpering]
Excellent.
Schmenfield will attend
to your needs.
But first..
Mmm! Mmm!
[giggling]
oh, my.
How continental.
Alas, for you two creatures
of the night..
[gulping]
...I will see you later.
[gasp]
Well, I've heard of
grave robbers
but not coffin robbers.
Maybe the old guy
didn't make the payments
and it got repossessed.
We'll look for clues
in the morning.
Uh, sweet dreams, Tweety.
[thunder crashing]
This is one time I'm glad to be
sleeping behind bars.
[thunder]
Let's see that old ghoul
get through this
without waking us up.
[knock on door]
waah-hah-hah-hah
[teeth chattering]
[thunder crashing]
W-w-w-wake me
when it's over.
[whimpering]
Mm?
[chomps]
Mm! Fleas!
Oh, uh, if there's anything
you guys need, just ask.
Good night.
Don't let the bedbugs bite.
Mmm! Bedbugs.
[thunder crashing]
[moaning]
Oh, I'll never sleep
with all this racket.
Might as well
look for clues.
[snoring]
Hmph! I'll never sleep
with all this racket.
Might as well
look for canary.
Hmm?
Sufferin' succotash!
[snoring]
Well, well, I thought
I heard a midnight snack
calling my name.
[snoring]
[gasps]
Uh-oh.
I hope this is just
one of those scawy dweams.
(Sylvester)
Correction, short stuff.
My dream,
and your nightmare.
Say your little
birdie prayers.
[evil snicker]
[chuckles]
Yeow!
[slam]
slam slam slam slam
[Sylvester screaming]
Let me at this stupid thing.
Hey! What's the big i..
Aah!
[Sylvester groaning]
(Sylvester)
'Hey. Where's the door
to this joint?'
'Ah. Ah! Feels
like a light switch.'
Aah!
- Grr!
- Wait, wait, wait!
This place is sloppin' over
with secret nooks.
You should have seen the tiny
little cranny I was just in.
Sheesh, talk about stuffy.
For once, puddy
might have actually
stumbled onto something.
My, my. Such nasty post cards
from the locals.
'Why, any of them
could be a suspect.'
Dear me, this missing
coffin case
won't be so open-and-shut
after all.
[chuckles]
I crack myself up.
Ohhh!
Oh!
[snoring]
[gasps]
Now this is gettin'
wepetitive.
Wha.. Hey!
Oh, no, you don't.
I'm wise to that little
maneuver.
Gotcha!
- Oof!
- 'Nobody move!'
Now, there's a moot point.
Can't a man fly around
his own home
in the middle
of the night?
We found the missing coffin,
Count.
It was on these very
premises
the whole time.
[gasping]
In your hidden
wine cellar.
But I don't have
a wine cellar.
After all, I never drink..
...wine.
Aw, skip it.
But who could have
broken into my castle
and committed this crime
without my seeing it?
The person closest to you
your manservant, Schmenfield.
- Huh!
- Look!
An exterminator's bill.
'Your "trusted" assistant
wanted to fix you'
'for having
the castle sprayed'
'thereby depriving him of the
one thing he loves most..'
'Creepy, crawly,
tasty little bugs!'
It's true! It's true!
But I never meant any harm.
It's alright, Schmenfield.
I forgive you.
Where else will I get help
that works for bugs?
My! Isn't that touching,
Tweety?
Eh.
My coffin!
At last I can sleep
without pain.
(Sylvester)
'Oof!'
Well, that makes one of us.
[theme music]