The Sylvester & Tweety Mysteries (1995–2001): Season 3, Episode 6 - Fleas Release Me/Niagara's Fallen - 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 siree ♪
♪ But Hector thinks
you should be weary ♪
♪ Sylvester and Tweety
Mysteries ♪
♪ The chase goes on
with each new mission ♪
♪ With backdrops a-plenty
globally ♪
♪ And through it all
they're in contention ♪
♪ Sylvester and Tweety ♪
♪ Mysteries ♪♪
[instrumental music]
[coughing]
Settle down, boys.
It should be right up ahead.
[engine revving]
Oh, here it is!
"Idaho County Fair."
I've got a killer pie recipe
that's a cinch
to win their cook-off.
vroom
[indistinct chatter]
[grunting]
[indistinct chatter]
Step right up
and guess your baby's weight.
[indistinct chatter]
[bawling]
(Granny)
'My, there's so much
to see at the fair.'
Fair-shmair.
Nothin' but a bunch of pigs
and mangy cows.
[indistinct chatter]
[instrumental music]
Huh? Smorgasbord?
Here I come.
screech
[chickens clucking]
Superb. Yum, yum.
[clucking]
Well, well.
Got us a weasel
in the hen hackers.
[chickens clucking]
And stay out!
thud
[gasps]
Puppets.
Say, that gives me an idea.
[instrumental music]
[imitates rooster crowing]
[clucking]
[laughs]
Come to papa.
[gasps]
Hmm! Hm? Hm? Oh!
This that rare hen?
Yep.
[shuddering]
[gasps]
What do I have for
this rare angora brooding hen?
Give me five, give me five
do I have five, five?
Going for five?
Six. Who'll be at seven?
We have seven. Going once.
Going twice, and..
'...sold to hairy-face
gentleman in the aisle.'
[gasps]
[screams]
[Sylvester screaming]
[Sylvester groaning]
Just call me chicken-fingers.
[groans]
[indistinct chatter]
Betsy Cracker will win
again.
Mark my words.
What's her secret?
It's a mystery.
[gasping]
Land of Goshen!
There's Betsy Cracker now.
[indistinct chatter]
Hmm..
Huh?
Hey!
There's something dubious
in this kitchen.
Well, if you want to bake a pie
you've got to crack a few eggs.
And I smell a big fat
rotten one.
[clattering]
(male #1)
We have a winner.
[children cheering]
[smooching]
[instrumental music]
[snoring]
I should let sleepin' mutts lie
but this is one temptation
I can't refuse.
[grunting]
[barking]
[bleating]
Huh?
Yipes!
[screams]
[grunts]
[screaming]
[blubbering]
ding
ding ding ding
(Hector)
'Hoo! Haa!'
ding ding ding
[Hector groaning]
beep beep beep
beep beep beep
fizz fizz fizz
[Hector screams]
[grunts]
Huh?
[chuckling]
[both laughing]
[grunts]
[groans]
[instrumental music]
[humming]
[whirring]
[whooshing]
Oh, my!
World class competition.
Ack.. Ptooey!
(male #2)
'Ladies, string your apron.'
On your mark, get set..
...bake!
Now, I'll hold the fort here,
Tweety.
You keep your eyes open.
[instrumental music]
Ooh!
[groaning]
[music continues]
clink clink clink
[screams]
Oh!
splat
puff
Ugh!
[groans]
[gasps]
splash
[Betsy screams]
Your parrot was in my pie.
He's no parrot,
he's a canary.
- Oh!
- Whatever.
If you can't win a contest
fair and square
maybe you shouldn't enter.
Well, I'd never.
Goodness, Tweety.
You look like you've been dyed
and gone to heaven.
[gasps]
Aha!
[indistinct chatter]
[screams]
[muffled grunting]
[grunting]
Sylvester, you really take
the prize.
(male #2)
'Your attention, please.'
We have a winner.
[indistinct chatter]
Ohh!
[gasps]
What?
This isn't my recipe.
Why, these are regular berries.
What do you mean
"Regular berries?"
That's the only kind
the rules allow.
Oh, what I meant was, uh, uh..
I think this is what you meant.
I switched
your little secret ingredient
with regular berries.
Mrs. Smitty's
berry pie filing?
Disqualified.
[audience cheering]
But how did you know?
[chuckles]
A little birdie told me.
Just call me curious purple.
Third place.
Not too shabby.
I just hope these pickled hog
feet don't give me heart burn.
Wonder what ever became
of Betsy Cracker.
[gasps]
Oh! Oh! Aah!
Thwack! Menthol shave cream
filling.
Yuck!
You could say
she got her just dessert.
[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 siree ♪
♪ But Hector thinks
you should be weary ♪
♪ Sylvester and Tweety
Mysteries ♪
♪ The chase goes on
with each new mission ♪
♪ With backdrops a-plenty
globally ♪
♪ And through it all
they're in contention ♪
♪ Sylvester and Tweety ♪
♪ Mysteries ♪♪
[instrumental music]
[coughing]
Settle down, boys.
It should be right up ahead.
[engine revving]
Oh, here it is!
"Idaho County Fair."
I've got a killer pie recipe
that's a cinch
to win their cook-off.
vroom
[indistinct chatter]
[grunting]
[indistinct chatter]
Step right up
and guess your baby's weight.
[indistinct chatter]
[bawling]
(Granny)
'My, there's so much
to see at the fair.'
Fair-shmair.
Nothin' but a bunch of pigs
and mangy cows.
[indistinct chatter]
[instrumental music]
Huh? Smorgasbord?
Here I come.
screech
[chickens clucking]
Superb. Yum, yum.
[clucking]
Well, well.
Got us a weasel
in the hen hackers.
[chickens clucking]
And stay out!
thud
[gasps]
Puppets.
Say, that gives me an idea.
[instrumental music]
[imitates rooster crowing]
[clucking]
[laughs]
Come to papa.
[gasps]
Hmm! Hm? Hm? Oh!
This that rare hen?
Yep.
[shuddering]
[gasps]
What do I have for
this rare angora brooding hen?
Give me five, give me five
do I have five, five?
Going for five?
Six. Who'll be at seven?
We have seven. Going once.
Going twice, and..
'...sold to hairy-face
gentleman in the aisle.'
[gasps]
[screams]
[Sylvester screaming]
[Sylvester groaning]
Just call me chicken-fingers.
[groans]
[indistinct chatter]
Betsy Cracker will win
again.
Mark my words.
What's her secret?
It's a mystery.
[gasping]
Land of Goshen!
There's Betsy Cracker now.
[indistinct chatter]
Hmm..
Huh?
Hey!
There's something dubious
in this kitchen.
Well, if you want to bake a pie
you've got to crack a few eggs.
And I smell a big fat
rotten one.
[clattering]
(male #1)
We have a winner.
[children cheering]
[smooching]
[instrumental music]
[snoring]
I should let sleepin' mutts lie
but this is one temptation
I can't refuse.
[grunting]
[barking]
[bleating]
Huh?
Yipes!
[screams]
[grunts]
[screaming]
[blubbering]
ding
ding ding ding
(Hector)
'Hoo! Haa!'
ding ding ding
[Hector groaning]
beep beep beep
beep beep beep
fizz fizz fizz
[Hector screams]
[grunts]
Huh?
[chuckling]
[both laughing]
[grunts]
[groans]
[instrumental music]
[humming]
[whirring]
[whooshing]
Oh, my!
World class competition.
Ack.. Ptooey!
(male #2)
'Ladies, string your apron.'
On your mark, get set..
...bake!
Now, I'll hold the fort here,
Tweety.
You keep your eyes open.
[instrumental music]
Ooh!
[groaning]
[music continues]
clink clink clink
[screams]
Oh!
splat
puff
Ugh!
[groans]
[gasps]
splash
[Betsy screams]
Your parrot was in my pie.
He's no parrot,
he's a canary.
- Oh!
- Whatever.
If you can't win a contest
fair and square
maybe you shouldn't enter.
Well, I'd never.
Goodness, Tweety.
You look like you've been dyed
and gone to heaven.
[gasps]
Aha!
[indistinct chatter]
[screams]
[muffled grunting]
[grunting]
Sylvester, you really take
the prize.
(male #2)
'Your attention, please.'
We have a winner.
[indistinct chatter]
Ohh!
[gasps]
What?
This isn't my recipe.
Why, these are regular berries.
What do you mean
"Regular berries?"
That's the only kind
the rules allow.
Oh, what I meant was, uh, uh..
I think this is what you meant.
I switched
your little secret ingredient
with regular berries.
Mrs. Smitty's
berry pie filing?
Disqualified.
[audience cheering]
But how did you know?
[chuckles]
A little birdie told me.
Just call me curious purple.
Third place.
Not too shabby.
I just hope these pickled hog
feet don't give me heart burn.
Wonder what ever became
of Betsy Cracker.
[gasps]
Oh! Oh! Aah!
Thwack! Menthol shave cream
filling.
Yuck!
You could say
she got her just dessert.
[theme music]