The Sylvester & Tweety Mysteries (1995–2001): Season 3, Episode 8 - The Fountain of Funk/Yes, We Have No Canaries - full transcript
[theme music]
♪ Whenever there's
a crime or trouble ♪
♪ That no one can solve
at all it seems ♪
♪ That's when they come
in 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 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)
Oaxaca, Mexico.
Where we just happened,
wouldn't you know it, to be
during the annual day
of the dead celebration. Ew.
(Hector)
Oh!
[instrumental music]
Isn't this fascinating?
More like t-t-terrifying.
[music continues]
El bueno gato.
[screams]
[music continues]
aah
If any hombre
can find us good seats
I imagine
the grand marshal can.
[chuckles]
Where's the mayor?
Where's my lunch?
[screams]
Are you the mayor?
Pedro Dias, event organizer.
The parade is starting
and the mayor is missing.
Something like this may come
as a big surprise to you
but it happens to us
every week around this time.
[crowd cheering]
[upbeat music]
(Pedro)
'It's a 200-year-old tradition
for the mayor'
to reign over
the day of the dead.
(Granny)
'"This is a ransom note.'
'"I have the mayor.'
'One million pesos."'
(Pedro)
'The fiesta is ruined'
'without Mayor Abel
Valenzuela.'
[band music]
No! Not yet!
Uh, we'd be glad to help, Pedro.
Muchas gracias, Senora Granny.
Hmm, we're in Mexico
but he sure was wushing.
sniff sniff sniff
Good boy, Hector!
[groaning]
[instrumental music]
ah
(Granny)
'Our culprit's
not only a kidnapper'
he ruined a lovely magazine.
And he's delayed
a lovely canary taco.
Hasta la vista,Tweety.
[grunts]
[giggles]
Oh, yuck!
What a dirty windshield.
Wah-hoo.
[grunting]
[screams]
Ooh, you don't want to eat me
today of all days, puddy.
Or my spirit
will return to haunt you.
[grunts]
Crazy cat.
Well, let him sleep.
Looks like we're going
to a town picnic.
Vamonos!
[instrumental music]
Hector!
[groans]
[screams]
swoosh
crash
[groaning]
[groaning]
[all screaming]
Puddy makes enough ruckus
to waise the dead.
crash
Coming, mother.
[instrumental music]
slurp slurp slurp
Elvis has weft the building.
My, someone left their food
drinks, even the tuna salad.
But who?
Mayor Abel Valenzuela.
Not yet, fellas!
Oh, such nice boys.
Oh, dear me. Look!
'Skeletal footprints.'
And they lead straight
to the mayor's picnic.
How "X-Files."
[up-tempo music]
A buwwito a day
keeps the puddy away.
All this picnic talk
has got me famished
for tortilla con Tweety.
Ha!
chomp
Hmm?
boom
hiss
(Sylvester)
'Fire! Water!'
'Water! Water, water, water!'
[screaming]
(Granny)
Oh, fiddlesticks.
One of us will just have to go
in there and find that skeleton.
The man's disappearance
has suddenly
become a very gwave matter.
[screaming]
[gasping]
Water! Agua!
[grunts]
[instrumental music]
Oh, no!
I'm in cartoon Hades!
More than usual.
splash
[instrumental music]
whoosh
[music continues]
splash
thud thud
(both)
You red-nosed freak of nature!
whirr whirr
squeak
pop
pop
boing
boing
boing
boing
hiss
[band music]
vroom
burp
swish
vroom
chomp
hiss
whirr whirr
spoot spoot
Phew! Must be somethin'
I thought I ate.
thud
boing
[music continues]
[evil laugh]
I thought I thaw a puddytat.
[gasp]
[screams]
thud thud
[groaning]
It's el grande Tweety!
Now why would
a skeleton need pesos?
[screaming]
[teeth chattering]
Sylvester, too much
catnip makes a flitty kitty.
whoosh
[carnival music]
My! What festive
offers to the dead.
This is the happiest
gwaveyard on earth.
[Sylvester screams]
[mumbles]
crash crash crash
Ay chihuahua!
Mercy, that skeleton
wants to put
the kibosh on our kitty.
crash
We needed one more big quest.
Dwon't you think?
crash
Now to unmask our bandito.
Gracias!
[gasps]
Why..
You're Mayor Abel
Valenzuela!
[band music]
Not yet.
Someone conked me on the cabeza
and I woke up dressed like this.
Hmm..
[instrumental music]
[crowd cheering]
Ah-ha!
Phony footprints, a kidnapping..
All so you could
ride in the parade.
I was always the event planner.
But never the parade celebrity.
Well, you'll be getting
plenty of attention
where you're going.
(male announcer)
'Domos en caballeros!'
'The grand marshal of
the day of the dead festival'
'Mayor Abel Valenzuela!'
[band music]
I told you we'd know
where to find the best seats.
[giggles]
Puddy, there's nothing to fear
but fear itself.
Phew!
[screams]
Except for your fwiendly
neighborhood Tweety bird.
[chuckles]
[theme music]
♪ Whenever there's
a crime or trouble ♪
♪ That no one can solve
at all it seems ♪
♪ That's when they come
in 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 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)
Oaxaca, Mexico.
Where we just happened,
wouldn't you know it, to be
during the annual day
of the dead celebration. Ew.
(Hector)
Oh!
[instrumental music]
Isn't this fascinating?
More like t-t-terrifying.
[music continues]
El bueno gato.
[screams]
[music continues]
aah
If any hombre
can find us good seats
I imagine
the grand marshal can.
[chuckles]
Where's the mayor?
Where's my lunch?
[screams]
Are you the mayor?
Pedro Dias, event organizer.
The parade is starting
and the mayor is missing.
Something like this may come
as a big surprise to you
but it happens to us
every week around this time.
[crowd cheering]
[upbeat music]
(Pedro)
'It's a 200-year-old tradition
for the mayor'
to reign over
the day of the dead.
(Granny)
'"This is a ransom note.'
'"I have the mayor.'
'One million pesos."'
(Pedro)
'The fiesta is ruined'
'without Mayor Abel
Valenzuela.'
[band music]
No! Not yet!
Uh, we'd be glad to help, Pedro.
Muchas gracias, Senora Granny.
Hmm, we're in Mexico
but he sure was wushing.
sniff sniff sniff
Good boy, Hector!
[groaning]
[instrumental music]
ah
(Granny)
'Our culprit's
not only a kidnapper'
he ruined a lovely magazine.
And he's delayed
a lovely canary taco.
Hasta la vista,Tweety.
[grunts]
[giggles]
Oh, yuck!
What a dirty windshield.
Wah-hoo.
[grunting]
[screams]
Ooh, you don't want to eat me
today of all days, puddy.
Or my spirit
will return to haunt you.
[grunts]
Crazy cat.
Well, let him sleep.
Looks like we're going
to a town picnic.
Vamonos!
[instrumental music]
Hector!
[groans]
[screams]
swoosh
crash
[groaning]
[groaning]
[all screaming]
Puddy makes enough ruckus
to waise the dead.
crash
Coming, mother.
[instrumental music]
slurp slurp slurp
Elvis has weft the building.
My, someone left their food
drinks, even the tuna salad.
But who?
Mayor Abel Valenzuela.
Not yet, fellas!
Oh, such nice boys.
Oh, dear me. Look!
'Skeletal footprints.'
And they lead straight
to the mayor's picnic.
How "X-Files."
[up-tempo music]
A buwwito a day
keeps the puddy away.
All this picnic talk
has got me famished
for tortilla con Tweety.
Ha!
chomp
Hmm?
boom
hiss
(Sylvester)
'Fire! Water!'
'Water! Water, water, water!'
[screaming]
(Granny)
Oh, fiddlesticks.
One of us will just have to go
in there and find that skeleton.
The man's disappearance
has suddenly
become a very gwave matter.
[screaming]
[gasping]
Water! Agua!
[grunts]
[instrumental music]
Oh, no!
I'm in cartoon Hades!
More than usual.
splash
[instrumental music]
whoosh
[music continues]
splash
thud thud
(both)
You red-nosed freak of nature!
whirr whirr
squeak
pop
pop
boing
boing
boing
boing
hiss
[band music]
vroom
burp
swish
vroom
chomp
hiss
whirr whirr
spoot spoot
Phew! Must be somethin'
I thought I ate.
thud
boing
[music continues]
[evil laugh]
I thought I thaw a puddytat.
[gasp]
[screams]
thud thud
[groaning]
It's el grande Tweety!
Now why would
a skeleton need pesos?
[screaming]
[teeth chattering]
Sylvester, too much
catnip makes a flitty kitty.
whoosh
[carnival music]
My! What festive
offers to the dead.
This is the happiest
gwaveyard on earth.
[Sylvester screams]
[mumbles]
crash crash crash
Ay chihuahua!
Mercy, that skeleton
wants to put
the kibosh on our kitty.
crash
We needed one more big quest.
Dwon't you think?
crash
Now to unmask our bandito.
Gracias!
[gasps]
Why..
You're Mayor Abel
Valenzuela!
[band music]
Not yet.
Someone conked me on the cabeza
and I woke up dressed like this.
Hmm..
[instrumental music]
[crowd cheering]
Ah-ha!
Phony footprints, a kidnapping..
All so you could
ride in the parade.
I was always the event planner.
But never the parade celebrity.
Well, you'll be getting
plenty of attention
where you're going.
(male announcer)
'Domos en caballeros!'
'The grand marshal of
the day of the dead festival'
'Mayor Abel Valenzuela!'
[band music]
I told you we'd know
where to find the best seats.
[giggles]
Puddy, there's nothing to fear
but fear itself.
Phew!
[screams]
Except for your fwiendly
neighborhood Tweety bird.
[chuckles]
[theme music]