The Sylvester & Tweety Mysteries (1995–2001): Season 4, Episode 11 - Brussels Sprouts/The Golden Bird of Shangri-Claw - 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 wook awound 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 ♪
[music continues]
♪ Mysteries ♪♪
[intense music]
[thunder rumbling]
[thunder rumbling]
[clamoring]
Run, Rotha Khan drank
'too much forbidden milk
of yak!'
(Rotha Khan)
'Out of my way!'
[grunting]
[mumbling]
[indistinct chatter]
[indistinct chatter]
honk honk
[tires screeching]
[indistinct chatter]
Is this a hanging sculpture?
Tch, tch, tch. No self-contwol.
No, dear lady.
Those are the footprints
of Rotha Khan
the founder of our town
the richest rancher
in all of Mongolia
and the direct descendent
of Genghis Khan.
Genghis Khan?
[intense music]
Help!
Dwanny's dweaming.
Help!
[clamoring]
(Granny)
'It's Genghis Khan!'
[laughing]
(all)
Granny! Granny! Granny! Granny!
- Got her! Got her!
- Put me down!
Help!
- I don't like this dweam.
- 'Got her! Got her!'
(Lanuk)
'You see, Granny,
the giant footprints are the..'
[chuckles]
...first step
of a really big show.
(Granny)
Do you get "Sullivan"
on Mongolian cable?
Gotcha! Eeh.
[screaming]
(Lanuk)
Oh, my goodness, gosh!
'Your pussycat
has upset the balance'
'of Rotha Khan's
foot impressions.'
[thuds]
(Granny)
'Sylvester,
how many times have I told you'
'don't play
with heavy machinery?'
Oh, it all fall down.
Arrest that woman.
Our beloved footprints
of the mighty Rotha Khan
destroyed!
When the giant hears about this
he will destroy the town
in a rampage!
Hmph. He's worried,
and I'm in the slammer.
And there you will stay.
If the giant can see
Granny is to blame
maybe he will not destroy
the town.
But what about my animals?
Oh, the little birdy
can stay with you.
Hm.
No food, no drink.
Nobody we know.
And my tootsies
are killing me.
You know, flea-brain
we may never eat again
if Granny doesn't get out
of that hoosegow.
[dramatic music]
Make way, filthy animals
or I cannot sweep this
street
before the noble house
of the great Rotha Khan.
If his street is dirty
he will be very, very angry!
[chuckling]
Huh? Rotha Khan-crete. Hm.
[instrumental music]
There, so when the Rotha Khan
steps into this muck
we can get out of here
and get us a hot meal.
[grunts]
Huh? Sheesh!
It's even bigger up close.
(Rotha Khan)
'I'm gonna move that toe.'
I'm gonna move that toe.
Let's get his attention.
- 'Bow-wow!'
- 'Meow! Meow!'
What the Sam Hill!
- Bow-wow!
- Meow! Meow!
[snarling]
Oh, I get it.
Field mice.
Way too much yak milk
last night, pilgrim.
Gotta grab me
some more shut-eye.
[Sylvester panting]
When we get him outside, blamo!
Footprints of Rotha Khan.
I'm gonna move that toe.
I'm gonna move that toe.
This'll get him up.
It'll be a hot time
in the old town tonight.
[siren wailing]
I'm gonna move that toe-e-e!
(Tweety)
'Stroke! Stroke!'
It's not polite to say that
to an octogenarian.
Now, look here,
I'm gonna teach you the lesson
your pappy should've taught you
a long time ago.
[Sylvester screams]
Mess with my laundry, will ya?
Phew.
Nah, I'm not angry.
[both sighing]
Like heck I ain't.
- Ah-ah-ah!'
- Yee-ouch!
(Rotha Khan)
'Fee fi fo fum!'
'Last night
I got as tight as a dru..'
Ah, that ain't it.
Ready or not..
(Sylvester)
Left-right, left-right. Eeh.
Here I c-c-co..
A-choo!
[sniffles]
[growls]
A-choo!
[Sylvester screams]
[groans]
A-choo!
bam
[sniffles]
[sneezing]
Ooh!
Cripes! My pancreas..
Ooh!
[groaning]
Ooh! Ah! Uh!
Well, I'll be a floppier tabby.
A-choo!
The great Rotha Khan
is allergic to me!
Huh?
[sniffs]
Oh!
That smarts!
A-choo!
(Sylvester)
What a mess!
We're gonna have to do this
all over again.
(Rotha Khan)
'Hey!'
You two got a lot to answer for.
[both groaning]
[intense music]
A-choo!
Got me a little score to settle
with your owner.
I tawt I taw a jailbird.
I tawt I taw a jailbird.
- 'I tawt I taw a jailbird.'
- Ooh!
Oh, my, he's a big creature.
[rumbling]
[sheep bleating]
A-a-a-choo!
[cows mooing]
Holy cow!
Please, you must tell Rotha Khan
you destroyed his footprints.
Help us, dear Granny.
Sure, sure. Where were you
when I needed you, copper?
Oh!
[intense music]
A-choo!
[rumbling]
O great Rotha Khan,
please spare this town.
It is all Granny's fault.
She broke your footprints.
Thanks for ratting me out,
stooly.
Are those your two critters?
Yeah, they're mine.
What about 'em?
Well, ma'am, I want you to know
your cat gave me a real wingding
of a sneezing fit.
[laughs]
So I guess you'll be needing
a new print
of these clodhoppers.
[thuds]
Come on. Let's get it over with.
Cripes! My pancreas.
[Granny humming]
I haven't been this nervous
since landing in Iwo Jima.
[instrumental music]
[crowd cheering]
Yup! Spelled it right.
And any cat that can reduce
the great Rotha Khan
to a blubbering baby
'deserves to be made
an honorary pasha.'
Huh?
[indistinct chatter]
Remember, Hector,
every dog has his day
'even when he's reawwy a cat.'
Move out.
[cows mooing]
Wagons ho!
Well, there goes Khan.
- Big Khan.
- Big bad Khan.
[crowd cheering]
What's a pasha?
[crowd cheering]
The pashais excellent today!
Da,very fresh.
[Sylvester screaming]
[clamoring]
Somehow, I don't think
he's gonna wike this.
Hey! Oop!
[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 wook awound 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 ♪
[music continues]
♪ Mysteries ♪♪
[intense music]
[thunder rumbling]
[thunder rumbling]
[clamoring]
Run, Rotha Khan drank
'too much forbidden milk
of yak!'
(Rotha Khan)
'Out of my way!'
[grunting]
[mumbling]
[indistinct chatter]
[indistinct chatter]
honk honk
[tires screeching]
[indistinct chatter]
Is this a hanging sculpture?
Tch, tch, tch. No self-contwol.
No, dear lady.
Those are the footprints
of Rotha Khan
the founder of our town
the richest rancher
in all of Mongolia
and the direct descendent
of Genghis Khan.
Genghis Khan?
[intense music]
Help!
Dwanny's dweaming.
Help!
[clamoring]
(Granny)
'It's Genghis Khan!'
[laughing]
(all)
Granny! Granny! Granny! Granny!
- Got her! Got her!
- Put me down!
Help!
- I don't like this dweam.
- 'Got her! Got her!'
(Lanuk)
'You see, Granny,
the giant footprints are the..'
[chuckles]
...first step
of a really big show.
(Granny)
Do you get "Sullivan"
on Mongolian cable?
Gotcha! Eeh.
[screaming]
(Lanuk)
Oh, my goodness, gosh!
'Your pussycat
has upset the balance'
'of Rotha Khan's
foot impressions.'
[thuds]
(Granny)
'Sylvester,
how many times have I told you'
'don't play
with heavy machinery?'
Oh, it all fall down.
Arrest that woman.
Our beloved footprints
of the mighty Rotha Khan
destroyed!
When the giant hears about this
he will destroy the town
in a rampage!
Hmph. He's worried,
and I'm in the slammer.
And there you will stay.
If the giant can see
Granny is to blame
maybe he will not destroy
the town.
But what about my animals?
Oh, the little birdy
can stay with you.
Hm.
No food, no drink.
Nobody we know.
And my tootsies
are killing me.
You know, flea-brain
we may never eat again
if Granny doesn't get out
of that hoosegow.
[dramatic music]
Make way, filthy animals
or I cannot sweep this
street
before the noble house
of the great Rotha Khan.
If his street is dirty
he will be very, very angry!
[chuckling]
Huh? Rotha Khan-crete. Hm.
[instrumental music]
There, so when the Rotha Khan
steps into this muck
we can get out of here
and get us a hot meal.
[grunts]
Huh? Sheesh!
It's even bigger up close.
(Rotha Khan)
'I'm gonna move that toe.'
I'm gonna move that toe.
Let's get his attention.
- 'Bow-wow!'
- 'Meow! Meow!'
What the Sam Hill!
- Bow-wow!
- Meow! Meow!
[snarling]
Oh, I get it.
Field mice.
Way too much yak milk
last night, pilgrim.
Gotta grab me
some more shut-eye.
[Sylvester panting]
When we get him outside, blamo!
Footprints of Rotha Khan.
I'm gonna move that toe.
I'm gonna move that toe.
This'll get him up.
It'll be a hot time
in the old town tonight.
[siren wailing]
I'm gonna move that toe-e-e!
(Tweety)
'Stroke! Stroke!'
It's not polite to say that
to an octogenarian.
Now, look here,
I'm gonna teach you the lesson
your pappy should've taught you
a long time ago.
[Sylvester screams]
Mess with my laundry, will ya?
Phew.
Nah, I'm not angry.
[both sighing]
Like heck I ain't.
- Ah-ah-ah!'
- Yee-ouch!
(Rotha Khan)
'Fee fi fo fum!'
'Last night
I got as tight as a dru..'
Ah, that ain't it.
Ready or not..
(Sylvester)
Left-right, left-right. Eeh.
Here I c-c-co..
A-choo!
[sniffles]
[growls]
A-choo!
[Sylvester screams]
[groans]
A-choo!
bam
[sniffles]
[sneezing]
Ooh!
Cripes! My pancreas..
Ooh!
[groaning]
Ooh! Ah! Uh!
Well, I'll be a floppier tabby.
A-choo!
The great Rotha Khan
is allergic to me!
Huh?
[sniffs]
Oh!
That smarts!
A-choo!
(Sylvester)
What a mess!
We're gonna have to do this
all over again.
(Rotha Khan)
'Hey!'
You two got a lot to answer for.
[both groaning]
[intense music]
A-choo!
Got me a little score to settle
with your owner.
I tawt I taw a jailbird.
I tawt I taw a jailbird.
- 'I tawt I taw a jailbird.'
- Ooh!
Oh, my, he's a big creature.
[rumbling]
[sheep bleating]
A-a-a-choo!
[cows mooing]
Holy cow!
Please, you must tell Rotha Khan
you destroyed his footprints.
Help us, dear Granny.
Sure, sure. Where were you
when I needed you, copper?
Oh!
[intense music]
A-choo!
[rumbling]
O great Rotha Khan,
please spare this town.
It is all Granny's fault.
She broke your footprints.
Thanks for ratting me out,
stooly.
Are those your two critters?
Yeah, they're mine.
What about 'em?
Well, ma'am, I want you to know
your cat gave me a real wingding
of a sneezing fit.
[laughs]
So I guess you'll be needing
a new print
of these clodhoppers.
[thuds]
Come on. Let's get it over with.
Cripes! My pancreas.
[Granny humming]
I haven't been this nervous
since landing in Iwo Jima.
[instrumental music]
[crowd cheering]
Yup! Spelled it right.
And any cat that can reduce
the great Rotha Khan
to a blubbering baby
'deserves to be made
an honorary pasha.'
Huh?
[indistinct chatter]
Remember, Hector,
every dog has his day
'even when he's reawwy a cat.'
Move out.
[cows mooing]
Wagons ho!
Well, there goes Khan.
- Big Khan.
- Big bad Khan.
[crowd cheering]
What's a pasha?
[crowd cheering]
The pashais excellent today!
Da,very fresh.
[Sylvester screaming]
[clamoring]
Somehow, I don't think
he's gonna wike this.
Hey! Oop!
[theme music]