The Sylvester & Tweety Mysteries (1995–2001): Season 4, Episode 12 - When Granny Ruled the Earth/Dutch Tweet - full transcript
[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 & 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
yessiree ♪
♪ But Hector thinks
you should be wary ♪
♪ 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]
(Sylvester)
Here we are in South America
off on another of Granny's
hare-brained adventures.
This time, searching
for some long lost Incan idol.
Hmm, it says here
that the last Incan emperor
fled to this mountain fortress
with the Inca Dinka Do
'a precious golden idol.'
[panting]
Sheesh.
If the Incans were so smart
why didn't they invent
the escalator?
The idol which has
never been found
is rumored
to possess magical powers
that transform its wearer
into anything that they desire.
Oh, good golly.
This is exciting.
I've never solved an ancient
Incan mystery before.
"Anything you desire," eh?
'I've gotta get me
one of those idol thingies.'
Come along, Hector.
There must be a clue
here somewhere.
All this work's
got me famished.
What I need
is little Andes appetizer.
'A-ha.'
Now if I was dowden idol,
where would I hide?
Hmm.
Nom-nom-nom.
Say, that sounded like lunch.
Searching for lost idols
murders your manicure.
Uh-oh. My widdle instincts
sense danger.
Gotcha!
Gotcha!
Yay!
Hey, I was here first.
Go find your own s-sustenance.
Oh, no, you don't.
I saw him first.
So I'll just help myself.
[grunting]
Sheesh. That smarts.
[thuds]
That smarts even worse.
[grunting]
Huh?
'Say, it's the lost idol.'
Maybe if I put it on,
it'll give me the strength
I need to get Tweety back
from that sneaky old lion.
[zaps]
Look at me.
Even my muscles have muscles.
Sheesh.
I'm scaring myself even.
Now, let's test out my pounce.
Wa-hoo!
Note to self,
"Never pounce indoors."
[dramatic music]
It's true. I've become
the world's mightiest pussycat!
Meow.
[clears throat]
I'll have to work on the roar.
Now where's that old lion
with my lunch?
[humming]
Barbecue.
With puddy out of the picture
and no puppy dog awound
I'll have to use my widdle wits
to get out of this pwedicament.
Excuse me, Mr. Wion
but don't you need wumps
of charcoal to make a barbecue?
Um..
You got a point there.
Well, if you untie me,
I'll get you some.
Oh, no, you don't.
If I do that,
you'll fly away.
Oh, no, Mr. Wion
you're much too cwever
to wet me do that.
Yeah, but I don't think--
Oh, but you simpwy
must have charcoal
for a pwoper barbecue.
Uh, yeah.
Oh, by the way,
how many wumps do you want?
Oh, better get me
a lot of lumps.
A whole lot of lumps.
[hammering]
[groaning]
[chuckles]
Well, now, that oughta
hold that old wion.
Got you this time.
Oh, my gosh.
Wooks like puddy's
has been working out.
Oh, my! It says here,
that the Inca Dinka Do's powers
'can transform it's wearer
to any size or strength.'
Huh?
(Granny)
'Oh, this guide book
is so artifacty.'
Naw.
Phew.
[growling]
Oh, ho, ho.
Not this time, brother.
Huh?
[grunting]
[thuds]
[groans]
Ha!
[ululates]
Uh-oh.
Um..
The bigger the puddies come,
the harder the puddies fall.
I'd better stop pwaying
with the puddytat
and find Dwanny.
[splash]
Yeow!
I'll get that little smart alec.
Oh!
Caught you.
Now for my barbecue.
Yeah!
Hold it right there, cousin.
Hey, I know you.
Sure you do, Mr. Wion.
He's the bad old puddy
that twied to take me away.
You keep out of this, bird.
Oh, no, you don't.
This is my lunch.
You're not gonna wet
Mr. Wion get away with that
are you, puddytat?
Listen,
this is my bird, lion.
And I'm gonna take him back.
- Oh, yeah?
- Yeah!
[grunts]
[grunts]
[yelling]
Dwo puddytat! Dwo Mr. Wion!
[chuckles]
Dwo det 'em!
[laughing]
Oh, puddy is so guwwible.
[laughs]
Uh-oh.
Uh..
[crashing]
[groaning]
Looks like
I'll just help myself
to that Tweety snack.
Phew. Too cwose.
[explosion]
Aw, the poor puddytat.
Too bad his newfound
stwength
wasn't in his head.
Now I got you.
Yeah!
Monotonous, but expected.
Heh, time for that barbecue.
Hey! Come back here
with that Tweety bird.
Hey!
Oh, no, you don't.
That's my barbecue.
[blows raspberry]
Give me that bird!
That's mine.
(both)
Hey! Come back
with that Tweety bird.
[upbeat music]
You wealize we had to stick
this guy in somepwace.
[grunting]
Oh, poor Hector.
Did you take a nasty fall?
[grunting]
[both screaming]
[crashing]
Phew! Now that was definitely
an E-ticket wide.
Ask your parents.
Ooh, look, puddy found
the missing idol.
Sylvester,
stop bothering Twee..
[gasps]
(Granny)
The missing idol.
Oh, Tweety, you found it.
[chuckles]
Well, boys,
we can leave now.
But I still want my barbecue.
Oh, Mr. Wion, wouldn't you
like something bigger
than a widdle bird to gwill?
Uh, yeah.
Well, what about him?
Me?
[Sylvester screaming]
[laughs]
Yep. Those puddies
are much too cwever for me.
[laughing]
[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 & 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
yessiree ♪
♪ But Hector thinks
you should be wary ♪
♪ 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]
(Sylvester)
Here we are in South America
off on another of Granny's
hare-brained adventures.
This time, searching
for some long lost Incan idol.
Hmm, it says here
that the last Incan emperor
fled to this mountain fortress
with the Inca Dinka Do
'a precious golden idol.'
[panting]
Sheesh.
If the Incans were so smart
why didn't they invent
the escalator?
The idol which has
never been found
is rumored
to possess magical powers
that transform its wearer
into anything that they desire.
Oh, good golly.
This is exciting.
I've never solved an ancient
Incan mystery before.
"Anything you desire," eh?
'I've gotta get me
one of those idol thingies.'
Come along, Hector.
There must be a clue
here somewhere.
All this work's
got me famished.
What I need
is little Andes appetizer.
'A-ha.'
Now if I was dowden idol,
where would I hide?
Hmm.
Nom-nom-nom.
Say, that sounded like lunch.
Searching for lost idols
murders your manicure.
Uh-oh. My widdle instincts
sense danger.
Gotcha!
Gotcha!
Yay!
Hey, I was here first.
Go find your own s-sustenance.
Oh, no, you don't.
I saw him first.
So I'll just help myself.
[grunting]
Sheesh. That smarts.
[thuds]
That smarts even worse.
[grunting]
Huh?
'Say, it's the lost idol.'
Maybe if I put it on,
it'll give me the strength
I need to get Tweety back
from that sneaky old lion.
[zaps]
Look at me.
Even my muscles have muscles.
Sheesh.
I'm scaring myself even.
Now, let's test out my pounce.
Wa-hoo!
Note to self,
"Never pounce indoors."
[dramatic music]
It's true. I've become
the world's mightiest pussycat!
Meow.
[clears throat]
I'll have to work on the roar.
Now where's that old lion
with my lunch?
[humming]
Barbecue.
With puddy out of the picture
and no puppy dog awound
I'll have to use my widdle wits
to get out of this pwedicament.
Excuse me, Mr. Wion
but don't you need wumps
of charcoal to make a barbecue?
Um..
You got a point there.
Well, if you untie me,
I'll get you some.
Oh, no, you don't.
If I do that,
you'll fly away.
Oh, no, Mr. Wion
you're much too cwever
to wet me do that.
Yeah, but I don't think--
Oh, but you simpwy
must have charcoal
for a pwoper barbecue.
Uh, yeah.
Oh, by the way,
how many wumps do you want?
Oh, better get me
a lot of lumps.
A whole lot of lumps.
[hammering]
[groaning]
[chuckles]
Well, now, that oughta
hold that old wion.
Got you this time.
Oh, my gosh.
Wooks like puddy's
has been working out.
Oh, my! It says here,
that the Inca Dinka Do's powers
'can transform it's wearer
to any size or strength.'
Huh?
(Granny)
'Oh, this guide book
is so artifacty.'
Naw.
Phew.
[growling]
Oh, ho, ho.
Not this time, brother.
Huh?
[grunting]
[thuds]
[groans]
Ha!
[ululates]
Uh-oh.
Um..
The bigger the puddies come,
the harder the puddies fall.
I'd better stop pwaying
with the puddytat
and find Dwanny.
[splash]
Yeow!
I'll get that little smart alec.
Oh!
Caught you.
Now for my barbecue.
Yeah!
Hold it right there, cousin.
Hey, I know you.
Sure you do, Mr. Wion.
He's the bad old puddy
that twied to take me away.
You keep out of this, bird.
Oh, no, you don't.
This is my lunch.
You're not gonna wet
Mr. Wion get away with that
are you, puddytat?
Listen,
this is my bird, lion.
And I'm gonna take him back.
- Oh, yeah?
- Yeah!
[grunts]
[grunts]
[yelling]
Dwo puddytat! Dwo Mr. Wion!
[chuckles]
Dwo det 'em!
[laughing]
Oh, puddy is so guwwible.
[laughs]
Uh-oh.
Uh..
[crashing]
[groaning]
Looks like
I'll just help myself
to that Tweety snack.
Phew. Too cwose.
[explosion]
Aw, the poor puddytat.
Too bad his newfound
stwength
wasn't in his head.
Now I got you.
Yeah!
Monotonous, but expected.
Heh, time for that barbecue.
Hey! Come back here
with that Tweety bird.
Hey!
Oh, no, you don't.
That's my barbecue.
[blows raspberry]
Give me that bird!
That's mine.
(both)
Hey! Come back
with that Tweety bird.
[upbeat music]
You wealize we had to stick
this guy in somepwace.
[grunting]
Oh, poor Hector.
Did you take a nasty fall?
[grunting]
[both screaming]
[crashing]
Phew! Now that was definitely
an E-ticket wide.
Ask your parents.
Ooh, look, puddy found
the missing idol.
Sylvester,
stop bothering Twee..
[gasps]
(Granny)
The missing idol.
Oh, Tweety, you found it.
[chuckles]
Well, boys,
we can leave now.
But I still want my barbecue.
Oh, Mr. Wion, wouldn't you
like something bigger
than a widdle bird to gwill?
Uh, yeah.
Well, what about him?
Me?
[Sylvester screaming]
[laughs]
Yep. Those puddies
are much too cwever for me.
[laughing]
[theme music]