The Sylvester & Tweety Mysteries (1995–2001): Season 4, Episode 13 - Bayou on the Half Shell/Seeing Double - full transcript
[instrumental music]
Shh!
[eerie music]
[gasps]
Mommy! Daddy!
Have you seen my little birdie?
[chuckling]
[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 ♪
♪ Some day 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 ♪
(Sylvester)
Every year, we spend Christmas
in Granny's cousin's
friend's sister's house
in New England.
And every year,
I get the same thing
for Christmas.
A rubber mouse.
Well, this year
it's gonna be different.
"Dear Santa
"What I really want
for Christmas
is a little yellow--"
Whatchu writin', puddy?
Go on, go on.
Write you own letter.
Oh, the North Pole, huh?
You're writin' a wetter
to Santa Cwaus?
None of your beeswax.
You know, puddy, Santa Cwaus
won't bwing you anything
if you haven't been good.
Have you been good, puddy, huh?
He keeps a wist, you know.
Did you put in a postage on it.
It's 45, at the North Pole.
The postman won't dewiver
if you didn't.
thud
'Help. Hey, let me out.'
'Remember, puddy,
Santa's watching.'
Huh?
[instrumental music]
You'll never find me like that.
I must be way down
at the bottom by now.
Huh? Hmm-hmm.
Deeper, puddy, deeper.
Oh.
thud
♪ When the snow
lay round about ♪
♪ Deep and crisp and even ♪
♪ Brightly shone
the moon that night ♪
♪ Though the frost was cruel ♪
[telephone ringing]
Now, who can that be?
'Uh, y-yes. hello.'
'Speaking.'
'Yes, certainly, of course.'
'We'll be there in a jiffy.'
Lock and load, boys!
We've got another case.
[gasps]
Hector.
[laughs]
(Laura)
'I don't wanna a new puppy!'
'I want my birdie back!'
Wouldn't our little cupcake
rather have a doggie?
[knock on door]
[crying]
Birdie.
(father)
'Himalayan llama?'
Birdie, birdie, birdie!
Ring-tailed lemur?
[whispering]
A Granny?
Oh, What kind of pet is..
Oh, Granny?
When we bought
the little bird for Laura
it looked cute enough.
But then, it started
to bite more.
- Feathers everywhere.
- And the noise.
- 'Singing at all hours.'
- 'And always off-key.'
(mother)
'We couldn't stand it.'
So, we decided to get rid of it.
We gave it to our chauffeur
to return to the pet store.
But we don't remember
which pet store.
(father)
'And now, our chauffeur's gone
on his Christmas holiday.'
(Granny)
'Oh, and you want me
to get it back?'
[Laura crying]
(both)
Yes.
Hm. Here's my chance
for gettin' good with Santa.
[instrumental music]
How very thoughtful, Sylvester.
Ooh! Oops.
A little yellow bird?
Ah, yeah, yeah.
That was delivered to our store.
Hot-dog!
I found it on my first try.
arf arf arf
But I traded it
to Earl's House Of Pets
for a blue-tongued skink.
[snarling]
You two stay outside this time.
And no monkey business.
[shivering]
[growling]
[sniffing]
Yeah, sure, go ahead.
I'll save your spot.
Hey, Santa must be early.
meow meow meow
Ah!
[instrumental music]
[all yelling]
[panting]
(male #1)
'Hey, you!'
[shouting]
[screaming]
[screaming]
Now, I got you,
you mangy malamute.
[gasps]
O-oh.
[sneering]
Oh-oh.
Birds I got already.
I traded for a six pack
of grind shrimp
Bob's pet Emporium,
Third and Main Street.
Well, doesn't that
just take the biscuit.
Okay, boys,
third time's the charm.
Mm.
Ah.
[giggles]
This will put me on
Santa's nice list for sure.
[telephone ringing]
Whoa, whoa, whoa!
[screaming]
[screaming]
Hey, you!
Come back with my tree.
[screaming]
A little yellow bird?
Why, yes,
we're expecting it to arrive
with the shipment
any minute now.
thud
Mm-mm-mm.
Oh, Santa is gonna give you
a wump of coal
for sure, puddy.
[Laura crying]
Oh, it's Christmas Eve
and all I've got to give
that little girl
is a handful of feathers
and a broken dream.
[doorbell rings]
(Laura)
'I'll never see my little'
'yellow birdie again.'
chirp chirp chirp
Ah.
Ha! A little yellow birdie.
Just what I wanted
for Christmas.
There really is a Santa Claus.
(Granny)
'I'm so sorry about your bird.'
Hm?
chirp chirp chirp
Oh!
thud
- Merry Christmas, darling.
- A puddy tat.
My very own pussycat.
No, no, muffin.
Your birdie, remember?
I want a puddy tat!
No, no, no!
Puddy tat, puddy tat!
[instrumental music]
Gracious me!
Look what the Fokneroys
sent over
as a token of
their appreciation.
[instrumental music]
A rubber mouse.
Oh, well, puddy,
there's always next year.
Yeah, but in spring time.
[snarling]
[theme music]
Shh!
[eerie music]
[gasps]
Mommy! Daddy!
Have you seen my little birdie?
[chuckling]
[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 ♪
♪ Some day 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 ♪
(Sylvester)
Every year, we spend Christmas
in Granny's cousin's
friend's sister's house
in New England.
And every year,
I get the same thing
for Christmas.
A rubber mouse.
Well, this year
it's gonna be different.
"Dear Santa
"What I really want
for Christmas
is a little yellow--"
Whatchu writin', puddy?
Go on, go on.
Write you own letter.
Oh, the North Pole, huh?
You're writin' a wetter
to Santa Cwaus?
None of your beeswax.
You know, puddy, Santa Cwaus
won't bwing you anything
if you haven't been good.
Have you been good, puddy, huh?
He keeps a wist, you know.
Did you put in a postage on it.
It's 45, at the North Pole.
The postman won't dewiver
if you didn't.
thud
'Help. Hey, let me out.'
'Remember, puddy,
Santa's watching.'
Huh?
[instrumental music]
You'll never find me like that.
I must be way down
at the bottom by now.
Huh? Hmm-hmm.
Deeper, puddy, deeper.
Oh.
thud
♪ When the snow
lay round about ♪
♪ Deep and crisp and even ♪
♪ Brightly shone
the moon that night ♪
♪ Though the frost was cruel ♪
[telephone ringing]
Now, who can that be?
'Uh, y-yes. hello.'
'Speaking.'
'Yes, certainly, of course.'
'We'll be there in a jiffy.'
Lock and load, boys!
We've got another case.
[gasps]
Hector.
[laughs]
(Laura)
'I don't wanna a new puppy!'
'I want my birdie back!'
Wouldn't our little cupcake
rather have a doggie?
[knock on door]
[crying]
Birdie.
(father)
'Himalayan llama?'
Birdie, birdie, birdie!
Ring-tailed lemur?
[whispering]
A Granny?
Oh, What kind of pet is..
Oh, Granny?
When we bought
the little bird for Laura
it looked cute enough.
But then, it started
to bite more.
- Feathers everywhere.
- And the noise.
- 'Singing at all hours.'
- 'And always off-key.'
(mother)
'We couldn't stand it.'
So, we decided to get rid of it.
We gave it to our chauffeur
to return to the pet store.
But we don't remember
which pet store.
(father)
'And now, our chauffeur's gone
on his Christmas holiday.'
(Granny)
'Oh, and you want me
to get it back?'
[Laura crying]
(both)
Yes.
Hm. Here's my chance
for gettin' good with Santa.
[instrumental music]
How very thoughtful, Sylvester.
Ooh! Oops.
A little yellow bird?
Ah, yeah, yeah.
That was delivered to our store.
Hot-dog!
I found it on my first try.
arf arf arf
But I traded it
to Earl's House Of Pets
for a blue-tongued skink.
[snarling]
You two stay outside this time.
And no monkey business.
[shivering]
[growling]
[sniffing]
Yeah, sure, go ahead.
I'll save your spot.
Hey, Santa must be early.
meow meow meow
Ah!
[instrumental music]
[all yelling]
[panting]
(male #1)
'Hey, you!'
[shouting]
[screaming]
[screaming]
Now, I got you,
you mangy malamute.
[gasps]
O-oh.
[sneering]
Oh-oh.
Birds I got already.
I traded for a six pack
of grind shrimp
Bob's pet Emporium,
Third and Main Street.
Well, doesn't that
just take the biscuit.
Okay, boys,
third time's the charm.
Mm.
Ah.
[giggles]
This will put me on
Santa's nice list for sure.
[telephone ringing]
Whoa, whoa, whoa!
[screaming]
[screaming]
Hey, you!
Come back with my tree.
[screaming]
A little yellow bird?
Why, yes,
we're expecting it to arrive
with the shipment
any minute now.
thud
Mm-mm-mm.
Oh, Santa is gonna give you
a wump of coal
for sure, puddy.
[Laura crying]
Oh, it's Christmas Eve
and all I've got to give
that little girl
is a handful of feathers
and a broken dream.
[doorbell rings]
(Laura)
'I'll never see my little'
'yellow birdie again.'
chirp chirp chirp
Ah.
Ha! A little yellow birdie.
Just what I wanted
for Christmas.
There really is a Santa Claus.
(Granny)
'I'm so sorry about your bird.'
Hm?
chirp chirp chirp
Oh!
thud
- Merry Christmas, darling.
- A puddy tat.
My very own pussycat.
No, no, muffin.
Your birdie, remember?
I want a puddy tat!
No, no, no!
Puddy tat, puddy tat!
[instrumental music]
Gracious me!
Look what the Fokneroys
sent over
as a token of
their appreciation.
[instrumental music]
A rubber mouse.
Oh, well, puddy,
there's always next year.
Yeah, but in spring time.
[snarling]
[theme music]