The Sylvester & Tweety Mysteries (1995–2001): Season 4, Episode 5 - Casino Evil/Happy Bath Day to You - full transcript
[instrumental music]
[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 and Tweety
mysteries ♪
♪ It might be day
or night whenever ♪
♪ Conditions are right
for them to flee ♪
♪ Somehow it all
just 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)
Sheesh!
Granny dragged us
to the Serengeti
to watch the migration
of the gnus.
This migration thing
happens every year
at precisely the same time.
Sheesh!
How predictable can you get?
Speaking of punctual
it's time for my mid-morning
Tweety bird snack.
Uh-oh!
Ah!
Well, that's a twip
I could have done without.
Okay, gnu lovers
the migration begins right..
[clock ticking]
N-n-n-n-n-n..
Now!
[tourists exclaiming]
Oh, dear, where are they?
[gasps]
There's nothing uglier
than a busload
of angry gnu lovers.
Ladies and gentlemen,
I really don't know
where the gnus are. Heh heh.
Uh, their disappearance
is a mystery to me.
(all)
Hey!
Did someone say mystery?
[instrumental music]
Yup. The gnus are missin'
alright.
Without those gnus
this pride will starve.
And you know what they say, boys
no gnus is bad news.
Here's the real bad news,
Your Highness.
If you don't find the gnus
it'll be time for a new king.
Eesh! That is bad news.
Now, where could those pesky
little gnus have gone to?
Hey, how 'bout a busload
of domestic tourists?
They look really yummy.
[indistinct whispering]
Nah, too much saturated fat.
We want our gnus or else..
[screeches]
Sometimes it ain't so good
to be the king.
[instrumental music]
[Hector barking]
Oh, my, oh, my.
Hector is really
on to something.
Hector!
We're hunting a gnu herd
not a new hydrant.
Hmm, gotcha! What the..
Hello, puddy. I see you found
an African honey badger.
[growling]
Oh, they never would've let us
showed that on television.
Medic.
Come back here,
you aviary appetizer.
[yells]
Boy, that puddy
is sure persistent.
[ululating]
Meow!
'Let me out of here!'
[instrumental music]
That's the thing
about the wilderness.
Too many wild animals!
[Sylvester whimpering]
[thud]
[growls]
Oh-oh-oh, listen,
um, we're cousins, right?
Hm, you got a point there.
You know, bein'
king of the jungle
isn't everything they say it is.
Always on the hunt.
Hunt, eat, hunt, eat.
I'm tired of chasin' my food
before I eat it.
You're tellin' me, buster.
What I really like is a nice
quiet life like yours.
Really?
Say, I got an idea.
[instrumental music]
Be careful,
I just had it dry cleaned.
Yeah, thanks, see you around,
sucker.
Just think,
I'm king of the jungle.
Whatever the king wants
he gets.
And the king wants
a nice canary pot pie.
[hammering]
Sylvester, where have you been?
[grunts]
Oh, my!
Looks like someone
needs to go on a diet.
[instrumental music]
Goal sighted!
This safari stuff
sure is stwenuous.
[blows whistles]
[whispering]
Okay, now
let's go out there
and win this one f-for the king.
Break!
Hut!
This time I can't lose.
I've got that bird surrounded.
Wha.. I thought I saw
a big puddy tat.
I did! I did!
Oh, there's another,
and another.
Say, something very stwange
is happening here.
[blows whistles]
Grab him.
[growling]
Oh, looks like
the big puddies play rough.
Huh?
[blows whistles]
And they call them
the kings of the jungle.
Instead of lookin'
for tender juicy gnus
we wasted time chasin'
some dinky bird
who's not even a mouthful.
All in favor of deposing
the king say "I."
- I!
- I!
It's unanimous.
I've had it with you
sissies.
Someone else be king.
- Huh?
- Huh?
What's the matter?
Well, sport, the only way
to get a new king
is for the old king to..
[screeches]
[gulps]
You mean I gotta croak?
Yeah, that's
the general concept.
But don't worry,
we'll be glad to help ya.
[screams]
Quick, quick, you gotta
trade furs back with me.
[yawning]
What are you? Crazy?
No way.
I love my new life.
Oh, please. Oh, please.
Oh, pretty please.
With sugar and stuff on it.
Umm...no.
I tawt something was wrong.
There's a lion
in puddy's twousers.
Fine, I'll just
take my old fur back.
[groans]
Goodness gracious!
A lion is attacking
poor Sylvester.
Hector, we must save him.
Take that, you mean lion.
Leave my precious kitty alone.
Dwo Dwanny! Dwo Hector!
Sheesh! I never knew
they cared so much about me.
- Ouch!
- Ain't I a stinker?
- Waa-ha-ha.
- And don't come back.
Woo-ho!
Phew.
- Gotcha!
- Gotcha!
Wait, stop!
You don't understand.
I-I-I'm not really the king.
Well, if you're not the king,
where is he?
He's over there.
There, there, Sylvester
the mean old lion is gone.
That's the king?
[laughing]
But, seriously, it is.
See, I'll take off my fur
and show ya.
Sufferin' succotash!
The darn thing's stuck.
[screaming]
New gnu prints.
We're getting close.
Oh my goodness!
[crashing]
[upbeat music]
Where are we?
Why, look.
(Granny)
It's the missing herd.
Shame on you for being late
for your annual migration.
Disappointing
all those tourists.
Hey, wait a minute.
I recognize this place.
This is your
secret hideout, Leo.
Okay, you caught me.
I hid the gnus as a plot
to take your place as king.
You were gettin'
on my nerves.
But after livin' under
this guy's rule
I realize you're not
so lousy after all.
Now that the gnus
have been found
and the plot against me
has been foiled
I can take my rightful place
as king again.
Puddy wanted to be king
but he just got crowned.
[theme music]
[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 and Tweety
mysteries ♪
♪ It might be day
or night whenever ♪
♪ Conditions are right
for them to flee ♪
♪ Somehow it all
just 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)
Sheesh!
Granny dragged us
to the Serengeti
to watch the migration
of the gnus.
This migration thing
happens every year
at precisely the same time.
Sheesh!
How predictable can you get?
Speaking of punctual
it's time for my mid-morning
Tweety bird snack.
Uh-oh!
Ah!
Well, that's a twip
I could have done without.
Okay, gnu lovers
the migration begins right..
[clock ticking]
N-n-n-n-n-n..
Now!
[tourists exclaiming]
Oh, dear, where are they?
[gasps]
There's nothing uglier
than a busload
of angry gnu lovers.
Ladies and gentlemen,
I really don't know
where the gnus are. Heh heh.
Uh, their disappearance
is a mystery to me.
(all)
Hey!
Did someone say mystery?
[instrumental music]
Yup. The gnus are missin'
alright.
Without those gnus
this pride will starve.
And you know what they say, boys
no gnus is bad news.
Here's the real bad news,
Your Highness.
If you don't find the gnus
it'll be time for a new king.
Eesh! That is bad news.
Now, where could those pesky
little gnus have gone to?
Hey, how 'bout a busload
of domestic tourists?
They look really yummy.
[indistinct whispering]
Nah, too much saturated fat.
We want our gnus or else..
[screeches]
Sometimes it ain't so good
to be the king.
[instrumental music]
[Hector barking]
Oh, my, oh, my.
Hector is really
on to something.
Hector!
We're hunting a gnu herd
not a new hydrant.
Hmm, gotcha! What the..
Hello, puddy. I see you found
an African honey badger.
[growling]
Oh, they never would've let us
showed that on television.
Medic.
Come back here,
you aviary appetizer.
[yells]
Boy, that puddy
is sure persistent.
[ululating]
Meow!
'Let me out of here!'
[instrumental music]
That's the thing
about the wilderness.
Too many wild animals!
[Sylvester whimpering]
[thud]
[growls]
Oh-oh-oh, listen,
um, we're cousins, right?
Hm, you got a point there.
You know, bein'
king of the jungle
isn't everything they say it is.
Always on the hunt.
Hunt, eat, hunt, eat.
I'm tired of chasin' my food
before I eat it.
You're tellin' me, buster.
What I really like is a nice
quiet life like yours.
Really?
Say, I got an idea.
[instrumental music]
Be careful,
I just had it dry cleaned.
Yeah, thanks, see you around,
sucker.
Just think,
I'm king of the jungle.
Whatever the king wants
he gets.
And the king wants
a nice canary pot pie.
[hammering]
Sylvester, where have you been?
[grunts]
Oh, my!
Looks like someone
needs to go on a diet.
[instrumental music]
Goal sighted!
This safari stuff
sure is stwenuous.
[blows whistles]
[whispering]
Okay, now
let's go out there
and win this one f-for the king.
Break!
Hut!
This time I can't lose.
I've got that bird surrounded.
Wha.. I thought I saw
a big puddy tat.
I did! I did!
Oh, there's another,
and another.
Say, something very stwange
is happening here.
[blows whistles]
Grab him.
[growling]
Oh, looks like
the big puddies play rough.
Huh?
[blows whistles]
And they call them
the kings of the jungle.
Instead of lookin'
for tender juicy gnus
we wasted time chasin'
some dinky bird
who's not even a mouthful.
All in favor of deposing
the king say "I."
- I!
- I!
It's unanimous.
I've had it with you
sissies.
Someone else be king.
- Huh?
- Huh?
What's the matter?
Well, sport, the only way
to get a new king
is for the old king to..
[screeches]
[gulps]
You mean I gotta croak?
Yeah, that's
the general concept.
But don't worry,
we'll be glad to help ya.
[screams]
Quick, quick, you gotta
trade furs back with me.
[yawning]
What are you? Crazy?
No way.
I love my new life.
Oh, please. Oh, please.
Oh, pretty please.
With sugar and stuff on it.
Umm...no.
I tawt something was wrong.
There's a lion
in puddy's twousers.
Fine, I'll just
take my old fur back.
[groans]
Goodness gracious!
A lion is attacking
poor Sylvester.
Hector, we must save him.
Take that, you mean lion.
Leave my precious kitty alone.
Dwo Dwanny! Dwo Hector!
Sheesh! I never knew
they cared so much about me.
- Ouch!
- Ain't I a stinker?
- Waa-ha-ha.
- And don't come back.
Woo-ho!
Phew.
- Gotcha!
- Gotcha!
Wait, stop!
You don't understand.
I-I-I'm not really the king.
Well, if you're not the king,
where is he?
He's over there.
There, there, Sylvester
the mean old lion is gone.
That's the king?
[laughing]
But, seriously, it is.
See, I'll take off my fur
and show ya.
Sufferin' succotash!
The darn thing's stuck.
[screaming]
New gnu prints.
We're getting close.
Oh my goodness!
[crashing]
[upbeat music]
Where are we?
Why, look.
(Granny)
It's the missing herd.
Shame on you for being late
for your annual migration.
Disappointing
all those tourists.
Hey, wait a minute.
I recognize this place.
This is your
secret hideout, Leo.
Okay, you caught me.
I hid the gnus as a plot
to take your place as king.
You were gettin'
on my nerves.
But after livin' under
this guy's rule
I realize you're not
so lousy after all.
Now that the gnus
have been found
and the plot against me
has been foiled
I can take my rightful place
as king again.
Puddy wanted to be king
but he just got crowned.
[theme music]