The Sylvester & Tweety Mysteries (1995–2001): Season 4, Episode 6 - The Rotha-Khan/Good Bird Hunting - 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 & Tweety Mysteries ♪
♪ It might be day
or night whenever ♪
♪ Conditions are right
for them to flee ♪
♪ Somehow it all
just fits together ♪
♪ Sylvester & 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 & Tweety Mysteries ♪
♪ The chase goes on
with each new mission ♪
♪ With backdrops
a-plenty globally ♪
♪ And through it all
they're in contention ♪
♪ Sylvester & Tweety ♪
♪ Mysteries ♪♪
[instrumental music]
Good evening.
Tonight, we have a program
for you about a Tweety
a kitty and an old biddy.
[inhales sharply]
Thank you.
[instrumental music]
(Granny)
'What a time for the old trick
knee to start acting up.'
Right when the Women's Auxiliary
Bowling team needs me most.
Lucky I could rent this
apartment for a few weeks
'while my leg heals.'
Speaking of heels, I wonder
where that puddy tat is.
[Hector snoring]
slurp
Whoa-a-a! Oh!
[laughs]
'Whoa!'
[gulps]
Aw, the poor puddy's
fingers are stuck.
Don't worry, puddy,
I'll free you.
This little piddy
went to market
this little piddy
stayed home
this little piddy
had roast beef.
[Sylvester screams]
Well, what do you know!
Ran out of piddies.
crash
Sylvester,
quit picking on Tweety.
Yeah, stop pickin' on me,
you bad old puddy tat.
[groaning]
Ooh. I wonder what this is for.
[instrumental music]
[gasps]
[gasps]
[yells]
Huh?
[clicks]
Phew!
[woman yelling]
'It's a crime! A crime!
My, my! What is that?
I'm telling you, it's a crime,
the way you treat me.
Now, you listen to me,
Calvin Q. Calculus
I'm tired of doing
all the work around here
while you waste your time
on silly hobbies.
First,
it was stamp collecting
then taxidermy, now this.
But, Gertrude..
Don't you, "But, Gertrude" me.
You never take me anywhere.
Well,
one of us has got to go.
Do you hear me?
[gasps]
Did you see that look
on Calvin's face, Tweety?
Not exactly the wook of wove.
If my detective's intuition
serves me right
and I think it does
Gertrude better not turn
her back on that little man.
[both snoring]
[thuds]
[both snoring]
[thuds]
[thuds]
[Tweety whistles]
Puddy, are you wookin' for me?
Grrr!
Hi-i-i-i-ya!
[crashing]
crash
Oh, my!
Oh, I must have dozed off.
(Alfred)
'No.'
You do not have a cameo.
(Granny)
'Oh, there's Mr. Calculus now.'
What's he got in that box?
Well,
I need a closer look.
[instrumental music]
[chuckles]
Oh, Tweety,
with you on my shoulder
I feel just like a pirate.
We need to get her out
more often.
Oh, that's better.
'Ropes, saws, hammers'
'a blender, plastic bags.'
What's he up to?
[woman screams]
(male #1)
'Alright,
you've been askin' for this.'
(female #1)
'What're you doing?'
'No! No!'
'Put that away.'
[woman screams]
(man on TV)
'We'll get back to "Coppers"
right after these messages.'
[laughs]
TV.
Wooks like Granny got caught up
in the theater of the mind.
I don't know what Mr. Calculus
is up to over there
'but I haven't seen
his wife for days.'
I don't like it.
I don't like it one bit.
I think something's
happened to her.
The next time Mr. Calculus
leaves his apartment
I want you three
to sneak over there
and look for clues
to Gertrude's whereabouts.
[door opens]
Okay, boys, move 'em out.
[Sylvester grunts]
[Sylvester grunts]
Huh?
[yelling]
Oh! Oh!
- Whoa! Whoa!
- Oh! Oh!
- Houston, we have a pwoblem.
- Boys, settle down.
[rope snaps]
Oh!
crash
[all groan]
I'm pwoof that fwyin' is safer
than travewing by basket.
[Tweety gasps]
Help!
The puddy tat is after me.
- 'Help!'
- Hmm?
(Tweety)
'Help!'
[growling]
'Help!'
[grunting]
[Sylvester whimpering]
Phew!
thud
[Sylvester yelling]
crash
Hmm? Hm?
Aw.
Looks like puddy got canned.
Why you little..
[grunting]
[Sylvester groaning]
I hope the boys are gathering
some good clues.
[Sylvester yowling]
Huh?
[Calvin whistling]
Uh-oh. Here comes trouble.
Stop pwaying,
puddy tat and puppy dog.
Mr. Calculus is coming back.
Hide in here, puppy dog.
[door closes]
[door opens]
[door creaks]
[door closes]
[groans]
[ripping]
squeak
[water splattering]
What are you animals
up to in here?
I could ask you
the same thing, Mr. Calculus.
If that's your real name.
What do you mean?
What have you done
with your wife?
Nothing.
(Granny)
'Oh, come on, Mr. Calculus.'
'Do you really expect me
to believe that?'
(together)
Unh-unh. Unh-unh. Unh-unh.
(Gertrude)
'Calvin, dear.
I'm home from mother's.'
Huh?
That better be
Gertrude's twin sister.
Gertrude decided to spend
a few days at her mother's.
[Granny chuckles]
(Granny)
'But what were you doing
with all those tools?'
Ta-dah!
'Happy anniversary, dear.'
Ah!
I sculpted it myself.
Oh, Calvin, I'll never make
fun of your hobbies again.
mwah mwah mwah
(Granny)
'So, Gertrude went
to stay with her mother'
because she didn't want
to hear all the noise
from Calvin's sculpting.
[Granny chuckles]
'Isn't that silly, Sylvester?'
Poor puddy tat.
You were the victim of
Dwanny's overactive imagination.
That, that was an exciting
program, wasn't it?
Looks like Granny's imagination
got the better of her.
[sighs]
And this little bird
got the best
of that old puddy tat.
Well, Tweety,
do you have anything to add?
Wet's just say puddy
was the victim of foul play.
[inhales sharply]
[imitating Alfred]
Good evening.
[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 & Tweety Mysteries ♪
♪ It might be day
or night whenever ♪
♪ Conditions are right
for them to flee ♪
♪ Somehow it all
just fits together ♪
♪ Sylvester & 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 & Tweety Mysteries ♪
♪ The chase goes on
with each new mission ♪
♪ With backdrops
a-plenty globally ♪
♪ And through it all
they're in contention ♪
♪ Sylvester & Tweety ♪
♪ Mysteries ♪♪
[instrumental music]
Good evening.
Tonight, we have a program
for you about a Tweety
a kitty and an old biddy.
[inhales sharply]
Thank you.
[instrumental music]
(Granny)
'What a time for the old trick
knee to start acting up.'
Right when the Women's Auxiliary
Bowling team needs me most.
Lucky I could rent this
apartment for a few weeks
'while my leg heals.'
Speaking of heels, I wonder
where that puddy tat is.
[Hector snoring]
slurp
Whoa-a-a! Oh!
[laughs]
'Whoa!'
[gulps]
Aw, the poor puddy's
fingers are stuck.
Don't worry, puddy,
I'll free you.
This little piddy
went to market
this little piddy
stayed home
this little piddy
had roast beef.
[Sylvester screams]
Well, what do you know!
Ran out of piddies.
crash
Sylvester,
quit picking on Tweety.
Yeah, stop pickin' on me,
you bad old puddy tat.
[groaning]
Ooh. I wonder what this is for.
[instrumental music]
[gasps]
[gasps]
[yells]
Huh?
[clicks]
Phew!
[woman yelling]
'It's a crime! A crime!
My, my! What is that?
I'm telling you, it's a crime,
the way you treat me.
Now, you listen to me,
Calvin Q. Calculus
I'm tired of doing
all the work around here
while you waste your time
on silly hobbies.
First,
it was stamp collecting
then taxidermy, now this.
But, Gertrude..
Don't you, "But, Gertrude" me.
You never take me anywhere.
Well,
one of us has got to go.
Do you hear me?
[gasps]
Did you see that look
on Calvin's face, Tweety?
Not exactly the wook of wove.
If my detective's intuition
serves me right
and I think it does
Gertrude better not turn
her back on that little man.
[both snoring]
[thuds]
[both snoring]
[thuds]
[thuds]
[Tweety whistles]
Puddy, are you wookin' for me?
Grrr!
Hi-i-i-i-ya!
[crashing]
crash
Oh, my!
Oh, I must have dozed off.
(Alfred)
'No.'
You do not have a cameo.
(Granny)
'Oh, there's Mr. Calculus now.'
What's he got in that box?
Well,
I need a closer look.
[instrumental music]
[chuckles]
Oh, Tweety,
with you on my shoulder
I feel just like a pirate.
We need to get her out
more often.
Oh, that's better.
'Ropes, saws, hammers'
'a blender, plastic bags.'
What's he up to?
[woman screams]
(male #1)
'Alright,
you've been askin' for this.'
(female #1)
'What're you doing?'
'No! No!'
'Put that away.'
[woman screams]
(man on TV)
'We'll get back to "Coppers"
right after these messages.'
[laughs]
TV.
Wooks like Granny got caught up
in the theater of the mind.
I don't know what Mr. Calculus
is up to over there
'but I haven't seen
his wife for days.'
I don't like it.
I don't like it one bit.
I think something's
happened to her.
The next time Mr. Calculus
leaves his apartment
I want you three
to sneak over there
and look for clues
to Gertrude's whereabouts.
[door opens]
Okay, boys, move 'em out.
[Sylvester grunts]
[Sylvester grunts]
Huh?
[yelling]
Oh! Oh!
- Whoa! Whoa!
- Oh! Oh!
- Houston, we have a pwoblem.
- Boys, settle down.
[rope snaps]
Oh!
crash
[all groan]
I'm pwoof that fwyin' is safer
than travewing by basket.
[Tweety gasps]
Help!
The puddy tat is after me.
- 'Help!'
- Hmm?
(Tweety)
'Help!'
[growling]
'Help!'
[grunting]
[Sylvester whimpering]
Phew!
thud
[Sylvester yelling]
crash
Hmm? Hm?
Aw.
Looks like puddy got canned.
Why you little..
[grunting]
[Sylvester groaning]
I hope the boys are gathering
some good clues.
[Sylvester yowling]
Huh?
[Calvin whistling]
Uh-oh. Here comes trouble.
Stop pwaying,
puddy tat and puppy dog.
Mr. Calculus is coming back.
Hide in here, puppy dog.
[door closes]
[door opens]
[door creaks]
[door closes]
[groans]
[ripping]
squeak
[water splattering]
What are you animals
up to in here?
I could ask you
the same thing, Mr. Calculus.
If that's your real name.
What do you mean?
What have you done
with your wife?
Nothing.
(Granny)
'Oh, come on, Mr. Calculus.'
'Do you really expect me
to believe that?'
(together)
Unh-unh. Unh-unh. Unh-unh.
(Gertrude)
'Calvin, dear.
I'm home from mother's.'
Huh?
That better be
Gertrude's twin sister.
Gertrude decided to spend
a few days at her mother's.
[Granny chuckles]
(Granny)
'But what were you doing
with all those tools?'
Ta-dah!
'Happy anniversary, dear.'
Ah!
I sculpted it myself.
Oh, Calvin, I'll never make
fun of your hobbies again.
mwah mwah mwah
(Granny)
'So, Gertrude went
to stay with her mother'
because she didn't want
to hear all the noise
from Calvin's sculpting.
[Granny chuckles]
'Isn't that silly, Sylvester?'
Poor puddy tat.
You were the victim of
Dwanny's overactive imagination.
That, that was an exciting
program, wasn't it?
Looks like Granny's imagination
got the better of her.
[sighs]
And this little bird
got the best
of that old puddy tat.
Well, Tweety,
do you have anything to add?
Wet's just say puddy
was the victim of foul play.
[inhales sharply]
[imitating Alfred]
Good evening.
[theme music]