Tweety's High Flying Adventure

Granny: The park sure looks lovely today.

Ah, there's nothing like a nice, relaxing game of whist

at the looney club.

Both: Hi, granny.

Hello, kids.

How are things at my favorite children's park?

Best read it yourself.

"This park to be closed in 80 days."

Unpaid debt?

E-Excuse me, kids.

I need time to think about this.

Huh?

Uh...

Mmm...

Sylvester: I detest the sight of ribs from the inside.

Grr...

Man: Pure balderdash, I say!

I've suffered the last defeat at the hands

of my cursed Nemesis cool cat.

Why, his preposterous antics

have been my absolute undoing.

Unh.

Still, it's best to be bested

by an intelligence better than mine.

There! I said it.

What is it that you said, colonel rimfire?

Well, that, simply put, there is no greater intelligence on earth

than the feline intelligence.

Well, he certainly got that right.

Get back here!

Eek.

Some globe-trotter he is.

Colonel, do you mean to say that no creature on earth

is capable of outsmarting a cat?

Madam, I'll stake my entire fortune on it.

What about it? Do you gents concur?

Hmm...

You're on.

I know a certain little canary who is more than a match for any cat.

Poppycock!

No, tweety.

What crapulous rubbish!

Why, I've never heard anything like that in my life.

I propose that my tweety

can travel around the world in 80 days,

collecting the pawprints of 80 cats.

Ha!

Ohh, for granny, I'll do it.

I was getting tired of outwitting the same old puddy tat anyhow.

Since today is October 2nd, tweety will encircle the globe

and return with a canceled passport

and his 80 cat pawprints to this very spot on December 21st

in exactly 80 days.

Madam, you've made yourself a wager.

Oh, bully for you, granny.

You stood up to him, you did.

Well done, granny.

Ever get the feelin' you just missed something?

Now tweety, with the looney club's high connections,

I've obtained your own special royal passport.

Royal passport?

You get customs in each country you visit to stamp the up-front pages,

and these extra pages in the back are for all the pawprints

you'll collect along your route.

Now, I don't want to overburden you,

but I did bet the farm that you could safely pass every port of entry.

Sheesh, already with the guilt.

I'll pass every point--paw, too.

I'm off!

Can it be done?

Certainly not.

Circle the globe in time and then return to this spot?

There isn't a hope,

a ghost of a chance.

I bet from London, tweety won't even get to France.

It's all in vain.

Well, it can't be done.

And when this thing is over I'll have won.

He can make it all the way.

It's impossible, I say.

Is it yes, or no?

* can little tweety go *

* around the world in 80 days? *

* england, France, Tibet, Peru *

it's impossible to do.

* to make it 'round the world in 80 days *

to Argentina, Rome, Seville, Tibet, Berlin, Japan, Brazil.

* you can't traverse the world in 80 days *

* it's all in vain, why, it's insane to even try *

* to go from Budapest, Malaysia *

* through Nepal and half of Asia *

* out to Spain, the mid-Ukraine *

* and French versailles *

are you ready?

On my Mark.

Are you steady?

Then embark.

* that's the bird *

* we all adore *

* I'm gonna do what no one else has done before *

* he's going 'round the world in 80 days *

* right through to Pakistan *

* Taipei, and China, Budapest, Bombay *

* I'm gonna see the world *

* in 80 ways *

all those exotic habitats.

Outsmarting puddy tats!

* around the world in 80 days *

* I gotta check but you can bet *

* that when I'm through *

* I'll be back to say I won *

* on December 21 *

* oh, yes indeedy *

* I'll be speedy *

that's my sweetie.

All: Hooray for tweety!

* it's the chance, I'm gonna take it *

* I say he'll never make it *

* no one's ever done it all the ways *

* gone around the world *

* in 80 days *

gotta run.

"Royal passport stolen."

Sooner or later, you'll have company, mate.

Those foreign pussycats gonna nab my lunch?

I'll fix that canary.

Hey!

First, you gotta catch me, puddy.

Well, first things first.

Tweety: I'm right on course for Paris, France.

Hey, I'm being blown too far east by this stiff wind.

I'm lost some place over the alps.

Unh.

Whoa!

Oh!

Unh.

Excuse me, Mr. Mountain climber.

I could use a hand.

A hand?

I could use my own movie.

You canary.

Uh, that's beyond my control.

Some assistance, please.

Huh! Mr. Popular.

Ahh!

When life hangs in the balance,

you can always depend on one thing.

Extreme sports.

Nyah!

Ahh!

Ah!

Some cameo this is.

How the heck did I get here?

Ahh!

Ahh!

Ahh!

Oof.

Thanks. You're a couple of crown jewels.

Eh, it's a living.

Humph.

Show off.

Sheesh.

10 days in Paris

and no sign of that stupid bird.

They must have dropped

a whole sequence or something.

A pussycat can't live on decaf cappuccino trailmix cafe au lait,

for crying out loud.

He must have got lost.

Probably be another month before tweety finds old gay Paris.

Huh?

Hey!

Watch it, sister.

No, you don't.

Whew. That Paris customs office better be close.

Nobody swipes my canary croissant, mademoiselle.

Merci.

Oh, Mr. Customs man, this might interest you.

You 2 skunks must not fight over moi.

Skunks?

Tch, tch, tch.

It is so UN-mademoiselle.

Merci.

That's one down, 79 to go.

French bubblegum.

Sylvester: Listen, i--i--i know how it looks,

but you've got it all wrong.

I'm not a skunk.

Skunk: May love can never be wrong.

Foghorn: Place your bets here. Place your birdseed bets.

Step, I say, step right up and place it on tweety.

Yeah. He's leaving, I say, he's leaving France.

Jet streams are blowing him southeast way ahead of schedule.

We've set the odds at 20 to 1 in tweety's favor.

Come on. Bet some birdseed.

Don't be chicken.