[theme music playing]
Step right up, folks! Step right up!
Spin the wheel
and turn $1 into $10,000.
Come on, step right up!
Why, hello there, young man.
Are you ready to win?
I sure am, mister.
Okay, sonny.
Give the cash wheel a big spin.
[gasps]
[laughs cunningly]
[buzzes]
Aw, you lost.
What are the odds?
Better luck next time.
[crying hysterically]
[laughs cunningly] Sucker.
Now, who's the next loser?
Duh, I mean, customer.
[Bugs humming]
Talk about my lucky day.
I found a dollar.
Say, that's a nice-looking dollar bill, rabbit.
-How'd you like to-- -Eh, no thanks.
Hey! What gives?
What gives is that today's your lucky day.
Spin this here wheel,
and turn that dollar into 10,000.
Actually, I'm on my way
to deposit this dollar in the bank.
A bank!
Nobody puts his money in a bank no more.
Everyone knows the wisest thing to do
is to safely invest your money
in a firmly established carnival game.
I don't know, Doc.
I'd have to think about it.
What is there to think about?
Just spin the wheel and win 10,000 G's.
[laughs maliciously]
Well, all right. What the heck.
[laughs cunningly]
Whoa! Whoa, whoa!
I won!
Consarn it!
Cheap, second-rate cheatin' lever!
[laughs nervously] I mean, congratulations, rabbit.
[chuckles nervously]
So, where's my 10 G's?
[chuckles nervously]
Right here, rabbit.
Well, nice playing with you, Doc.
It don't get more lucky than this.
Now, now, now, hang on, rabbit.
You've got luck, and I've got more games.
Play and win another game,
and I'll... I'll...
I'll double what you just won.
Double, huh?
Well, I guess it is my lucky day.
Okay, rabbit.
For this game, you got three chances
to toss a ring around a bottle
like so.
Ooh, how fun.
Okay, I'm ready.
[Sam] Here's your rings.
Good luck.
Not that it'll help. [laughs cunningly]
Is it just me,
or do these rings look smaller than that other one?
Oh, well, what do I know?
It's all in the wrist, rabbit.
[chuckles cunningly]
Too bad, rabbit.
[chuckles cunningly]
Hooray!
How about that!
I got every bottle.
[muttering]
One more game, rabbit.
Triple or nothing.
Please! I'm begging you!
I need this!
Okay, okay.
But only because I hate to see a carny cry.
This game is called Guess Sam's Weight.
It's simple.
Just take a look at me, guess my exact weight,
and you win.
And this here scale is the most trustworthy,
scientifically accurate scale
this side of the Calabasas River.
Okay, rabbit, what's your guess?
Hmm.
I'll say 193 pounds.
193 pounds.
One. Nine. Three.
Now I'm gonna step on this here scale,
and we'll see if you're right.
[laughs cunningly]
One.
Nine.
[sighs in relief]
Oh! "152."
Too bad, rabbit.
Well, we're finally square.
[laughs nervously]
One last game!
Quadruple or nothing!
Nah. I think I'm good.
You'll play once more
if you know what's good for you!
Rabbit, this one's as basic as it gets.
Just swing the hammer hard enough to ring the bell,
and you win.
Okay, Doc.
But, uh, where's the hammer?
Oh, how silly of me. [chuckles]
Allow me to go fetch it.
This time that rabbit's guaranteed to lose...
His life.
[chuckles cunningly]
Here you are, rabbit.
Swing as hard as you can now.
Hmm.
Eh...
Hmm?
What are you waiting for, rabbit?
How does this work again?
Just swing!
Not your hips.
Swing the hammer!
You mean like this?
Ugh! You're supposed to ring the bell, remember?
That bell?
All the way up there?
No, you idiot varmint!
You are supposed to hit this thing!
You mean, that's a bell, too?
No! That thing triggers the bell!
I still don't follow.
Ooh, it's easy, you rabbit!
Just swing the hammer like this.
Oh, now I get it.
What can I say?
Winning is easy
when you've got two lucky rabbit's feet.
[laughs heartily]
[theme music playing]
Hi, everyone.
It's duck season.
But guns are frowned upon in today's cartoons.
So...
I'll have to use a different strategy,
like this awesome crossbow.
[laughing]
I got 'em.
Now to reel him in.
[screams]
[creature growls]
What'd I miss?
[theme music playing]
♪ I'm a tweet wittle bird In a gilded cage ♪
♪ Tweety's my name ♪
♪ But I don't know my age ♪
♪ I don't have to worry And that is that ♪
♪ I'm safe in here From that old puddy cat! ♪
Uh-oh!
[laughs maliciously]
I got you now.
How dare you!
Now unhand my Tweety!
[groaning]
There are no cats allowed in my house.
Now get out and stay out!
Yeah, puddy cat! No cats allowed!
Just me and Granny, and nobody else!
[sighs] I suppose you're right...
"And nobody else."
Oh!
Granny, are you all right?
What's the matter?
Well, Tweety,
lately I've been feeling a bit lonely.
I'm getting older,
and it would be nice
to have a companion around the house.
But, Granny,
why do you even need human companionship
when you have me?
[laughs] I'll tell you when you're older.
Maybe I should jump on this online dating rage
the youngsters are doing today.
Perhaps I can find a handsome gentleman suitor
on the Senior Soulmates dating website.
Ooh, looks like it's time to go courtin'.
[laughs maliciously]
-[beeping] -Oh, my!
Look at this, Tweety. I got a super like.
This is so exciting!
-Let's see who it is! -[key clacks]
Ooh, his name is Sly Vesterson.
It says he's a doctor, lawyer,
and retired astronaut millionaire.
What a stud!
I'm going to go ahead and super like him back.
[doorbell chimes]
Time for a date, a dinner date.
-[door opens] -[Granny gasps]
Sly Vesterson?
[kisses]
Lamb sake, you've caught me by surprise!
I rarely get gentlemen callers.
Oh, please, come in!
It must be my lucky night to get such a handsome visitor.
Eh, I've seen better.
So, Sly, tell me about yourself. Hmm?
What's this?
"I lost my tongue in the war.
I can't speak."
Heavens! Which war?
"All of them."
Oh, my goodness!
You brave man!
Thank you for your service!
Military men are so hot.
May I get you some tea, soldier boy?
[Granny humming]
I tawt I taw--
Oh! Hi, Mr. Vesterson.
Are you in love with my Granny yet?
Yes! In love with her delicious taste in pets!
Oh, Sly...
Sly, what's going on?
[kisses]
[Granny] My stars, I've been a card-carrying member
for 52 years!
Gracious!
I think tonight is going to go very well.
So, how many lumps of sugar, sugar?
[laughs]
Coming right up.
Hey, Mr. Vesterson, catch me if you can.
[laughs]
Whee, this is fun.
Whoa, you're very into this, Mr. Vesterson.
Hey, I think you might be breaking
some of Granny's stuff.
[Granny] What's going on out there?
[groans]
What in the dickens is going on in here?
[gasps] Tweety!
What's gotten into you?
Please excuse us, Sly.
I thought you might feel a little jealous,
but to behave this aggressively--
But, Granny, I... I--
That is enough of your lip, Tweety.
You've been a very naughty bird.
Locking you in my room
will give you time to think about what you've done.
Stay in your cage.
I'll check up on you in an hour.
[Tweety] Yes, Granny.
Here's your tea, deary.
I know we just met, Sly,
but what are your thoughts on love at first sight?
[giggles] Goodness!
You want to dance with me?
I haven't danced in ages.
[gasps] I love this song, Sly,
because it starts off slow, and then gets nice and...
fast!
[upbeat music playing]
Hot diggity! Whoo-hoo!
All my sweet moves are coming back to me.
It's just like riding a bike!
Mr. Vesterson?
You know, you got me in a lot of trouble
with my Granny.
That old biddy is the least of your problems.
[laughs maliciously]
[Granny] There you are!
Oh, you don't waste any time, do you, Sly?
I love a man who cuts straight to the chase.
[kissing]
[retches]
I told you, Granny, he's not a war hero at all.
It's that mean old puddy cat.
[chuckles nervously]
How dare you mislead me,
you feline phony!
Looks like Granny's silver fox
was really just a bad ol' puddy cat.
[theme music playing]