Snow Business

[last lines]

[while Sylvester is eating bird seed, the mouse pours milk on Sylvester's tail and adds a sprinkle of sugar]

Tweety:
Do you like it, putty?

[the mouse bites down on Sylvester's tail, causing him to howl in pain and fly into the air, crashing down on his bowl of seed]

Tweety:
Oh, come now! It can't be *that* bad.

Radio Reporter:
The recent blizzard has snowbound the mountain areas. The state highway patrol reports that all roads to the mountains may be closed for six weeks.

Sylvester:
Six weeks? I'll starve!

[goes to the kitchen and opens the fridge, finding nothing but bird seed]

Sylvester:
Bird seed...?

Sylvester:
[opens the cupboard, which has the same contents as the fridge] Seed?

Tweety:
Hey, putty tat! I found lots of food!

[Sylvester runs excitedly to the pantry, only to discover that it is also stuffed with bird seed]

Tweety:
We don't have to worry, putty. There's enough food for a long time.

Sylvester:
I'm a cat! I've gotta have cat food!

Tweety:
Aw, poor putty tat. We've got to find something for you to eat. Let's see, what do putty tats like to eat...

Sylvester:
Well, let's see, there's liver, and there's fish, and there's, uh... there's, uh... [stares menacingly at Tweety]

Tweety:
And then there's what, putty? What else is there?

Sylvester:
Never mind, never mind. I got it solved.

[runs to the kitchen]