Snow Business1953

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[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.