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In a sunlit city park, Tweety enjoys a playful splash in a birdbath while softly singing “I’m Looking Over a Four Leaf Clover.” A nearby group of gentlemen lounge on a bench, reading their papers, as the scene sets a gentle, comic mood. Sylvester sits among them, peering through a peephole in the newspaper and inching closer to the bright, fearless bird. When Tweety spots the cat and mistakes his tongue for a towel, he blurts out his famous line, and the chase is on. > I tawt I taw a puddy tat. Tweety dashes away, and Sylvester gives chase around the fountain, his determination turning the park into a lively maze of comic danger.

The pursuit veers toward a little toddler girl on a bike wagon, and Tweety finds a temporary shelter with Lillian, the nanny who is absorbed in a book on the park bench—Amber, it seems, a nod to Forever Amber. Lillian’s protective instincts come to the fore as she scolds the cat for attacking a tiny, defenseless bird, delivering a sharp, umbrella-wielded rebuke: she calls him a beast, a coward, a bully, and a “Schmoe.” Tweety, with a busy wit, responds with a playful jab about being a fragile creature who deserves better treatment, and Sylvester, faced with the moral scolding, slinks away, ashamed and fuming.

Undeterred, Sylvester makes a bold move: he swaps places with the toddler and sobs for the “pretty birdy.” Lillian obliges, but when Sylvester pretends to have Tweety in his mouth, she, misidentifying the cat for the toddler, gently scolds him and gives him a playful spanking, asking how many times she must remind him not to put things in his mouth. A freed Tweety hasn’t finished with the lesson, either, giving Sylvester a quick, comic reprimand for trying to eat him.

The cat remains watchful as he tries a series of classic traps: a makeshift box, a stick, and a cob of corn as bait. Tweety, curious and cunning, engages in a short, teasing exchange about how clever Sylvester thinks he is, only to see the cat miscalculate and bonk himself on the head when the plan backfires. The chase weaves through a nearby trash can and a hedge, and a bulldog barges into the scene, complicating the pursuit as Sylvester tiptoes into danger and ends up tangled in the dog’s collar.

A moment later, Tweety perches above Lillian who is still absorbed in her book. Sylvester tries a final ruse, disguising himself as a tree with a bird’s nest and blowing a whistle to attract Tweety. The game nearly ends when the dog notices the disguise and charges, squirt gun in hand. Tweety makes an escape, flying to a windowsill several stories up. Sylvester follows with an inflated bubble gum wad, only to have Tweety pop the bubble with a pin, sending the cat plummeting. Undeterred, Tweety weighs him down with an anvil, causing Sylvester to shoot upward like a rocket. When Tweety pops another bubble with a sly flick of a slingshot, Sylvester crashes down onto a plush pillow, the anvil still waiting as a weight of cartoon fate. A final clumsy swing with a shovel backfires on him, as he accidentally clouts the bulldog instead.

In the film’s closing moments, Tweety watches from above as the chase returns to the ground. Sylvester, ever the persistent hunter, attempts to finish the pursuit, but his most elaborate ruse—the tree disguise—meets its match when the bulldog draws near, realizing the trick and pursuing Sylvester away. With the mud settled and the danger passed, Tweety finds a moment of triumph and, from a windowsill, grabs a telephone and, with cheeky finality, calls the pet shop for a new “puddy tat,” noting that he’s fresh out, and the cartoon ends on a playful, hopeful note.