A Bird in a Guilty Cage

Inside Stacy’s, Sylvester spots Tweety in a shop window display and hatches a plan. He hides behind the curtains, climbs up to the canary’s cage, and mutters to the audience about what he plans to do. To the bird, the moment sparks a quick aside: > How naive can ya get? Then the cat declares his game: a “Sandwich” in which Tweety would be sandwiched between two slices of bread and nearly eaten. The canary shoots back a jab, still in the mood to resist, with the line: > I don’t wike dat game!

What follows is a frenzied chase through Stacy’s. Tweety darts away as the pursuit intensifies, and the cat begins piling mannequins to reach the bird, who has found a hiding spot among the lighting. The chase snakes through the store: Tweety slips down, slides on skate-wheels attached to a mannequin, and manages to push the makeshift structure down a flight of stairs. He briefly disappears but soon reemerges, prompting another frantic pursuit.

The action leads to a hat sale, where the cat, in a moment of misguided triumph, tries on hats with Tweety perched atop. He aims to smash the bird, but in a comic twist he ends up smashing his own hat instead and injuring himself in the process.

The next maneuver sends the chase into a dollhouse. The cat reaches in, only to discover his index finger is smeared with yellow dye. Seeing the yellow smear, he mistakes it for Tweety, pulls a revolver, and fires into the dollhouse, unintentionally injuring his own finger. Undeterred, he grabs a hunting rifle from the sporting goods section and fires at the fleeing Tweety, leaving bullet holes scattered across the floor and wall. Tweety squeezes into a wall hole for cover, and Sylvester jams the gun’s muzzle into the hole, but it miraculously reappears from a different floor hole aimed at his own rear end.

Not discouraged, the hunter ties a red ribbon around the rifle’s muzzle and stuffs it back into the wall. From the floor emerges a yellow-ribboned muzzle, and the hunter, convinced the strange setup is a fake, fires again—only to be blasted by the weapon hidden below, which shoots him in the buttocks. He yanks the rifle free and discovers it’s the same yellow-ribboned firearm he had attempted to weaponize.

Next, Tweety makes use of Stacy’s pneumatic tubes, traveling through the store in a rapid, comic tour. Sylvester follows to the other end to catch him, but Tweety pops out of a different hole and slips a stick of dynamite into the tube. The cat, fooled into thinking he has cornered his quarry, swallows the explosive, only to trigger a blast that leaves him visibly blackened.

After all the chaos, the would-be predator revises his snack list, deciding to cross birds off his diet once and for all. The final line lands with a characteristically wry note: > That one sort of upset my stomach!

Last Updated: October 09, 2025 at 10:41