I Taw a Putty Tat

Sylvester waits for the arrival of a fresh canary after the previous one vanished, a mystery hinted at by stencils of the cat on the wall and a cache of yellow feathers. He studies the bird cage with the air of a hunter promising trouble, waiting for the moment to strike. The setup establishes the cat's fixation on capturing the bird when it arrives.

The canary is brought into the house, and Sylvester puts on a façade of sweetness to lure the bird. His real plan is to abuse and eventually eat the canary, masked by polite behavior. Tweety's presence foreshadows trouble for the would-be predator.

A series of violent visual gags ensues as Tweety physically subdues the threatening cat. He employs tricks like smoking him out, tapping the cat's foot with a mallet, and feeding him alum, using the cat's uvula as a punching bag. The relentless pranks escalate the danger while the canary watches.

Sylvester mimics a Swedish-sounding maid in a caricature of El Brendel, muttering about cleaning the bird cage. He reaches into the covered cage and grabs what he thinks is the bird, but the canary whistles at him. A small bomb explodes, leaving Sylvester charred in blackface and delivering a Rochester-like line before collapsing.

The blast leaves Sylvester charred and dazed, his voice taking on a rough, Rochester-esque timbre as he mutters about burning in the kitchen. He collapses in a daze, momentarily out of action. The sequence underscores the cartoon's blend of slapstick violence and comic bravado.

In a surreal gag, Tweety is inside Sylvester's mouth and yells outward from the gullet. The cat seems unaware, until Tweety's voice answers back with the line, "There's nobody here but us mice!", a playful nod to a famous rhythm and blues hit.

Tweety manages to trap Sylvester inside the birdcage, with the bird throwing a wrap over the cage. A not-so-little bulldog is introduced as a new, aggressive challenger. The pair's deadly battle occurs beneath the blanket, heightening the suspense.

A not-so-little bulldog enters the scene, escalating the chase inside the cage and around the room. Sylvester and the dog clash under the cover as Tweety watches, savoring the cat's plight. The fight blends danger with slapstick flair, keeping the bird safe yet tense.

With Sylvester defeated for the moment, the lady of the house calls the pet shop to order a new cat. Tweety lounges in Sylvester's old bed, reveling in the cat's misfortune and his own safety. The domestic routine hints at Tweety's control over the house's rhythm.

Tweety reveals a silhouette of a cat stencilled on the wall, signaling Sylvester's ongoing presence as a warning to future intruders. The moment underscores Tweety's sly dominance in the space. The closing image foreshadows more trouble for the would-be predator.

Tweety delivers a final quip to the audience, riffing on Red Skelton's Mean Widdle Kid persona. The line lands as a cheeky verdict on the cat's fate and Tweety's own savvy. The aside seals Tweety's control and keeps the humor sharp.

The film closes with Tweety perched secure in the bird's domain and Sylvester left to plot anew from the margins of the house. The canary is safe, and Tweety's triumph is clear, though the cat's fate remains a running joke for future cartoons. The final beat consolidates Tweety's supremacy in their endless feud.