Trick or Tweet

On a wooden pole high above Tweety’s nest, Sylvester and Sam inch closer, each hoping to snatch the clever little bird from his perch while keeping an eye on the other. Tweety, busy sweeping dust from the nest, can’t resist a tease: > Ooooh! I tawt I taw a puddytat! And Sam echoes the moment, prompting Tweety to quip back, > I tawt I taw anudda puddytat! The two cats lunge for the nest at the same time, and a frenzied tug-of-war erupts as they wrestle to claim their prize. After a brief standoff, Sylvester calls time out, convincing Sam that Tweety is too small to fight over. They reluctantly agree to return Tweety to the pole together, but the air between them remains thick with mistrust as they part with a tense, lingering goodbye.

A moment later, Tweety hides under a garbage can, but Sam has the same idea and beats him to the hiding spot. The result is another quick exchange: Sylvester pounds Sam’s tin can with a mallet, and Sam, embarrassed, tries to save face by insisting he was only checking if Tweety was okay, y’know. Sylvester yells, “Put it back!” and Sam retorts that not doing so would be “unethical,” a line that barely masks the ongoing rivalry.

Resting briefly in his box, patched up with tape, Sylvester hears a new, jaunty sound: a boing… boing… boing. It’s Sam bouncing on a trampoline in another scheme to reach Tweety. The plan backfires when Sylvester slices the trampoline with scissors, sending Sam crashing and nearly knocking Tweety from his perch. A small continuity hiccup appears as the barbed wire that once framed the top section disappears from view in later shots, leaving the area near Tweety’s nest bare.

Sam creeps back out and peers into Sylvester’s window to find no sign of him, only to spot Sylvester walking on a wire overhead with an umbrella. Sam cuts the wire, and Sylvester plunges through two nearby windows. The umbrella-clad feline closes his canopy and descends, while Sam giggles with triumphant glee.

Next, Sylvester tries a bold gambit by donning a Batman-like costume and leaping through the air to swoop in on Tweety, but Sam has the same plan. The two collide head-on in midair and crash to the garbage dump below, ending up in a scrappy pile of junk and refuse.

Back on the ground, Sylvester paces the floor, plotting his next move. He glimpses Sam sneaking toward the pole again, and this time he prepares a new ruse: he places a coonskin cap in his box and covers it with a blanket to lure Sam. When Sam spots the cap, he knocks it aside and—once more—falls for a feint that ends with him being knocked out cold by a club. The two unravel their schemes as Sam climbs the pole with a balloon tethered to a rock, hoping to lift Tweety upward. He ties the balloon’s string around his waist—and Sylvester’s—then releases the rock to begin the ascent. Tweety is snatched in mid‑rise, but Sylvester swats Sam’s paw away just in time, offering the same “just seeing if he was OK” alibi as the pair rise together.

Sylvester, not ready to quit, pricks the balloon with a pin, ensuring Sam can’t reuse the trick. The balloon collapses, and the two plummet back toward the ground in a perilous, breathless drop, while Tweety, ever the observer, comments with wry humor from his high perch: > Y’know, I never weawized just being a wittle bird could be so compwicated.

Last Updated: October 09, 2025 at 09:31