Tom And Jerry'S Most Amazing Moments! | 1 Hour Of Tom And Jerry | ‪@Boomeranguk

That ball could be anywhere in this mess. Quite right, my lord. I'm afraid the grounds have become a tad woody. Where in blazes is the groundskeeper? Unfortunately, the groundskeeper has suffered a broken knee. How am I supposed to practice with the grounds in such a state? That's it all, Cates! Where is my ball? Aha! There it is! Play through, sir. You're still seven under par. Oh, no! Not the pond! Cates, see to the grounds. Of course. I shall tend to it post-haze, my lord. And it seems that I've already managed to find a volunteer. These are all the groundskeeper's tools. I expect them returned in the same condition in which they were given. Hop to it! The master hopes to resume his game by midday. Congratulations, Thomas! You've somehow managed to make the grounds look worse than before. Spare me your excuses. I suggest you'd best double your efforts. It was February, a time when everyone's minds were on hearts and flowers. What's this? Dear Tom, you are a cutie? Signed, your secret admirer? What's this? I guess two can play at that. Dear Jerry, you have beautiful ears? Oh, brother. Believe it or not, they do this every year. Suddenly, a knock at the door ended all the romance in the air. Looks like I spoke too soon. I'm sorry to barge in on you like this, but I desperately need your help. It was Matilda from Matilda's Sweet Shop across town. I'm sorry to carry on like this. I'm at my wit's end. Oh, no thank you. How thoughtful. Thank you. Tom was trying hard to win that feline's heart. Actually, someone stole my heart. Is this a job for detectives or a job for Cupid? This is where it happened, here in my sweet shop. I did cakes, pies, all sorts of things, but the thief didn't take any of those. He stole this, my heart-shaped cake. This specialty cake was made for the notorious gangster Sweet Tooth Malone. And baked inside was an enormous diamond engagement ring. He asked me to bake that cake so he could give it to his girlfriend tomorrow. And now the cake and the ring are stolen. And I'm afraid what he'll do when he finds out. Please, you've got to help me. Oh, you're very kind. Thank you. The P.I.'s decided to go undercover as bakers. They assured Matilda they'd solve this case before Sweet Tooth Malone walked back through that door. Hey, you two mopes. I'm here about a cake. Hey, you two look familiar. You remind me of a couple of private eyes that caught me once. I'm here to collect my cake. The heart-shaped cake? It's not quite done right now, but don't worry. You can pick it up first thing tomorrow. You'd better be ready, or else... It was late, and the cat and mouse were no closer to solving the crime. But they had a plan. A trap. Okay, I placed an exact copy of the original cake in the window. If the thief comes back again, you'll be here to catch him. Good luck. Looks like this stakeout has turned into a pig-out. They didn't expect it, but there he was. The culprit was Tuffy. A notorious little squirt, a reform school dropout, and one tough cookie. Okay, you got me. So what of it? I was just helping out my best pal, Winston. But he's all alone on Valentine's Day. So I figured I'd help him out with a cake. Wanna make something of it? Wait a minute. Who's gonna pay for all of this? And what about that missing cake? Hey, Fritz, tie up the rope on the piano. It's time to be going home. Yeah, we will finish this tomorrow. Yeah, the piano isn't going anywhere. Yeah, that was really smart to use a silly kitty to set a trap. Yeah, such a good silly kitty. The nerve of that cat. Everyone knows I make the best chicken liver casserole souffle in town. And no one, especially not that Tootles, knows my secret ingredients. Do you think your secret ingredient is love? No. Butch can deal with his crummy cards and flowers. Guess this is gonna be harder than you thought, huh, Uncle Jerry? No way. No! Tuffy, they said you took our gift, Butch. Forgive Butch. A gorgeous doll like you couldn't have any boyfriend. You can say that again. But Butch is the one for you. He's sorry he said all those things about you not being the loveliest cat. Which you almost certainly are. Almost? You tell Butch he's got a lesson to learn. You can tell him yourself. He's right there. All is forgiven, dollface. Is Dad right? Yeah? Well, my dream told me I can have any boyfriend I want. Is that how you want to play it? Then Tootles, here I come! Are you two-timing, Tomcat? Oh, Tommy. Isn't it wonderful? Meathead and I are in love. Come on, doll. What do you say we make up over a fresh batch of chicken liver casserole souffle? Hey, you two. Let's make it a party! My cousin talks skittle. Great talking talks, for sure. I may not go over all the way, but if you want me to, I can explain it by giving you more. Hey, stop! Here I am! I bet you're good at that. What the? Tom, these sardines are all mine. You're not getting a single one. Besides, you need to cut down on the snacks until you work off that spare tire. Cut that out. I'm just going to go grab an iced tea. That must be the delivery from the pet store. Remember, no touching, you hear? Oh boy, I guess he's making me hungry. Yes! Tom! Bad cat! I can't even trust you for a minute. Someone else ate them. Who? A penguin? Boy, you've lost your mind, because that is the lamest... Again? The delivery guy must have forgotten something. Nobody there. Maybe I imagined it. Tom! Ginger's going to be so surprised. She's always wanted a tropical aquarium. All finished. And a certain cat better not get any ideas about eating these fish. There are seven fish in here. And if even one is missing, I'll know who to blame. You got that? Oh, that's my alarm. Time to go pick Ginger up. Boy, is she going to love this. There are seven fish in here. Didn't you see the sign? How's about a closer look? Voila! Add a few heavenly drops of limon, and your masterpiece is finished. Why eat like a peasant, when I can feast like a king? Oh yes! There, the Melissa of fish. This cooking bit is easy. Just a squeezy-peasy of limon, and voila! Dinner is served. Hey pal, we're trying to sleep. Turn off the light already. There. A maniac dog leaves trail of destruction across city. Ginger, you gotta see this. Someone's dog got loose and destroyed half the town. Numbskull. Lower that. She's finally down for a nap. Isn't she just the cutest little thing? She takes after her Uncle Rick. In some departments, yes. In the looks department, she takes after your sister. Watch her while I run out for some diapers. Sure thing, honey. Nature calls. Don't worry, Princess. Uncle Spike is watching over you. Back in a few minutes. You're in charge, boy. Shhh! Phew! You stupid, you old princess! Wake up! I wasn't singing to use to! Now help me get her back to sleep. A binky boo! Good thinking. Passify her quick! That's not for you! Give me that binky boo! Hey, I think it's working this time. It ain't working. Something else must be wrong. Hey, look! I bet it's her toots that are hurting. I got an idea. This always helps when my choppers are barking. I give up, fellas. That's my best bone. Whoa! Look at them probbing gums. Easy, Princess. Let Uncle Spike massage them gums for you. All better. This will not end well. Thomas, Jerry, where are our things stolen? That's it, Hildy. We're using your wand to conjure up some protection. A guard dog, maybe. One fierce guard dog coming up. Oh, dear. He's far too cute to be fierce. How's this for a bloodthirsty guard dog? Better. But we need one that's not quite so dumb. See what I mean? Oh, I know! How about a cottage beast? Yes, of course! It's a start. But he'll need the ears of a bat. Oh, and the eyes of a hawk. Of course he'll need more girth. A little cuter, like a teddy bear for cuddling. Fine. Thomas, Jerry! Stop lurking and meet your new cottage beast, Bog. Oh, Thomas, you upset Bog. Come sleep upstairs, Bog, so we feel safer. You fools! You need to get the broom and wand back so they realize they really don't need that foul beast. Otherwise... He'll eat us all! What can I say? I have a flair for the dramatic. What are you waiting for? Go now while you can! Ah! Bad latitude toy! Oh no, I'll have to conjure myself a new arm! Go downstairs and guard the door. No one gets in or out. Hurry! Don't move. This doesn't look good. Fortunately, I have a plan. You'll use magic to get around him. Hildy still has a wand. I'll distract the beast while you sneak upstairs and borrow it. Go! Burgle, burgle. Burgle, burgle, burgle. Looks like fish! Must be the dishes from the fried herring at dinner. Just throw them away already! It still stinks! It must be the skillet, sir. It's still there. Just get rid of the whole stove. Ah! I'm glad some people are enjoying themselves. And me, with nothing but rotten leftovers to eat. Hey, the tick. I sense an opportunity here. Brilliant! Simply brilliant! Oh, you're a real swinging cat, aren't you? I may be just a rat from the alley, but I know talent when I hear it. Hey, play some more of that swinging hip stuff for me, cat. Yes, that's it! Genius! Wow, baby. That was burning, my little man. Wait, hold it! Don't you see? We have the beginning of a superstar jazz trio. I'll make you both stars. Now what you need is a manager who can navigate the rat race. And I may be supplied with grub, so my creative managerial juices are flowing. You dig? Right-o, daddy-o. Now all we need is a third hipster. Hit me with a snack, Jack. Excellent! Hey, little man. How about a snack for your new manager, hmm? I'll take an I.O.U. on this one. All right, who's our first auditionee? Next! Too much cowbell. Next! Hope I'm not too late. Here we are. It's in here somewhere. Nope. Nope. Ah, that's where I put that. Now what was I gonna play? Yes, that's it. Stop right there. You're it. You're now. You're wow. You've got the job. Rehearsals start tomorrow. And bring plenty of snacks for me. I can't make managerial magic on an empty stomach. Let's get something straight, Cat. I'm in charge of this combo. I've been waiting my whole life for this. All I ever wanted to do was slap bass in a jazz combo. You got that, Cat? Dig that sound, fellas? Now that you're warmed up, let's get started. But first, we're gonna need a little ham before we jam. You dig? How about you? You can do better than that, right? Kibble. Well, all right. Nicely done. I'll expect better next time, Tommy-o. There's my little man on the skins. What did you bring me, cherry boy? Fine. You can run a tab. That's it, boys. Keep swinging. You're hot. Hot, I tell ya. I've had it with you. You've been hanging around here too much. You get your alley. Go hang out there. My alley? Sure. I'll just go back to my alley. Sure thing. I'll just go back to my, uh, alley. Here I go. Back to my alley. Hey, did you guys hear the one about the donut in the cup of coffee? You gotta hear it. It's a killer. This donut says to the coffee, he says... You're gonna love it. I promise. Not in the mood? Guess you heard it. Okay, so long. I'll just be on my merry way. Say... I can't go back there no more. A bully moved in on me and threw me out. All right. Let a dog handle this. See what I mean? That little cat is a one kitten fight club. What can I do? Pardon me, but somewhere else. It's a big alley. I'll just stay over here so you can have your space. Hungry, huh? Okay, let's eat. Can you please turn down the tune? The stereo! Turn down the volume! Dollface, I'm back, baby. Oh, what gives, cat? You smell like you've crawled through every alley in town. I did. I got no place else to go. That does it. It's time to break out the heavy artillery. Well then, I thank you. Of course, this doesn't earn you any special consideration. In fact, I have a job for you. Today, you will have the honor of sweeping the estate's chimneys. Cover everything. I don't want a single speck of soot from that chimney getting into this room. Oh, and be careful not to upset the Duchess' new pet West Guinea Goonie bird. It's worth a fortune. Ah, what a beautiful summer day. The sun is shining, the birds are singing, and my son Tyke is crying. Tyke? Tyke, what happened? My son has a thorn in his paw! Oh, no! Oh, no! Oh, no! Somebody call the fire department. Call the police! The Navy! Wait! The first thing you do for a thorn in the paw is run it under cold water. No, that's for points. I know! Stop, drop, and roll! No, no, no, no, that's not good either. Breathe into a paper bag. Now breathe, son. Breathe! Nothing's working. Somebody help! Now hold still, son. I'll get it out. You're all right. Now go along and play. But remember, be careful. This entire yard is a death trap, and I can't stand by and watch my little boy get hurt. Now stay there and don't move an inch. We gotta do something about this. A father can never be too protective. We're not done yet. The next thing we do is to puppy-proof the house. We gotta lock the TV in a safe so that your delicate little brain isn't exposed to any violent cartoons. What else? Uh-oh, I almost forgot. Good, that's better. Come on, son. Oops, you need a little help there.