What'S In The Mystery Box?🎁| Tom And Jerry😺| Cat & Mouse😁| Classic Cartoon | Kids Cartoon | ‪@cnindia‬

I'll take that five bucks, please. Now, Tom, I've got some other packages on order for the house that may arrive today. Don't you dare touch any of them. Or else. You gonna sleep here all day? Get out of my house! Good evening, boys. Gentlemen, have you seen the paper? No, no. Al Cabone was recently arrested for robbery, and my client was the only witness to the crime. He's going to testify tomorrow with a big trial, and I need you two to guard him. I would, but, you know, I'm busy. No, Dice. If there's one thing they won't stand for, it's being treated like glorified babysitters. Of course you'll be well compensated. Then again, glorified babysitters get glorified rewards. Look out for these two. They work for Cabone, and they'll be out to get our duck-billed friend here. If so much as a feather gets plucked from his body, I'll see to it that neither of you work another case again. Capiche? Our boys love capiche, but they knew this was no time for an eggnish. I'll see you three tomorrow, and it better be three. Our duo wasn't worried. As jobs go, this one would be a walk in the park. What do you know? He took a walk in the park. Look, I don't write this stuff, boys. I just narrate it. Jerry's keen detective skills spotted new prints. Wet ones. Aw, you okay? That's what you call catching a tiger. Panther by the tail. Better this time. George and Junior got their pictures in the paper, but the headline was not what they were hoping for. Bad news. The cat and mouse detectives were on the case. A real wild goose chase, too. Looks like the guys missed the boat on this lead. Now, where would I go if I were a Canadian goose? Ah, just our luck. A Canadian expo across the street. Home for old folks and their pets. Doesn't sound scary, does it? There you are, my kitty cat. I saw him first. Hand him over. Give me that. You're so cute. There it was. The ferocious, loud-mouthed banshee that had terrorized the peace of the entire city. Aw, my kitty. Could you stay mad at that? Her name was Stardust. Hello there. Have you seen my pilly willy anywhere? Ever since I lost it, I'm so anxious. All I can do is bark. Please tell me you found my pilly willy. My pilly willy is my little pillow. I've had it ever since I was a puppy. I don't know what I'll do if I can't find it except... Well, this case wasn't going to be easy to crack. Fortunately, our hero Tom has a perfectly humane and sensible way to remedy this situation. Are you looking for pillows? Well, we got pillows. At 24-7 Pillow Mart. The widest selection. A pillow for every occasion. What are you waiting for? We never close. Located conveniently next to Grandma's Arms. Home for old folks and their pets. Well, with over a million pillows in stock, this should be a snap. A guard dog to keep pets out could be the fly in this ointment. Sorry fellas, I tried to tell you. It's the only one of its kind in the whole world. So, it looked like they'd have to solve this the old-fashioned way. Okay, I'm sure I lost it on my walk a few days ago. The dog walking service takes me out twice a week on a nice long walk so I can check my pee mail. Oh boy, Spike needs to knock off the pineapple juice. Nothing here. Let's keep going. With all this territory to cover, this was looking to be harder than finding a needle in a haystack. The boys had split up their workload for the day. Tom had taken an emergency call from Tootles, leaving Jerry to crack open a cold case at the office. Suddenly, there was a heavy footfall at the door. It was Tom, looking like something the cat dragged in. Actually, I dragged him in. I seen him passed out on the stairs and dragged him on over. Well, thanks very much for all your help. Hey, are you doing a TV show in here? Cause I know a few pretty good tricks. Well, there really isn't any need for that kind of thing in this series, but if it ever comes up, we'll give you a call. Yeah, sure. Sure you will. Poor Tom was really down for the count. Out like a light. Looks like a job for a good old-fashioned cardiac ventricular defibrillator. Clear! Oops. Hey Tom, he just knocked you for a loop. Remember? Hmm, this could be serious. Somewhere in the past eight hours, you took a baseball bat to the head, got a kiss on the cheek, acquired a face full of hornet stings, an arrow to the backside, and got run over by a Mack truck. Don't tell us you forgot how all this happened. This looks like a clear case of... That thing where you can't remember. Magnesium? Hang on, I'm getting a text. Hey genius, the word is amnesia. I knew that was it! So with no shortage of clues, all they needed to find was what they were clues to. The barcode on the baseball bat named a health club called Flexin' Pecs, where the boys learned what they could from the evening desk clerk. Excuse me, I'm not a clerk. I'm a fitness associate. Whatever you say, big guy. With that out of the way, it was time to learn what they could about the last eight hours at Flexin' Pecs. Our bat boy here will show you. Yes, master. Right this way. What's your hurry? I just want to make sure Tom didn't get into the doughnuts while we were gone. Well, there's the box. There's one left. Let's flip for it. Quick! Hey! Dearest nephew, I hope this finds you well. I shall be arriving at precisely 1142 AM today. Yours cordially, Count de Calorie. Ah, Jerry, my boy. You've noticed I've lost weight? I recently checked myself into a health spa. A bit of the old exercise, a healthy diet, and the palms simply melted off. I feel capital, my boy. Positively capital. Now do me a favor and show me around this country paradise of yours. Oh, I do say impressive grounds and well kept. I can see he doesn't want us here, so why not show me the dining facilities, my boy? I'm just a wee bit peckish. Thank you, my dear nephew, but no. It was at the health spa that I learned to eschew the trappings of the baked goods. I choose now to fortify myself with the greens of Mother Earth. Celery, for instance. All of these sweet things can no longer tempt me. Oh dear. Off it goes. Certainly is more difficult to remove. Perhaps just to clean it off. Oh, this should stop. My goodness, what's come over me? Thank goodness you were here to aid me, nephew Jerry. Oh dear, it seems you've been entrapped by a jelly mold. I must come to your aid, as you did me. Unfortunately, that snacking has made me soft in the middle. Well, exercise is the cure for that. Good shot, my boy! Oh, it's long last! It has returned! Let me break the spell so we can get married and start our happily ever after. And cuddle you and nurture you and suture you. Yucky! It's murder! Can I have some of those emergency food capsules? I'm starving! Gee, Captain, you just ate a whole year's worth of dehydrated food. And when you swallowed it, it got all wet and really big! Are you okay, Captain? Captain Jerry? I'm the doctor. You need to watch your carbs, mister. I'll toss you a salad. Aliens!