Best Of Cartoon Cats - Episode 44

Could we take former pirates out hunting for treasure? I, uh, L-L-L-Lowbridge, and I just had my coat cleaned and pressed. What's with all this sand? Looks like a giant cat box. It's the d-d-d-d-desert. Oh, I won't last six minutes here. Oop! Make that, uh, six seconds, 3D. That is if, uh, I have anything to say about it. Ah, thirsty, eh, Freddy? What? Oh my god. Boy, it certainly is dry out here. Why, you could wind up as a kitty sandwich. There's my old friend, Ruth Buzzard. Oh, Ruth. I'm starting to speak. Pretty dead, Ruth. What's your shaky friend here? Allow me to introduce my cousin, Freddy Cat. Give him some water and he might at least do as a snack, eh, Ruthie? Won't do. See, Freddy, you'll be dead, I mean, we'll be there in no time. There you are, to your hearts con- What was that? He's always Tori! Ta-ta, Freddy. Hi there. Smiley Coyote is the name. Desert Survival is my game. You mean you aren't going to eat me? Well, I considered it. But you don't have enough meat on your bones. I prefer Roadrunners. There goes one now. Join me for lunch? No, thanks. Suit yourself. Thank you. Oh, good grief. I'm soaking with water. Water, water, water. This is one time I don't mind being wet. Set, go. Oh... Whoa, whoa, whoa. Frady, what are you doing out there in the desert? Oh, just dying of thirst. Heck, the old ant can fix some fresh squeezed water. Now go to it, ant. Oh, boy. Gosh, in the desert, even the water tastes dry. Parnassial. That's the biggest doggone prairie pooch I've ever seen in my life. Giddy up, Ant. Somebody around here sure likes dinosaur steaks. Thanks. Heh. Where'd he go? I say, where'd he go? My dinner just plumb disappeared. You eat him? No, sir. If y'all didn't eat him. Maybe I might just as well eat you. You don't want to eat me. I'm much too skinny. See? Tough. Stringy. Besides, I'm a cat like you. Another cat? Well, I'll be double-dogged. Hey, how's about a roar, boy? We cougars always roar. Yeah. Well, now, boy, put your back into it. All right. Me? You? You sure you're a cougar, boy? Well, I'm just a young cougar. Well, then prove it by catching me a tender little prairie dog. That doesn't look like anybody's home. Sure, he's in there. I can't see a thing. He must be five feet under. I say, whoa! Whoa! Grady, don't tell me. You're a gopher rustler. Is this here ornery critter trying to corral you, little fella? Oh, Billy, you don't understand. Stand aside, thar little fella. I'm gonna teach this no-down, no-good hombre a lesson. The coast remains untarnished. Ya-ha! Ya-ha-wee-wee! Thank goodness. I've had enough wild animals for a day. Oh, I say. Looks as though we've gotten something different to eat for a change. A skinny cougar, I believe.