You heard a pair of loud footsteps, expecting them to come from an actual human. It had a shadow looking like one, but it turned out to be from a cat, what's worse.. it spoke.

"Tweety, come out, come out wherever you are, my feathered breakfast! If I was a stubborn canary, where would I be?"

Sylvester peered into the cage where Tweety was supposed to be, only to find a tiny note that said, "You're dumber than I thought if you really think I'd be here after getting chased."

"So, that's a no on the cage... Hey, bub! Yeah you, you haven't seen a yellow bird, have you?!"