(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)
Look sharp, Master Thomas.
I have a special task for you that should prove manageable
even with your limited skills.
(WHISTLING)
(CLEARS THROAT)
Now that I have your attention,
tomorrow marks the beginning of the annual Cheese Festival,
wherein the madam celebrates a day-long frenzy of indulging
in her favorite cheeses.
(LAUGHING)
Behold, madam's favorite cheese.
The only recorded cheese to ever cause a death
in the United Kingdom.
The limited-edition Montezuma's Lament Stilton.
(GLASS SMASHING, TOM SHRIEKING)
Life-affirming, is it not?
I'm tasking you with the security
of the madam's cheese.
It is your duty to make sure no harm befalls
crumb nor curd.
If, by morning, you have succeeded in your task,
your reward will be ample.
(GLASS BREAKING)
Should you fail in your task,
it will result in immediate termination,
and I don't mean the job.
We're all counting on you.
(BLOWING RASPBERRY)
(FURNITURE TUMBLING)
(SNIFFS)
(SHRIEKS)
(SIGHS)
(JERRY SQUEAKING)
(MUNCHING)
(STOMACH RUMBLING)
(BANGING)
(DINGING)
(GASPING)
(CLANKING)
(MUSIC PLAYING)
(CLEARS THROAT)
(SHRIEKING)
(CRASHING)
(SHRIEKING)
(SCREAMS)
(POPPING)
(EXPLODING)
(GULPS)
(SCREAMING)
(THUDDING, RATTLING)
The madam's cheese!
In all my years of serving...
(TOM AND JERRY SCREAMING)
Never trust a feline to do a gentleman's job.
I know you have the last morsel of madam's cheese.
By Churchill, I will have it.
I'll bargain with you no longer!
I demand you let me have it!
(BELCHES)
(THUDDING)
(BELCHES)