(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)
NARRATOR: It was a long, slow night in the city.
So, the detective team of Tom and Jerry
decided to make the best of it by going over a hairy case...
With a fine-toothed comb.
(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
This could be the action they'd been waiting for.
But this client had a different way of doing things.
(BANGING)
(THUDS)
It was Meathead and he was acting a little bit squirrelly.
(CHATTERING)
After a little while and a few acorns,
they were able to settle him down.
You guys gotta help me.
I seem to have lost my marbles!
NARRATOR: (CHUCKLES) Well, that seemed obvious.
No, really. I lost my actual marbles.
NARRATOR: Meathead was the city marble champion,
and he had misplaced his case of lucky, one-of-a-kind gold marbles.
I need those marbles.
I have a big tournament tomorrow,
and I can't play without 'em.
NARRATOR: This detective was no stranger
to the allure of a well-played game of marbles.
(CLEARS THROAT)
Tom knew from experience that the best place to start
was the last place that Meathead saw them.
I don't remember.
It could've been here, or, or maybe it was over there.
Could've been anywhere!
NARRATOR: The detectives were starting to wonder
if this cat ever had his marbles to begin with.
Since Meathead was shooting marbles at the community center last night,
the PIs figured this would be a good place to start.
Wait! Where do you think you're going?
This is a members-only establishment.
(SCRIBBLING)
Oh, Spike. I forgot to tell you.
Tom's with me.
Oh, in that case, welcome.
Watch your step.
NARRATOR: The community center
was a hole-in-the-wall where the locals liked to relax
with a lively game of marbles.
If Meathead's marbles were to be found,
this was a good place to start.
Sorry about that.
It's my job to pick up the strays.
Must've missed this one.
MEATHEAD: What a good kid.
The community center likes to give the local kids a job.
It builds character.
NARRATOR: But Tom had seen enough characters.
Now, he was looking for clues.
Ooh! A real detective in action.
Hey, what's the big idea? We're playing a game here.
Get outta here.
Move it, brother.
(SQUEALS)
NARRATOR: Hmm. No gold marbles here.
(THUDS)
Next up, the community center office.
Which was run by office secretary, Toodles.
You won't find your gold marbles here.
I keep all my ducks in a row, honey.
-(QUACKING) -Come on, boys.
NARRATOR: Jerry decided the best place to start
was the lost and found.
(WHISTLES)
If Meathead's marbles were lost
this was the obvious place to find them.
(CLATTERING)
Unfortunately, another dead end.
(THUDS)
NARRATOR: Last stop, the locker room.
Meathead rembered cleaning up here after a vigorous night of marbles.
Okay. Left-28, right-32, left-12.
Wait.
Maybe it was right-10, left-16...
NARRATOR: At this rate we could be here a while.
Luckily, Jerry was there to straighten Meathead out.
(WHISTLES)
MEATHEAD: Oh, yeah!
My locker has my name on it.
Tuffy put that up there so I can find it.
And I don't have a lock because I can never remember the combination.
(CLATTERS)
(CHUCKLES)
(GASPING)
Hey, there it is!
My marble case.
Huh. Empty.
NARRATOR: They were stolen!
The suspects were assembled.
Each player had a reason for wanting to see Meathead lose the championship game.
And when you got 'em talking,
you couldn't get 'em to stop.
I'd do anything to win tomorrow's game.
Even steal.
NARRATOR: Red Herring. Professional suspect.
But his story sounded just too obvious.
Meathead and I used to be marble partners,
but then Meathead went solo and started winning all the tournaments!
Guess you can say I got a grudge.
I'm the club secretary in charge of membership.
But how am I gonna find new members
when no one thinks they have a chance of winning?
I always loved those gold marbles.
It's a color I just can't resist.
Did I mention I stole them marbles a minute ago?
I got a few bucks down on Butch to win the next tournament.
So, yeah. I'd like to see Meathead lose for once.
I used to be Meathead's coach,
but he fired me for being too rough!
Maybe now that he's lost his lucky marbles,
he'll come crawling back.
Gold has always been my favorite color too.
So shiny!
NARRATOR: The PIs still weren't falling for this line.
They knew a Red Herring when they saw one.
Jerry was stumped.
Meathead was a meathead and Tom was, well...
Where exactly was Tom?
(CRASHES)
This had gone on long enough.
It was time for someone to fess up.
No big deal. They've got all night.
No one's gonna shoot marbles till someone confesses.
-(ALL CLAMORING) -I did it!
I stole the marbles.
-He did it. -It was him!
-It was him all along. -He knows.
He did it.
(BOTH SIGH)
NARRATOR: Tom suddenly realized
that everyone in the room had confessed.
Everyone but the little mouse.
Now it was time for Tuffy to answer some questions.
Sorry, I got confused.
NARRATOR: And there he was. The culprit,
along with the evidence.
Huh? My gold marbles?
Tuffy had 'em?
I'm sorry I took 'em.
Mr. Meathead is such a great player
and I really only wanted to be just like him.
I thought if I practiced with them in secret,
I'd be lucky too.
I'm sorry.
I just wanted to be like you, Mr. Meathead.
(CRYING)
Aw, that's okay, kid.
I tell you what.
If you want, I can teach you a few of my trick shots.
Really? You mean it?
Oh, thank you, Mr. Meathead.
NARRATOR: All that was left was to round up the gold.
Gee, thanks.
Uh, I think one is still missing.
Ah! Thank you, my good man.
Really. I'm another man altogether
when I have all my marbles.
NARRATOR: Another case solved by the cat and mouse detectives.
Unfortunately for Tom,
he might still be suffering from a case of marble fever.
(SHATTERS)
(MARBLES PATTERING)
Yup, no doubt about it.