NARRATOR:When winter hits the big city, you can't blame
a guy for heading out of town.
And you can't get farther out than the North Pole.
They'd been on the trail
of a penguin missing from the city zoo.
Too bad, they didn't check the South Pole
where it turns out, penguins actually live.
Tom's having a little wardrobe trouble.
But Jerry's got his back.
(WHISTLES)
From fur-coat to fur-mattress.
Hello, dreamland.
I've got three tickets to Hawaii.
NARRATOR:Dreamland can wait.
Vacation here we come.
(PLAYING THE UKULE)
Hold the phone, it's not a vacation.
It's a case.
(INTENSE MUSIC PLAYING)
My cousin Kalani has a job for you two.
Her prized purple pineapple
is in peril.
And she needs some ace bodyguards.
NARRATOR:Oh, well,plenty of time to crack a case
and drink in a little paradise afterward.
How hard can guarding a pineapple be anyway?
And to while away the time
a little ukule music
never hurt anyone.
(TIRES SCREECHES)
Well, almost anyone.
(PLAYING THE UKULE)
NARRATOR:Honolu, at last.
Tropical fun, here we come.
No time for that.
We gotta catch the express wave
to Kalani's apartment.
(WHISTLING)
(WAVES SPLASHING)
NARRATOR:Look at that, the express wave to downtown.
(HUMMING)
Any requests?
Yes, stop please.
Guy's gotta make a livin'.
There it is. My pineapple, pride and joy
That's one big fruit.
But who'd steal it? And how?
Only chef Honi Honi.
The Luau king.
He would stop at nothing.
But I have already pledged it to charity.
All I need now is the world's best bodyguards
to protect it until the charity ball tonight.
And to keep you company while you stand guard,
here is a day's supply of pineapple
and poi sandwiches.
Come on cousin, let's hit the beach.
NARRATOR:Jet lag is bound to catch up with you
when you're pinned up with a pineapple.
NARRATOR:Ah! What? A helicopter!
Chef Honi Honi.
It's a rental.
(SNORING)
(JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING)
NARRATOR:Tom seems to have sniffed out a clue.
Get to that chopper.
(HUMMING)
(HELICOPTER HOVERING)
Look! It's a one ton mile high
flying purple pineapple, Peter!
I'll do the cooking around here, flatfoot.
On to the luau.
What a nice little bonus
for my extravaganza tonight.
A little cocoa butter will sweeten your disposition.
Don't go away.
I need to set up the seating arrangements.
We're doomed, brother.
NARRATOR:Check out those hot coals.
This really is the pits.
Is Jerry done for at last?
NARRATOR:That's the unmistakable smoke signal
of your little pal.
He's in trouble.
(WHISTLING)
(WAVES SPLASHING)
Say good night, mousy.
Time for your bed of hot coals.
(LAUGHING MANIACALLY)
(SCREAMS)
Aah!
NARRATOR:Looks like Tom isn't the only one
who can read Jerry's smokes.
Not on my watch.
Incoming!
NARRATOR:Our heroes are really in a sticky
situation this time.
In the form of a prize winning poi glaze.
My amazing glaze ought to hold you
until my banquet is over.
Nothing can stop me now!
Ha, finally caught you red-handed, Honi.
Book him, Danny.
Ah, my name's George.
Uh, whatever.
NARRATOR:Well, the mission was a success
and the boys finally got the relaxation
Hawaii is famous for.
Inside the emergency room.
The pounding Tom took from Honi Honi
was almost as bad as the rash
Jerry got from the coa butter.
Ta-da!
You've been so heroic.
I wanted to give you the best
the island has to offer
while Kalani and I
enjoy the rest of the weekend on the sun-drenched sand.
You're on, gorgeous.
Okay. Who wants a hula-ing?
(HUMMING)
I can't resist a captive audience.