NARRATOR: When temperatures rise in the big city,
a smart private eye plays it cool.
-(BOTH SLURPING) -NARRATOR:Whoa!
Brain freeze alert.
(DOORKNOB TURNING)
(PANTING) Oh, out of breath!
Give me a minute. I just walked all the way over here!
NARRATOR: From across town?
What am I? A gazelle? From across the hall!
Hang on!
You just gotta help me.
I need you to put a tail on my son, Bertrand.
NARRATOR: Don't turtles already have tails?
Don't quit your day job.
Please help me with my son.
He sneaks out every night.
He won't say where he goes.
I'm afraid he's getting mixed up with the wrong crowd.
What can I do? Oh, he's a good boy. (SOBBING)
But I can't always be there for him.
(SOBBING)
I work all day at the car wash, on my feet, every minute.
They're covered in bunions, see?
(WOMAN SCREAMING)
It ain't pretty, fellas.
What'll I do? He just turned 40.
But he's still just a boy in turtle years.
Look at that baby face!
In return for helping me,
I promise you'll get every 10th car wash for free.
NARRATOR:Who can resist a mother's love for her son?
And a free car wash.
That'll come in handy if you guys ever get a car.
Hiya, fellas. Where we going--
NARRATOR: (SHUSHES) Quiet, Eddie.
They're tailing a suspect.
I thought turtles already had tails.
(STRAINING)
I get what's going on here. Nothing gets by me!
Bertrand here is getting in shape to fight the city champ.
He's gonna risk his neck to win the big prize!
A thousand smackaroos! Enough to let his ma retire in style.
(STAMMERING) Yes! That's 100% correct.
Is it?
If I can just beat the champ and win that money, Mom can stop worrying.
Otherwise, we'll end up in the poorhouse.
She works so hard on her feet all day.
You should see what they look like!
NARRATOR:Ugh! Don't remind me!
Wait. How'd you see 'em?
Don't tell me. She hired you to find out where I am, didn't she?
That's my mom.
The only problem is the fight's next week.
I'm beginning to think I won't get into shape in time.
(BERTRAND CRYING)
NARRATOR:Hey, Tom, didn't you fight in the Golden Kid Gloves back in the day?
And wasn't Jerry your coach?
Yeah. But he was a total lightweight.
KO'd in his one and only bout.
He should have been a contender.
Instead of a bum, which is what he is.
-(SQUAWKING) -(TOM AND JERRY YELLING)
NARRATOR: And so our heroes starting traing Bertrand.
Hopefully, they can bring him out of his shell.
(SLURPING)
(SHRIEKS)
(CUCKOO ALARM)
NARRATOR: I think they've found Bertrand's secret weapon!
How cool is that?
(SHRIEKS)
(GROANS)
(WHIMPERS)
-(CRASHES) -(ELECTRICITY FUSES)
-(ALARM BLARING) -(AMBULANCE TIRES SCREECH)
The big fight's tonight. Now, what am I gonna do?
I wanted to come out of my shell but this isn't exactly what I had in mind.
NARRATOR:Hmm. Looks like old switcheroo is in order.
So the night of the big fight arrives at last.
REFEREE: In this corner, the Champ!
And in the opposite corner, and, boy, do I mean opposite,
Bertrand, the alleged turtle!
NARRATOR: Don't get cold feet now, old boy.
Remember, Bertrand.
-(GULPS) -(TEETH CHATTER)
(BELL RINGS)
(SCREAMS)
(SNORTS)
(PUNCHES)
-(CRASHES) -(SCREAMS)
NARRATOR:Great idea, Tom!
Crazy Carl's Joke Emporium!
Luckily, Jerry had cash.That should cover the damages.
And the Champ remains undefeated!
-What the-- Round two! -(BELL RINGS)
(SNORTS)
-(BLOWS) -(SNEEZES)
(ELECTRICITY BUZZING)
-(BLOWS) -(SNEEZES)
(MIMICS FLATULENCE)
The surprise winner and new Champ, Bertrand!
Yay! (WHIMPERING)
MA: You're not my Bertrand!
You're the two so-called detectives I hired to work for me!
NARRATOR: How'd you find out?
A little birdie told me.
EDDIE: Hiya, fellas!
You were supposed to be working for me!
We had a deal!
You owe me and my bunions an apology!
Oh! That feels great.
Now, the left one.