NARRATOR:Times were tough in the private eye racket.
They hadn't had a case in a month.
As for food, they were forced to use their imaginations.
(STOMACH RUMBLING)
Not a pretty picture.
Oh, well, when starving in Rome...
(KNOCKING AT DOOR)
(BANGING)
At this point, they were hungry enough
to take any client that came their way.
Well, almost any client.
Stinker.
Stinker dog loved garbage the way a fish loves to swim.
STINKER: Come on, guys.
This is a real emergency.
I mean it this time.
NARRATOR:What did you do, lose a piece of garbage?
STINKER: I lost...
I lost a fortune!
NARRATOR: Did he say "fortune"?
Well, in that case...
You mean you're gonna help me?
You're really gonna help me find my fortune?
It happened last night.
I put my fortune away
in one of my favorite special spots.
But when I went back to look for it,
I couldn't find it.
NARRATOR:Everybody knows that Stinker's special spots
are dumpsters situated all over town.
In other words,even his filing system stinks.
How could I describe my fortune?
Well, I guess you can't actually see it.
I mean, it's still inside the cookie.
NARRATOR:Wait a second.
A fortune cookie?
What other kinds of fortunes are there?
Guys. What's going on?
You said you were gonna take my case.
Wait... We shook hands on it!
NARRATOR:Drats.
Stinker played the honor card.
They'd shaken hands
and still had the sticky fingers to prove it.
STINKER: That's plum sauce. My favorite.
NARRATOR:It was a plum assignment,
but a sticky situation.
So, you'll help me find my fortune?
NARRATOR:The cat and mouse detectives were on the case.
Looks like it's going to involve a smelly game
of trash bin bingo.
That's one game with no winners.
Snacks go here because it's next to the bakery.
Oh, wait, those are rubber balls.
Squeaky toys go here.
No, wait.
Broken squeaky toys go here.
No, wait. Those are in here.
No, wait.
NARRATOR: Stinker's fortune cookie could be anywhere.
You just gotta find it.
I just gotta have my fortune.
I gotta know what it says.
NARRATOR:There was no other choice.
The detectives needed to go dumpster diving.
Ugh!
NARRATOR:Ah, the old rock, paper, scissors.
Tom should've rembered that Jerry was a world champ at that game.
Ah! I've been looking for that.
NARRATOR:Next dumpster.
Be careful!
Hey, I was looking for this, too.
(WHIRRING)
We gotta get that fortune before the trash truck makes out with it.
NARRATOR:Pretty soon one trash bin looks like another.
This bin, that bin.
Bin there, done that.
Got to be some way to narrow this down.
What about the purple syrup?
(WHISTLES)
Yeah. The plum sauce.
Oh!
So what you're saying
is to find the dumpster with the plum sauce.
Let's find that dumpster.
That's avocado.
(WHIRRING)
Orange marmalade.
This is it!
I can't thank you guys enough
for helping me find my fortune.
(GARBAGE EMPTYING)
Don't let that fortune get away!
(PANTING)
The canine body isn't built for this kind of exertion.
Good thing you had me along.
You would've never caught the truck without me.
(GARBAGE TRUCK WHIRRING)
NARRATOR:There goes Jerryon a slow barge to trash land.
(SCREECHING)
I'll just wait on dry land for you.
I don't really like anything to do with water.
(MOTOR REVVING)
Hey! I think you forgot something.
NARRATOR: Just what the doc ordered.
A speedboat.
(THUDDING)
Nice of you to barge in, Tom.
The fortune. Eureka!
(SQUAWKING)
Is that a seagull, a she-gull, or a he-gull?
Never mind! Stop that bird!
(WHISTLES)
Ah! My fortune!
Finally, I get to know what it is.
You are about to be chased all over the city
by two of your former best friends.
(SCOFFS)
That's silly. Who takes these things seriously anyway?
Easy, guys. Guys?
(SCREAMING) Help!