Well, Sylvester, here we are, back in civilization.
This looks like a perfectly splendid place to spend the night, doesn't it, Sylvester?
It's so quaint and picturesque.
My! You certainly are an affectionate pussycat all of a sudden.
I love the way people go to bed so early in these country towns.
"Dry Gulch Hotel." How opportune.
I hope they're not full up.
Come on, Sylvester.
I'm afraid we'll just have to wake somebody up.
What the...?
Sylvester!
Don't be ridiculous. Now, come on, get down from there.
I ought to clobber you.
Come on, you great yellow cat, you.
What now?
Brother, the things I have to put up with, with this idiotic cat.
It's just a little teeny harmless spider, you shameless craven, you.
Now, come on, I'm sleepy.
I'll just ring for the night clerk.
I guess they're all asleep.
So I think we better just sign the register...
and look up a room for ourselves.
We'll straighten the whole thing out in the morning.
All right! What's the big idea of pushing me?
Don't be such an idiot.
What are you, a...
A manic depressive or something?
Sylvester!
What're you trying to do, wake everybody in the house?
Of all the screwball ideas.
Fighting with stuffed animals.
Weren't we lucky to find an unoccupied suite, Sylvester?
Now let's go to sleep. You'll feel a lot better in the morning.
Psychopathic old pussycat, you.
What? I can't breathe!
What's got into you? Hey!
Sylvester...
what are you doing with that rope...
and that razor?
That settles it!
Out you go!
Get off of me. Get out of here. What's the big idea?
What're you up to now, Sylvester?
Sylvester! You come out of there this instant!
Well?
Oh, cut it out! Of all the nonsense.
I guess the only way you'll be safe from the bogeyman...
is to sleep here with me.
You poltroon of a chickencat, you.
Mice.
Tell me, Sylvester, is there any insanity in your family?
What a lovely morning.
This really is a restful place.
You know, I think we'll just stay here for a week or 10 days...
and get really rested up.