Tom and Jerry: Shiver Me Whiskers

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This be a tale of the high seas.

A tale of fabulous treasure.

A tale of three pirate brothers

what searched for the treasure.

And a tale of how their plans

was thwarted...

...by a cat...

...and a mouse?

He said, "Pull harder, you dogs,

and get all hands on deck."

"All hands" includes paws, cat.

Cursed.

Cursed.

Cursed is this map...

...the map to the treasure

of the Spanish Mane.

You cannot begin to imagine the horrors

the curse brings.

So do not even try.

But the curse can be avoided...

...if you put the map

back in its bottle before sunset.

Sunset.

Sunset.

Sunset.

Sunset.

Sunset!

Sunset...

Look what you did to me mast,

you stinking sea cat.

What do you have to say for yourself?

No, never mind,

I don't wanna hear your lies.

I ought to...

Well, what have we here?

Shiver me timbers.

A treasure map.

And if I remember the maps

I seen in me youth...

...this one be leading to the lost riches...

...of the Spanish Mane!

Finding that treasure

has been a 40-year competition...

...between me

and me two scurvy siblings...

...Blue Pirate Bob

and Purple Pirate Paul.

What a couple of ugly bilge rats they be.

Now I'm gonna keelhaul you.

I'm sorry.

Walk the plank.

I was gonna make you walk the plank,

but now I be in such a fine mood...

...I'll be holding off on it.

For now.

Nice work, Thomas.

Hi, excuse me.

Hi. Now, he said:

"I be Blue Pirate Bob...

...and I don't take lightly

to no stowaways.

You know what I do to stowaways?"

Sorry.

No, I don't feed them and make them

comfortable and see to their every need.

But you're half right.

There will be some feeding...

...to me mascot.

Sorry, little fella, I'm just translating.

What's that you say?

Wanna bargain for your life, do ye?

A treasure, says ye?

Well, that makes the sweet pot sweeter,

doesn't it?

And where might that be?

Well, if it ain't the ship

of me no-good brother Red Pirate Ron.

So you're saying he found

a treasure map, are ye?

Well then, let's pay him

our traditional family visit, says I?

That should keep the mast

from falling over again.

What in the name of

Davy Jones' locker room?

Me hated brother Blue Pirate Bob.

So you smell me treasure map?

Well, come and get it.

Hi, Stan. What up?

How's the job going?

Hey, Betty.

You know...

...he mutters the same

indecipherable growl...

...I translate it as best I can...

...he gives me the occasional cracker.

You?

Same old, same old.

I tell you, it's not like it used to be?

It's getting so I can hardly

understand a word he's saying.

I hear you.

Break time's over.

- Gotta run.

- See you, Stan.

Avast ye swine.

I'll send you to the bottom of the sea.

This is for all that time you spent

hogging the bathroom, Brother Bob.

Who am I translating for?

Well, no one, I guess.

Just habit.

So...

...thought you could steal

me treasure map, you scurvy dog?

Go get that map, you mangy cat.

There's an extra ration

of kippers in it for you.

Remember...

...you have until sunset

to return the map to the bottle...

...or suffer its...

...curse.

You did good returning the map to me, cat.

Now, let's end this party with a bang.

Brother Ron, you wouldn't sink your own

flesh and blood now, would ye?

Not to mention his beloved parrot.

Aye, that I would.

I found the map to the treasure

of the Spanish Mane.

The Spanish Mane?

Oh, no, that treasure be cursed.

Our brother Purple Paul went lost

trying to find it.

Aye, and so will ye.

So long, Blue Pirate Bob.

Give the fishes me regards.

Sorry about that, Betty.

Talk to you later.

Well, you never did forgive me

for taking the top bunk.

Hey, take it easy, Stan.

Catch you later.

Set sail for Yo Ho...

Yo Ho Island.

Aye, aye, Pirate Ron.

Help yourself to me

own secret kipper store.

Which apparently ain't much of a secret.

Now, let's see, where be the tiny dot

that says, "Ye be here"?

Cursed. You did not return

the map to the bottle by sunset...

...and now you are all cursed.

What's this about

returning the map to a bottle?

This be the first I've heard of it.

But I told you already.

I told him.

Yes, I did.

And now, you are all cursed.

This ship is now hereby

commissioned into the fleet...

...of the Spanish Mane.

Thomas, have ye anything

to say for yourself?

I'll be outside.

Red Pirate Ron, abandon ship.

Start lowering the boat.

Well, Thomas,

since all this be your fault...

...row!

I'll see you real soon.

Having decided their ship

was of no further use to them...

...the pirates set out in their lifeboat

to find the treasure.

Though they faced peril after peril...

...and extremely unpleasant seasickness...

...at long last,

they reached their accursed goal.

Yo Ho Island.

The place on the map

where the treasure be buried.

Rest assured, lad,

the dangers here be many...

...and the rewards be few.

Except for me,

for whom the rewards will be vast.

Now, Thomas, row!

This be going into

your permanent employee record.

Who dares to enter me private sanctuary...

...without me express

written or verbal permission?

Quiet, you.

Can't understand a word you're saying.

Well?

Why don't you answer, cat?

You got your tongue?

A mouse?

I hates vermin.

I'm gonna take the both of you

and have you keelhauled.

And when that's finished...

...in the unlikely event...

...there's anything remaining...

...which there won't be...

...I'll gather up all the itty-bitty pieces

and feed them to the...

Feed them to the...

To the...

Get them, boys!

Get them, ye bumbling primates.

I know what they're after.

They're here for the treasure!

Quiet, you.

Blast ye.

I ain't finished me brunch yet.

Fine.

So you're here seeking the treasure,

are you?

No, don't talk. I knows you are,

so there ain't no use lying.

Now, I ain't gonna hurt you.

All that spooky speechifying earlier

was just to try and scare you off.

But I do wanna warn you.

Do you know why I, Barnacle Paul,

be on this island in the first place?

No, not the coconuts,

though they be mighty tasty.

No, not the bananas either,

though high in potassium they be.

No, it ain't for the monkeys either...

...though they do keep

a tidy jungle clearing.

No, it all started 40 years ago...

...when me and me two brothers,

Ron and Bob...

...had a love of treasure maps.

One day, we found in our collection

the most prized map of them all...

...the treasure of the Spanish Mane.

That's mane as in m-a-n-e...

...the fortune amassed by

Don Diego Clippershears...

...the most famous wigmaker in Spain.

He'd hidden his fabulous wealth

on an offshore island for tax purposes...

...and I aimed to plunder it.

Of course, me brothers had the same idea.

They say the map were cursed...

...so maybe that be why

the sound of our fighting...

...was more than

our sweet mother could bear.

So she dispatched

every last one of our maps.

While Ron and Bob spent the next

40 years trying to find them...

...I was the only one what had

seen enough of the Spanish Mane map...

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