Tom and Jerry: The Fast and the Furry Page #3

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even higher!

Folks, I've just heard from Hollywood

and have received some terrific news...

...that I'm sure our racers

will be pleased to hear!

Our racers are now going to head for

the southernmost tip of South America...

...where they will prepare

for the difficult crossing...

...from Cape Horn to the Antarctic.

And won't our racers be excited

and happy to hear that!

And here they come!

- Give me that key!

- Not so fast, Steed.

Biff has some news for you all!

That's right, all. The race

has been extended.

And we will see each and all of you

in the Antarctic! Good luck, everyone!

Avast, Squirty!

It'll take more than a little drizzle

to keep us from winning.

This reminds me of sailing

Blood Blister Bay back in Niltor.

No, this is terrible. Stop sinking!

Well, maybe this isn't so bad after all.

Well, Miss Mermaid...

...you are in luck. Because Steed Dirkly

has just washed upon your shore.

And as soon as you dry

these damp clothes, I'll reward you...

...by letting you fix my dinner.

Hey, this just in, Biffo.

Oh, some disappointing news

from the Southern Atlantic.

It seems Steed Dirkly is being parboiled

in a briny bouillabaisse...

...and served

with a caper dill cream mousseline.

Buzzby, he's out of the race.

But he sounds delicious.

Well, Gorthan, congratulations on being

the first one to make it to the Antarctic.

Thank you, Buzz. And hello, Biff.

Say, Gorthan, have you ever heard

that thing...

...about sticking your tongue

on a piece of frozen metal?

No. What do you mean?

Well, Gorthan, they say

if you touch your tongue...

...on a frozen piece of metal,

it will stick.

- What?

- Yes. What do you think, Gorthan?

Will it stick, yes or no?

Well, no, that's nonsense.

The answer is no. It wouldn't stick.

Well, what about putting your money

where your mouth is, Gorthan?

- What do you mean?

- Well, we have the south pole right here.

Why not give it a try?

What? You mean, stick my tongue

on this stupid metal pole here?

Who would have thought that

the so-called Destroyer of Light...

...was really just a big wimp.

- Look, I'm warning you!

No need to resort to evil magic, Gorthan.

If you think your tongue won't stick...

...just go ahead and show us.

All right. If only to prove to you mortals

that you are wrong! Here.

Well, go on, Gorthan.

I'm doing it, I'm doing it.

There. You see? I told you.

- Told you.

- I knew it.

Hey, Buzz, look.

The ice is cracking.

Gosh, you're right, Biff-O-Rama.

Let's hop over to safety.

Hey, what about me? Come on, fellas.

And it looks like Gorthan

is out of the race.

It sure does, Buzzo.

But at least we proved once and for all

that your tongue will stick...

...to a metal pole if it's cold enough.

- And that's something.

I curse your souls, mortals!

Boy, somebody sure is a sore loser.

That leaves the pussycat, the mouse

and, of course, Grammy.

Yes. And here they are.

Let's have a word with Grammy.

Say, Grammy,

I'm sure the folks at home...

...would like to know how you feel

about the race thus far.

Well, it's a wonderful competition.

It's good for a person to participate...

...in old-fashioned, clean,

wholesome fun!

Squirty. Squirty!

Grammy's coming!

Mr. Pussycat...

...how are you going to sleep at night

after a rotten trick like that?

I think he'll sleep just fine, Buzz.

Looks like the pussycat is in the lead.

Well, it seems we are down

to only two competitors now, Biffy.

That's right. A cat and a mouse.

A predator and the prey.

- The overdog and the underdog.

- The eater and the eaten.

- The big and the small.

- Okay, Biff, I think we get the idea.

Just take a look at the ratings

for the show, sir.

Holy cow, they're through the roof!

If this doesn't make me vice president

of Hollywood, I don't know what will.

We gotta keep this up.

What can we do to make the show

more exciting? Where are they?

They're racing across the Antarctic.

The next stop is Australia.

Australia, huh?

Isn't that where Mozart is from?

No. That's Austria, sir.

Oh, right. So how should we

have them get there?

Well, standard procedure

is to fly or sail, sir.

You gotta learn how to think

out of the box, Irving.

But how else would they get there?

There's an enormous body of water...

...between the Antarctic and Australia.

- Precisely.

- You mean...?

- Yes, keep going.

- Underwater, sir?

- Bingo!

That's the kind of thinking

that will keep you out of the mailroom.

The leg of the race between Antarctica

and Australia will be held underwater.

It'll be a television first.

Let's just see how high

we can get these ratings to go.

Well, I see the mouse, Buzz,

but no sign of the pussyc... Wait!

His car is there, but the pussycat

is not in the vehicle.

As we all know, the contestant must be

in his vehicle in order to stay in the race.

Congratulations, Mr. Mouse!

You have taken the lead.

You're that much closer

to owning your very own mansion.

Now it's time to modify your vehicle...

...because the next leg of the race

to Australia is taking place.

Underwater.

Tough break for the pussycat.

Yes, cats don't like water at all.

Especially this one.

Mr. Globwobbler, sir,

the pussycat is out of the race.

I love that cat. That backstabbing

feline drove our ratings through the roof.

- Get him back in the race!

- Yes, sir.

Take it easy, Punchy. Oh, we're on.

G'day all you mates and sheilas.

We're here...

Biff, no, it's "g'day. "

Like, duh, you pronounce

the "guh" sound.

Well, now I'm all self-conscious

and it sounds weird to me.

I think you better do it.

All right. Then here, you take Punchy.

I don't think this kangaroo

likes me very much, Buzz.

Nonsense. Take the leash.

G'day, folks.

We're here down under in beautiful, hot,

humid, bug-infested Australia.

And, folks, say hello to our Australian

ambassador of good will, Punchy...

...the boxing kangaroo.

Isn't he cute, folks?

He's adorable. G'day.

The next portion of the race

will take place in the rugged outback.

Isn't that right, Biff?

Then on north up to Weipa

in the northernmost portion of Australia.

The next leg of our race is about

to begin. Here they come!

It looks like Grammy.

Yes. And that's amazing.

Because the last time we saw her,

she had been eaten by a whale.

Never underestimate the elderly, Buzz.

Especially Grammy.

No, sir. This old bat

is full of surprises.

Hey, it's the mouse.

Any sign of the pussycat,

Mr. Mouse?

I think it's curtains

for the pussycat, Buzz.

And that's too bad. His rotten attitude

was making this race so exciting.

Well, good luck, rodent.

Oh, my little spud! I love you!

Let's burn rubber, Squirty!

Wait a minute, Biff, what's that?

Well, Biff, it looks like the network

has taken a liking to a certain pussycat.

Why bother? He can't win.

Grammy and the rodent

are already halfway across Australia.

Yes. I think we can stick a fork

in the pussycat, because he's toast.

And so is his car.

Well, it's always encouraging

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