Tom and Jerry Meet Sherlock Holmes

Aha, the perfect plot on paper.

Wha-?

Stop, thieves!

Holmes. Holmes, I say.

Holmes? Holmes?

- You'll never guess where I've been.

- You've just come from The public house...

...where word amongst the patrons is...

...another diamond robbery

has taken place.

The third in as many days.

By Jove, how did you know that?

Elementary, my dear Watson.

I can tell by the redness of your face

how many blocks you've run.

Four and a quarter blocks,

by my calculation...

...which would put you

at the Rathbone Inn.

And since there's been talk of little else

but the diamond robberies...

...I concluded

that a new one had occurred.

I assume, in your haste, you neglected

to bring a newspaper for verification?

Drat it, Holmes, sometimes my head

is emptier than my hat.

Jerry, could you come in here, please?

I say, Jerry, quickly now.

Ah, there you are.

Would you be a good little fellow and

fetch us the latest copy of The Times?

Whoa! Watch it.

Whoa!

Whoa!

What in heaven's name?

Wha-?

Um, thank you.

Great Scott.

Who is this ruffian, Holmes?

Urgent! Mr. Sherlock Holmes

- Holmes, what is it?

- A potential case, doctor.

- Are you free for the next few hours?

- I suppose so. What of it?

I need you to accompany me

to the Bruce Nigel music hall.

That's a rather seamy part of town.

What is this about?

Apparently, we shall find out

when we get there.

And you two shall have to learn

to coexist...

...for the sake of this investigation.

There's a yearning in the heart

Of this young lady

Alone, so very far away from home

Across the big old pond

To foggy London

To sing this little tune for you again

There's a burning in the heart

Of this young bosom

For a pleasure even treasured

By the queen

Yes, Victoria herself

Has a few upon her shelf

But my brolly is the best I've seen

Bumbershoot, bumbershoot

Strolling along with my bumbershoot

Rain or shine, it's divine

It simply can't be beat

Bumbershoot, bumbershoot

Nothing compares to my bumbershoot

Silk and lace, class and grace

My bumbershoot's a treat

Bumbershoot, bumbershoot

Wonderful, fun-derful bumbershoot

In the park, on a lark

My gamp is tried and true

Bumbershoot, bumbershoot

Who needs a man with a bumbershoot?

Good for walks, never talks

And goes in a stand when I'm through

Woo!

Mwah!

Come in.

Miss Red, Sherlock Holmes

at your service, ma'am.

Jerry, behave.

Oh!

Dr. Watson, miss.

Dreadfully sorry about that.

No need to apologize, gentlemen.

My admirers often act like that.

But thank you so much for coming.

I'm being blackmailed, Mr. Holmes.

I noticed by the ring on your finger

you're engaged to be married.

- I presume that's relevant?

Very perceptive, sir.

My fiance is a well-to-do

high-society chap...

...who doesn't know

I work in this low-class music hall.

And someone is extorting money

from you to keep your secret...

...since your fiance would surely break

the engagement were he to find out.

Precisely. Every evening,

after my performances...

...I must travel a long distance

and drop off a payment.

I didn't know where to turn...

...until a trusted family friend insisted

I seek out your services.

- Where is your residence, if I may ask?

- The corner of Brighton and Lane.

That's right behind

the Punjab embassy.

- Doctor? Doctor.

- Yes, Holmes? What is it?

I have just deduced the motive

for the blackmail.

Do you recall the case

of the Red-Headed League?

That was the crime perpetrated by

your arch-nemesis, Professor Moriarty.

I think this case is quite similar.

It's not really money they're after,

it's time.

They need Miss Red to be away

from her home.

I don't follow, old top.

The most famous single jewel

in the world, the Star of Punjab...

...will be on display starting tomorrow

at the Punjab embassy.

This jewel is especially light-sensitive

to the rays of a solar eclipse...

...which is to happen tomorrow

at 8:
02 in the morning.

Everyone will be there,

which is why the Star of Punjab...

...is going to be purloined tonight.

- Incredible.

- We must get to Miss Red's immediately.

Why, thank you, sir.

You're sweet.

We were lucky to get this assignment

guarding the Star of Punchy-jab...

...hey, son of mine?

I can't tells you how proud I am...

...that you're following in your old man's

footsteps as a guard-type dog.

I'm gonna learn you three lessons

of being a guard dog...

...just like my pop taught me.

First, you gotta inner-spectorate the area

around the diamond...

...and make sure the floor

is all secure-like.

Next, you gotta check the inter-gility

of the glass.

Yup, solid as a rock.

A glass rock, that is.

That's a good one. Heh-heh-heh.

Oh, I get it. Heh, heh.

Going a little too fast, eh?

I'll try and slows it down a bit.

Lastly, and most importantly...

...you always, always gotta make sure

the thing you're guarding...

...in this case the diamond, is safe.

I know you're excited...

...but there's no need for conniptions.

We already checked the floor, son.

That was lesson one.

My boy, you still gots a lot to learn

about guard-dogging.

Hyah!

If my theory is correct,

and I'm certain that it is...

...there should be an entrance

to a tunnel somewhere in this house.

Ah!

Huh!

Good job, Jerry.

Give me a hand, doctor.

By Jove, there is a tunnel.

Sawdust. We're too late.

The Star of Punjab

has already been stolen.

They cut a hole right through

the embassy floor.

Hadn't we ought to report this

to the police? Mr. Holmes.

At this stage, it would only

cast suspicion on you, Miss Red.

I need to determine

who is behind this theft.

And this may be just the clue

we need.

- What is it?

- A porcelain button.

Unless I miss my guess, this could

only be the work of Brett Jeremy...

...a tailor in Lancashire.

Come on, chaps.

What are you doing, son?

You're only supposed to ring the alarm

if something happens to the-

Hurry.

We must split up.

Watson and I will go to Lancashire...

...in pursuit of this button.

Tom and Jerry, I'm charging you...

...with getting Miss Red to my flat

for safekeeping.

Watson, hurry.

Here you are. Come on, giddyup.

Shh!

I think he's trying to tell us something.

Excuse me, mate. That's my shovel.

Hyah!

Blimey, the tunnel leads

right to this house.

Tom, Jerry,

there are constables in my house.

You mark my words, whoever lives here

is the one we're after.

All right, men.

This is the woman we're looking for.

Oh, yes. I'll say.

I'll cover the whole area.

Oh, yeah. Hey, when do we start?

Pipe down now, the lot of you.

I put you into teams of two

so you can scour the city...

...and find this hardened criminal.

And in addition, the Punjab embassy

has offered the arresting officer...

...a handsome reward.

All right, little buddy.

Why don't you go pick me up

an extra pair of handcuffs?

Sure thing, friend.

Here they are, partner.

Don't forget your billy club.

Oh?!

- Huh?

Hey, I think I see someone.

- You do?

- Yeah, that way.

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