Aah! Take the night off, boy.
You deserve a little sleep.
Tom had to laugh.
There were two things he never got.
Sleep and food.
Polly was the elder statesman of the dog park.
She's been married to that ball for the last seven years.
Refreshing.
Thank you.
The name's Polly.
My collar was stolen in the park.
Has my name on it.
I think that no-good Barkley did it.
Barkley was a bottom-dwelling beagle with behavioral problems.
The mere mention of his name sent fear through animals' hearts.
Barkley, Barkley.
Barkley did it.
But not Jerry.
He laughed in the face of fear.
What do you say, boys? Can you help an old dog? Please.
Barkley's owners brought him to the dog park one day and never picked him up.
Now he was everyone's problem.
I'm coming! Did I forget the ball? I forgot the ball! I can't believe I forgot the ball! Four collars were stolen in a week at the park.
Everything pointed to Barkley.
Sure as the night is long, Barkley shows.
But if the cat and mouse detectives want to catch him, they'd have to go deep undercover.
I don't like grass! I don't like drinking fountains! I don't like trash cans! And I really don't like little yappy dogs in fancy collars.
For heaven's sake.
It was decision time.
The cat and mouse detectives can either deal with this bad dog head on or grab the backpack and run like two chicken-bellied cowards.
The choice was an easy one for our fearless detectives.
You're messing with the wrong dog, trash can! Well, well, if it isn't Barkley.
It's a two-for-one day.
I'm coming for you, cans! Wait a minute.
Those aren't cans.
That's a cat and a mouse! Another case closed.
Barkley was off the streets and Polly would soon have her collar back.
Peace returns to the hard boiled streets of tolucaville.
Thanks to the cat and mouse detectives! There's only one problem.
This isn't the end of the story.
Barkley was coming for revenge.
We got a runner.
Stop where you are! Darn electric fences.
Knock it off.
Why are you guys acting so nutty? I need some help.
I'm looking for a cat and mouse.
Only I don't know who they are 'cause they were wearing cans.
They stole my backpack.
Oh, when we find them, I'm gonna rip them limb from limb.
You helping or not? The cat and mouse's address? You guys are good.
I'm gonna rip 'em limb from limb.
You helping or not? You're telling me the cat and mouse live here? I don't know, boys, something smells fishy.
Oh, right.
That's probably it.
Let's go pay that cat and mouse a little visit.
And when I see them, I'm gonna Hold on, bub.
Either you got a twin in there or you took my backpack.
I'm gonna rip you Darn electric fences.
Don't let the small legs fool you.
I'm gonna rip you Hey, look who's back.
It's Barkley.
Couple of strays, eh? We got laws, you know.
Ding dong.
Hiya, boys.
At least they weren't in the same cage.
I'm gonna rip you I don't like little yappy dogs! Well, we don't like you either.
Drop them, Barkley.
Bring it.
Back off, boys.
I got this.
She may be old and lacking fur in critical places but she was determined not to take his guff anymore.
This was gonna get ugly fast.
It's not how Tom and Jerry would have done it.
Polly, how did you get here? Girl, come to mama.
Did you make a new friend, eh? Maybe, Tom and Jerry could get some much needed sleep now.
Harmony was once again returned to the city and a hardened criminal got a second chance.
Thanks to the cat and mouse detectives.