Something has been bothering me for the past few months, ever since I saw what I can only describe as “a very surprising thing” on children’s television. It was something that made me question everything I have ever believed. It was something that forced me to realise that not only do I not have all the answers, but I don’t even know what all the questions are.
It was something called Baby Looney Toons.
I came across it quite by accident. My son was flicking through stations, searching for something – anything – interesting to watch. He found Baby Looney Toons (hereafter known as BLT), and being a fan of the ‘proper’ Looney Toon cartoons, he settled on that.
What I witnessed was mind-blowing. I sat in my chair, eyes fixed on the screen, my head shaking from side to side of its own accord. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing – I wouldn’t believe what I was seeing. Because, if what I was seeing was correct, the whole world had just turned upside down.
You see, what I was watching, was this:
What was that? Did I just hear your jaw drop open in shock? I know how you feel, my friend, I know exactly how you feel.
For those unfamiliar with the characters, let me introduce them. On the left is Sylvester the cat. Or, a toddler version of him, at least. Look at him there, happily pulling his little buddy along in a cart.
Oh, and who’s that little buddy looking up at Sylvester with such adoring eyes? Why it’s Tweety Pie, the canary. Check them out – two best friends, playing happily together, without a care in the world. Why, I bet those two are going to remain close pals for life. Best Friends Forever.
You can perhaps understand my confusion. The Sylvester and Tweety I know are sworn enemies. It isn’t merely that they’re not on good terms any more, Sylvester has apparently dedicated his entire life to eating the wee yella fella. Think about it, in the classic cartoons Sylvester’s whole reason to be is apparently just to swallow Tweety whole.
When I saw them playing together like this I was knocked for six. If I was wrong about Sylvester and Tweety’s relationship, what else was I wrong about? Maybe Coke was Pepsi. Maybe up was down. If I couldn’t believe even the most basic facts about a series of Merrie Melodies cartoons, what could I believe?
What happened? That’s what I want to know. What happened between these two to turn them from the doting pals pictured above, to the bitter enemies pictured below?
At first I thought something must’ve happened to Sylvester. Maybe when a kitten becomes a cat, certain hormones kick in or something. I don’t know, I’m not a vet, but as a theory it had potential. Human males become more aggressive in their teen years, so perhaps the same is true in cats.
But the theory isn’t perfect. For one, I’d say Sylvester is past his teenage period, and is now well into adulthood by the point pictured above. I seem to recall him having a 5-year-old child of his own in a few cartoons, and from his general demeanour I’d put him around late twenties/early thirties. In cat years. Well past any aggression brought on by a surge of teenage testosterone.
Then there’s the fact he isn’t just picking on Tweety, he’s trying to swallow him whole. The last part of that sentence deserved italics, and it got them. This isn’t some dominance issue, this is the repeated attempted consumption of another living creature.
So that more or less made me rule out that theory. I started thinking of other alternatives. Was Sylvester just hungry? I doubt it. I’ve been hungry before, but I’ve never attempted to eat anyone, much less any of my friends. It’s just not the done thing.
Had the cat gone mad? Possibly, although in his interaction with other characters he seemed perfectly lucid and rational. But insanity was the only real possibility left for me as to why Sylvester had turned on Tweety with such ferocity.
And then something struck me. Something made me readjust my thinking on the whole issue. I realised there had been a piece of the puzzle missing, and I had just found it.
Look at the two pictures above. Notice anything different about Tweety in the second image? Let me spell it out for you:
He’s. In. A. Frickin’. Cage.
So, between events in BLT and events in the grown up Looney Toons, Granny took the decision to put Tweety Pie behind bars. He (it is a he, right? I was never sure) went from having all the freedoms of a human child, to being imprisoned in a metal cage – a metal cage with no apparent door of which to speak.
You might argue that this was a rather extreme safety measure, and that the cage was designed to stop Sylvester getting at the poor little birdie. If that’s the case, how come Sylvester could always open the cage with such apparent ease?
Because the cage wasn’t designed to keep Sylvester out, that’s why. It was designed to keep Tweety Pie in.
I’m not sure what Tweety did. I can only speculate. Whatever it was, it must’ve been something so terrible that it tore his and Sylvester’s friendship apart. Tore it apart to the extent Sylvester swore a violent and bloody revenge – a revenge which would see him happily devour his former pal, rather than allow him to live.
Whatever happened, Granny knew Tweety could never be allowed to mingle with the outside world again. A firm believer in law and order, she refused to allow Sylvester to take the bird’s life, and instead incarcerated him in a tiny prison with only basic exercise facilities. Now she spends her days keeping Sylvester away, trying to stop him doing something he’ll regret.
Every waking moment of her life is now filled with the horrific, heart-breaking memories of what Tweety Pie did. She probably blames herself, even though she shouldn’t. She couldn’t have stopped him. No-one could have stopped him.
And when Judgement Day finally comes, and all must face up to their sins, Tweety Pie will get what is coming to him. A demonic Hell-beast will emerge from the flames of damnation, and it will approach the chirpy little canary, with fire in its eyes and darkness in its hollow, empty hear.
It will approach the bird, and it will reach into the cage…
And then it’ll swallow him whole.





