I don't own The Looney Tunes or Tom & Jerry

(LOVE THESE TWO OL' CARTOONS)

In a peaceful little home, a little canary named Tweety rocked back and forth on his swing inside his cage.

Beneath the cage, a black and white cat with a big red nose crept beneath the cage as he was ready to catch his meal. This cat was named Sylvester and he wanted to get his paws on Tweety. He elegantly crawled to the back of the couch and slowly climbed at the top.

Tweety heard the faint nails clutching onto the fabric of the red couch. He turned his head and saw Sylvester's ears and turned around again. "I twat I taw a putty tat."

Sylvester raised his neck. At the same time, Tweety turned his head and looked at Sylvester. "I did see a putty tat!" he yelled. He jumped off of his swing and ran to the back of the cage.

Sylvester opened the door of the cage and put his paw inside. He tried to catch Tweety but he was too deep into the cage. He swiped his paw at the bird as his claws popped out but he still couldn't reach Tweety/

Beads of sweat formed on Tweety's feathered head. There was no way out of this cage now as Sylvester's big paw blocked every escape route. He sadly shrugged as he knew that his next step was to surrender himself. He walked closer to the paw.

Sylvester swiftly grabbed him and bought him closer to his face. "I finally got you now!" he triumphantly said.

"I guess you did," Tweety shrugged.

Sylvester snickered as he opened his mouth and showed his pointy teeth. Tweety jumped from his clutch and pecked him on the nose. "YOW!" Sylvester screeched as he jumped into the air and grabbed his nose.

Tweety landed on the ground and looked for an escape zone. The only place where he could escape was a nearby open window. He ran over to the window and flew out.

Sylvester shook his head as he pain from his nose subsided. He ran through the carpet, jumped out of the window and chased after Tweety. Oh yes, that bird was going to be all his.

Tweety flew as fast as his little wings could carry him. Every building to his left and right looked blurry as he passed with them a quickening speed. He looked behind him and saw Sylvester picking up his speed. He dodged as Sylvester swiped his paw at him. "I am getting too old for this," he said.

Sylvester stopped running and looked to his right where a saw a white fence. He climbed the fence and began to run on it as he reach the same speed with Tweety. Tweety looked and Sylvester jumped from the fence. Tweety made a swift turn and entered someone's property.

Sylvester missed Tweety by a feather. He shook his head and looked at the land that Tweety entered. What he saw in front of him was a big blue house with a front porch, potted plants, green trees, and big great dog inside a doghouse! Sylvester skidded to a halt as he saw the dog. He looked at the name tag that was nailed in front of the hog house. "Spike?" he said that name as bits of spit flew out of his mouth. He slowly moved away from the dog.

"Uh-oh," Tweety said as he saw Sylvester. He flew inside the home. Sylvester smirked as he saw his meal. He tip-toed closer to the window, leaped inside, and closed the window with a lock and pulled the curtains together. "There's no way that bird will escape now," he said. He turned around and what he saw was not Tweety himself, but the home. It was very neat. The floor was spic-and-span, pillows were all fluffed up and neatly placed on the couch, and there was also a yellow little bird flying about. Sylvester shook his head as he saw Tweety. The chase began.

"That putty tat never gives up!" Tweety stated as he flew off.

While he was flying, he tried to avoid the objects that Sylvester was hurling at him so he could be trapped. He flew into the kitchen and rested on a plat that was on a shelf. Sylvester stopped running and looked up. He put a paw on the first shelf. Tweety rocked backwards and pushed the plate with his foot. He plate fell off of the shelf and crashed onto Sylvester's head.

Sylvester fell to the floor on his stomach. Tweety flew off of the shelf and flew into the living room. He looked around the living room for a good hiding place. At a nearby wall, there was a mouse hole and he flew straight to it.

A white paw lashed out as it slapped Tweety. With a huge force, Tweety crashed into a wall. He looked up and saw two Sylvesters running at him. He tried to fly but couldn't. The blow from Sylvester's paw had damaged his left wing.

"Wait putty tat!" Tweety said as he held out a feathered wing at him and Sylvester skidded to a halt. "What is that behind you?"

Curious, Sylvester turned his head and looked. At the same time, Tweety ran for the mouse hole.

"What?" Sylvester asked as he scratched his head. "I don't see anything. Wait a minute," he turned his head and saw that Tweety was not there. He looked at saw Tweety running for the mouse hole. He ran to try and catch him again. He smashed his paw on the floor but only caught a few of Tweety's feathers.

Tweety made it into the hole just in time. He his beside a wall and tried to catch his breathing. His small body was in pain and he was extremely exhausted from all the flying and the running. He jumped out of the way as Sylvester's paw reached inside the hole.

Sylvester reached deeper and deeper. "A-ha!" he said as his paw got a hold of something soft. He pulled out his fisted paw and opened it. In his paw, there was a gray and brown mouse.

The brown mouse took a hold of the gray mouse and they flew out of Sylvester's paw and into the hole.

"I twat I twa two mice," Sylvester said, "sufferin' succotash! I'm talking like that bird!"

The gray mouse popped his head out of the hole and saw that Sylvester as still there. He turned back to the brown mouse and pointed out of the hole, indicating that the cat was still there.

"Excuse me you guys?" Tweety said as he tapped them on the shoulder, "that bad ol' putty tat broke my wing," he said as he held up his injured wing at them, "do you have something to wrap it in."

The brown mouse put a finger on his chin. He suddenly held it up in the air and ran over to his drawer. He pulled out a dry Popsicle stick and a strip of white cloth. He gently took Tweety's wing, propped it on the Popsicle stick and wrapped it with the cloth.

Tweety moved his wing up and down much more easily. He smiled at the mouse. "Gee thanks," he thanked the mouse, "you're a real pal. Say, what are your names?"

The brown mouse opened a small blue door that lead outside and pointed at the name tag. It said: Jerry Mouse.

"You're Jerry," Tweety pointed as Jerry enthusiastically nodded, "and who are you?" he asked the the little gray mouse that was wearing diapers.

The gray mouse bought his hands in front of mouth and pretended to chew on something.

"Ooh a charade," Tweety said, "now let's see. You're pretending that you're eating something. Eat!"

The gray mouse shook his head. He tapped his wrist two times.

"Two syllables," Tweety said, "swallow, chewing, eating!"

The gray mouse kept shaking his head. He moved his head within his small hands.

"You're taking small bites. Nibbling, nibbles!"

The gray mouse smiled widely and pointed at Tweety as he finally figured out his name.

"Nibbles!" Tweety said, "well whatdaya know? Jerry and Nibbles. I'm Tweety."

Jerry pointed at Tweety and then raised his hands and shrugged his shoulders.

"What I'm doing here?" Tweety asked, "that bad ol' putty tat chased me out of the house and I flew here just to get away from him. He always tries to catch me."

Nibbles nudged Jerry with his elbow.

"You guys have a putty tat too?" Tweety asked as the two mice nodded at him, "in this house?" they nodded again. "Oh no, we're going to have a problem here folks. There are two putty tats in this house."