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,

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