Sylvester, determined to reach Tweety’s island, climbs into a bulky, dark-blue diving suit. The outfit looks oversized on him, with a huge round helmet, brass fittings, and a long hose trailing behind to supply air. Weighted boots clunk as he awkwardly waddles along the seafloor.
At first, things seem to go smoothly. He tiptoes past Sharkey, Granny’s pet shark, who is stretched out and looks to be asleep. Sylvester gives a cautious glance, then continues forward with exaggerated, careful steps.
But the shark isn’t really asleep. With a sly grin, Sharkey silently swims up behind Sylvester and, with a pair of scissors, snips his air hose.
Sylvester freezes. His eyes bulge inside the helmet as he realizes what just happened. He fumbles and panics, tugging at the hose, but it’s too late. Water gushes into the suit through the severed line.
The suit begins to swell. At first, it just looks puffy, but soon the entire thing bloats and bulges, filling up like a water balloon. Sylvester sloshes around helplessly inside, arms waving, legs kicking, his movements growing more sluggish as the suit inflates.
Then comes the big gag: Sharkey somehow slips inside the flooded suit with him. From the outside, the suit lurches and writhes, as though a shark is swimming around inside it. The bloated shape twists, bulges, and squirms comically, water sloshing inside with every movement.
Finally, the pressure is too much. With a loud rip, the diving suit bursts apart, splitting open at the seams. Water gushes out, Sharkey shoots free with a grin, and Sylvester is left soaked, shivering, and humiliated in the tattered remains of his gear.
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