Inside: It's glorious. Polished marble floors. A single, glowing chunk of moon-shaped cheddar on a pedestal. And written in gold leaf on the wall: RULE #2: SEE RULE #1. Tom cackles silently (cue: wide, open-mouthed laugh). He kicks the door shut and throws twelve different deadbolts.
The Vanishing Vault of the Cheese Moon
Tom freezes. He looks at the gold lettering. Then at Jerry. Then back at the letter. tom and jerry cartoon archive
Sunlight slants through the window. Tom, the grey and white cat, lounges on the rug, lazily swatting at a dust bunny. A letter SLAPS against the windowpane.
He slowly reads the fine print on the envelope: "P.S. The 'Cheddar-Whiskers' line was pranked in 1847. Good luck." Tom’s face cycles through: confusion → rage → resignation. Inside: It's glorious
Jerry holds up a final sign: "Sunday is also POTLUCK."
Tom sighs. He collapses against the vault wall. Jerry pats his paw. Then Jerry pulls out a contract: "ROOMMATE AGREEMENT: Tom gets Mondays, Wednesdays, Fridays. Jerry gets Tuesdays, Thursdays, Saturdays. Sunday: FIGHT DAY." Tom shrugs. He signs with a dripping claw. And written in gold leaf on the wall: RULE #2: SEE RULE #1
Tom snatches it. The envelope is wax-sealed with a silhouette of a snarling cat. He reads: "To the last surviving heir of the 'Cheddar-Whiskers' line: You have inherited the CHEESE MOON VAULT. A fortress of 100% impenetrable, mouse-proof design. Location: behind the grandfather clock." Tom's eyes bulge. He struts, chest puffed, holding the letter like an Oscar. He glances at the mouse hole. Jerry peeks out, polishing a tiny acorn cup.