Plot
One day at Hogan's Alley, Jerry's cousin, Muscles, is showing the cats who's boss. After dispatching of his feline nemesis, Muscles retrieves his mail, which includes a letter from Jerry, begging for help in dealing with Tom.
An angry Muscles packs a bag and goes to Jerry's home. As he marches through the alleyway, the cats cower in fear; Butch is so scared of Muscles that he digs his own grave and buries himself.
At Jerry's house, the mouse is being mercilessly terrorized by Tom, who throws sticks of firecrackers into Jerry's mousehole. Muscles arrives just as a stick of dynamite is thrown into the hole. Muscles marches out of the hole with the dynamite, and forces Tom to endure the explosion in his mouth. This causes the cat's eyes, cheeks and eardrums to pop out. When Tom grabs Muscles, the mouse easily throws him off and sternly demands that, as long as Muscles is around, Tom lay off Jerry. He then gives Tom a further taste of his strength.
Tom tries weight training, but as he visits Muscles and gives Muscles a punch, Muscles blows his own hand into a very big one and punches Tom strongly. Tom then tries a divide and conquer strategy, and even attempts murder, but finds himself outwitted at every turn; Muscles is either too strong or too crafty for him. In desperation, Tom calls a group of thugs for hire to dispose of Muscles. Even though the thugs ambush Muscles, they are quickly immobilized and tossed from the house. Tom, thoroughly intimidated, begins to grovel at Muscles' feet.
Before Muscles returns home, he gives Jerry an outfit identical to his, telling him that all he has to do is whistle. Jerry gets dressed and toughs himself up to look more like Muscles. When Jerry steps out of his hole and whistles, Tom, believing that Jerry is Muscles, rushes to bow to Jerry and kiss his feet, much to the mouse's delight.
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