(bright music)
(upbeat music)
(gentle music)
(owl hoots)
- [Mr. Monkey] That's me, Mr. Monkey, Monkey Mechanic,
doing the best job in the world.
Fixing things.
(animals gasp)
(wrench whirs)
(animals clap)
(animals cheer)
- Wonderful!
- [Mr. Monkey] Usually I don't have a crowd,
or cheering from the peanut gallery.
So why the big fuss this time?
Well, it all started this morning.
(gentle music)
The day started like any other, with a garage-bell ring.
(bell rings)
(Mr. Monkey yawns)
I had a visitor.
I love having visitors.
It was Mr. Lion, he seemed upset.
- Mr. Monkey, I cannot believe it.
I simply cannot believe it.
- Believe what?
- That!
Look!
- Well, what do you know.
Your horn's gone.
Where did it go, Mr. Lion?
- I have no idea.
Yesterday it was there,
and today in its place I found this.
- A roll of packing tape?
How very odd.
I had made Mr. Lion the perfect little horn.
(Mr. Lion roars)
And I had bolted it down real tight.
(wrench whirs)
How could this horn just disappear?
And why was it replaced with a roll of packing tape?
Thank you, Mr. Lion.
Now there's only one thing to do.
I'll make you a new horn.
But first, I'll need my...
(dramatic music)
Trusty monkey,
card board box?
My monkey wrench is missing.
Something fishy was going on.
Mr. Lion's horn was missing,
and so was my trusty monkey wrench.
I had a funny feeling that they weren't just missing.
They were...
Stolen!
- (gasps) Stolen?
- Mm-hmm, there's a thief in town,
and I'm gonna find them.
(gentle music)
With that, Mr. Monkey, Monkey Detective, was on the case.
- Say, Mr. Monkey, do you mind if I join you?
I'm always game to solve a mystery,
and it gives me a reason to wear all these disguises.
- Let's go.
And with that, our search for the thief began.
(suspenseful music)
First, we found Ms. Poodle.
Ah!
Her hair was frizzy,
and she herself was frazzled.
Was she our thief?
- Oh, Mr. Monkey!
My hairbrush is missing.
- [Mr. Monkey] Nope, she was not our thief.
- Have you seen it?
(gentle music)
- I'm afraid not, Ms. Poodle.
What do you think happened to it?
- I'm not sure.
But when I reached for my hairbrush this morning,
I picked up this instead.
- Ah-ha! - Oh my.
- A ball of string.
It's a clue, and a delightful play toy.
- Mr. Lion, I didn't see you there.
- Do you mind if I take this?
- Go right ahead.
- [Mr. Monkey] So I took the ball of string
and the picture of Ms. Poodle's beloved hairbrush,
and promised to help find it.
(suspenseful music)
Some time later we came upon Ms. Owl.
I was surprised to see her awake at this hour.
She's usually a night owl.
Very suspicious.
Maybe she was our thief.
- (hoots) Mr. Monkey, I need your help.
Have you seen my sunglasses?
- [Mr. Monkey] Or not.
(gentle music)
- I usually keep my sunglasses right here,
but all that's inside is wrapping paper.
- Another clue!
- I need my sunglasses for flying and landing.
Just look at this terrible parking job,
so close to this brick wall.
- Sorry, I haven't seen your sunglasses, Ms. Owl.
But I'll take this photo and the wrapping paper
and keep my eyes peeled for you.
(suspenseful music)
Then we stumbled upon Coach Moose
who was acting suspiciously.
- Oh, hey there.
You're just the monkey I was hoping to see.
- Really?
Why is that?
Did you maybe want to give me something, or some things?
- No, I need your help to fix my problem.
Wouldn't you know it,
I can't find the Junior Rangers ice hockey trophy.
It used to be back here,
but in its place I found these scissors.
Strange, eh?
- [Mr. Monkey] Indeed it was.
I took the scissors and told him
that I'd keep a lookout for the trophy.
(suspenseful music)
- Careful there, Mr. Monkey.
You've got a T-Rex tailing you and he looks hungry.
- It was troubling to say the least.
Everyone in town was missing something.
We had clues but no idea who the thief was.
And now I had a partner dressed like a daisy.
So, why all the different disguises, Mr. Lion?
- Because I don't want to be recognized.
- Makes sense.
(bell rings)
Mr. Crocodile?
- Ahoy, Mr. Monkey.
Are you here about my missing anchor?
- Your anchor's missing?
- It is indeed.
What's curious is how a heavy anchor could go missing
just like that. (snaps fingers)
What's even more curious is how this giant daisy
has suddenly appeared on my dock.
- Yes, it's been a very strange day, Mr. Crocodile.
A lot of things in town are missing
and have been replaced with other things.
- Like packing peanuts?
These were in the spot where my anchor was.
- Another clue.
We were getting closer, I could feel it.
Mind if I take a look around for more clues?
- Be my guest.
(suspenseful music)
- Ugh.
Look, footprints.
- Footprints?
I can assure you those aren't mind.
I have cute little Crocodilian feet,
and those are not them.
- Then this could be the clue we're looking for.
The thief's footprints.
Let's follow them, Mr. Lion, come on!
(upbeat music)
- A daisy named Lion.
Curioser and curioser.
(upbeat music)
- [Mr. Monkey] We followed the footprints along the dock,
and headed down a deserted alleyway.
(Mr. Monkey panting)
And suddenly, the footsteps stopped.
- How can footprints just stop?
- I don't know.
- Ah!
(upbeat music)
- And just like that, we had a chase.
After it, Mr. Lion!
(upbeat music)
- Ah!
- [Mr. Monkey] We chased Mr. Chameleon,
but he was one sly reptile.
(Mr. Chameleon panting)
(Mr. Chameleon thuds)
- Whoo-hoo! (chuckles)
- [Mr. Monkey] We though we lost him,
but Mr. Lion had an idea.
(Mr. Lion grunts)
(Mr. Monkey pants)
(Mr. Monkey grunts)
(upbeat music)
(Mr. Lion roars)
- My, what a big roar you've got, little old lady.
(Mr. Lion grunts)
- Give it up, Chameleon.
- Give what up, Mr. Monkey?
- You know what I'm talking about.
Where's the hairbrush,
the trophy, the anchor, the sunglasses?
- My horn.
- And my monkey wrench.
- I have no idea what you're talking about.
- But we tracked your footprints,
and you're acting all sneaky,
zigzagging around town, climbing fences.
You must be hiding something.
- Not at all.
I was simply soaking my feet in the water,
but then I saw how late it was.
I needed to get home fast,
but you know the old rhyme,
step on a crack, break your mother's back?
The dock was full of cracks.
I didn't wanna hurt my dear mom.
- [Mr. Monkey] But what about hiding against the wall?
And jumping the fence?
- I'm a chameleon, I camouflage.
I took a shortcut, is that a crime?
Well, if it is, then lock me up, Mr. Monkey.
- (sighs) Looks like we've hit a dead end.
We're never going to find the thief who left a box,
a ball of string, packing tape, wrapping paper, scissors,
and packing peanuts.
- A box, a ball of string, packing tape,
wrapping paper, scissors, and packing peanuts, you say?
I might know someone you should talk to.
(gentle music)
(bright music)
(Ms. Squirrel humming)
- Ms. Squirrel, what do you know about this box,
ball of string, packing tape, wrapping paper, scissors,
and these packing peanuts?
- Tell us everything you know.
- Ooh.
What a cutie-wutie, boop. (giggles)
Oh!
Now that you mention it,
I do remember a customer
who bought all the packing materials I had.
- Who was it?
- I'm not sure, someone new in town, a little guy.
- What would a tiny new neighbor want
with all those packing materials?
I had some thinking to do.
(suspenseful music)
(needles clinking)
Here's what we know.
We have a number of things missing.
We found a few clues in their place.
Our suspect is male, so he's not these two.
He's also little.
And he's new in town.
And at that moment, I knew who the thief was.
We had to move fast.
(upbeat music)
(Mr. Monkey panting)
(bell rings)
(Mr. Crocodile whooshes)
Our suspect had flown the coop, but I knew where to go.
(upbeat music)
Ms. Squirrel.
You tried to throw us off your scent,
but we know you took everyone's things
and left items from your store behind.
You are the thief, there's nobody new in the neighborhood.
- Yeah!
- Well, then tell that to the new guy next door.
- It turns out Ms. Squirrel was telling the truth.
There was someone new in the neighborhood,
and his home was wrapped in clues.
Sorry for calling you a thief, our mistake.
- 1,000 apologies.
(gentle music)
(Mr. Lion knocks)
(door screeches)
- Hey, can I help you?
- We're looking for some things
that we think you may know about.
- Like what?
- Like these.
- I promise you, viking,
I don't know what you're talking about.
- Then what would you call those?
(dramatic music)
They look suspiciously like a boat anchor,
a hockey trophy.
- My horn!
(wrench thuds)
- (gasps) And my trusty...
(dramatic music)
Monkey wrench!
- (sobs) You got me, you got me!
I did it, I took it all.
Every last thing.
I'm so sorry. (blows nose)
- We found our thief and everything we were looking for,
but I had just one question.
Why?
And then he sang like a canary.
- Well, I like packing things.
I love it, actually.
But I'd already packed everything I owned,
so I started taking other things to pack.
I don't know how to stop!
(sighs) I need help.
- [Mr. Monkey] And help is what I did,
and I came up with a plan.
(gentle music)
(bright music)
Mr. Lion and I helped Pack Rat start a packing business.
Now he could pack anything he wanted
and didn't have to steal anything ever again.
It was all on the up and up.
The case was tied up in a neat little bow.
Well, almost.
We just had one more thing to do.
Everyone got their things back.
And for me, it was time to get back to work.
To think if I hadn't cracked the case
I almost couldn't do my job.
(wrench whirs)
(animals clap)
(animal cheer)
- Wonderful!
- [Mr. Monkey] The best job in the world.
- Mr. Monkey, Monkey Detective!
(bright music)
(upbeat music)
- [Child] Boo!