(upbeat playful music)
(metal clanking)
- [Narrator] Mr. Monkey, Monkey Mechanic.
(owl hooting)
- [Mr. Monkey] That's me.
Mr. Monkey, Monkey Mechanic.
Doing the best job in the world.
Fixing things.
(metal clinking)
(hands clapping)
- Hooray!
- Wonderful!
- [Mr. Monkey] Usually,
I don't have a crowd
or cheering from the peanut gallery.
(peanuts crinkling)
So why the big fuss this time?
Well, it all started this morning.
The day started like any
other, with a garage bell ring.
(bell ringing)
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 growling)
And I had bolted it down real tight.
How could this horn just disappear?
And why was it replaced
with a roll of packing tape?
(rubber band reverberates)
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,
trusty monkey,
cardboard 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!
- Stolen?
- Mhmm.
There's a thief in town
and I'm gonna find him.
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.
First, we found Ms. Poodle.
(Mr. Monkey yells)
Her hair was frizzy and
she herself was frazzled.
Is she our thief?
- Oh, Mr. Monkey.
My hairbrush is missing.
- [Mr. Monkey] No, she was not our thief.
Have you seen it?
- 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.
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.
Sometime 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.
- Hoo, Hoo.
Mr. Monkey, I need your help.
Have you seen my sunglasses?
- [Mr. Monkey] Or not.
- 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.
Then, we stumbled upon Coach Moose,
who was acting suspiciously.
- Oh, hi 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
Ranger's 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.
- Careful there, Mr. Monkey,
You've got a T-Rex tailin'
ya, 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 ringing)
Mr. Crocodile?
- Ahoy, Mr. Monkey!
Are you here about my missing anchor?
- Your anchor is missing?
- It is indeed.
What's curious is how a heavy
anchor could go missing.
Just like that.
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!
(Mr. Monkey groans)
- Look, footprints!
- Footprints?
I can assure you those aren't mine.
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!
- A daisy named Lion,
curiouser and curiouser.
(upbeat music)
- [Mr. Monkey] We followed
the footprints along the dock,
and headed down a deserted alleyway.
And suddenly, the footsteps stopped.
- How can footprints just stop?
- I don't know.
(Mr. Chameleon yells)
And just like that, we had a chase.
After him, Mr. Lion!
(Mr. Chameleon yelling)
We chased Mr. Chameleon,
but he was one sly reptile.
(metal clinks)
We thought we lost him,
but Mr. Lion had an idea.
(Mr. Monkey panting)
(Mr. Lion roars)
- My, what a big roar
you've got, little old lady.
(Mr. Lion growls)
- 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.
And 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 want to 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 may know someone you should talk to.
(Ms. Squirrel hums)
- 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.
- Oh!
What a cutie-wutie.
Boop!
Oh!
Now that you mention it,
I do remember a customer who bought
all the packing materials I had.
- Who was it?
- Oh, 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.
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)
Our suspect had flown the
coop, but I knew where to go.
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!
- 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.
- A thousand apologies.
(door thuds)
(door squeaks)
- 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?
(mysterious music)
They look suspiciously like a
boat anchor, a hockey trophy,
- My horn!
- (gasps) And my trusty,
(triumphant music)
monkey wrench!
- (cries) You got me, you got me.
I did it.
I took it all.
Every last thing.
I'm so sorry.
- We found our thief and
everything we were looking for,
but I have 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 own.
So I started taking other things to pack.
I don't know how to stop.
I need help.
- [Mr. Monkey] And help is what I did.
I came up with a plan,
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's all on the up and up.
The case was tied up in a neat little bow.
Well, almost.
We just have 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.
- Attaboy.
- Hooray!
- Wonderful!
- [Mr. Monkey] The best job in the world.
- Mr. Monkey, Monkey Detective!
(upbeat playful music)
- [Child] Woo!
