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>> Roba: OH, NO!
[ DING! ]
>> Horace: HE'S GETTING AWAY...
IN A HOT-AIR BALLOON.
>> Alfe: ROBA, GIVE ME YOUR
BLOWGUN.
>> Roba: OKAY.
WELL, JUST DON'T GET ANY SPIT IN
IT.
[ PUFF! PUFF! PUFF! ]
>> Alfe: [ INHALES DEEPLY ]
[ BLOWS ]
[ ZIP! ]
[ EXPLOSION ]
[ WHIRL! ]
[ THUD! ]
[ DING! ]
[ SCREECH! ]
[ POP! ]
>> WHAT'S GOING ON HERE?
>> Horace: PROFESSOR, WE FIGURED
OUT HOW THEY WERE STEALING THE
HOT-AIR BALLOONS FROM THE ROOF
OF YOUR HOT-AIR-BALLOON FACTORY.
>> Alfe: BY MEANS OF HOT-AIR
BALLOON.
>> BUT WHO WOULD DO SUCH A
THING?
>> Roba: THE VILLAIN IS ALSO A
HOT-AIR BALLOON.
[ SMACK! ]
[ TWEET! ]
>> BRILLIANT!
NOW, TO WHOM SHALL I MAKE THIS
EXTRA-LARGE CHECK OUT TO?
WE'RE CALLED...
>> EVER SINCE THE LATE STONE
AGE, THERE HAVE BEEN UNIQUE
INDIVIDUALS WHO'VE SOLVED
PROBLEMS.
THIS IS THE STORY OF THREE SUCH
HEROES...
[ COMPUTER KEYS CLACKING ]
[ DOORBELL RINGS ]
>> HELLO.
MY NAME IS SWEETEE CREAME.
IS THIS THE PROBLEM SOLVERS
HEADQUARTERS?
>> Horace: YES.
THESE ARE MY ASSOCIATES --
ROBA...
>> Roba: OH, HI.
>> Horace: ...AND ALFE.
>> Alfe: OH, I BURNED MY TASTE
BUDS!
>> Horace: AND I'M HORACE.
YOU'VE KNOWN ME THE LONGEST.
>> Alfe: UHHH!
IS THERE A PROBLEM HERE?
>> EXCUSE ME?
>> Horace: I'M SORRY.
WHAT ALFE MEANS...IS THERE A
PROBLEM THAT YOU HAVE?
>> YES.
ARE YOU FAMILIAR WITH MY FATHER,
MR. CREAME?
>> Horace: I LOVE HIS WORK.
>> HAVE SOME.
IT'S OUR NEW MAYAN FLAVOR --
MAYAN CONTROL.
>> Alfe: NO, THANK YOU.
UH, I'M GONNA GO SWIMMING LATER.
>> Roba: UH, NO, YOU LICKED IT
ALREADY.
GROSS.
>> Horace: THANKS.
[ SLURP! ]
I LOVE IT.
[ SLURP! ]
IT'S REALLY CREAMY.
>> I SAW HOW SUCCESSFUL YOU WERE
SOLVING THE PROBLEM OF THE
MISSING HOT-AIR BALLOONS, AND I
THOUGHT YOU MIGHT BE ABLE TO
HELP ME.
MY FATHER, MR. CREAME, RECENTLY
WENT INSANE.
>> Horace: THAT'S TERRIBLE.
>> HE BARRICADED HIMSELF IN THE
ICE-CREAM FACTORY AND IS
PLANNING TO DESTROY IT TONIGHT
AT MIDNIGHT WITH A BOMB MADE OF
ROBOTS...MADE OF DINOSAURS.
>> Horace: WE'RE ON IT, SWEETEE.
>> [ LAUGHING EVILLY ]
I'M GOING TO DESTROY THIS
FACTORY IF IT'S THE LAST THING I
DO!
[ LAUGHS EVILLY ]
>> Horace: OKAY, ROBA, YOU
LOCATE EXACTLY WHERE HE IS ON
THIS BIOSENSOR.
I'LL PLOT THE QUICKEST WAY IN ON
THIS MAP AND THEN --
>> Alfe: STOP IT! STOP IT!
YOU'RE DRIVING ME CRAZY WITH ALL
THIS TALKING AND -- LOOK, I'M
GOING.
ALFE!
>> Roba: ALFE KNOWS IT'S A BOMB
MADE OF DINOSAURS AND ROBOTS,
RIGHT?
>> [ LAUGHING EVILLY ]
>> Alfe: [ GRUNTING ]
WAAAH!
I'M FLYING OUT!
>> Horace: PROBLEM SOLVERS
STATUS REPORT -- THIS PROBLEM IS
TOO TOUGH FOR US.
WE NEED HELP.
>> Alfe: OH, I KNOW WHO YOU
MEAN!
YOU MEAN --
>> Horace: YES.
[ DINGING ]
[ DING ]
TUX DOG.
>> WHAT CAN I DO FOR YOU,
PROBLEM SOLVERS?
ASK ANYTHING, BUT MAKE IT QUICK.
I HAVE A VERY FANCY PARTY I'M
GOING TO -- SO FANCY AND
EXCLUSIVE THAT I REGRET TO
INFORM YOU THE THREE OF YOU
COULD NOT POSSIBLY ATTEND.
>> Roba: MM-HMM. MM.
YEAH, WELL, WE DON'T WANT TO.
>> SOUR GRAPES.
IT'S GOING TO BE REALLY FUN.
>> Alfe: SOUNDS GOOD.
>> IT IS.
WHAT'S THE PROBLEM?
>> Horace: WE WERE HIRED BY A
MAYAN ICE-CREAM COMPANY.
THE OWNER WENT INSANE AND IS
TRYING TO DESTROY IT.
>> MAYAN?
YOU BOYS ARE IN THIS WAY OVER
YOUR HEADS.
>> Roba: WE ARE?
>> WHAT DO YOU KNOW ABOUT THE
MAYANS?
>> Alfe: NOTHING!
>> Roba: NOT SO MUCH.
>> THE MAYANS WERE A GROUP OF
MEXICAN EXTRATERRESTRIALS WHO
RULED THE YUCATAN PENINSULA FOR
500 YEARS THROUGH A VERY
SOPHISTICATED FORM OF MIND
CONTROL.
IF THAT MIND CONTROL IS IN THE
HANDS OF SOME CATS WHO MAKE ICE
CREAM, ANYBODY WHO EATS ICE
CREAM IS GONNA BE LIKE SLAVES
WITH CHAINS ON THEIR BRAINS, AND
THAT'S IN A BOOK THAT I'M
WORKING ON.
>> Horace: BUT PEOPLE EAT ICE
CREAM ALL OVER.
TUX DOG, THAT MEANS THEY'RE
TRYING TO CONTROL THE WHOLE
WORLD.
>> Roba: YEAH, I THINK I'M
PROBABLY MIND-CONTROLLED.
WELL, I'M VERY WEAK-MINDED.
>> IF YOU'RE MIXED UP WITH MAYAN
MIND CONTROL, YOU'RE IN GREAT
DANGER, AND I'D REALLY LIKE TO
HELP YOU, BUT I GOT TO FLY.
>> Roba: WAIT! DON'T LEAVE!
OH!
OH, HE'S -- OH, HE'S ACTUALLY
LANDING NOW.
MR. TUX DOG? SIR?
HOW DO WE SOLVE THE PROBLEM?
>> IF YOU CAN'T GO THROUGH THE
FACE, TRY THE OTHER WAY.
[ COMPUTER KEYS CLACKING ]
>> Horace: WHY WOULD AN
ICE-CREAM FACTORY HAVE A BUTT?
>> Roba: MORE THINGS ARE GETTING
BUTTS, AND BUTTS ARE BECOMING
MAINSTREAM.
I'M THINKING ABOUT GROWING MINE
BIGGER AND DECORATING IT WITH
STICKERS.
>> Alfe: HEY, ROBA, WE SHOULD
PUT A BUTT ON OUR HOUSE.
THAT WAY, WE DON'T WAKE UP THE
LANDLORD WHEN WE COME HOME LATE.
>> Horace: Shh!
COME ON.
>> Roba: THERE HE IS.
>> 10...9...8...
>> Horace: ALFE!
THE GLUE GUN!
>> Alfe: ALFE!
[ CLANK! ]
>> WHY DID I ADD A STOP BUTTON?!
>> Alfe: [ GRUNTING ]
[ POP! ]
>> Roba: PROBLEM SOLVED.
>> NICE JOB, HORACE.
[ SMOOCHES ]
I'LL CALL YOU.
[ Echoing ] I'LL CALL YOU.
I'LL CALL YOU. I'LL CALL YOU.
I'LL CALL YOU.
[ COMPUTER KEYS CLACKING ]
>> YOUR BIG CELLPHONE HAS ZERO
NEW MESSAGES.
>> Horace: GUYS, WHEN I WAS
ASLEEP, DID I GET A TEXT OR
ANYTHING?
WAIT.
MAYBE SHE TEXTED ME USING
NUMBERS.
YEAH, SHE PROBABLY NUMBERED ME,
AND I MISTOOK IT FOR A TEXT.
>> Alfe: SHE'S NOT CALLING YOU,
HORACE!
NO!
>> Roba: OR NUMBERING.
>> Horace: I'M WORRIED.
WHY WOULD A GIRL SAY SHE'S GONNA
CALL ME AND NOT?
>> Alfe: 'CAUSE SHE'S A JERK.
>> Horace: NO.
SWEETEE CREAME IS GREAT.
>> Alfe: UNH-UNH! NO, SHE'S NOT.
>> Roba: YEAH, I MEAN, WHAT'S SO
GREAT ABOUT HER?
>> Alfe: A DRUM SET'S GREAT.
SOME DUMB GIRL WHO ONLY GAVE US
$15 AFTER I GOT MY FUR CHEWED
IS NOT GREAT!
>> Horace: A GIRL CAN BE BETTER
THAN A DRUM SET.
>> Roba: WHAT?!
>> Alfe: YOU SICK, SICK MAN.
>> Horace: LOOK, SWEETEE WOULD
NOT CALL ME FOR NO REASON.
>> Alfe: YUM! YUM!
>> Horace: SHE MIGHT BE IN
DANGER.
>> Alfe: YUM!
>> Roba: WHERE DID THAT PIZZA
COME FROM?
>> Alfe: SQUIRREL CHEEKS.
I GOT SQUIRREL CHEEKS.
I CAN SAVE FOOD IN THEM FOR WHEN
I'M GONNA GET A SNACK ATTACK.
>> HELLO, PROBLEM SOLVERS.
WORD ON THE STREET IS YOU REALLY
BOTCHED THE MAYAN ICE-CREAM
CAPER.
>> Alfe: HOW SO?
>> YOU TOOK OUT MR. CREAME.
HE WAS TRYING TO DESTROY THE
FACTORY BECAUSE IT WAS AN EVIL
MIND-CONTROL FACTORY.
>> Horace: I KNEW IT.
SWEETEE IS IN TROUBLE.
>> YOU GENTLEMEN BETTER TAKE MY
HELICOPTER AND GET OVER THERE
BEFORE IT'S TOO LATE.
>> Alfe: REALLY? COOL.
THIS THING IS AWESOME!
>> YOU THINK SO?
I'VE GOT VEHICLES THAT ARE MUCH,
MUCH BETTER.
UNFORTUNATELY, YOU CAN'T RIDE IN
THEM.
>> Alfe: CAN I RIDE IN THAT ONE?
I THINK I'D REALLY LIKE IT.
>> THE MORE YOU WANT TO, THE
MORE YOU CAN'T.
>> Horace: SWEETEE! SWEETEE!
IT'S ME! ARE YOU ALL RIGHT?
>> HORACE, WHAT ARE YOU DOING
HERE?
>> Horace: YOU SAID YOU'D CALL,
AND YOU DIDN'T.
>> Alfe: HMM.
I LIKE YOUR NEW DECORATIONS --
VERY "EVIL LEADER-Y."
>> Roba: OH...MY...DOG.
HER DAD WASN'T CRAZY.
HE WAS TRYING TO STOP HER.
>> Horace: WHY WOULD HE DO THAT?
>> Alfe: HORACE, WAKE UP.
IT'S OBVIOUS.
IT'S BECAUSE SWEETEE CREAME IS
EVIL!
>> [ LAUGHING EVILLY ]
[ CLANK ]
[ RUMBLING ]
>> Horace: SWEETEE'S NOT EVIL.
SHE'S GREAT.
WE'VE DISCUSSED THIS.
[ ZAP! ]
>> Together: [ Chanting ]
SWEETEE IS GREAT.
SWEETEE IS GREAT.
>> Alfe: ALL THIS TALK IS
DRIVING ME CRAZY.
GET HER!
SHE ONLY GAVE US 15 BUCKS!
ALFE!
>> Roba: GUYS, UH, DON'T LOOK
NOW, BUT, YEAH, WELL, MAYBE LOOK
NOW -- DOWN.
THERE'S ROPE.
[ CREAK! ]
[ WHOOSH! ]
[ LIQUID BUBBLING ]
>> Horace: SWEETEE, I AM SORRY.
WHY ARE YOU MAD AT US?
WHAT CAN I DO TO MAKE UP WITH
YOU?
>> Roba: HORACE, WAKE UP.
HELLO?!
AM I MISSING SOMETHING?
WHO ARE YOU, AND WHY DOES HORACE
LIKE YOU?
>> [ LAUGHS EVILLY ]
HORACE WAS A GOOD BOY AND TRIED
MY ICE CREAM.
I CAN MIND-CONTROL ANYONE WHO
TASTES IT.
>> Roba: I KNEW IT!
I NEVER TRUSTED YOU.
YOU HAD US TAKE OUT YOUR DAD SO
YOU COULD USE THE MIND-CONTROL
ICE CREAM, HUH?
>> THIS ICE-CREAM FACTORY IS
HOOKED UP TO THE WORLD'S NETWORK
OF ICE-CREAM TUBES.
WHEN I RELEASE THIS BATCH
INFECTED WITH THE MIND-CONTROL
MESSAGE "SWEETEE CREAME IS
GREAT," IT WILL TRAVEL
THROUGHOUT THE WORLD AND
SOFT-EVERYONE WILL SOFT-SERVE ME
AS SOFT-QUEEN.
>> Roba: WELL, IT WILL NEVER
WORK.
YOU'RE NOT GREAT, SO YOU'LL
NEVER REALLY BE GREAT.
>> Horace: BUT, SWEETEE, I
ALREADY THINK YOU ARE GREAT.
>> Roba: SHUT UP!
YOU'RE MIND-CONTROLLED, FOR
DOG'S SAKES.
>> THANKS, HORACE, BUT I DON'T
NEED YOU ANYMORE.
NOW I JUST NEED TO COVER MY
TRACKS, SO I'M PUTTING YOU ALL
IN ICE-CREAM QUICKSAND.
ANY LAST WORDS, PROBLEM SOLVERS?
>> Alfe: YEAH.
CAN I HAVE SOME ICE CREAM,
PLEASE?
>> Roba: ALFE, NO!
SHE'S A BAD LADY!
ISN'T ANYONE PAYING ATTENTION TO
ME?
>> Alfe: YEAH, I KNOW.
BUT IF SHE'S GONNA CONQUER THE
WHOLE WORLD, I WANT TO BE ON HER
TEAM.
>> I LIKE THE WAY YOU THINK.
>> Alfe: MY -- MY SWEETEE'S
GREAT.
>> I AM, AMN'T I?
LET THE MIGHTY DOG MAN GO AND
DROP THE OTHERS IN THE ICE-CREAM
QUICKSAND.
[ CREAK! ]
>> Roba: ALFE, NO!
DON'T EAT MORE OF IT!
OH, MIND CONTROL.
JUST SAVE US! OUCH!
>> Alfe: HEY, ROBA, I'VE BEEN
MEANING TO TELL YOU SOMETHING
THIS WHOLE TIME -- CHILL OUT.
>> WHAT ARE YOU DOING?
[ CLANK! ]
>> Alfe: MELTING ALL THE EVIL
ICE CREAM....
>> STOP.
>> Alfe: ...THUS DESTROYING THE
SOURCE OF THE MAYAN MIND-CONTROL
POWER...
>> STOP!
>> Alfe: ...THEREFORE DEPRIVING
YOU OF YOUR POWER, JERK!
>> STOP!
I COMMAND YOUR MIND -- STOP!
WHY ISN'T IT WORKING?
WHY CAN'T I CONTROL YOU?
[ SPLAT! ]
>> Alfe: NOW, THERE!
I ENJOY ICE CREAM EVEN WHEN I
DON'T WANT TO EAT IT.
NOBODY CONTROLS ALFE!
>> NO!
MY POWERS!
MY ICE-CREAM POWERS!
NO!
>> Roba: YEAH, NOW WE GET TO
LEAVE.
LET'S GO.
OKAY, BYE, EVERYBODY!
[ LIQUID BUBBLING ]
[ RUMBLING ]
[ BUBBLING ]
[ SPLASH ]
>> Horace: WHAT HAPPENED?
>> Roba: SOME GIRL GOT INTO YOUR
MIND AND CONTROLLED IT.
>> Alfe: QUICK, WHAT'S BETTER?
A GIRL OR A DRUM SET?
>> Horace: THAT'S A NO-BRAINER.
DRUM SET!
[ POP! ]
>> Roba: PROBLEM SOLVED.
>> Alfe: COME ON, BOYS.
OUR WORK HERE IS DONE HERE.
>> ANOTHER EXCITING CASE SOLVED
BY THE PROBLEM SOLVERS.
>> EVER SINCE THE LATE STONE
AGE, THERE HAVE BEEN UNIQUE
INDIVIDUALS WHO'VE SOLVED
PROBLEMS.
THIS IS THE STORY OF THREE SUCH
HEROES...
[ COMPUTER KEYS CLACKING ]
>> Horace: AH, THE SHOWER -- THE
ONLY PLACE WITH NO PROBLEM.
[ ALARM BLARES ]
UGH!
[ CATS MEOWING ]
DOESN'T ANYONE HEAR THIS?!
>> Roba: HEAR WHAT?
I'M DEEP INTO A GAME OF
CHOMPIN' CATS.
>> Horace: [ SIGHS ]
PROBLEM SOLVERS, HERE.
>> BOYS, IT'S ME, THE NEW MAYOR.
THANK HEAVENS YOU ANSWERED.
WE HAVE AN EMERGENCY CRISIS!
COME TO THE GROCERY STORE AT
ONCE!
>> Alfe: WHEE! WHEE!
>> Roba: I WANT TO TRY!
I WANT TO TRY!
>> Horace: NAH, YOU'LL HURT
YOURSELF, ROBA.
COME ON.
>> Alfe: I'LL NEVER GET HURT!
AAH!
>> Horace: OKAY, WE'VE ENTERED
THE PROBLEM ZONE.
ROBA, START TAKING NOTES.
ALFE, DO YOU SMELL ANYTHING
FUNNY?
>> Alfe: UGH! TIME OUT!
I JUST GOT REALLY ITCHY.
UGH! I'M ITCHY!
I'M GONNA GO TO THE ITCH-SAUCE
AISLE.
I'LL FIND YOU LATER.
>> ATTENTION, PROBLEM SOLVERS.
PROBLEM IN AISLE 10.
>> OH, THERE YOU BOYS ARE.
LISTEN, I HAVE H-HORRIBLE NEWS.
THIS MORNING, STARTING WITH THIS
LOCATION, ALL THE TOWN'S SALSA
WAS STOLEN!
[ BOTH GASP ]
AND TOMORROW IS CINCO de SALSA,
THE TOWN'S ANNUAL SALSA PARTY.
IF THE PROBLEM SOLVERS DON'T
FIND THE STOLEN SALSA...
[ CRIES ]
>> Horace: I KNOW -- IT'LL BE A
DISASTER.
DON'T WORRY!
WE WON'T LET THAT HAPPEN.
>> Alfe: HEY, GUYS.
DON'T HUG ME, 'CAUSE I'M COVERED
IN ITCH SAUCE.
WHAT -- WHAT IS THAT?!
WHAT IS GOING ON?!
NO! THE SALSA!
THE SALSA'S ALL GONE!
>> Horace: ALFE, IT'S OKAY.
I KNOW HOW MUCH YOU LOVE SALSA.
DON'T WORRY.
WE'RE GONNA SOLVE THIS PROBLEM.
>> PROBLEM SOLVERS, THE TOWN'S
MOST SACRED HOLIDAY IS IN YOUR
HANDS!
>> Horace: OKAY,
PROBLEM SOLVERS TEAM MEETING.
GATHER AROUND.
>> Alfe: [ MUNCHING ]
>> Horace: ALFE, PAY ATTENTION!
>> Alfe: [ MUNCHING CONTINUES ]
>> Horace: WHY ARE YOU SO ITCHY?
>> Roba: PROBABLY 'CAUSE HE
DOESN'T COMB HIS FUR.
>> Alfe: NUH-UH!
[ MUNCHING ]
I ONLY GOT ITCHY RIGHT WHEN WE
GOT TO THE STORE.
[ MUNCHING ]
>> Roba: REALLY, ALFE!
STOP CHEWING YOUR FUR!
YOU KNOW IT CAUSES --
>> Alfe: [ RETCHES ]
>> Roba: UGH!
...FUR BALLS!
>> Horace: WAIT A SECOND, ALFE.
YOU CAUGHT FLEAS!
AT THE SCENE OF THE CRIME.
>> Roba: UGH! DISGUSTING!
>> Horace: MAYBE, BUT IT'S OUR
FIRST CLUE.
ROBA, COME HERE.
USE YOUR INSECTO-SCANNER TO
ANALYZE THESE.
[ BEEPING ]
>> Roba: WHOA!
IT SAYS THEY ORIGINATED FROM A
MR. BADCAT.
>> Horace: THAT SOUNDS BAD.
THIS IS SERIOUS, GUYS.
LET'S GO VISIT TUX DOG.
>> Roba: WHAT?! NO, NOT TUX!
HE'S MEAN!
IT HURTS MY EMOTIONS!
>> Alfe: PFFT!
YOU HAVE EMOTIONS.
COME ON! LET'S GO TO TUX'S!
HE HAS SUCH COOL STUFF!
[ COMPUTER KEYS CLACKING ]
>> BADCAT?
YOU BOYS HAVE YOURSELVES A MAJOR
PROBLEM, NOT TO MENTION THIS
INSECTO-SCANNER IS POORLY MADE.
>> Roba: BUT I BUILT IT.
>> YES, AND IT'S VERY UGLY.
>> Roba: BUT IT'S SUPPOSED TO
LOOK LIKE ME!
>> PAY ATTENTION!
BADCAT IS A SUPER-VILLAIN.
HIS HIDEOUT IS HIS BOARD GAME
SUPER CASINO.
HE LIVES THERE WITH HIS BADCAT
ARMY.
THIS FLEA LEAVES NO DOUBT IT WAS
HE WHO STOLE THE SALSA!
>> Horace: HE'LL HOLD IT FOR
RANSOM AND TRY TO SELL IT BACK
TO THE TOWN FOR LIKE A ZILLION
DOLLARS!
>> Alfe: AW, HE'S GONNA RUIN
CINCO de SALSA!
>> PRECISELY.
BOYS, THIS IS THE DAY I'VE BEEN
TRAINING YOU FOR.
YOU SEE, BEATING A SUPER-VILLAIN
REQUIRES A SUPER TEAM.
CONGRATULATIONS.
YOU'LL BE WORKING WITH ME.
>> Alfe: COOL!
>> Horace: WOW!
>> Roba: YAY.
>> INDEED.
YOUR FIRST JOB WILL BE TO GIVE
ALFE A FLEA BATH.
>> Horace: OKAY, BUT THEN DO WE
JOIN UP WITH YOU?
>> PAY ATTENTION!
HERE, TAKE THESE COLORING
MARKERS.
>> Roba: OH, COOL!
DO THEY HAVE, LIKE, HIDDEN
LASERS IN THEM?
>> Alfe: YEAH!
WHAT SHOULD I KILL WITH THEM?!
>> TIME.
ONCE ALFE'S BATH IS OVER, USE
THEM TO COLOR THESE TUX DOG
COLORING BOOKS.
>> Horace: COLORING BOOKS?!
HOLD ON.
I THOUGHT WE WERE GONNA BE
WORKING ON THE SAME TEAM
TOGETHER.
>> YES, I WANT YOU THREE TO STAY
OUT OF MY WAY.
IT'S CALLED "TEAMWORK."
BADCAT IS A SUPER-VILLAIN, AND
ONLY I CAN DEFEAT HIM.
TEAMWORK!
[ COMPUTER KEYS CLACKING ]
[ SQUIRT! ]
>> Horace: WELL, ROBA, YOU WERE
RIGHT.
TUX IS MEAN.
>> Roba: I'M GONNA COLOR HIM
PURPLE!
HOW DO YOU LIKE THAT, TUX?!
>> Alfe: GUYS, PAY ATTENTION TO
ME!
I'M SO ITCHY!
THIS BATH ISN'T WORKING!
>> Horace: I KNOW, I KNOW.
LOOK, TO MAKE A PROPER FLEA
BATH, IT TAKES ONE HALF SALSA,
ONE HALF ROOT BEER.
>> Roba: [ SCOFFS ]
IT'S LIKE TUX WANTED US TO FAIL!
>> Horace: WAIT, OF COURSE!
TUX KNEW WE COULDN'T GIVE ALFE A
PROPER FLEA BATH WITHOUT SALSA.
>> Roba: WAIT, ARE YOU SURE?
>> Horace: HE WAS TESTING US!
HE WANTS US TO JOIN HIM AND HELP
BEAT BADCAT AND RESCUE THE
SALSA!
>> Alfe: SO WHAT YOU'RE SAYING
IS WE GET TO GO TO THE
SUPER BOARD GAME CASINO?!
>> Horace: THAT'S RIGHT.
>> Alfe: AWESOME!
>> Horace: LOOK!
THERE'S TUX DOG!
HE'S FIGHTING THE BADCAT ARMY!
>> HA-HA! TAKE THAT!
>> Horace: COME ON, LET'S HELP
HIM!
>> Roba: WAIT! NO, LOOK!
IT'S BADCAT!
W-WHAT HAS HE GOT?
OH, NO!
[ GASPS ]
>> THIS IS EASIER THAN I
THOUGHT.
NEXT STOP, BADCAT'S --
[ ZAP! ]
[ GROANS ]
[ SNORING ]
>> Roba: WHAT?!
TUX DOG'S BEEN PUT TO SLEEP!
>> Alfe: WHOA.
THEY'RE JUST DRAGGING HIM AWAY.
LET'S GO HOME.
THIS CASE JUST GOT OFFICIALLY
TOO HARD.
>> Horace: NO!
THIS IS THE MOST IMPORTANT
PROBLEM WE'VE EVER HAD TO SOLVE!
WE'VE GOT TO SAVE TUX DOG!
>> Roba: WELL, OKAY.
I MEAN, IF WE SAVE HIM, HE CAN'T
BE MEAN TO ME.
>> Alfe: WAIT, LOOK.
DO WE STILL GET TO GO INTO THAT
COOL CASINO?
>> Roba: WE'RE GONNA HAVE TO,
'CAUSE ACCORDING TO MY
ROBA-RADAR, BADCAT PROBABLY TOOK
TUX TO HIS SECRET LAIR AT THE
TOP OF THE CLUB'S TOWER.
IT LOOKS LIKE THE ONLY WAY TO
ACCESS THE TOWER IS THROUGH A
VENT IN THE V.I.P. ROOM.
>> Horace: OKAY, GOOD.
ALFE, BREAK OUT THE V.I.P.
DISGUISES.
>> Alfe: HEY, HEADS UP.
IT'S ALFE COMIN' THROUGH.
>> SORRY.
REAL V.I.P.s ONLY.
>> Roba: OH.
[ CHUCKLES ]
WE'RE REAL V.I.D.s, DON'T
WORRY --
>> Horace: P's! V.I.P.s.
WE'RE V.I.P.s.
>> Alfe: NO, WE'RE V.I.D.s --
VERY IMPORTANT DOGGIES.
LET US IN.
HEY, COULD A NON-V.I.D. BE SO
GOOD AT AIR DRUMMING?
[ IMITATES DRUMMING ]
>> [ LAUGHS ]
OKAY.
I'M GONNA BEAT UP YOU THREE
RIGHT NOW.
>> MEOW, MEOW, MEOW, MEOW!
HOLD ON!
NICE AIR DRUMMIN', KID.
I USED TO DRUM.
SAY, WHO ARE YOU BOYS?
>> Alfe: UH, WE'RE V.I.D.s.
CAN I USE YOUR BATHROOM?
>> YOU KNOW WHAT?
I LIKE YOU GUYS.
M-YEAH, COME ON IN!
>> Roba: WOW, SOMEONE LIKES ME?
OKAY. COOL.
>> Horace: Roba, play it cool.
It's Badcat.
OH, THANK YOU.
>> MEOW, MEOW, MEOW!
IT'S MY PLEASURE!
COME ON IN.
WELCOME TO MY BOARD GAME CASINO.
MEOW!
WE GOT ALL THE CLASSICS HERE --
TICKTACKTOE, TROLL QUEST,
CHECKERS, MONSTERS AND MAZES.
>> Alfe: WOW!
>> Roba: YOU GOT CHOMPIN' CATS?
>> SURE, WE DO, BUT IT'S ALL THE
WAY UPSTAIRS.
LISTEN, THESE GAMES DOWN HERE IN
THE V.I.P. SECTION ARE THE BEST
IN TOWN, AND YOU CAN PLAY THEM
FOR FREE ALL NIGHT 'CAUSE YOU
ARE AWESOME, SEE?
ENJOY!
>> Roba: AND THANK YOU FOR
MAKING ME FEEL VERY IMPORTANT
AND LOVED!
>> Horace: ROBA, shh!
THAT WAS CLOSE!
HE'S SO BAD AND EVIL, HE COULD
HAVE KILLED US!
>> Alfe: WHAT? NO!
HE'S AWESOME!
HE'S MY NEW FAVORITE COOL CAT!
>> Horace: COOL CAT? NO, BADCAT!
HE JUST CAPTURED TUX!
>> Roba: HATE TO BREAK IT TO
YOU, BUT TUX SUCKS.
WE SHOULD PROBABLY MAKE BADCAT
OUR NEW MENTOR.
>> Alfe: TOTALLY.
LET'S PLAY ALL THESE GAMES NOW!
>> Horace: STOP IT!
WE'RE HERE TO SAVE TUX!
>> Alfe: HORACE, LOOK!
[ GASPS ]
THEY HAVE YOUR FAVORITE GAME --
A-DR. PEPPERONI'S PIZZA PARTY
PUZZLE.
>> Horace: WO-O-O-O-W!
WAIT, THAT'S YOUR FAVORITE GAME.
UH, ROBA! ALFE!
WHERE DID YOU GO?!
[ COINS CLANKING, CHIMES PLAY ]
[ SLURP! ]
[ TING! ]
[ TING! ]
THERE YOU TWO ARE!
I KNOW YOU GUYS DON'T WANT TO
RESCUE TUX, BUT YOU'RE
FORGETTING, IN LESS THAN FOUR
HOURS, IT'S GONNA BE
CINCO de SALSA.
AND, ALFE, AS IT STANDS NOW, YOU
AIN'T HAVING SALSA FRIES, AND,
ROBA, GUESS THERE'S NO NEED FOR
YOUR BIG SALSA HAT.
>> Roba: NO, I WANT TO WEAR
THAT!
>> Alfe: YEAH.
YOU LOOK GOOD IN THAT HAT,
AND I WANT SALSA.
LET'S SOLVE THIS PROBLEM!
>> Roba: OKAY, ACCORDING TO MY
ROBA-RADAR, THIS IS THE RIGHT
VENT.
>> Horace: ALL RIGHT, HURRY UP!
LET'S GET IN THERE!
I SEE A LIGHT.
I THINK IT'S BADCAT'S SECRET
LAIR.
>> Roba: OH, MY CHOMP!
IT'S THE DELUXE VERSION OF
CHOMPIN' CATS!
IT'S ABOUT TO CHOMP TUX'S HEAD
RIGHT OFF!
>> MEOW! MEOW!
I LOVE THIS GAME!
>> CHOMP!
>> SOON YOU'RE GONNA BE CAT
FOOD, SEE, AND I'LL SELL THE
SALSA BACK TO THE TOWN, BECOMING
A ZILLIONAIRE.
[ Laughing ] MEOW, MEOW, MEOW,
MEOW!
>> Alfe: OH, WAIT! THE SALSA!
THERE IT IS! LET ME GO SAVE IT!
>> Horace: NO.
THIS IS THE PLAN -- WE'LL SNEAK
TO THE BACK OF THE GAME AND
UNTIE TUX.
THEN I'M SURE HE'LL DO THE REST.
[ WHOOSH! ]
TUX, WE'RE HERE TO HELP YOU.
WE FIGURED OUT YOU WERE TESTING
US.
WE'RE HERE TO --
>> OH, MY. WHAT'S THAT SMELL?
IS THAT ROBA?
>> Roba: HEY, WHAT?!
>> Horace: ROBA, shh!
>> Alfe: [ MUNCHING ]
[ RETCHES ]
UH, GUYS, I THINK I'M ABOUT
TO...
[ GAGS ]
...FUR BALL!
>> MEOW, MEOW, MEOW, MEOW, MEOW!
>> Horace: ALFE, shh!
I THINK BADCAT JUST HEARD US!
>> WHAT'S THIS?
OH, I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU BOYS TO
PLAY THE GAMES DOWNSTAIRS.
BUT NOW THAT YOU'RE UP HERE, YOU
CAN PLAY THIS GAME WITH YOUR
FRIEND TUX, SEE?
>> Horace: OH, NO!
WHOA! WHOA!
>> [ Laughing ] MEOW, MEOW,
MEOW, MEOW, MEOW, MEOW, MEOW!
[ LAUGHS ]
CHOMPIN' CATS!
>> CHOMP!
>> Horace: TUX!
TELL ME THIS IS PART OF YOUR
MASTER PLAN!
>> OH, BUT IT IS.
>> Roba: GREAT -- WHOA!
THEN SAVE US!
>> NO, NO. THAT'S YOUR JOB.
REMEMBER -- TEAMWORK!
>> [ MUNCHING ]
>> Roba: UGH! REALLY, ALFE?
YOU'RE STILL GONNA GO AND DO
THAT?!
>> Alfe: NO, ROBA.
HEY, EVERYBODY, I KNOW HOW TO
SAVE US.
>> Horace: TEAMWORK?!
>> Alfe: NO, MAN!
[ MUNCHING ]
UGH!
[ SQUISH! SQUIRT! SQUISH! ]
>> Roba: WOW! WE DID IT!
>> Horace: WAIT! BADCAT!
HE'S GETTING AWAY!
>> ALFE, GIVE ME THE SLEEP RAY.
FREEZE, BADCAT!
>> MEOW-MEOW!
[ WHOOSH! ZAP! ]
I'M BADCAT! MEOW!
>> Horace: DID YOU JUST MEAN TO
MISS HIM AND LET HIM GET AWAY?
>> NO, THAT WAS THE ONE PART OF
MY PLAN THAT DIDN'T WORK.
ALFE, WHEN YOU HAND SOMEONE A
SLEEP RAY, IT'S ALWAYS HANDLE
FIRST.
>> Alfe: SO-WEE!
>> AND, ROBA...
>> Roba: I KNOW -- EVERYTHING I
DO IS BAD.
>> NO.
I WAS GOING TO SAY IT SEEMS YOUR
ROBA-RADAR WORKED BRILLIANTLY.
>> Horace: WELL, TUX, WORKING ON
THIS CASE WITH YOU IS THE
HIGHLIGHT OF OUR CAREERS.
THANKS.
>> GOOD WORK.
AND AS A REWARD FOR YOUR
SERVICE, YOU MAY COME TO MY
PRIVATE V.I.D. SALSA PARTY.
>> Alfe: AWESOME!
>> Horace: WOW, REALLY?
>> Roba: I'M A REAL V.I.D.!
>> YES, YES.
AND, HERE, TAKE THESE.
YOU'LL NEED THEM.
>> Roba: TOOTHBRUSHES?
OH, YEAH!
THESE GOT TO HAVE LASERS IN 'EM,
RIGHT?
>> Alfe: YEAH, WHAT DO YOU WANT
ME TO KILL WITH IT?
>> GERMS.
I'VE RENTED 40 TEMPORARY TOILETS
FOR THE SALSA PARTY.
YOUR JOB IS TO CLEAN THEM.
REMEMBER -- TEAMWORK!
[ WHOOSH! ]
>> Roba: WHY DOES HE HURT MY
EMOTIONS?
>> Alfe: DON'T WORRY, ROBA.
I THINK I GAVE HIM FLEAS.
>> Roba: NICE!
>> Alfe: AND FUR BALLS.
[ RETCHES ]
>> ANOTHER EXCITING CASE SOLVED
BY THE PROBLEM SOLVERS!