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There are a few things that every detective needs...
sharp senses
intuition
curiosity...determination
an understanding of human nature
and the ability to put all the clues together to tell a story.
Ah ha!
**Snoring**
You stole my brownies!!
Do you mind? There's sleep going on here.
I baked those for Griffin.
I'll be sure to tell him how good they were.
Hailey! It's his birthday tomorrow. What am I supposed to give him?
Not my problem.
RUBY: Hailey Skye. LIttle sister...
Big Pain!
There are a million more mysteries in the big city
and I need to solve all of them.
They're easy to find if you know where to look.
WOMAN'S VOICE: Here kitties.
Dinner!
Case in point: Mrs. Gooje. Animal lover and neighborhood wacko.
But we all have to make sacrifices.
Why is Mrs. Gooje going without food?
RUBY: There's one more thing every detective needs...
and that's a sidekick.
You should have seen it, Griffin.
The way she was starving her stuffed animals.
RUBY: Shelocke Holmes had Watson.
And mine's going to be Griffin Lane.
He just doesn't know it yet.
I didn't even know stuffed animals could lose weight.
They look so thin.
I'm going to investigate this. I'm going to figure it out.
Where we going?
The Big Chill... for your traditional birthday ice cream.
You always make me brownies.
Well, I started that tradition and now I'm starting a new one.
It's not just the animals.
Mrs. Gooje isn't eating either.
What's up with that?
So how's the birthday sundae?
Good.
Thanks for the extra whipped cream, Gary.
By the way, how much did you win?
Win?
In the lottery. How much?
Five bucks.
How did you know I bought a ticket?
Well, it's a matter of simple observation.
You always buy your ticket on Wednesdays.
You're wearing your lucky hat and you're smiling.
Plus it's sticking out of your pocket.
GARY: She's amazing, isn't she?
Ruby?
No, Hailey!
All concerned about the environment.
I should sign the petition too.
That kid is something, isn't she?
Definitely something.
Right, Griffin?
Griffin?
See ya later, Rubes.
Thank you.
I notice some of your kitties are looking a little thin these days.
Is everything all right?
We're all cutting back a little so we have a little more to share.
To share?
With whom, Mrs. Gooje?
A prince.
A prince?
He's opening an orphanage for unwanted animals.
And where did you meet this prince?
I haven't actually met him.
He lives very far away.
In Nigeria.
Oh Mrs. Gooje!
He didn't send you any email, did he?
How did you know?
And you didn't send him any of your personal information?
Bank accounts? Credit card numbers?
Don't be silly.
I know not to send any personal information over the Internet.
I'm not stupid.
I sent him cash.
Oh Mrs. Gooje.
I think you've fallen for the Nigerian email scam.
The what?
It's sometimes called advanced fee fraud.
They befriend you over the Internet.
With a story about an important cause.
And then they steal your money.
That's ridiculous.
My prince has 30 million dollars.
Then why would he need your money?
Well, it's obvious, dear.
He has to pay off the lawyers and those *** sucking tax collectors.
Then he'll give the money back with interest.
That's what they tell you.
But I don't think there is 30 million dollars.
You think I've been robbed?
By that nice young prince?
Are you sure?
Oh! This is terrible.
I didn't even use my own money.
It was... Mr. Crufflenode's.
If we don't get the money back...
...we're going to lose our home.
Don't worry.
I'll get your money back for you.
You?
How?
I'll think of something.
I hope.
Hailey. How was your day?
I made you brownies.
The answer is no.
There wasn't a question.
There will be.
Just a small favour.
But it won't take long.
You know my price.
I'm not taking you shopping.
I hate shopping.
Okay, fine.
But just for an hour and you have to look at this email right now.
Dear Mrs. Gooje,
I humbly write you this email with tears
to seek your kind help for our fine furry friends.
She fell for this?
She didn't.
Mr. Crufflenode did.
Can you tell who sent it?
No. But I can check the header for the IP address.
Sure. Do that.
Hmm.
What?
The IP address. It's familiar.
Hang on. Let me look it up.
I knew it was familiar.
It's the Dragon's IP.
The Dragon Academy?
The email was sent from our school.
Whoever stole from Mrs. Gooje
was inside of our school.
The scammer could be someone we know!
Next time... on Ruby Skye P.I.
I'm Ruby Skye.
No big mystery.
Griffin! Wait till you hear what happened.
No way.