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(THEME MUSIC)

Ha! (LAUGHS)

(SCREAMS)

(BELL TOLLS)

(SNORING)

(YAWNS) Good luck for tomorrow's race, guys. Goodnight.

Goodnight, Flash. Goodnight, Flash.

Goodnight, Flash.

(YAWNS)

Look, I found a way to pass the time

until the race tomorrow morning.

I know of an even more efficient pastime.

Sleep.

Can't sleep. Too much adrenaline.

I'm going to see Flash tomorrow!

Mmm.

Please make it Flash. Please make it Flash. Please make it Flash.

Cool. I got Flash!

(YAWNS)

Whoa. That's Flash. His master and his coach.

But Flash doesn't need a coach because he's the best.

Leh! And that's Jackson.

Pfft! That show-off has no chance of winning.

(GROANS)

Tomorrow, Flash will try to beat the world record of victory.

Oh, I can't wait.

What time is it now? Bro?

McFlair said he would introduce us to Flash before his practice workout

tomorrow morning, which is in 12 hours and 50 minutes.

There is no way we'll be late, even if we sleep.

Pfff... OK.

(GASPS) A client! Quick - to the office.

This is no time to sleep.

But you just said...

Ohh.

Miss Clever, Mr Bro.

Mr Police Officer.

What happened to Flash? Huh?

What? What are you talking about, Clever?

He hasn't even opened his mouth.

It's very simple.

McFlair is in charge of Flash's security this evening,

and since he sent one of his men to us in the middle of the night,

I deduce that something has happened.

Flash disappeared.

Disappeared?

How? He's only this big.

Surely in a perfectly mysterious fashion.

As McFlair is asking for our assistance,

it's because the humans have not yet realised

that Flash has gone missing.

Yet, he told me that a policeman from the Yard

was watching the only entrance to the kennel,

which makes this case highly interesting.

Interesting? Don't you mean worrying or horribly serious?

In that case, if you would be so kind as to come with me

to the Wimbledon kennel.

Come on, we're wasting time.

What? You never know.

If you do find him, I could get an autograph. (LAUGHS)

Mm. Oh, Clever. At last.

Sorry to drag you out of bed, but it's an emergency.

No problem, Mac. Duty first.

So tell us, is Flash a nice guy?

Oh, is he as big as he looks in his photo?

Tell us what happened, Detective.

While I was doing my rounds, I decided to pay a visit

inside the champion's kennel

and realised that Flash was no longer in his pen.

Whereas he never left it, because the gate is still locked.

I tried to warn the human guard, but since no one entered the kennel

and everything is under lock and key, he refused to listen.

We've been searching everywhere for over an hour

and still no trace of him.

Mm-hm-hm.

First off, we need to search the kennel.

There must be an exit somewhere.

Wow. Look at all the prizes!

The floor is solid.

Let's check the wall.

No sign of a secret passage.

Hmm. Therefore, I see only one explanation.

Let's go outside.

I need to check something.

Oh, come on.

Hm.

Maybe she didn't get enough sleep.

She's usually more efficient.

I got it!

Boy. Sure took you long enough.

So, where's Flash?

It's very simple.

When I...

(CLATTERING) Huh?

Come on.

Huh?

Shh!

(GASPS)

Whoa, Clever. How'd you do that?

By the bumps of Nessie.

Flash? But how?

It wasn't... Uh...

(LAUGHS)

Hmm.

Hm!

Clever, try to wake him up.

I need to question him at once.

I don't want to bother you,

but since Mac said we could wake you up...

I'm a huge fan.

Would it be possible to...

They put him to sleep with a sleeping pill.

He won't be awake any time soon.

Mm. He's wet.

Hm.

I'll question him the second he wakes up.

You two should go home now.

But, Mac, you don't fit through the bars.

It would be better if I stayed with him until he wakes up.

Don't worry. Come on. Time to go.

We saw everything we needed to see here.

This investigation is far from over.

We must discover why someone made Flash run in secret tonight.

Run?

He was sweating and his heartbeat was still high.

Maybe his trainer was afraid he hadn't trained enough.

That's dumb, though, because Flash doesn't need to train.

And above all, his trainer has no need to whisk him off

through a secret passage when he wants to train him.

You said there was no secret passage.

In the wall, no.

In the floor either.

But that leaves the ceiling.

When I counted the rows of bricks in the wall, I noticed

that there were less on the inside than on the outside.

That means there must be an empty space

above the ceiling in the kennel.

Someone entered Flash's pen through the false ceiling

and took him to run and hide him.

But why would anyone do that?

I'm not sure yet. But I have an idea. Follow me.

The double ceiling in the kennel

is no doubt connected to an underground network.

All we need to do is find the entrance.

But it could be anywhere.

Secret passages like this were built long ago.

This shed dates back to the same period as the kennel.

I think it's worth a try to start here.

And you think our office is a mess?

A secret passage must be easily accessible.

And this wall seems to be the perfect spot to me.

It seemed real. Stony and everything.

This wall was cleared of all the objects cluttering it.

And look at these grooves on the floor.

They indicate that the wall rotates on a vertical axis.

And those minuscule traces of earth on the brick up there at human level

show us where the opening mechanism is located.

(GRUNTS)

(BOING!) Oh!

There is no way to climb up.

The stones are too smooth.

We'll make do with the means at hand.

(BLOWER WHIRRS) Whoa!

Whoa.

The thief's footprints head in the direction of the kennel,

then come back the opposite way and go further down the corridor.

Huh? What was that?

It must be the thief's lair.

Let's go.

And there is our culprit -

the gardener.

And the dog. It's Jackson!

That gardener reminds me of someone.

(GASPS)

Clever! Look, it's him.

Flash's coach.

I heard on TV that he was fired by Flash's owner.

Hmm.

Look, he stuck something on his neck.

(BLEEPING)

Oh, look, he's running just like Flash.

Looks like the gardener can control the dog speed and racing style

with his phone.

(LAUGHS)

That's it. That's it. I did it!

(BARKS)

(LAUGHS)

An electronic chip.

Unbelievable.

The chip contains Flash's racing technique.

With that, any old dog could win the race and make its owner rich.

If the gardener walks out of here with that chip,

Flash could lose the race.

I suspect Flash will have a hidden electronic chip as well.

To make him run like that loser Jackson,

and stop him from breaking the world record.

That's cheating!

Here's my idea.

We recover the chip and phone and hand them over to McFlair,

and Scotland Yard can take care of the gardener.

And I'll go and remove the chip from Flash,

and he'll give me an autograph.

Great plan.

But how do we all do that?

Hmm.

I think I have an idea.

(BOTH GRUNT)

Ready? Let's knock him out.

What on...

Whoa! (BOTH YELL)

Artemis, what are you up to?

I've fed you already.

Go on, now.

Look, it has a chip too.

(LAUGHS)

It will soon be my hour of vengeance, McCallister.

You never should have sacked me

when it was me who made a champion out of Flash.

Come on, Jackson.

We need to get you ready for tomorrow's race.

(BARKS)

Huh?

Hmm.

(SNIFFS)

(SNIFFS)

I bet Artemis's chip gives her special powers, too.

Yeah, right.

As if a mouse is gonna stop us.

Ha!

(TWITTERING)

(GASPS)

I'm not a mouse. I'm a shrew.

Arggh!

What?

Ouch.

Don't touch my brother.

Ya!

Arggh!

You listen to me, house pets.

I don't know what you're up to here, but I won't let you harm my master.

Who? The gardener.

But he's a cheater.

He's a great scientist.

A genius.

He test his chip system out on me.

On this one, he recorded the data of a chimpanzee's movements.

It has made me invincible.

And since the two of you seem to want to make trouble for him,

I'd rather not take any risks.

I'm throwing you in the dungeon.

Bleugh! A dungeon's like a trash bin, right?

Hey! What are you doing?

Aren't we having a bad enough night as it is?

Clever, what's the deal?!

ARGGH!

Nice try. But totally desperate and cheap.

Nighty-night, snoopers.

(CHEERING)

(SNORING)

Oh, wha... Flash! Help her!

Awake at last?

It's already day time.

We have no time to lose.

For what?

We're going to stay at the bottom of this pit

until the end of time, Clever.

No-one knows we're here.

Don't talk so fast, little bro.

We can manage on our own.

Well, actually, with a bit of help.

Is that super mouse's chip?

You never dreamed of becoming Monkey Bro?

I was so hoping you'd say that.

Yeah!

Hi. Clever, look!

Yah! Whoo-hoo!

Very impressive, Bro. But this isn't the moment to play.

We have a greyhound race to save.

Oh, yeah, the race.

Hang on. We're gonna rock.

You again?

Ha!

You looking for this?

Huh!

(WHINES)

Narggh!

Yeah. Without your chip, you're a drip.

Come on, Bro. We've no time to waste.

COMMENTATOR: If Flash the favourite wins today,

he will beat the current world record of number of victories

and go down in history as the greatest racing champ ever.

(APPLAUSE)

(BELL RINGS)

The dogs are in place and they're off.

Flash, with his aerodynamic style, is in the lead.

Look how his movements are perfectly aligned.

What elegance. What ease.

Ah, I get the impression another dog wants to stand out today as well.

This is incredible.

Does everybody see what I am seeing?

Jackson, the outsider, wearing number 5,

is now only several yards from Flash.

He's running like a champ.

(BLEEPING)

My legs.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Now's not the time to give up on me. (GRUNTS)

Unbelievable!

Jackson is overtaking Flash.

Hey, Flash.

Having a hard time today?

(LAUGHS)

Yes.

(CHEERING)

Over there. It's the gardener with his phone.

We have to stop him.

And how would we do that without being spotted?

I have an idea.

Are you ready to save Flash's world record?

Hmm.

Oh?

Hey there! Stop!

Whoo-hoo!

Yee-ha!

Cheater!

Yah!

Zango!

What on...?

What are you two up to this time?

It's very complicated, but I promise to explain everything in two minutes.

Quick.

We have to save Flash.

Huh? No! I can't lose.

COMMENTATOR: What's going on?

Jackson seems to be losing his speed in the last turn.

(BLEEP)

Unbelievable!

Flash is coming back!

What an amazing photo finish!

Flash takes him in the last 10 feet.

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh.

What happened?

Where did that phone come from?

Flash was kidnapped last night by his former trainer,

who wanted to rig the race.

And make that show-off Jackson win, when he's actually a real loser.

But what's that got to do with this phone?

He stuck electronic chips on the dogs

that affect their nervous system and modify their racing techniques.

And it's all controlled by this telephone.

I'm wearing one that gives me a monkey's moves.

(LAUGHS)

Whoo-hoo!

Hmm. It's true.

I thought there was something fishy about that old mutt Jackson

running with such elegance.

And here's our culprit, my dear McFlair.

The stadium gardener is none other than Flash's former coach.

By stealing the victory and a world record from Flash,

he hoped to take revenge on McAllister, who visibly sacked him.

Well, well. Good work, Clever.

I shall immediately hand this proof over to the head detective.

(CHEERING)

(BARKING)

Heh!

Argh!

(CHEERING)

(DING!)

(STRAINS)

(LAUGHS)

(DOOR OPENS)

Here. I patched it up.

I know how important it is for you.

Thanks, Clever.

But I actually don't think I need it anymore.

You see, Flash might be a star,

but in the end, I'm every bit as much a chimp.

He's the one who should be my fan, not the other way around.

You see, if he were here, I'd look him straight in the eye and I'd say,

"So, who's the champion?"

It's Bro. Bravo, champion. Huh?

(GASPS)

(GASPS)

I came to thank you.

I spoke with Detective McFlair after the race,

and he told me everything.

Luckily, you were there.

You're the true champion. (GIGGLES)

And a champion deserves a medal.

(GASPS)

Whoo!

How cool!

(BOING!)

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