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Ha!

Oh, Jellybean!

This isn't the moment. (PURRS)

I'm reading the music for tonight's concerto.

You'll get your milk when I'm done.

Meow.

(GRUNTS)

Hmm?

(GIGGLES)

What's wrong with him?

Kitty! (GIGGLES)

Kitty.

Oh! His precious violin!

He's gone completely bonkers.

I have to stop him from damaging it.

Mean kitty.

Mean kitty. Mean.

Rowr!

(SHRIEKS)

(SHRIEKS)

(WOMAN CHUCKLES)

(YAWNS)

(GASPS) Creepy.

Clever! Clever! Huh?

I had a super-realistic dream!

A dream of...of prediction.

A premonitory dream? What makes you say that?

It was at night,

we were investigating in a dark, spooky house.

Our client was a cat who wore a blue collar with a white pattern.

That's not a futuristic vision, that's your imagination.

It's called a dream.

Hang on, that's not all.

At the end of a hallway, there was a little door

and we were attacked by...

..a vampire.

Vampires don't exist, Bro.

They're mythological creatures inspired by bats.

But it was true!

I'm sure it's gonna happen!

No form of clairvoyance has ever been scientifically proven.

We've nothing to fear.

Hmm? Just out of curiosity, how do you fight a vampire?

Well, according to totally far-fetched novels,

they fear garlic and light.

Hmm? Oh!

Speaking of light, we have a client.

An investigation!

Just like in my dream.

It's our line of work, Bro.

Bro, if you keep our client waiting, I can predict your immediate future.

You're going to get a good scolding.

Ta da!

Heehee.

(GIGGLES)

It's sunlight they're afraid of, not flashlight.

Go ahead and laugh.

But I'll be ready when we run into a vampire.

Oh, come on.

Oh! Argh!

Huh? (MURMURS)

Good morning.

Hello. My name is Jelly...

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Uh... (CHUCKLES) ..hello.

Hey, Clever! The collar!

It's blue with little white music notes!

The prediction is coming true!

Uh, is that a problem?

Please excuse my brother. He had an eccentric dream.

Difficult wake-up this morning.

Very well, then. Your name is Jellybean.

And your master, a professional violinist,

is having rather...strange troubles.

That's incredible! How did you know that?

Are you a fortune teller?

No, the fortune teller is Bro.

I merely observe, memorise and deduce.

I predicted the cat with the blue collar and white patterns.

You can't deny it. I have a gift!

And I have a rational explanation.

Last week, a man carrying a violin case came by the pet shop.

He bought a blue collar with white patterns.

He told Brian it was for his cat

and Brian offered to engrave the medallion for free.

Brian asked him the cat's name.

Jellybean.

I memorised all these elements, thus my deduction.

As for Bro, without realising it,

he recorded the image of this colour in his mind

and his subconscious staged his dream.

It's just a coincidence if Ms Jellybean consulted us

right after your dream.

Fluh! Coincidence, my eye.

When we see the vampire,

you'll be forced to admit I predicted the future.

Ms Jellybean, please, tell us about these strange events.

My master suddenly became completely loony.

He thought he was a baby.

Hmm. Strange indeed. Carry on.

When he became aggressive with me, I ran off to warn the police.

Approximately one hour later, I came back with Detective McFlare,

but my master looked perfectly normal again.

According to the detective,

it was a fit of madness due to mental exhaustion.

In short, nothing to worry about.

Then he went out to have his violin repaired.

Hmm. He was healed after only one hour.

So, McFlare did not deem it necessary to open an investigation.

No.

And yet, there was one odd detail.

Right before his personality switch,

I noticed a small box with a light, out on the balcony.

But when I came back, the box was gone.

According to the detective, it was probably a glow worm.

Hm. A camera?

Yes, I'm sure of it!

But why film that?

And how could anyone predict

he would go crazy at that precise moment?

I have a theory!

The culprit has the same gift as me.

(DRAMATICALLY) Premonition.

It's clues that will answer these questions.

Let's go investigate your home while your master is out.

Just to be safe,

is there a long, dark hallway with vampires at your place?

Here we are.

Someone walked on the silica crystals from the cat litter.

Surely my master?

Certainly not. Look!

There are two distinct footprints.

A woman came in here after you left.

A woman, or else a vampire in high heels.

Hmm...

What was he doing right before his behaviour changed?

He was working

and drinking tea.

And how many sips did he take?

Um, only one.

Afterwards he spilled it right there. Why?

This suggests it was the tea that set off his fit of madness.

Could anyone have come near his cup right before he drank?

No, I'm sure of that.

Hmm.

He didn't have any milk?

Yes, he did. Like always.

He poured himself a nice drop of milk.

And yet this bottle is full.

But I'm sure he had some.

Hmm. In that case, maybe a product that turns you into a baby

was put into a fake milk bottle

and swapped with the milkman's right after he left.

Your master has been contaminated and turned into a baby.

Then the culprit came in here

to replace the infected bottle with this one,

which is full of normal milk, and recover the camera.

Hmm.

Does your master have any green-coloured candies?

Uh, no.

Hm.

In that case, this might explain...

You have a lead?

It's as if your master had been used as a subject for an experiment.

Someone filmed his reaction after he swallowed a product.

But why?

I have a little idea.

But first I must verify a theory.

Bro, flashlight.

Argh! What on earth is that?

It's my anti-vampire gear!

Garlic!

Those are shallots.

Well, judging by the smell, I bet they work just the same.

A low-angle light should reveal

the crystals of the crushed litter dust.

Bingo! These are the culprit's footprints.

Let's follow them.

This way!

The trail clearly leads to a neighbouring house.

Here's a possible explanation -

the mysterious culprit picked a neighbour

as a subject for their experiment.

Whoa.

If there is no vampire in there, it'll be our lucky day.

All the windows are shut.

The house is surely empty, but let's be cautious anyhow.

Oh, you're not going to go in there?

Yes, we are.

And you, Ms Jellybean,

are in charge of sounding the alarm if anyone comes.

You don't want to revise your judgement about my gift?

A hallway, just like in my dream.

Ugh! There are thousands of hallways in London.

Shh!

Hmm.

Hm?

Hmm.

Uh...

Oh!

Clever, I think I saw a vampire over there.

Bro, could you please concentrate on the investigation?

Oh!

I think I found a clue!

(SHRIEKS) Argh!

Huh?

(SHRIEKS) Whoa!

It's the vampire!

(SHRIEKS) Arghhhh!

Oh! Bro!

Hey, let go of me, Dracula!

Arrrrgh!

(SHRIEKS)

You shouldn't have come here.

Now I can't let you walk free.

Mm?

Hahaha!

I've got you!

She has a sixth sense.

It's called echolocation.

Bats have a natural sonar that guides them.

(SHRIEKS)

Quick! The mailbox!

Coming! I'm chasing the vampire!

Ha! Run!

Ms Clever?

Bro?

(SHRIEKS)

Hey, did you see that?! I have a gift!

I saw everything beforehand!

The necklace, the hallway and the vampire!

It wasn't a vampire, it was a bat!

It's just a coincidence!

We cannot stay here. We need to warn McFlare.

We're going to need him for the rest of this investigation.

Hehe. It looks like the morning's events wore him out.

No, he's trying to dream of what's going to happen to us tonight.

Hmm, dream what's going...? But that's impossible.

Well, one thing's for sure.

With the racket you guys are making, it's not easy to work.

So, according to you, the neighbour poisoned Mr Purcell,

then came back to give him an antidote

to make him normal again.

It was an experiment to test her product.

Since it worked, she's now going to use it on a larger scale.

We need to investigate her basement laboratory.

What do you hope to find there?

The genesis of Project Hippocampus.

Hippocampus? What's that?

The hippocampus is the part of the brain that controls the memory.

It has the exact same shape as a seahorse.

What does memory have to do with turning into a baby?

The product affects the brain's hippocampus

by blocking anything learned since childhood.

The result being that the victim behaves like an infant.

(SNORES)

And how will we combat your bat?

Bats use a sonar system called echolocation to find their way.

We need to generate parasite waves that will destabilise it.

Hmm. Well, er...

Detective Peacock has a radar speed gun in his desk drawer.

Will that do the job?

The electromagnetic radiation from the speed gun

should be enough to confuse the bat and allow us to get it under control.

Huh? (YELPS)

I...I had a dream!

We were on a boat.

We need to pay super close attention to reefs.

There!

So, ship's boy, no reefs in sight.

The night's not over, Mac. Anything could happen.

But I planned ahead.

In the meantime, let's go visit the hold.

Egad!

Hmmm.

Sweet dreams.

(SNORES)

Hmm.

I think I found our famous product.

Was there any of this stuff on your boat?

I'll have a good laugh when you slam into a reef.

Hmm?

Ah! There we are.

(SNIFFS) (DOOR OPENS)

My dear Anastasia,

in a few hours the people who buried my Project Hippocampus

will come begging on their knees for this antidote.

(CHUCKLES EVILLY)

This time, they will be obliged to admit

that my research is worthy of interest.

Phew!

(RING DEFLATES)

(SHRIEKS)

Oops.

(SHRIEKS)

Have a nice journey back to childhood. Hahaha!

She knocked the product over!

(COOS LIKE A BABY)

There we go. Vitamin-enriched milk. (CHUCKLES EVILLY)

(BARKS PLAYFULLY)

Goo-goo ga-ga.

Argh!

Stop it! Boo-boo my eye! (BLOWS RASPBERRY)

Goo-goo ga-ga.

Me hungry.

Oh!

(SQUEALS)

Ooh! Candy!

No! My candy!

No, I found it.

Huh?

(COOS) Incredible.

I remember absolutely nothing

from the moment Anastasia showered us and now.

Hmm. Mmmm.

I guess I managed to take the antidote.

Oh, and here's the proof.

Just like Mr Purcell, I ate my antidote drooling like a baby.

You ate my candy. You're mean.

Oh, yes, that's right. You have the mind of a puppy.

And you steal my candy.

I'll give you another candy.

Bingo!

Candy! Candy! Candy!

Are we on a boat?

Clever, what happened?

She left with a large quantity of her product.

She's going to affect any number of people tonight.

But who?

(SNORING) Huh?

(SNORES) Hmm.

She must have given him a sedative. I wonder who it is.

Oh! Look at the embroidered coat of arms on his pants pocket.

He is the official Buckingham milkman.

She took his jacket!

She wants to deliver the milk that makes you ga-ga to the palace?!

Hurry, boy. We must catch that milk truck.

(ANASTASIA SHRIEKS)

Patience, Anastasia.

We mustn't be early or else we'll arouse suspicion.

(SHRIEKS)

Why does she want to infantilise everyone at the palace?

I understood when I saw a photo in her lab

where we see her with Lord Prompton.

Prompton. Isn't he the guy who miraculously won a marathon

at age 74?

Only he lost his mind shortly thereafter.

He thought he was a horse.

She was a scientist who worked for the government

on Project Hippocampus, whose goal was rejuvenation.

But the experiment went badly and the government stopped her works.

And so, she wants revenge.

She wants to prove that her new product could be a fearsome arm

and use blackmail to restart her project.

The antidote in exchange for her research.

Come now, Anastasia.

Royal milkmen aren't supposed to bring their pet bats to work.

There she is!

Huh? Them again?

Is this possible?

(SHRIEKS)

Warning! Vampire attack!

Fire!

(YELPS)

Touche! And one down.

We must destroy all the bottles before she reaches the palace.

(SHRIEKS)

Watch out! She's back!

(RADAR ZAPS)

Come on, Mac, hurry up!

Want to take my place? (RADAR ZAPS)

Careful! She's going to pick us up!

Whoa! Argh!

(EXCLAIMS) Oh! I know!

Bro, help me undo the strap.

On my signal.

Now!

Argh! Argh!

Quick! We have no time to lose.

Help me push these crates onto the road.

It's no use. We'll soon be at the palace.

We need to find a quicker way.

Ah! I know!

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

No!

Vroom, vroom! (GIGGLES LIKE A BABY)

Whoa! Argh!

Argh! Hold on tight!

Brmmm, brmmm, brmmm!

ANASTASIA: The antidote. Hurry!

Argh! Oof!

(CRASH!)

By my chequered vest!

Oh, no! Broken, brmm-brmm broken.

The antidote! Where's the antidote?

No!

Nooo!

It's all over, Anastasia.

Your mistress can't even say her name any more.

Brmmmm! You're all alone now.

Hand yourself in. Nothing's over, Detective.

I need no one to continue the battle.

You haven't heard the last of me! (LAUGHS EVILLY)

Anastasia might very well be tempted to carry on with her mistress's work.

Hmm. You're right.

I'll hurry up and put human investigators on the lab trail.

Take care of yourselves, rodents.

(CREAK!)

(CRASH!) Argh!

(PANTS)

(GASPS)

I was right about a reef!

I told you to be careful, Mac.

I have a gift!

(CHANTS) I have a gift!

I have a gift! It's a coincidence, right?

I have to admit,

I'm starting to wonder if he doesn't REALLY have a gift.

(LAUGHS) (SIRENS BLARE)

Superpower!

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