Original subtitles

Ha! (LAUGHS)

(BOTH YELL)

(BELL TOLLS)

(CAT MIAOWS)

Hey! The smorgasbord is open.

Hurry up, Tommy.

Yippee!

Red, wait!

I think this is the neighbourhood where the cats were snatched.

Red? Red, where are you?

It's not funny. (PINCERS CLANK)

Red? Did you hear that?

Yeah - it's your stomach shouting,

"Send down the grub!"

(CRUNCHES) Come on. Let's get out of here!

Why? Do you think there's a cat-eating monster?

(LAUGHS) Hey! Satay Chinese noodles.

Ugh! (GULPS)

What in the...?

(BOTH YELL)

TOMMY: Arggh!

(MOANS)

TOMMY: Red!

Hey! Let go of me.

Let go!

Tommy!

The monster!

(THUNDER CRASHES)

(PINCERS CLANK)

(BELL RINGS)

(PHONE BEEPS)

Hello? Ah!

Hey. How are you?

Yep. Super. Nope.

(YAWNS AND SIGHS)

Oh.

Yesterday's seeds.

Guessing from his posture and tone of voice,

room service might be slow today.

(SIGHS) Too bad.

It's leftovers for breakfast.

Oh, Bro.

Hm? Yeah? Is there some fresh seeds?

Bro, remember when we said you always kept a pile of useless stuff

lying around all over the place?

Uh...no.

Oh, yeah, you do.

You even swore you'd only keep things

that were absolutely necessary for a detective's work.

Mmm...ah, yes.

Only things that were useful for investigations.

Well, that's what I did. I sorted.

Then please tell me how you'd resolve an investigation

with this.

(LAUGHS)

And now, the guy can't move...

Ah! We got a client!

..anymore.

Uh... What? (SIGHS)

Oh. Huh! Wah!

Ah!

Hello.

I'm Tommy.

I'm here to see, uh, Cl-Clever? The detective?

It's... No, no.

You're here to see Clever AND Bro, the TWO detectives.

By the way, I'm Bro.

Uh...OK.

So here it goes.

I'm here because...

You've come to consult me

because one of your friends was cat-nabbed yesterday evening

in horrific circumstances from an alleyway near Harley Street.

Yes, that's it!

But how did you guess? It's magic!

Nah. It's actually super-simple.

Once she tells you how she gets it, you won't believe how dumb it is.

(CLEARS THROAT) What if you started

sorting through your super-useful junk

while I explain my super-simple stuff?

No, Mr Tommy. It's merely observation and deduction.

You don't have a collar, so you obviously eat street food.

And my sense of smell as well as the bits of sauce on your paw here

tell me that you were near Harley Street last night

when the restaurants take their trash out.

The Thai restaurant that serves a strong-smelling spicy sauce

is located there.

Since you're not wounded but visibly terrorised,

you were witness to a horrifying event.

Oh, my!

Basically, she's saying that you eat like a pig

and look like you've seen a ghost.

I noticed all that too, OK?

How did you know Red was cat-nabbed? It's simple.

I've seen three posters in the neighbourhood

signalling missing cats.

I merely connected the horrifying event you saw

with these unexplained disappearances.

Cat-nabbing. Hmm.

Might be best to keep the pacifier, just to be safe, don't you think?

(CLEARS THROAT) (LAUGHS)

It was a sort of giant insect, like an ant.

Shot some sticky slime onto Red then snatched him with his claw.

Then it took him away!

Oh, Clever, I'm begging you.

You have to find him.

Mr Tommy, I promise I will get to the bottom of this affair.

It's down here.

Let's take a closer look.

Ah, Clever, Bro.

I should have guessed as much.

You're here for the giant insect cat-nabbing affair?

Hello, Detective.

How could I have stayed away from such a captivating mystery?

In normal language, you'd replace 'captivating' by 'freaky'.

Mm-hm. Yes, I translated.

I've searched this alleyway through and through.

Other than this grease spot, there are no clues.

Hmm.

This is where Red was immobilised.

Yes. And this revolting spot could be of insect origin.

Hmm.

Did you notice that the spot repeats itself at regular intervals

all the way over to that knocked-over trash can?

Let's think.

Red was abducted by the ant, but the sticky goo remained on the ground.

Tommy bolted and knocked over the trash can,

which rolled over the glue.

The trash can continued rolling,

leaving this trail of greasy spots on the road.

Therefore, logically, the substance is still on it.

And there's one clue for you.

Hm? Huh!

Whoa! Cool!

Ant snot.

This proves that a giant insect was here,

but it doesn't tell us where it's hiding.

(SNEEZES)

(GROWLS)

Mm-mm. I would say just the opposite.

Oh? What do you mean? Huh? What do you mean?

This goo is not of animal origin.

Look carefully at these specks and smell this chemical perfume.

This paste is a human toy.

What?!

You mean this giant ant is a toy?

A robot?

Exactly. Look at these perfectly regular traces.

Our ant uses plastic suction cups to move around.

BOTH: Uh...

Ooh, does that mean we need to search every toy store in town?

Cool! Yes!

We know that all the cat-nabbing took place in the Marylebone district.

If I remember correctly,

and I always do,

there are four toy stores

in the neighbourhood,

but only one is at the centre

of all the cat-nabbings.

And it's Penton's toy store.

Let's go pay a visit to the shop.

Ah! For once, we get to mix work and pleasure.

Here we are. Penton's toy shop.

Whoa!

I've already spotted

a bunch of super-neat investigation accessories.

(LAUGHS)

First off, how do we get inside?

Hm. Through here.

And I'm supposed to turn into an envelope

and slip under the door, perhaps?

Look at this poster.

The shop's cat was nabbed too.

There must be a cat flap. Eugh!

Me? Use a cat flap?

Never. Huh, uh!

Hey! Wait.

Whoa! How cool!

Clever, we need to set up headquarters here.

Bro, focus!

(MUTTERS ANGRILY)

A cat flap!

Hm. Nothing.

Nothing? Are you kidding?

It has everything!

OK, other than these shelves, which are totally empty.

Hmm.

That ceiling panel is not properly in place.

Bingo! Suction cup marks.

The creature's lair must be in the drop ceiling.

Hmm.

No, no.

Ugh!

I have a much bigger frame than a cat.

Blimey! Oh!

Ahh!

BRO: Whoa!

Whoa! I have the same taste as the ant.

Come and have a look, Bro.

Exactly what I thought.

(GASPS)

(BOTH SCREAM) I was right!

It's not an ant. It's a mechanical construction!

Yeah, great! What's your plan?!

Clever!

Whoa!

Wah!

Huh?

Bro! Get out of here!

Don't worry. I got this.

(YELLS)

My plan worked. It's going to fall!

We're gonna fall too.

Was that part of your plan?

(BOTH YELL)

(BOTH SCREAM)

Clever, Bro!

I'm coming!

(GROANS)

Police! Turn yourself in!

Clever? Bro? Where are you?

Over here, Mac.

Well, Detective, I deduce that you do fit through a cat flap after all.

Oh. Very funny.

Mac, help me take all these toys to the office.

They're very important proof.

(SIGHS)

I knew it was a robot.

I'll be able to inform the Cat Council.

The Cat Council?!

Huh? (LAUGHS) McFLARE: Indeed.

All of the city's important cats are meeting tonight

at the music pavilion in the palace gardens.

I'll give them a report.

And you two, hurry on back to the pet shop.

The robot could come back.

No problem, Mac. I'll grab lots of stuff to defend ourselves.

Ohh...

Oh!

(MUTTERS)

Here we go. Now, that's useful material for investigation.

Hm?

(GASPS) Bro!

Wait! This toy is super-useful.

Look.

This is a model of the Buckingham pavilion,

where the cats are going to meet tonight.

BRO: Oh, so it's the bad guy who built that?

But why? To test the system!

He's booby-trapped the Queen's pavilion.

That's why there are so many empty boxes!

He's going to imprison the most important cats in town

all in one go, snap.

(GASPS) Oh, no! Bro.

We have to get to Buckingham right away to prevent this.

OK. Just let me choose an awesome ride.

What do you have against this camping car? It's perfectly fine.

You didn't give me time to look!

We were in a hurry.

Hey! Watch out!

Huh? What?

Try to keep a low profile.

Hang on. I'll throw it into secret mode.

Ah, shucks. This model doesn't have one.

You might criticise it, but you sure took advantage of the trunk size.

I have a hard time believing that all this junk

is useful for our investigations.

I promise, I selected only the ultra-necessary.

You know me.

CLEVER: Ah! At last. Buckingham Palace.

(TYRES SCREECH)

Bingo!

We must warn the Queen.

Uh, look who's here.

CLEVER: Oh, go, go, go, go, go!

I mean, back up!

(TYRES SCREECH)

(TYRES SCREECH)

No! My junk!

I mean, my super-necessary detective accessories!

It's firing at us!

Left.

(TYRES SCREECH) Right!

(TYRES SCREECH)

Left. Wah!

(LAUGHS)

You should see your hair.

Bro, this isn't the moment. Watch out!

(TYRES SCREECH)

Uh, ah, uh!

Ah!

They're coming!

CLEVER: Hey! BRO: Hey! Cats!

BOTH: It's a trap!

Cats, be careful!

My friends, thank you for coming tonight.

It was to bring certain facts of capital importance

to your awareness.

(BEEPING) Oh! What?

Ah! CATS: Hey!

Hey! CATS: What's going on?!

Huh? CAT: What's going on?

BOTH: Oh, no!

This time, it's too late.

At least you come out of this with the perfect haircut. (LAUGHS)

You can change professions and become...

Huh? ..a rock star. (LAUGHS)

Hmm.

I think I'll remain a detective.

I have a plan.

Hyah!

Huh! Huh!

Whoo-hoo!

We'll use your junk to build a fountain candle-propelled aircraft.

Whoa! Super-cool!

Can you help me build it?

No problem.

Uh...only, that means my junk is useful for investigations, right?

And that I can bring as much as I want back to the office?

Bro, this isn't the moment.

OK, fine, but hurry up!

Yes!

Whoa!

Oh!

Where are we going?

The Port of London.

Another deduction?

I had time to gather a few clues off the ant robot.

It might not be too late.

There!

We're here. You can stop now.

Bro? Ah!

We'll brake in these boxes.

Oh! Ah!

Everything went fine after all.

(LAUGHS) (CLEVER SIGHS)

CLEVER: Look.

The ant wants to load the cats onto a cargo ship

and send them to the other side of the world.

Oh, what do we do? That ant is invincible.

It necessarily has a weak spot.

Bingo!

Oh, oh! Show me.

All I can see are strong points.

Like any machine, it has an energy supply source.

You see that red wire behind its back?

It's connected to its batteries. Yes!

All we have to do is unplug it

and the ant won't be able to move anymore.

But how do we do that without it seeing us?

You'll quietly drop me off on its back with that.

BRO: Whoa!

Cool!

I am the chief of police! I order you to set us free!

(ALL YELL)

(CLICK)

Huh!

Come on! Tear its guts out!

(STRAINS)

Ah! Ugh!

Huh?

Ugh! Ah! Ugh!

Ah!

Ugh, ugh, ugh!

Whoa!

Ah!

Oh, no! Hang on, Clever! I'm coming!

Ah!

(BUZZING)

Huh!

(BUZZING)

Go on, Clever!

Hyuh!

Your turn now, Bro!

(BUZZING)

Well done, Bro.

Yeah! This hook is super!

Maybe just a tad bulky.

(LAUGHS) When I tell Tommy about this, he won't sleep for three days.

But how on earth did you find us?

It's very simple, Detective.

After you left the toy store,

I understood the true reason for the attacks

thanks to a model of the Buckingham Gardens music pavilion.

The guilty party wanted to capture a maximum number of cats in one go,

but to take them where?

Several clues allowed me to understand

that the ant wanted to send them far from the city.

It had to be from a port, a train station or an airport.

When I got near the ant,

I noticed a piece of algae stuck to its body.

And so I understood, the cats were at the Port of London.

But why would anyone want to get rid of the cats in a city?

For vengeance.

Meet Vroom.

What? You know my name?

I saw it on your old collar,

the one you took off like an emancipated animal,

but you kept it to remind you why you hated cats so much.

Oh. And why is that?

CLEVER: May I?

Vroom lived happily in a family that had a cat too.

But the jealous cat decided to get rid of the hamster.

Left to his own devices, the hamster sought refuge in a toy shop

and decided to use the toys to avenge himself.

Your master must have been a fan of those DIY robot kits.

But why an ant?

Ants transport loads way bigger than themselves.

They're strong despite their small size.

So I thought that if I built a giant ant, I would be invincible!

(LAUGHS)

You should have gone to the police instead of seeking vengeance.

All of these cats here are innocent.

And the guilty party now is YOU, Mr Vroom.

Another mystery solved.

Thanks to my super gadgets.

QUEEN: I congratulate you both.

Thanks to you, the cats of London now have peace of mind.

And without your exceptional talent,

I would no longer be in London as we now speak.

Happy to be of service. Have a safe trip back, Your Majesty.

CLEVER: Your Majesty.

Hermes.

Ah. I almost forgot, Bro.

Your request regarding Vroom's stock was granted.

Wait. What request? What does he mean by Vroom's stock?

Clever, you promised me. (BEEPING)

Huh?

Whoo-hoo!

Yes! Bro!

Come on!

Industrial-made ant snot is super-useful.

You did prove it yourself. (LAUGHS) (CLEVER LAUGHS)

Captions by Red Bee Media

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