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(THEME MUSIC)

Ha! (LAUGHS)

(SCREAMS)

(BELL TOLLS)

I don't like eating during the full moon.

They say it brings bad luck.

My dear Tommy, bad luck is not eating dinner at all.

What do we have here?

Hey, some sparkling orange juice.

(LAUGHS) With your sluggish nature,

it couldn't hurt.

I prefer leftover sauteed Chinese noodles.

Yummy. It's so good.

Huh? Red. What's that?

You're not finishing your noodles?

(SCREAMING) Huh?

(WHIMPERS)

It looks like a...vampire!

Eh, it's just a stupid bat.

Those animals are afraid of cats.

Watch this.

Go on. Shoo.

Find yourself another diner.

Hey.

Huh? Hey, watch out.

Ow!

(GROWLS)

(SHRIEKING)

Go on, Tommy. Teach it a lesson.

It...it...

Bit ya? Ha.

But doesn't mean you're going to turn into a vampire.

(SPLUTTERS)

(GRUNTS AND GROANS)

Come on, Tommy.

Knock it off.

It's not funny.

Attack him.

(GROANS)

Tommy? What's wrong with you?

Come on. It's me.

Miaow!

A vampire!

Tommy's turned into a vampire!

Guys, you are about to witness

a unique experiment in the history of hamster-nity.

On a Sunday morning?

I'm going to try to break the world record of flying hamster.

Uh, there is no record.

Hamsters don't fly.

Well, in that case, I'll set the first record,

because I am going to take off, fly and land!

(SIGHS)

There.

Snowflake, you'll record the height,

and you, Charcoal, will keep track of the flight time.

Needless to say, pals, this is a highly risky enterprise

and you need to be super prepared.

Get ready. Go!

Whoo-hoo-hoo!

One, two...

Hey!

(YELLS)

Oh, Bro. Are you OK?

So? How much did I do?

Two seconds.

One inch.

It's the new world record.

Yeah! Yeah!

(SINGSONG) # I'm the world champion. #

(GROANS)

Oh! A client.

# World champion! # Yeah!

Hey, boys, get ready for another record-breaking performance.

Ha!

Ah!

Ha!

Wow.

Four seconds.

It's the new record.

No!

Tell the world's vice champion that he's eagerly awaited

for a new investigation.

Phwoar. Tell the cheater I'll take the basement route.

Good morning.

Ah, Miss Clever.

My name is Red and...

(THUD!)

Say, that wouldn't happen to be

some kind of an anti-demon weapon, would it?

It's for my flying hamster record.

Ex record.

As soon as we resolve this case,

I'll make another try.

So, here you go.

It's kind of complicated. I...

You were having dinner in a trash can

while nursing a can of orange juice.

How...?

How did you know I was drinking orange juice?

Simple deduction.

Dilated pupils, almost no reaction to changes in lighting.

You ingested a product full of vitamin C,

and associated with the smell of bitter lemon equals orange juice.

(BLOWS)

I didn't dare tell you,

but you have a bit of halitosis.

Judging by the angle and shape,

the scratches on your shoulder were made by a flying animal.

I'd say a bat.

It bit my friend Tommy, and he turned into a...vampire!

Mr Red, a bat, even an aggressive one,

is not, to my knowledge, a vampire.

His expression changed, his eyes grew deceitful and cruel.

And he wanted my blood.

Mr Red, did you see the bat bite Tommy?

Yes. Well, not really.

It all happened so fast, but I'm sure the bat bit him.

His eyes were like a vampire's.

A case of cat become vampire, attacking his best friend.

Fascinating!

Clever, Bro. Hello, Detective.

What a coincidence.

Don't tell me you're interested in the degradation

of municipal facilities?

That depends on who did it, Detective.

A catfight over the leftovers of... Bleugh!

Business as usual.

I'll give Hermes my report.

Moreover, the pigeon who witnessed this regrettable affair described

a fat red cat.

I swear, Mr Detective, it wasn't my fault.

Tommy pounced on me with the rage of a vampire.

Vampire?

What are you talking about?

It's impossible.

Hmm.

Based on the spread of the claws, it was a large-sized bed,

no doubt a noctule.

Doesn't that remind you of someone?

Who?

It's all over, Anastasia.

Hand yourself in.

Nothing's over, Detective.

I need no one to continue the battle.

You haven't heard the last of me.

Anastasia.

Yes. Everything would lead us to believe she's back.

She supposedly bit Tommy, the friend of Mr Red, here.

And for some unknown reason,

this modified his behaviour and made him aggressive.

She's the only vampire we know.

Vampirism! Ha!

That only exists in fairy tales.

Whoa. How cool.

Did you find a clue?

I found better. A future record breaker.

Huh?

Just needs to be juiced up a bit.

(GASPS)

The famous orange juice.

Did she splash both of you?

Only Tommy. He was dripping wet.

Excellent. This is an unhoped for stroke of luck.

It's a drink filled with vitamin C and organic substances

naturally present in orange juice.

Thank you for the nutrition lesson, but I don't see where our luck is.

Traces of vitamin C are invisible to the eye

unless they are lit by a UV lamp.

(EXCLAMATIONS)

This is where Tommy was splashed.

Here was the fight with Anastasia.

The attack against Red.

And bingo!

Tommy's paw prints running off.

Whoa.

Mr Red, stay here.

We'll follow this trail with the detective and find your friend Tommy.

This way.

That's the house where Anastasia lived.

Still just as classy.

Remember, there was a lab in the basement.

The crazy scientists wanted to poison the whole palace

with fake milk.

DETECTIVE: The lab was emptied out by the forensics brigade,

and the scientist is locked up in an asylum.

We tried in vain to find Anastasia.

Tommy's pawprints become less visible here,

but this is surely where he entered.

The lab looks abandoned.

Shh. Did you hear that?

Huh? (GASPS)

The ceiling.

Those are bats.

But something tells me they're not going to leave us in peace.

(SCREECHING)

Run for shelter!

In the name of the law...

Don't let them bite you, Detective.

Easy for you to say.

We need to scramble their sonar with interference signals.

Huh?

The vice world champ is preparing for combat.

Bro, no!

Huh! I know!

Not only will he save a Scotland Yard detective,

but he will recover the world flying hamster record!

Yahoo!

Oh...

Hey! Ya! (GRUNTS)

Back!

Uh-oh.

(YELLS)

Ah!

Phew.

Uh-oh.

Scram, you nasty beasts.

(WHIMPERS)

(DONG! DONG! DONG!)

Clever?

Quick. Grab a crate while they're disoriented.

No one was bitten.

But what a racket.

Did anyone think of measuring my height during the combat?

A round figure will do.

Did you see their eyes?

It's as if they were under the influence of a higher power.

Hmm. They were like mini vampires.

I wonder if those bats ingested a substance that affects the brain.

Anastasia might have found something in her mistress's things.

The police have left nothing behind.

And there's no Tommy either.

We've hit a dead end.

I'm not so sure.

Look at the objects on the floor.

Do you notice anything?

Police didn't do things by halves.

They turned everything topsy turvy.

My room is cleaner, and that says it all.

OK. It's a random mess.

Now look carefully at this area.

Someone dropped a jar and swept it up,

which only spread the dirt around.

Considering the state of the room, it was a waste of energy.

Hmm. Imagine instead, that the lab bench pivots.

It would have made this arc-shaped streak and that line of rubbish.

Hmm. A secret passage?!

Look! A button.

(GRUNTS)

Hm, Clever, you will never cease to astonish me.

So this is where Anastasia hid when her mistress was arrested.

Oh, I think I found Tommy.

Hello, Tommy? Anyone home?

He doesn't look well.

(GASPS) And he's not alone.

(GASPS) By my cheddar biscuits.

He must be under Anastasia's domination.

Look. They all have scratch marks.

Tommy wasn't bitten.

He was clawed.

They must have been infected by a product

Anastasia puts on her claws.

I detected a faint, dark blue mark on the branch above the park trashcan.

Look. Here's some dark blue liquid that doesn't look organic.

Hmm.

And these are empty?

Transparent.

Pheromones - chemical substances emitted by animals

to communicate with their own species.

She certainly managed to create a product

with a potent action on animals.

Precisely.

Huh? (LAUGHS)

Ow!

Anastasia!

She scratched me. Argh!

I feel funny.

I just need to give the order

and the detective will become so aggressive,

he'll make a mouthful out of his rodent pal.

(LAUGHS)

You infect your victims with the product you coat your claws with.

The product acts on the brain like a super-powerful pheromone.

Well, that's dumb.

What's the point of having a gang of vegetables with goggle eyes?

To carry out her mistress's plan.

After her arrest, I was alone and wanted by the Scotland Yard dogs,

so I hid in her secret basement room.

I remembered her experiments

and quickly succeeded in making all the poison I wanted.

(LAUGHS)

Thanks to this new power, I can now carry out my mistress's mission.

Make the people who negated her and buried her scientific project

pay for their acts.

Uh, that's what I said - totally dumb.

Enough talk.

You're going to join the army that will attack the palace

this very night,

starting with the Animal Palace and your precious queen.

(LAUGHS)

And it's your dear friend who will contaminate you.

(LAUGHS WICKEDLY)

Attack the rodents.

(GROWLS FIERCELY)

(WHIMPERS)

No!

Bro! Mac, it's us.

Go easy, buddy.

Ahh! Ahh!

No...silver.

Bro!

(GROWLS)

(RIP!) Ouch!

(LAUGHS)

(LAUGHS)

The great detective at my mercy.

(LAUGHS)

Off to the palace!

The chief of police at the head of my army.

What irony. (LAUGHS)

Swallow that chimp.

Ah. Clever?

Hmm.

So good.

What's this?

Orange flavoured candy.

Come on, follow me.

I was forced to obey a voice inside my head.

Anastasia.

How did you manage to get free?

While Anastasia was bragging,

I quietly knocked a little orange flavoured candy off the table.

When McFlair attacked, I quickly swallowed it before being scratched.

And then I play acted.

OK, but how did you know what candy would protect you?

Thanks to the orange scent, I thought of Red and his scratch.

Why hadn't he been transformed into a zombie?

Something had prevented the product from working.

Vitamin C.

The vitamin C in orange juice is a stimulant for the heart

and makes it beat faster.

Red wasn't affected by the poison because he had drunk some.

Since orange juice is naturally high in vitamin C,

I thought orange-flavoured candies may have the same effect.

And bingo.

OK, so you found something to cancel out Anastasia's power.

But if we have to distribute little candies to everyone,

we'll never win the battle.

I spotted a highly promising-looking jar in the secret lab.

But for my plan to work, I need the world-record-breaking

flying hamster.

Oh, I was so hoping that you'd say that.

I spotted something too.

(LAUGHS)

Huh?

What the heck is that?

Attack!

Warning. Warning.

We're under attack.

(LAUGHS)

Argh!

We have to defend the palace.

Miaow!

Ah!

(GROWLS)

Their claws are coated with poison.

Oh, Lord! By my side, Hermes!

Majesty, be careful.

(MIAOWS)

They're going to crush us.

Ouch. No!

Oh, Lord.

Your Majesty, stay by my side.

(GROWLING)

(LAUGHS)

Wahoo!

Flying hamsters!

What the...?!

Go on, Bro. Nosedive!

Whoo-hoo-hoo!

What are we doing here?

Bingo. It worked.

By my chequered vest. Clever?

Orange gel fleas -

they itch like crazy, but it's that or staying on the dark side.

What? Orange fleas?

Them again? How?

Anastasia spotted us. Quick.

Hang on!

Whoa!

Bro, she's catching up with us.

(WHIMPERS)

Whoa. Bravo, flying hamster.

Now, that was a record. (LAUGHS)

Hold her.

A cage is on the way to transport her to Greenside.

Oh, Clever!

Oh, you could have shut the jar before I did my loop. Arrhh!

Oh, I think I prefer knowing that everyone was vaccinated.

Oh!

Trust me, the anti-flea treatment waiting for me at Scotland Yard

is 10 times worse.

Indeed.

This sudden attack almost put the crowd in grave danger.

Clever, Bro, once again,

you have shown great courage and remarkable intelligence.

Thank you, Majesty.

Being the best detectives in the world is our job.

I was wondering, do you think you could declare a new official record?

As Queen, you must have your say, right?

Huh?

(SCREECHES)

Oh, no. Oh, no!

She's getting away.

Guards, follow me.

I know where she's going.

Hurry, Clever.

No, let them take care of this.

Now that they have their orange fleas, they don't need us.

Quick.

There. She went inside.

Follow her.

(EXPLOSION)

(COUGHS AND SPLUTTERS)

On my cheddar biscuits.

(COUGHING)

This time, the flying hamster record is going to blow you away.

Wow! Cool get-up.

Snowflake, measuring tape.

You're going to beat the 16-inch mark?

Thanks to the tests I was able to carry out

during my last investigation,

I've developed an irrefutable technique.

It's a historical moment.

Judging by what I see, you will indeed beat your record.

But you will also explode another one -

the hamster who stayed glued to the ceiling

for the longest amount of time in history record.

Ah, don't you listen to this bird of ill omen.

Get ready for a new world record!

The metal tip on the measuring tape...

Argh! Whoa!

..the shelves...

..the dog ball thrower...

..glue...

..and take-off!

Ahhh!

Whoa, Bro. You did it!

At least eight feet!

Yeah! World champion! Yay!

(GRUNTS)

(CLEVER LAUGHS)

Oh, come on!

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