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(EXCITING THEME MUSIC)

Hah! (CHUCKLES)

(BOTH SCREAM)

(CLINK!)

(BELL TOLLS)

(PANTING)

(CHITTERING)

(RUSTLING)

BOTH: Halt!

I must see the Queen right away.

Impossible, miss. Please leave the premises at once.

But she knows me. This is a high-level emergency.

Her security is in jeopardy.

(CHUCKLES) The Queen is sleeping and we have everything under control.

So move along. (SIGHS)

No time for rules.

Hey, what are you... Oh!

(GRUNTS)

Huh! Hyah!

Ohh!

Sorry, guys.

The Queen! Alert, alert!

Stop the intruder! She mustn't reach the Queen!

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

(GRUNTS)

(ALL GASP)

Hey, you! Stop where you are!

Amateurs.

The Queen!

(DREAMY MUSIC)

(CHITTERING)

Oh, no! It found me!

Arggh! Let me go!

(GRUNTS) No!

Not now!

(GRIM MUSIC)

She disappeared!

(CHITTERING)

Bro, if you want something to eat, you better get out of bed fast!

BRO: I'm not getting up today!

You can have it all.

What? You're not hungry? You?!

It's my unlucky day, so I'm taking no risks -

no unnecessary movements, no food I could choke on.

Since when is a super detective afraid of getting out of bed?

Is this a joke? No, it is very serious.

Today is Friday the 13th

and on this date, I always have bad luck.

It's been proven!

The only solution is to stay in bed.

Bad luck doesn't exist. Oh, yeah?

Then tell me why on exactly last Friday the 13th

I was knocked out, scalded, crushed, shaved,

and - even worse - I lost my bet against Snowflake,

plus I got coffee on my autograph of Flash.

Flash!

None of those events were related to fate or luck.

You could've chosen not to make a catapult.

You could've chosen not to bet

that you could beat the flying hamster world record.

You could've catapulted yourself

not in the direction of Brian's mug of coffee.

And you could've realised

that if you stuck your adhesive card to your belly

so that Snowflake wouldn't get it,

one day or another you'd have to get shaved.

(BRO YELLS)

Oh, it took so long to grow back.

In short, you made four bad choices on the same day.

It's not called bad luck. It's called - mmm - pig-headed.

(SIGNAL FIZZES) Oh, I client!

Duty calls. (GROANS)

Oh! Ha-ha!

I think I'd feel much safer with a lucky charm.

Huh!

(GASPS) Clever!

I need you at once for an urgent and dangerous mission.

Top secret too. You came in person instead of sending Hermes to get us.

The secret I am about to tell you is known to me only.

You must share it with no-one, not even Detective McFlare.

A top-secret mission for the Queen!

And all that on a Friday the 13th.

Oh, this lucky charm really works. Hm.

No-one is aware, but I have a personal spy at my service,

a secret agent named C.

Actually, I suspected as much.

Carry on, Your Majesty.

She's the pet of a real human spy for the royal crown.

Wow! So cool!

I bet she gets to use all his gadgets.

C infiltrated herself long ago into all layers of animal society

to collect as much information as possible.

Each week, she drops off a coded report in a secure spot.

She has instructions never to contact me in person.

But last night she broke the protocol.

She introduced herself into the palace.

She tried to warm me in person of an imminent danger.

Something or someone stopped her on the way

and she fell off the roof!

The guards immediately arrived on the scene,

but she'd already disappeared.

Wherever she is, I believe she's in great danger.

And you are too, Your Majesty.

You must find her! She alone can tell us more about this threat.

Rest assured, Your Majesty.

We will investigate discreetly at the palace.

And to avoid arousing suspicions,

you will tell the staff we're there for another reason.

I know!

Hermes has been complaining incessantly

about some ants that have infested the rose bushes under my window,

but he can't find their nest and it's driving him completely crazy.

We'll say you're there to localise it.

(LAUGHS) Now, there's an investigation that sounds exciting.

(BOTH LAUGH)

Then we're going to need even more luck.

We've got to find a real four-leaf clover.

(GROANS)

OK, OK, I'll just keep this one while waiting for something better.

(CHITTERING)

There! You see? Another one.

I've been seeing them everywhere all week long.

I'm counting on you to localise their nest.

After that, I'll see to them personally!

Don't worry, Mr Hermes.

This mystery will quickly be resolved or my name isn't Clever.

Come on, Bro! Duty calls.

Look at that. Here's the print left by C's fall.

Hm, you haven't noticed anything special, Bro? Bro?

Nothing at all. They all have three stupid leaves.

No, I'm talking about this print.

It came from C's impact when she fell off the roof.

She landed on her back, yet cats always land on their feet

unless someone stops them from.

But, most importantly, the trace of her collar.

Uh, I don't see one.

Yes, that is what's odd.

On the photo, she was wearing a wide studded collar.

We should be able to see a sign of it in this soft earth.

Why would her attacker have taken off her collar

before pushing her off the roof?

The only plausible explanation

is that she took it off herself during her fall.

Huh!

Bro, let's search the bushes.

Searching bushes on a Friday the 13th?

Are you crazy or what?!

Without a four-leaf clover?

Ugh, thorns, allergies, insects! Fine. There's one right there.

A four-leaf clover eight inches to your left. Hurry up.

Whoa! Why didn't you tell me sooner?

You would've saved a ton of time with this massive good luck.

Huh?

(SIGHS)

I found it!

Fantastic! This clover sure works.

Oh, yeah, it was your clover that told you where to look, huh?

(SIGHS)

C managed to throw her collar off during her fall.

She wanted to hide it before she was captured.

Say, what's this? (RUMBLING)

(GASPS)

Arggh!

Wow! If I hadn't have been holding my clover...

Your clover?!

The fact remains that this flower pot fell for no reason

and you still don't believe in bad luck?

(CHITTERING)

No, I believe in probabilities. (KISSES)

Ahh!

Uh-oh!

Hermes might have been right

when he said there was a problem with the ants!

RUN!

Hey!

What do they want with us?

Quick! Get me a piece of chalk!

Chalk is an ant-deterrent. They shouldn't cross over this line.

Uh, Bro, run!

How do you expect that kind of thing to work on a Friday the 13th?

(SLINGSHOT WHOOSHES)

(CLANK!) (GRUNTS)

I've got an idea. Follow me!

(BRO PANTS)

I'm so lucky I had my clover,

otherwise we would've been caught in two seconds.

Strange. Why weren't they stopped by the chalk?

(CHITTERING)

Bro, draw them under this gargoyle.

I'll make it fall on them.

Hey, millipedes! Over here!

Try and catch me!

(GRUNTS) Huh!

(GRUNTS) Whoa-ho! Yes!

My clover strikes again!

(GROANS)

(GARGOYLE SCRAPES) Hm?

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

What? How is that possible?

(GASPS) My clover! Come on!

We have to leave fast!

Uh! Whoa!

How could they cross the chalk line? Why weren't they crushed?

Clever, what do we do?!

Unless... Yes, it's the only explanation!

Bro, get your lucky charm.

I don't have it anymore. Besides, it lost a leaf.

Not that one. The other one, the magnet.

(BUZZ!) Bingo!

(BUZZING) Hmm? Oh!

What happened?

It's a miniature robot.

The magnetism seems to have put him out of working order.

Ant robots?

We need to follow the ants that ran away.

Too late. They're gone.

What do you expect now that my lucky charm is gone?

We have one more trail - Agent C's collar.

(WHOOSH!)

Wow!

This collar is both a camera and mini projector.

And, no doubt, many other things. Cool!

Ant robots, holograms... We're in the middle of a spy gadget war.

C took a photo of a street and the palace gates.

Hm, take a closer look.

There are ants in each one of these photos.

There! They're coming out of the basement window of that old shop.

An herbalist's shop. Hm.

Hurry, Bro. We do not have much time.

(BUZZ!)

This lucky charm isn't so bad after all.

Looks like it's been closed for a long time.

Ooh, there must be something

to make a lucky potion at an herbalist's.

For the time being, we're better off under the protection of your clover.

Let's see.

(DING!) Ah, perfect!

(CUTTING TOOL HISSES)

Wow. This thing is practical.

Deadly nightshade berries, wild hemlock...

Enough poison to annihilate an animal.

Is that the threat? Poison the Queen?

Oh, but that's impossible. She's guarded 24/7.

Unless the poison was introduced by an almost invisible enemy

who could administer it to her any time.

Those nasty ant robots! But who controls them?

Oh! What?

Aha! Who wants to get magnetised first?

Oh! Huh?

(BOTH GASP)

(WHIRRING)

Vroom! The hamster who wanted to rid London of all its cats.

(CHUCKLES) Clever, Bro!

Just who we were waiting for.

I think the three of us have a little score to settle.

I see that your stay at Greenside

didn't make a model hamster out of you.

To the contrary, after you had me arrested,

I was such a model prisoner that I was released early for good conduct.

(LAUGHS) But it was only to get out faster and avenge myself.

Is it my imagination or is this guy obsessed with vengeance?

This time, you won't be able to stop me!

I have an army behind me!

(CLANG!) Huh?

Well, it was worth a shot.

(CHUCKLES)

RUN!

(BOTH EXCLAIM)

What do you say to that, huh?

I borrowed them from a friend.

(CACKLES)

(FOOTSTEPS THUD)

(GASPS) Oh!

Oh, Friday the 13th.

Bro! Huh?

I'm going to take that collar from you, please.

Huh! Oh!

No! (LAUGHS)

(GRUNTS)

Huh!

(PANTS)

Hah! Whoa!

Hyah!

I stopped this machine once and I can do it again.

Whoa! Stop, stop!

(GRUNTS) (FIZZ!)

(WHIRRING) Yeah!

(ROBOT POWERS UP)

Oh! Whoa!

Hey, let go of me!

(CHUCKLES) Since our last encounter,

I've anticipated a backup battery.

As I was saying, I'm going to take that from you.

(CLEVER GASPS)

Don't you know that holding a hamster hostage

brings bad luck? (GIGGLES NERVOUSLY)

I've got a lucky charm.

Don't move, my friends. (DOOR CLANGS)

I'll take care of you right after my appointment with the Queen.

(CACKLES)

(MUMBLES)

Oh, quick!

(TAPE RIPS) BRO: Oh, too many memories.

Thank you, friends.

That hamster is totally mad.

I was simply looking through the window out of curiosity and he...

Save your breath, Agent C. We know who you are.

Yes, we're here on a secret mission for the Queen.

We're like spies. Oh, don't listen to him. We're...

The greatest detectives in the land.

Yes, I know who you are too.

I've checked up on you.

Then you didn't check well enough

because we're the greatest detectives in the world.

So the Queen revealed my existence to you.

She entrusted us with the mission of finding you.

But first tell us what really happened.

I've been undercover for over a year.

My mission was to find the identity and hiding place of the Evil Knight.

My investigation led to nothing.

No trails led me to him. He's like a phantom.

But my search helped me prevent

several other plots against the Queen,

most of which had been organised by the knight's disciples.

Vroom is the latest one to date.

All that technological equipment didn't come out of nowhere.

True - he went from one toy robot

to an army of autonomous nano robots.

He couldn't have done that without the knight.

At the moment, the most urgent thing

is to stop him from poisoning the Queen.

Poison her?! Yes.

According to our observations,

Vroom prepared a mixture of plant essences

that are deadly for cats.

Oh, but of course.

His ant robots could easily get to the Queen.

I think it's worse than that.

During our last clash, Vroom's goal was to rid London of all felines.

He no doubt wants to eliminate all of the palace cats in one blow.

All of the palace cats?!

Oh, I photographed ants around a sort of tank

on the outskirts of the palace gardens.

Do you think that... The palace water supply!

Oh, no! (GRUNTS)

That's where Vroom is going to pour his poison.

He must have used his ants to locate it.

We must stop him! But how are we going to get out of here?

What would your master do in this type of situation?

Oh, him? He'd use one of his gadgets.

Things like... (GAGS)

Blergh! Gross! ..this?

I noticed that one of the studs on your collar

was different from the others,

so I hid it in my jowls when Vroom attacked us.

I'm very impressed.

Let's open that door.

(ZAP!)

Huh!

Hurry. We have no time to lose.

We must stop Vroom before he poisons the entire palace.

Do we have time to make a lucky elixir?

Ooh, maybe they have four-leaf clovers up here.

Bro, come on! No time!

Darn it! OK. Too bad. Then...you!

Have you considered a solo career? (CHUCKLES)

Let's go.

(WHOOSH!) Whoo-hoo!

(BOOM!)

(KEYPAD BUZZES)

(VROOM CHUCKLES) Wonderful.

Sweet dreams, kitty cats!

BRO: There! It's him!

Huh? (ALL EXCLAIM AND GRUNT)

The potion! Hurry!

(GASPS) Whoa!

Ugh! Clever!

(ZAP!)

C: Huh!

(GRUNTS)

(YOWLS AND GRUNTS)

(KEYPAD BUZZES)

Huh!

Hah! Hyah!

(GRUNTS)

(WHOOSH!) Meow!

Ohh! Arggh!

Bro!

Hyah!

(GRUNTS)

Uh... Whoa!

Let me go, you filthy creature!

(ROBOT POWERS DOWN)

No second battery this time, huh? Clever!

(GRUNTS) Come on. Higher!

Uh, uh!

Oh! Ugh! Friday the 13th.

(PANTS AND GRUNTS)

(METAL CLANGS)

Huh!

Clever, what do we do?!

Bro, ammunition!

Quick, Bro!

Ya-ha! And that was not a stroke of luck.

(BOTH GASP)

Oh! Thank you, my friends! Guess I'm just lucky.

I'll be right back to take care of you.

(CACKLES)

Oh, no!

Wild tarragon!

Bro, throw it! What?

(CACKLES) Goodbye, cat...

What?

(SNEEZES)

Uh!

(CLANG!)

We've got to destroy the engine - and quick.

(ELECTRICITY ZAPS)

Yes! (LAUGHS)

Ah-ha-ha!

Good job, Bro!

Wild tarragon is also called...

(VROOM SNEEZES)

Sneezing powder. How cool!

(CONTINUES SNEEZING)

Mr Vroom, in the name of Her Majesty,

you are under arrest.

QUEEN: Clever, Bro, congratulations.

You fulfilled your mission

just like Her Majesty's true secret agents.

Thank you for saving me and avoiding a major catastrophe.

Would you like to join my team full-time?

We can help more people as detectives -

the Queen naturally,

but also the other animals of London who need our help.

That's true.

Once again, you've proven that observation and deduction are...

BRO: Allow me, please, Majesty. That had nothing to do with it.

What really enabled us to stop Vroom was my legendary luck.

(GROANS)

My vial of sneezing herb was picked entirely at random,

so what do you call that, Clever?

Probabilities? A chance in a million?

I call it... Whoa!

(BOTH CHUCKLE)

(SNEEZES) Fair enough.

(ALL LAUGH)

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