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(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

(SNARLING)

(GROWLS)

(LAUGHING)

(SIGHS) Nothing like a nice Louisiana breakfast

with pain perdu and grits.

Oops, can't forget the boudin.

Hmm. I don't rember eating all the food,

but I'm still hungry.

Good thing there's some leftover king cake in the fridge.

(EXCLAIMS) What's going on?

(GASPS) My boudin!

(YAWNS)

Bunnicula!

-Huh? -(CLANGS)

Welcome to your new home, Bunnicula.

Oh, he looks so sad.

Where'd you find this strange cage?

I found it down in the basement

with all that other weird stuff.

No more raiding the fridge for you, little muchacho.

I'm sorry, Buns, but Dad's right.

If you can't be trusted, you've got stay in here.

(MURMURING)

Looks like someone's in trouble.

(VOCALIZING)

Since I can't understand you, Bunnicula,

you're probably just making some lame excuse like,

"I'm a vegan."

And (IMITATING) "It couldn't be me."

(VOCALIZING)

(GASPS) Wait a minute. You are a vegan.

So, it couldn't have been you.

(VOCALIZING)

But if you didn't do it, then who...

Hey, what's going on?

And why is Bunnicula in this weird cage?

Bunnicula got blamed for something he didn't do.

So, what's the big deal?

Bunnicula can just magically poof out of there.

Come on, Bunnicula, poof.

-(POOFS) -(ZAPPING)

-(ENERGY CRACKLING) -(GRUNTING)

-(CRACKLING CONTINUES) -(GRUNTING CONTINUES)

(VOCALIZING)

He says the cage is enchanted and he can't get out.

Hmm. So, Bunnicula has been framed,

and it's up to us to figure out who did it.

Well, it looks like we've got a genuine mystery to solve.

(GASPS) Oh, boy.

This is a job for the world's greatest detective.

Don't worry, Bunnicula, old man.

Sherlock Chester and his loyal companion, Harold Watson,

are on the case.

Pip, pip, Watson.

-The game is afoot. -Bye, Bunnic.

I guess we're gonna go play a game with feet.

I don't know how that will help solve the mystery though.

(ZAPPING)

-(CRACKLING) -(GASPING)

Behold, Watson, the crime scene.

Bunnicula's body was found here.

This spot provides clear vantage

to three points of entry.

There, there, and there.

Perhaps, Watson, one we seek used one of these entrances

to gain access to commit their dastardly deed.

Mmm...

Witness, Watson, a lone glass sits on the kitchen table.

Do you notice anything strange about it?

Uh, it's half-full?

Correction! It's half-empty.

Oh.

But the true question is, where did the water come from?

-(BUBBLING) -Upon close examination,

I'm noticing a thin film or a liquid

across the floor.

Could it be that our criminal

has used this liquid as lubricant

to expedite his slippery escape?

Or it could just be condensation.

Condensation?

You know, the warm front that just rolled off the coast

that resulted in a relative humidity of 92%.

(LAUGHS) Yes, of course.

Quite, quite. Hmm.

(RATTLING)

What have we here?

A can with air holes.

Or bite marks.

Yes, yes, yes, precisely. Of course. Bite marks.

(BLEATING)

My word, did you hear that?

My boy, I'd say it was a poltergeist,

or some type of phantom goat.

Watson, old boy,

it looks like we have our first clues

in the Case of the Phantom Poltergoat.

(BUBBLING)

(LAUGHING) Bubble pipe.

Bunnicula, old chap, good news.

We believe a phantom poltergoat

is to blame for your current predicament.

-(BUNNICULA NIBBLING) -Bunnicula?

Are you all right, old chum?

You don't quite seem your usual self, old chap.

(VOCALIZING)

He says the cage is changing him.

Well, it's not uncommon, when one is incarcerated,

to experience... What was that?

(VOCALIZING WORRIEDLY)

Bunnicula said that's how it's changing him.

We shall tarry no longer. Let us away, Watson.

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

(MUSIC STOPS)

What in Herbert Hoover's hat?

Huh? (GASPS)

-Watson, the culprit struck again. -(GASPS)

I'm pretty sure it was that rapscallion Bunnicula again.

I hate to say it, Mina,

but we'd better start thinking about

giving him up for adoption.

Huh?

Dad, no! This couldn't have been Bunnicula.

There's no way he got out of his cage.

I'm sorry, Mina, but I gotta see proof.

Hmm.

No time to dally, Watson.

Our pal, Bunnicula, is in a bit of a sticky wicket.

(BLEATING ECHOES)

The poltergoat!

We must inform Bunnicula of current events post-haste.

Bunnicula, good fellow,

the poltergoat has struck again, putting you in...

-(NIBBLING) -Dire circumstances.

Bunnicula?

(BOTH GASPING)

-No! -We gotta get him outta there!

-(ZAPPING) -(GRUNTS)

That was wholly unpleasant.

I'm bigger, so, maybe it won't affect me as much.

-Harold, wait! -(ZAPPING)

You're right. That was most unpleasant.

(CHESTER GRUNTING)

Oops. Sorry.

Come on, Bunnicula, snap out of it.

It's us, Bunnic, your buddies.

(CHITTERING)

I can't believe it.

(SOBBING) He didn't even recognize us.

Don't worry, Harold.

I mean... (CLEARS THREOAT) Stiff upper lip, Watson.

If we care to see our chum ever again,

it's up to us to solve this case

with no further dilly-dallying.

"Dilly-dallying"?

Dilly-dallying, it's... Never mind. Let us go.

Dilly-dally, dilly-dally, diddle-ly, diddle-ly-dally.

First, Watson, we must take a look

at all of the evidence gathered thus far.

Hmm.

CHESTER: When we first began gathering clues,

I noticed a slight scent of fish in the air.

Knowing full well that a kitchen

is hardly a natural habitat for fish,

I began to look at the word "fish."

How many letters are in the word "fish"?

-Five. -Four, precisely.

Now, take a look at the number 4

and turn it upside down.

Now, what does it look like to you?

A chair.

The nearest place with the largest gathering

of chairs in one room

is Harrison Charter on Franklin Avenue.

-The high school? -Elementary, my dear Watson.

-Elementary. -(BUBBLING)

CHESTER: Upon investigation,

I discovered that within each classroom,

the chairs were in five separate rows,

each row containing six chairs.

Five and six!

The 56!

Which brings us here, Watson.

If I'm correct, which I am,

the suspect we've been searching for

is behind that door!

-The jig is up! -Don't move!

(TV BEEPING)

Patches?

Oh, hi, guys. I'm Patches.

I'm a were-dude.

(SNAPPING)

♪ I'm Patches the were-dude Yes, I'm back

♪ I'm a happy, hairy man Who's also a cat

♪ When the moon is full-- ♪

We don't have time for that.

(SNAPS) But, dude, it's my new theme song.

We've got more important business, Patches.

Your dirty deeds have landed our best mate in the clink,

and we may lose him forever because of you!

Whoa, dude.

I had no idea that watching a 24-hour sci-fi marathon

could cause so much trouble.

Not TV, you fool. Eating all the food.

Oh, I ate all the food, Chester.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)

-But, but, but... -Yeah.

I thought we were just looking for a poltergoat or something.

But, but, but why?

I was hungry! Hello, have we met? Heh.

But... But all that food.

-The boudin. -Ah, yup.

-The grits? -Mmm-hmm.

-The king cake? -So good. That was me.

Speaking of food, Mina and her dad

are about to stock the fridge again...

Harold! Gotta go, Patches.

(SNORING) Eh? Huh? Oh.

Oh, hey, I'm Patches. I'm a were...

♪ The were-dude Yes, I'm back

♪ I'm a happy, hairy man Who's also a cat

♪ When the moon... ♪

-Huh? Again? -(PHONE BEEPS)

That was a good idea, Mina,

using your cell phone to record surveillance video.

Thanks, Dad.

You caught the real food thief, red-handed.

Did you hear that, Chester? They caught the food thief.

Come on, guys, let's go let Bunnicula out of that cage.

Hold up, Harold!

I've got something for you, food thief.

-(WHIMPERS) -More food!

Oh, I love punishment.

There you go, Buns.

Oh, you didn't like being cooped up, did you?

(CHITTERING)

Wow. It even affected the way you look.

Well, I've got something that'll help you feel back to normal.

A nice, juicy carrot. Your favorite.

(LAUGHS) I'm sure you guys missed each other,

so, I'll leave you to play.

Hey, Chester, is Bunnicula back to normal?

Not yet, Harold.

(CHOMPS)

(SLURPING)

Bunnicula, is that you, buddy?

(ROARS)

(LAUGHS)

(LAUGHING) That's him.

I think I like him the other way better.

Well, I suppose that closes the Case of the Missing Food.

Yeah, but what about the goat sounds, Chester?

(VOCALIZING)

(BLEATING) Hey, guys, I'm just shy.

And I'm done.