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(soft music)

(chuckles)

Good morning, world!

(giggles)

Good morning, chair!

Good morning, plant!

Good morning, hammer!

(gasps)

Hammer? Hammer?!

(screams) Hammer!

I can't believe my hammer's gone.

It's--it's who I am!

It's like Sonic without his speed!

Or me without my fists!

(shrieks) Where are they?

They're on your hands.

(sighs) Oh, thank goodness.

I was as useless as Amy without her hammer.

Who'd want to steal your hammer?

(Eggman whistles)

Morning, losers!

Eggman! You stole my hammer!

If I wanted a hammer, I'd make one myself.

Argh, I was having such a lovely morning!

You got me all worked up!

What're you going to do? Attack us?

(fight)

(blast)

"What're you going to do? Attack us?"

Nice going, Sonic.

(crash)

(crash)

(efforts)

(spins)

Whoa!

(efforts)

What am I supposed to do with my hands?

(spin)

(dash)

(efforts)

(spin)

(crash)

Knuckles was right,

I am useless.

(sobs)

What? I can't help that I'm insightful.

We need to deal with this.

Sorry, Egghead, this is a quick one.

(blast)

I completely understand!

Amy, your worries are over!

We didn't find your hammer,

but we found this crate of hand-to-hand combat weapons!

(thud)

And the best part is

the serial numbers have been scratched off!

I appreciate your help, everyone,

but I called a professional.

(crash, electric guitar)

In this modest, some would call tragically-small hovel,

I, Vector the Detector,

will begin my investigation

of "The Case of the Missing Hammer!"

Vector? What're you doing here?

Cut!

No, no, no!

You're excited that Vector's here.

Sonic, have you seen his show?

He'll find my hammer for sure.

When did you get a reality show?

When they paid me big-time TV dough-re-mi.

(cash register)

You should see an optometrist about that.

(sting)

I'm here outside the vic's domicile,

looking for clues--

I'm looking for clues too,

and I can do it 50 times faster than Vector!

(spin dash)

Nope. That criminal mastermind left no trace.

Yeah, no trace...

Except these footprints!

(sting)

(footsteps)

(sting)

A Meh Burger VIP card?

I've never seen one before!

They're reserved for the cultural elite.

We have our first clue.

(sting)

We need this palooka to name names.

Unlike these soft drink cups, he won't spill easy.

Time for the old good cop - bad cop routine.

I'll play bad cop.

This is my clambake and I always play bad cop!

Can I take your order?

What's the skinny on this VIP card?

I don't know what you're talking about.

(slap)

(squeals)

My partner wants to go easy on you.

He believes your fairy tale,

but something smells rotten to me.

It's Meh Burger.

That's just how it smells!

(smash)

(gulps) Okay!

I admit it!

The Meh Burger VIP program is a sham!

We give cards to angry customers to make them feel special!

Nearly everyone in town has one!

I don't have one.

Somebody has to pay full price

to offset the discounts everybody else is getting.

(owl hooting)

(Amy/Sticks efforts)

(footsteps)

How'd it go with Vector?

(wham) Ah!

(zips off)

Dead end.

(groans)

Maybe a TV break will take your mind off things.

(slump)

It's a singing competition show

where I, along with the wife of an aging rock star

and a guy you've never heard of

harshly criticize regular people and crush their dreams!

Sounds great.

You know what else sounds great?

Surgery without anesthesia!

(audience laughs)

I've used butter knives that were less dull.

(more laughter)

I tried watching the show...

My TV pulled the plug on itself!

(more laughter)

Whatever.

(laughs)

He can dish it, but he can't take it!

Can it, Wolfie.

(hubbub)

Move along, nothing to see here.

(soft chatter)

Whoa! Look at that,

someone smashed up this Comedy Chimp sign!

Hey everyone, you got to see this!

(footsteps)

Whoever did this

must really hate Comedy Chimp.

(gasps) These marks are from my hammer!

Your hammer's sentient and hates hacky comedy?

That's one theory.

But my money's on Justin Beaver.

Comedy Chimp clowned him last night,

the guy must've gone bananas.

Which means,

he pinched this tomato's hammer!

That's all well and good, Vector,

but you're missing one thing:

any evidence at all.

That's why I propose...

A stakeout!

We've been waiting all day!

Stakeouts are never like this on TV.

It's two lines of dialogue and they see their guy.

Yeah, well, life's not like TV.

(click)

There he is!

(footsteps)

(knocks on door)

It must be some kind of Beaver conspiracy.

(smash)

(spin dash)

The jig is up, Justin!

(gasps)

He's taken hostages!

We're not hostages.

We're a book club! We meet here every night.

A book club?

I keep it on the clandestine.

If my vapid fanbase discovers I enjoy fine literature,

they'd shun me.

I'd be anathema to them!

Hm. His vocabulary checks out.

And so does his alibi.

If he was here last night,

he didn't smash that Comedy Chimp sign.

Well, keep your chins up.

Tomorrow we'll go back to the crime scene!

See if we can't find another clue.

Vector! I found something.

(beep, sting)

This must've been the gonif's vantage point.

He was eating this pie, waiting to cop that doll's hammer.

Who eats a pie from the middle?

I don't know,

but while you were flapping your gums,

I formulated a fool-proof plan to find out.

A pie festival?

Now all we've got to do

is see which one of these jokers eats their pie

from the middle out...

(music)

(crunch)

(groans)

(footsteps)

Great idea, Vector.

That pie festival was a bust!

All we learned is that our villagers don't tip.

You didn't come up with anything, furball!

Who you calling furball, leatherhead?

Now, Wolfie,

you weren't at the big pie festival today.

We didn't want you to miss out so-

(slap)

(audience laughs)

(sting)

Let's look at the clues.

Who has a Meh Burger VIP card,

a grudge against Comedy Chimp,

and is continuously hit in the face with pies?

Old Monkey!

(sting)

No, the real culprit has a hackneyed prop comedy routine

who could utilize an oversized hammer.

Wolferton T. Sidekick!

Hi-yo! -- Wait, what?

(chest opens)

(sting)

My hammer!

(squeals)

(groans)

No! I didn't steal anything!

Maybe that joke about airplane food

but I'd never do this!

(efforts)

Oh, thank you so much!

Nothing could replace my hammer.

It's one of a kind.

Great job, Vector.

Something that skirt said has been rattling my chain.

Her hammer is one of a kind.

Why would he steal something so easily recognizable?

Vec, baby. You did good!

You got the guy. Let it go.

(knock on door)

(groans)

Vector? Where's your camera crew?

Things got a little dodgy. I'm flying solo.

This goes much deeper than I thought.

I need your help, Mac...

(funky music)

Now,

back to the thrilling conclusion

of the case of the Missing Hammer!

Amy's Hammer.

Found. By me.

But! Was the wolf really the culprit,

or was he a patsy?

With Sonic the Hedgehog's help,

we're about to find out!

All clues pointed to Justin Beaver.

But, when he had an alibi,

the clues mysteriously shifted to Wolf Sidekick.

So, who had a grudge against Justin

and access to Wolf Sidekick's prop chest?

(knock on door)

(door creaks open)

You're not the pizza guy.

Dixon was the hammer thief!

He has a Meh Burger VIP card,

as well as a motive to frame Justin Beaver.

After his failed singing career,

Justin eighty-sixed Dixon as his manager.

But when Justin's alibi checked out,

he had to frame somebody else.

As a TV producer, he had access to the studio

and put the hammer in Wolf Sidekick's prop chest!

What do you have to say for yourself, mug?

(screams)

(efforts)

Pizza's here, Dixon.

And it comes with extra justice.

(screams)

We make a pretty good team after all.

We nabbed the real crook and nobody got hurt!

Hello?

Don't I get a phone call or something?

Hi-yo...

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