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♪ I've got a little hunch
that there is something
going on now ♪

♪ The clothes I bought
The friends I've got
My teacher had a meltdown ♪

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♪ Then I look at me
and I start to see ♪

♪ And a voice inside
tells me what I must do ♪

♪ Wake up, who knew?
It's me, it's you, get a clue ♪

- ♪ It's there inside of you ♪
- ♪ Oh, yeah, that's right ♪

♪ Get a clue
There's nothing you can't do ♪

♪ Nothing's ever quite
what it seems ♪

♪ Just look
a little closer at me ♪

♪ Wake up, who knew?
It's me, it's you, get a clue ♪

♪ That's the way it goes now ♪

♪ Did you ever see
the world around you
change before your eyes? ♪

♪ The people
you ignored before
They took you by surprise ♪

♪ Then you look at me
and I start to see ♪

♪ That something happens
when I'm next to you ♪

♪ Wake up, who knew?
It's me, it's you, get a clue ♪

- ♪ It's there inside of you ♪
- [phone ringing]

♪ Get a clue
There's nothing you can't do ♪

♪ Rock the beat ♪

- [on phone] Hey, sunshine.
- Morning, Jen.

- Awake yet?
- Now I am.

♪ Nothing's ever quite
what it seems ♪

♪ Just look
a little closer at me ♪

♪ Wake up, who knew?
It's me, it's you
Get a clue ♪

[r'n'b music plays]

- Hey.
- Hi.

So, what's
your outfit du jour?

I've narrowed it
down to two. Ready?

♪ Can't you see, baby
Or are you so blind ♪

♪ Ever since day one ♪

Hmm. Don't care much
for that one.

Okay...
There's this timeless ensemble.

Now, that I could borrow.
It's trés cute.

You think?

Most definitely. Okay, my turn.

♪ Say you want me
by your side ♪

♪ Lying there at night
I think of you ♪

- ♪ If cupid had a heart ♪
- Oh, three words. Fab-u-lous!

- Thanks, Jen.
- See you. You know where.

As always.

♪ If cupid had a heart
He would hear my call ♪

♪ I want him to know ♪

I don't get it, Dad.
If you don't like that paper,
why do you read it every day?

Because I'm a reporter, Taylor.
I'm curious.

Besides, it's important to keep
your eye on the competition.

The Daily Examiner
is a competitor
to The New York Times?

- Yes, I know it's hard
to believe, but true.
- I read it religiously.

Is it crispy, Gilda,
the way I like it?

- Like charcoal briquettes.
- Great. Thank you.

Would you pass the bacon?

[sighs] Turn your high
beams off before you force me
to do it for you.

Can you two get along
while I'm out of town?

I can try, but it's been my
experience that she can't.

I assure you, can't and won't
are two very different things.

- Lex, this is your
article in the paper.
- What?

Yuck, it's a gooey
love picture.

I can't believe it.

I submitted this to the Junior
Journalist column weeks ago,
and they actually ran it.

You've been selected.
This is wonderful.

Oh, it is, honey.
They ran your photo.

I used Taylor's digital spy
camera. It shoots pictures
from around the corner.

- What's the article about, Lex?
- You used my camera?

It's just a story
about Miss Dawson and her
friendship with Mr. Walker.

They're both
teachers at Millington.

Ah, sounds like
a human interest piece.

Yeah, definitely human interest.

[coughing] Gossip.

[phone rings]

Hello? Yes,
she'll be right down.

We'll celebrate when I get back.

We'll go shopping on Madison
Avenue. Just the two of us.

Sounds like fun. I better go.

Ma, why don't you
take Lexy with you?

I wish I could
take you all with me.

Well, it's time
to leave.

I trust that everything's gonna
run smoothly while I'm away.

Doesn't it always?

You have a
successful trip.

- Bye, girls.
- Bye, Mom. Love you.

Be good in school.

Cool.

Yeah.

No way.

- [girl #1] Hey, Lexy.
- [girl #2] Hey, Lexy.

- [girl #3] Hi, Lexy.
- Hey.

What's up?

Congratulations, Lexy. It's so
exciting. The Daily Examiner!

Mr. Walker and Miss Dawson?
No way.

- Who knew?
- What a scandal.

You shine, Lexy.

Thanks, guys.

- Hey.
- Hi.

- Hey, Lex.
- Hey.

[Lexy] Oh, my gosh,
there's Mr. Walker.

I don't know what Miss Dawson
sees in him. [scoffs]

And that hideous green coat.

Hi, Mr. Walker.

Oh... Lexy.

Hi. Um... so I'll e-mail that
to you right away, Jack.

Thank you.

Mr. Walker.

[Lexy] That's Miss Stern,
the control freak
admissions officer.

May a speak with you a moment?

Uh, certainly, uh, Miss Stern.

Um, I'll see you both in class.

That was, uh, some article.

Oh, you saw it?

Yeah. Hedda Hopper
had nothing on you.

Hedda who?

And you call yourself a writer.
You should know.

She was the most famous
gossip columnist ever.

I am not a gossip columnist.

I give advice. The article
in The Daily Examiner
is a human interest piece.

Right. Sure it is.

Ew. [scoffs]

[boy] All right,
so what's your secret?

If I told you, it wouldn't
be a secret, would it, Gabe?

How'd you get that shot of
Mr. Walker? He won't even allow
his picture in the yearbook.

You know what they say: "A good
reporter is always on the job."

- Hi, Gabe.
- Hey, Jennifer.

Bye, Gabe.

How excited are you
about getting your article
in The Daily Examiner?

- Everyone's talking about it.
- Jack Downey just trashed it.

[scoffs] Of course he did.
He's so jealous.

- You think?
- Come on.

You snapped an amazing picture
of your teacher's good side,

then you wrote a killer article
about their secret romance,

and it happened to run in
a major New York newspaper.

Think about it.
The editor of the school paper

is upstaged by
a member of his own staff.

- He's dying over this.
- You're so right, Jen. Thanks.

- What are friends for?
- So true.

Do you think Miss Dawson
saw the picture?

[Lexy] I don't know.
It's hard to tell.

May I have your
attention, please?

Hello!

As you know, it's Career Week,
and we're very honored

to have the participation
of so many talented parents.

I want your complete
attention when they present.

Now, our first speaker

is a 12-year
veteran of the CIA,

with 10 years as
a covert operations officer.

Everyone, let's give
a big round of applause for

Mrs. Sommerville.

Thank you, Miss Dawson.

The life of
a CIA operations officer

can be a very
exciting one.

You get to travel the world,
explore different cultures,

meet lots of
interesting people.

But it's a lonely life,

filled with empty hotel rooms

and late-night meals
in two-bit diners.

You begin to miss your cat.

[bell ringing]

[boy #1]
I could write one too.

[boy #2] Jack, could you come
here and look at these mock-ups?

Ugh, I think my brain is in
meltdown. Can we go home yet?

What will people in this school
do without me? Listen to this.

"Dear Lexy, my friend
and I had a fight.

We made up, but the mean
things she said still hurt.

What should I do?
Signed, Bummed Out."

This is a bummer. What will
you prescribe, Dr. Gold?

Well, she has to be honest
and tell her how she feels.

- That's what I'd do with you.
- And I with you.

Then, she should reward
herself for speaking out

by picking up a cute
little jelly roll handbag.

- [Jen] Excellent advice.
- [scoffs]

She'll feel better in no time.

Definitely.

Okay, everyone,
time for our weekly meeting.

Now, our first
order of business,

as most of you
are already aware...

Lexy Gold was honored today
by The Daily Examiner,

which published
an article and photograph

she submitted to their
Junior Journalism section.

Let's give her
a round of applause.

- All right.
- Yeah.

Your editor, Jack Downey, would
now like to say a few words.

I would?

Uh, I mean,
yeah, I would.

Thank you, Mr. Goldblum. Uh...

I guess I'd just like to say
that we're all proud

when one of our own is
able to make their way
onto a more visible platform.

Especially a colleague from one
of our, well, softer news areas.

[girl scoffs]

[girl]
So, congratulations, Lexy.

Today The Daily Examiner,
tomorrow The Post.

- Yeah, congratulations.
- Yeah.

- Goddess on the mountaintop.
- Thanks, Jen.

I'm gonna need your copy if
you want to make the next issue.

- This story's kind of old news.
- You know what, Jack?

I actually
owe you a thank you.

It was because you
wouldn't run my story

that I sent it to The Daily
Examiner in the first place.

[students laugh] Ooh.

[Mr. Walker]
Gertrude, you startled me.

[Miss Dawson]
I need to talk to you.

[stammering] What more
is there to say?

I just don't understand.

[Mr. Walker] Don't talk so loud,
okay?

I-I... I never...

I never meant
to hurt you.

Oh, really?
Then what did you mean to do?

What changed?
We made all those plans.

Orlando, I love you.

Okay, well,
I don't love you.

That's what's changed.
Can you understand that?

I guess
I'm gonna have to try.

I'm sorry I ever met you.

If you think I'll continue
to pass you in these halls,

you're sadly mistaken.

One of us has to
leave Millington,

and I assure you
it's not going to be me.

Hi, Miss Dawson.

Hi, Lexy.

Hey, you.
About ready for bed?

Yeah. I just have to finish
answering mail for my column.

There just aren't
enough hours in the day.

Sorry I missed dinner.

The press conference
I was covering ran long.

The mayor was asking state
legislators to increase aid

to city schools, and let's just
say things didn't go very well.

It's okay, Dad.
That sounds pretty important.

Well, not as important as you.
Bedtime.

And how was your day?

It was okay.

Hmm. I, um...

...read your article.

Nice job. It's well written.

You've got a good theme.

I'd call it a heartwarming
piece of journalism.

- Really?
- Absolutely.

Dad, have you ever
written something that,

I don't know, caused
something else to happen?

Sure. That's what journalism is
all about, and you'll get there.

This is good work, Lex.
You should be proud.

I'm proud.
I'm really proud. I just...

I want to write a hard news
piece, you know? Like you do.

You don't start with hard news.
You work your way up to it.
That's what I did.

How?

Well, let's see. I was
working at The Mercury Herald

in the classifieds
when I got a lead on something.

I did a little investigation
on my own and discovered

a toxic waste dump was hidden

underneath
the local burger joint.

So I pitched the story
to the editor, and made
the front page of The Herald.

After that,
they made me staff writer.

Wow.

There's stories
all around you, Lex.

You just have to keep
your eyes open,

and when you get a hunch
about something, investigate it.

- I think I can do that.
- I know you can do that.

You'll be amazed what hard work,

imagination and a little
luck will bring you.

- Good night.
- Hugs and kisses, Dad.

Hugs and kisses,
my sweet girl.

[reporter]
...in or around the vehicle.

As you can see behind me,
the vehicle is a
light-colored sedan.

Anyone who may have
seen what happened...

- How you doin', man?
- Good. Thanks.

Lexy, sweetie, wake up.

Huh? Dad, what time is it?

Honey, I've got something to
tell you and it's not very easy.

I just got a call from one
of the editors at the paper,

and apparently your
teacher, Mr. Walker...

He's missing.

Wait. What happened?

There isn't much
information yet,

but they did find his car in the
East River early this morning.

Oh, my gosh.
[stammering] And Mr. Walker?

He hasn't been found yet.

There's a lot of speculation,
but things don't look very good.

This is gonna be a tough day for
you. Why don't you get ready,

and I'll walk you to school.

Wow. I can't...
I can't believe this.

[phone rings]

Jen! Jen, wake up!

- Huh?
- Mr. Walker... he's missing.

He's what?

[Lexy] News of Mr. Walker's
bizarre disappearance

spread faster than word
of a Barney's Warehouse sale.

All I know is, if he set foot
into that toxic river,

he's gonna need
a serious head-to-toe
hydro-exfoliation body wrap.

Even the fish
refuse to live there.

Jeez, there's a lot
of cameras here.

I hope they get my good side.

♪ Whoa-whoa
That girl can dance ♪

♪ Oh, the justifier ♪

♪ She be givin' up the funk
till the day she die ♪

The good thing
about being in mourning
is that black is always in.

I know. Whoever thought of that
was so far ahead of their time.

I can't believe all the coverage
Mr. Walker's getting.

Who would have thought
he was so popular?

[Lexy] Miss Stern's outfit
is to die for, literally.

Isn't it strange that
the day after my article runs,
he just disappears?

Yeah.
It's a real shame.

A shame? It's too weird.

- All right, Lexy, so what's
the scoop on Mr. Walker?
- What?

Come on. I know you have
the inside story. Where is he?

I have no idea, Gabe, but you're
really starting to bug me.

Well, as you all know, we've had
a bit of a crisis in our school.

Mr. Walk... [clears throat]

Mr. Walker... [clears throat]

Nonetheless, classes will
continue for the time being.

Now, our next
guest speaker is here.

He is
a small-business owner

who is
an award-winning taxidermist.

Everyone, Mr. Greenblatt.

[Lexy] Poor Miss Dawson.
The man she loves is missing,

and even worse, yesterday
he told her to take a hike.

She must be wiggin'.
A deep-tissue massage

at the Peacock Spa
would do her wonders.

- [gasps]
- Now, if at all possible,

wrap your fish in a wet towel.

- Then...
- Excuse me, Miss Dawson.

Is Lexy Gold here?

Me?

[clears throat]

Ah. Alexandra Gold?

Am I in trouble
for something?

No, no. I was wondering if
I could ask you a few questions.

I'm Detective Potter.
Please sit down.

How do I know you're
really a detective?

[grunts]

Oh.

Now, I understand you write

a gossip column
for the school newspaper?

It's an advice column.

You may have special
knowledge about a relationship

between Mr. Walker and Miss
Dawson. Is that correct?

[scoffs]

Oh.

Before I go any further, I just
want to say congratulations

on your article in
yesterday's Daily Examiner.

- It was most impressive.
- Oh, you saw it?

Oh, yes. What a great photo.
Did you take it?

Yes, I did. Thank you.

You know, up until my article
ran, I was the only one

who knew how in love
Mr. Walker and Miss Dawson were.

Well, I told
my best friend Jennifer.

And then yesterday...

What happened yesterday?

Well, they broke up.

Actually, he broke up with her.
Miss Dawson was really upset.

- You witnessed this?
- Well, they were arguing,

and she said one of them
would have to leave Millington,

and it wasn't
gonna be her.

You know,
she might be a big help.

I'll be in touch if
I have any further questions.

Um, Detective Potter, sir,

has anyone ever told you you'd
look better without the knobs?

Uh... no.

Well, I really think
you should consider it.

Uh, that'll be all, Miss Gold.
Thank you for your time.

The pleasure was mine.

Miss Dawson.
I'm Detective Potter.

Please have a seat.

Did you find him?

No, not yet.

So who are you
eavesdropping on this time?

Shh. There's a detective
in there with Miss Dawson.

[Potter] I have it
from more than one source

that you and Mr. Walker
had romantic ties.

- Is that true?
- [Miss Dawson] Yes, it is.

When'd you last see Mr. Walker?

Um...

- Well, yesterday afternoon.
- Mm-hmm.

Did he seem angry?
Was he upset?

He was perfectly fine.

Really? I learned from one
of your students that you had

an altercation with
Mr. Walker yesterday

and threatened him if
he did not leave this school.

Is that accurate?

Would you mind coming downtown
with me for further questioning?

Think I'd better
contact my lawyer.

Oh, no. That detective thinks
that Miss Dawson has something

to do with
Mr. Walker's disappearance,
and it's all my fault.

Don't flatter yourself.
She's the lead suspect,
even without your big mouth.

The only thing she
is guilty of is loving him.
That's definitely a crime.

Why can't you tell it like
it is? She threatened him.
We both heard it.

She didn't. She only said
this school wasn't big
enough for the two of them.

Besides, she's too
petite to murder anyone.

Well, didn't you ever
hear of Lizzie Borden?

I think I've heard
of Dizzie Borden.

Look, I don't believe
Miss Dawson killed Mr. Walker.

So who did?

I don't know. Who said he
was murdered? There's no body.

They found his car,
but no Mr. Walker.

Anything could've happened.
He could've been taken hostage.

Okay, Nancy Drew, I think
you been sleuthing around
just a little too long.

I'm gonna get to the
bottom of this, and it's
gonna be front-page news.

You don't know the first
thing about Mr. Walker.

I'm the only one who knows him,
much less cares about him.

You know, you're right.

As much as it pains me
to say this, Jack,

I think we should team up
and investigate this together.

- What's the point of that?
- Two heads are better than one.

If you help me, I know we can
crack this case wide open.

Are you serious?

If you care about
Mr. Walker, you have
a funny way of showing it.

Are you just gonna
sit back and do nothing?

Oh, man. How can someone so
selfish make me feel so guilty?

It's a gift.

Okay, but you gotta promise
not to tell anyone, right?

Relax. Who am I gonna tell?

♪ Welcome to the party ♪

[horns honking]

♪ Ooh, whoa, whoa, whoa
Welcome to the party ♪

♪ Ooh, whoa, whoa, whoa
Out of your mind... ♪

- Oh, I knew it.
- Knew what?

That you liked him.

Come on. This is
strictly business.

I told Jack I'd call tomorrow
with the time we'd meet.

You've got his number?
Mm-hmm. Cute.

[Lexy] So, Jen, what do
you know about Jack?

[Jen] Not much. I'm not
interested, but you should be.

[Lexy] What?

Get a clue.
He likes you.

- That's why he treats you like
a reject from the outlet mall.
- Thanks.

Oh, come on,
I think he's kinda cute.

He's tall, mysterious.
Just your type.

That's not possible, Jen.
I don't have a type.

Hey, Dad.

Hey, honey. How was school?

Okay.

So, have you heard
any news about Mr. Walker?

They won't tell us
anything at school.

I did hear they sent more
divers to investigate the area
where they retrieved his car,

but I don't think
they're gonna find much.

There's a strong current.

If you were covering this story,
where would you start?

Well, a good reporter
always starts

by looking into the subject's
background for information.

What kind?

Anything that seems
out of the ordinary,

'cause sometimes when
you compile a lot of facts,

- it leads to answers.
- That sounds like
detective work.

Good reporters
are like detectives.

But they can't
rely on police alone.

They've gotta do
their own investigation.

Yeah. That really makes sense.

Hmm. No, wait a minute.

I can see
your wheels turning.

Mr. Walker's disappearance
is not a human interest piece.

It's a serious case.

Which means I don't
want you to get involved.

Come on, Dad.
I was just curious.

Don't worry. Hakuna Matata.

- Who goes there?
- Who do you think?

Be nice or get lost.

May I please come in?

What do you want?

Oh, nothing, really.
I just thought with Mom gone,

I'd check on you, see how you're
doing. You know, because I care.

What do you think, I'm an idiot?

Well, actually...

I like what you've
done with the place.

But what's
all this junk for?

It's not junk.
It's important stuff.

This is important?

It's a stealth listening device.

It means secret.

Listen through here.
Put it on your ear.

- [in earpiece] Hey!
- Ow! [scoffs]

Pretty cool, huh? And this is my
favorite. A wrist walkie-talkie.

You've gotta have it for
hands-free agent-to-agent
communication.

Where do you get all
this stuff from, anyway?

- The corner spy shop.
- Never heard of it.

It's right across the street
from where Ma takes Pilates.

This stuff is amazing.

Hey!

Look, silly.

Hey, that's cool.
How'd you figure that out?

My dorky sister has
something like it at home.

Can I help you guys?

Uh, yes. We're lookin'
for some spy equipment.

You've come to the right place.
Let me show you something.

[electronic beeping]

Rear-view glasses. Cool.

[scoffs]

What's up with this?

Well, I was in the neighborhood,
and I just thought I'd stop by.

- What's he doing here?
- Who?

Oh, him?

Yeah, that would be
the "he" I'm referring to.

There's actually
a really good reason why...

Hear me out, Lexy. Look,
it's only a matter of time

before Dan Rather and
Diane Sawyer show up to cover

Mr. Walker's disappearance,
but... I'm gonna have
the exclusive story.

You're gonna have the story?
It's my story.

Hey, what's goin' on here?
What are they doin' here?

Y-Yeah, what are
you guys doing here?

In about two seconds,
you both are gonna worship me.

Are you ready? Gabe lives across
the street from Miss Dawson.

And your point is?

Well, if we watch
her for a few days

and nothing
suspicious takes place,

maybe we can
clear her name.

Or prove she had something to do
with Mr. Walker's disappearance.

- Exactly.
- [squeaking]

Cool camera.

So make yourselves
at home, guys.

I'll get the menu book,
and we can order some lunch.

Wow.

So this is how
the other half lives.

[Jen] Okay, so, um,
what's next, Lex?

[scoffs]

Okay, our mission is to identify
any suspicious activity

- or clues that might tell us
what happened to Mr. Walker.
- All right.

Now, even though we have
all this equipment,

nothing can substitute for
our eyes, ears and intuition.

That's right. I think
we should divide and conquer.

Good idea. I propose that
Jennifer and I go to Walker's
house to search for clues

while you two go to Gabe's and
keep watch over Dawson's place.

- Did you get Walker's address?
- Yeah, it's in Carroll Gardens.

That's in Brooklyn.

Brooklyn? I am not
schlepping out to Brooklyn.

Jennifer, a good spy does not
question her assignment.

So what?
I'm not a good spy. I'll live.

I guess I'm going with you.

Oh, I was afraid of that.

- What are you doing?
- What does it look like
I'm doing? Calling a car.

Are you crazy?
The big game's tonight.

Traffic's gonna be
bumper-to-bumper.

Besides, showing up in
a big hunkin' Richmobile,

we'll stick out
like two sore thumbs.

I say the subway's
the only way to go.

Darn! You made me
dial the wrong number.

Right. I made you
dial the wrong number.

[busy signal]

You've never been on
the subway before, have you?

[scoffs]

Please! Of course I have.
I take it all the time.

Uh-huh. So let's go.

Lexy!

Jen, come on up.

Okay, this is so not a photo op.

Okay, come on. Let's go.

Hold on, I'm just making
some technical adjustments.

All right.

Okay.

Wow, this is some library.

Huh? Oh, yeah, it's my,
uh, lifetime collection.

"Gabe's Birth"?

You mean, you even
have that on tape?

Oh, yeah. My dad just
got me started really young,

- and I've just been
recording things ever since.
- Impressive.

Okay.

Everything's about set up.

And... action.

Oh, this is so exciting.

Maybe she's not home.

Yeah, yeah, you...

You just have to sit
and wait and... yeah.

Yes, I made it.
I can't wait to tell Jennifer.

Wow.

How interesting.

What a riot. I mean, who knew?

Okay. It's this way.

Uh, actually, it's this way.

Pardon me, but do you see
this paper in my hands?

It's called a map,
and according to it,

- Mr. Walker's
house is that way.
- Right.

Well, you know, first of all...

Here you go. And second
of all, it's that way.

I've been there before.

Look! She's home.

I love this
exercise tape!

Are you crazy?
She might be a murderer.

I feel like
a store mannequin.

You mean like
a dummy on display.

Uh, excuse us, sir.

Hey, didn't that man's coat
look like the one

that Mr. Walker
used to wear?

I don't know. I didn't notice.

[Lexy] I'm sure that was
Mr. Walker's coat.

How many of those
hideous green frocks
could there be in one city?

Yeah, at the beginning
of the school year,

I came here to pick up
Mr. Walker's old computer.
He was giving it to me.

That's it right there.

[man] I'll call you later.

- Oh, my gosh. Look!
- It's Miss Stern.

I'm surprised she
doesn't have a nosebleed

from being
south of 14th Street.

- That's funny, you don't
seem to have a nosebleed.
- Ha-ha.

What's Miss Stern
doing at Mr. Walker's?

Wait a minute. I did see them

having a weird conversation
the day before he disappeared.

- Yeah?
- Well, that's
sort of suspicious.

Suspicious of what?

I don't know.
I'm just pointing it out.

Let's, uh,
check out Mr. Walker's.

Should we go in?

Well, we, uh, came all
the way over here, didn't we?

It's as if he were just here.

You know, I really like
this sleuthing thing. I think
I could be pretty good at it.

[cat shrieks,
glass breaks, dog barks]

Uh, okay, I'm scared. Let's go.

Whoa, we just got here.
Let's look around a little bit.

Right.

Look at this. "N.P."

I wonder what that stands for.

[screaming]

[snoring]

Gabe, look! Gabe.

Who is that?

[both] Mr. Goldblum?

Detective Meany.

And you two are
on private property.

Do you realize
that's against the law?

- No. No, sir.
- No, we didn't. Of course not.

It is. Now who are you,
and what are you doing here?

I-I'm Lexy Gold
and this is Jack Downey.

We're students
of Mr. Walker's.

Is he alive, sir?

That's... police business,

but if you know anything
about his disappearance,

I suggest
you tell me now.

Oh, w-we don't...
we don't know anything, sir.

Are you absolutely
positive about that?

[stammering] Of course we're
absolutely positive about that.

Hmm.

Do you have the time?

Yeah, it's, uh...
It's half past 3:00.

How long have you been doing
this? You know, police work?

Did you say it's half past
3:00? 'Cause we're late
for dinner.

It's a little early
for dinner, isn't it, Jack?

Well, did you know
that it's better to eat
big meals early in the day?

It's good for your
digestive system.

No. I didn't know that.

So, uh, we gotta get
all the way across town...

Uh, so,
we-we got to go.

Well, I guess we'll be
seeing you, detective.

Right. Uh, so, we-we
gotta go. Uh, goodbye.

Have you completely
lost your mind?

I've never seen this side of
you. You're scared, aren't you?

I'm not scared. I-I didn't
wanna upset the detective.
He seemed kinda strange.

That's because
he was not a detective.

What? And you
know this because?

Because a New York detective
could never afford

a platinum watch, a Pumoni suit
and alligator boots.

Huh? A private detective
can have wealthy clients

and tons of money,
especially in New York.

Maybe, maybe not.

Besides, how can you
tell a Pumoni suit
from across the room?

Trust me, I can spot
a knockoff from a mile away.

And that was the real thing.
Same with the watch. The best.

Fine platinum band
with 18-carat accents
and mother-of-pearl dials

that allow you to check any
two time zones simultaneously.
It's the ultimate in chic.

Just call it my New York
sensibility hard at work.

Wow, who'd of thought
that your insane obsession
with material objects

- would actually come in handy?
- I'll take that
as a compliment.

Hey, do you think that
Miss Stern and this Meany guy

are in on
something together?

I don't know, but let's
run a check on him.

Good idea. We'll go
back to my house.

Nah, we're going to my place.
It's right here.

You live in Brooklyn?
Why didn't you say so?

No one ever asked. Everyone
assumes if you go to Millington,

you have a doorman and
a summer house and all that.

We don't. I'm at
Millington on a scholarship.

Really?

Hi, Mrs. Jenrette.

Hi, Jack.

Yeah, really.

Look, Brooklyn's not fancy
like the Upper East Side, okay?

I like it here.
Everybody's cool.

I bet you don't know
your neighbors, right?

We don't have neighbors,
'cause we own the whole floor.

But I did meet the people
below us when I overflowed
the bathtub once.

Right. Overflowed
the bathtub. Come on.

Hey, Ma, I'm home!

[Mrs. Downey]
Hello.

What's your mom doing home
in the middle of the day?

She's an
emergency-room nurse.

She works the night shift.
She's got the days off.

Really?

Something smells amazing.

Yeah, she's a great cook.

- She cooks?
- Yeah. Come on.

- Hello.
- Hi, Ma.

Uh, this is my friend
Lexy from school.

Hello, Lexy.
Nice to meet you.

You, too, Mrs. Downey.

I'm running behind.
Would you do the dishes later?

Yeah, sure, Ma.

Would you like a lemon square?

Mmm.

This is delicious.

Thank you.

So, what are
you two working on?

- Uh, it's just a...
- School project.

A school project. Right.
So we'll be upstairs.

Oh, all right.

- Okay.
- Nice to meet you, Lexy.

You, too.

That's my brother.

- You have a brother?
- Yeah, that's Todd.

- Does he live here?
- Nah.

- Where is he?
- He's in the navy.

Oh, really?

Yeah. He's, uh,
stationed in Hawaii.

Oh, it's so wonderful there.
The Grand Makiki is to die for.

I had the best facial ever,
last time I was there.

What's your favorite island?

I wouldn't know.
I've never been to Hawaii.

Oh.

Todd and I used to share
this room before he went away.

You must miss him.

Yeah, I do.

So where's your dad?

Well, he-he died
a couple years ago.

Oh, my gosh.
I'm so sorry, Jack.

No, it's okay. Well,
he was sick for a long time,

but we took
good care of him.

Must've been really hard.

It, uh... It was really okay.

I loved my dad.

Yeah, uh, let's
check out Meany, huh?

Here.

So, what are all
these trophies for?

I like to bowl.

I hear that you have
to wear shoes that
other people have worn.

You know, real bowlers
have their own shoes.

I'm not sure, but I think
they have their own
socks and underwear, too.

But that's the
really good bowlers.

Is this the computer
that Mr. Walker gave you?

- Mm-hmm.
- I can see why. It's ancient.

It looks like there's
a Charles Meany licensed

as a New York State
private detective.

Well, there could be
more than one Charles Meany,

or he could be lying.

Or this could be
the Charles Meany we met today.

It could be.

- That's not possible.
- What's not possible?

I have an e-mail.

Oh, yes, that is a surprise,
but you must have some friends.

Who's it from?

It's from Mr. Walker.

What? Wait a minute.
Hold on. What is that?

It's a letter of
recommendation he promised

for my Millington
scholarship renewal.

This is so weird. The letter
was dated four days ago,

but it wasn't sent
until yesterday.

[Lexy] How does
a dead man send e-mail?

- Hey, Lexy, I just
thought of something.
- What?

- Well, this was Mr. Walker's
computer, right?
- Yeah.

Look at this.
"Nicholas Petrossian." N.P.

The initials on the briefcase
at Mr. Walker's house.

[beeping]

Lexy's paging us to meet her
back at her place.

And watching Miss Dawson
was getting so good.

Okay, I'd better leave
the camera running so
we can check it out later.

Let's see if
anything happens.

Whoa, so Mr. Walker's real
name is Nicholas Petrossian?

Well, you can't blame him
for changing a name like that.

- Hey, you think
I could change my name?
- Sure, why not?

Okay, you guys, let's
review today's developments.

Now, we saw Miss Stern
leave Mr. Walker...

I mean, Petrossian's
apartment in Brooklyn,

where a dubious detective
claimed to be "on the case."

Mr. Goldblum was in
Miss Dawson's apartment.

And some homeless guy
in Brooklyn was wearing
Mr. Walker's jacket.

That is so bizarre.
Oh, what was Miss Stern wearing?

It was hard to tell.

Excuse me.
Who cares?

- Can we continue?
- [Jen] Whatever.

- Go right ahead.
- Okay.

We don't know why Miss Stern
was at Mr. Walker's apartment.

Let's not forget she had
an argument with Mr. Walker
right before he disappeared.

- [Gabe] Yeah.
- Totally fishy.

My thought exactly, Jen.
Now, this detective, it was...

Well, what's wrong with him?

Well, nothing really.
He was just sort of creepy,

and he dressed way too
flashy to be a detective.

Cameron Diaz dressed pretty
flashy in Charlie's Angels.

[Gabe laughs]

Jen...

Okay. It looks like
Mr. Goldblum is somehow, uh...

...involved with Miss Dawson?

But just yesterday,
Mr. Walker broke her heart.

And then she threatened him.

Juicy, isn't it?

Maybe Goldblum and Dawson
conspired to get rid of Walker.

What's their motive?
Just because he was
at Dawson's house...

With his arm around her.
Mm-hmm.

He was jealous.

But how do we explain
this homeless guy?

I don't know, but there
can't be more than one

hideous Aussie coat
like that in New York City.

Maybe the guy just found it.

[computer beeps]

- No way.
- What you got here, Jack?

I ran a search on Nicholas
Petrossian, and this came up
in The Arizona Dispatch.

"Nicholas Petrossian, a banker,
mysteriously disappeared,

and he may be dead.

Recently, he was charged
with fraud and embezzlement."

[Jack] "Petrossian is survived
by his mother who resides
in Brighton Beach, New York."

I say we pay
her a visit.

Sure. I'll work on
getting her address.

[bell ringing]

You should have seen my outfit.
It was so cute

that everyone stared at me.

I wore these adorable
black Capri pants

with this leopard-print T-shirt
and these chunky shoes...

[Lexy] Hmm. Maybe I've
underestimated Jack
all this time.

I mean, there's a lot more
to him than I thought.

It must be hard for him to go
to school so far from home.

And with his brother gone
and his dad...

I don't know what
I'd do without my dad.
But his mom's really sweet.

I'd call them your classic
Mary-Janes, with thick soles,

a Velcro strap and square toes.
Your basic Prada knockoffs.

[Lexy] He always seems
to be alone. I wonder who
his best friend is.

I really like
spending time with Jack.

Oop! Oh, my gosh!
What am I saying?

- [Jack] I got it.
- [Jen] What?

Mrs. Petrossian's address.

Are you serious?
How'd you do that?

I used a little Brooklyn common
sense. I checked the phone book.

- No way.
- Way.

Yeah, she was listed
in the white pages.

I think we should
go after school.

- Okay.
- All right.

- I knew it.
- What?

Come on, Jen. This is work.

- You mean, it's working.
- What's working?

Oh, you so like Jack.
Can't you just admit it?

That's it
right over there.

Oh, how cute!
They have a wishing well.

Hi. Sorry to bother you, ma'am.
We're looking for the mother
of a Nicholas Petrossian.

There's no one here
by that name.

It's not a name you forget.
Maybe if you give it thought...

I'm sorry.

- [man] Let 'em in.
- What are you thinking?

- They're okay, Mom.
- Don't do this.

[both] Mr. Walker!

Come on.

Would you care for something?
The eel is wonderful.

Very fresh. I'd say it was
swimming around this morning.

Oh, no, thank you.

- Hmm?
- I just ate.

Okay.

Yeah.

That's a stunning
pendant you're wearing.

Oh, yeah? Well, thank you.

Years ago, I found it in
a little junk shop outside Reno.

I bought it with
the nickels I won on the slots.

I can't believe
you're alive, Mr. Walker.

We were
thinking the worst.

Yeah, what's going on,
Mr. Walker?

Well, it's complicated.

I tried to talk him out of this,

but he's just as
stubborn as his father was.

You don't want
to get me started.

- Thank you, Mom.
- Yeah.

Do you wanna fill us in on
the fraud and embezzlement
you were charged with in '87?

We found out
about that.

I shouldn't be surprised. You've
always done your homework.

But I'm not guilty.
I was framed.

Oh, you can say that again.

[Mr. Walker]
Back in the '80s, I was a
young, eager banker in Arizona,

working hard, trying to claw
my way up the corporate ladder.

I had just landed a really big,
important account,

and everyone started taking
notice, especially Granville.

I was on top of the world.

Gentlemen!

[Lexy] Who's Granville?

[Walker] Oh, he was my boss.

[Mrs. Walker]
I never liked that man.

[Walker] Mother, please.

Aces!

[Walker] Well, it was
short-lived, anyway.

Very soon after,

somebody stole $10 million
out of that new account

and put it into
a foreign account in my name.

I was framed for the theft.

Why didn't you withdraw it
and turn it in to the police?

Well, I immediately went to do
that, but the account was empty.

And you never found out
who framed you?

No. Lots of people
had access to the account.

What about the money?
No idea where it went?

Not a clue.
I sure wish I did, though.

How does $10 million
just disappear?

[Walker] I knew that the police
would soon show up, so I ran,

but someone came after me
and stalked me for months,

leaving me
threatening messages,

accusing me of robbing
the foreign account.

[Mrs. Walker] Someday,
the person who did this

is gonna get
a piece of my mind.

He's gonna regret
the day he was born.

It was a nightmare.
[sighs]

I had to take drastic action,
and I faked my own death

in order to shake
off my pursuer.

Nicholas Petrossian was kaput.

And you created a whole new you.

Yeah. Uh, Orlando
Walker was a teacher

who had died the year
before I came to town.

When I acquired his identity,
I became a teacher too.

And I loved it, you know? I
settled into my new life and...

...things went
back to normal.

Then I met Miss Dawson.

Oh, she's the bee's knees.

- Egg salad?
- Pumpernickel.

[both] My favorite!

I went head over heels.
And everything was going great

until Lexy's article
appeared in the newspaper.

Oh, my gosh. You were found
because of my picture.

I'm so sorry, Mr. Walker.
I never had any intentions
of hurting you.

I know you didn't, Lexy.

Anyway, that afternoon, I felt
somebody was following me.

And when I got home,
I found this note.

It had rained
and the ink smudged,

so it's
hard to read.

[Jack] "I know who you are.

...under the palm...

...lobby at... hotel,
Saturday... at 2 p.m.

You'll pay. If you don't pay,
your girlfriend will."

You're being blackmailed,
Mr. Walker.

It looks like you're
supposed to show up

at some hotel
on Saturday at 2 p.m.

If you don't, something
might happen to Miss Dawson.

And I have to figure out
what hotel that is.

Do you know
who wrote this note?

Uh, whoever framed me
way back when.

Well, right now, we can't assume
anyone is innocent until we have
this mystery person cornered.

So if we find out what lobby
we're supposed to be at,
we can find the mystery person.

Yes, and I need to be there

so that no harm
comes to Miss Dawson.

Mr. Walker, you have
to come out in the open.

If you don't, how are you
ever gonna marry Miss Dawson?

I'd love to marry her.

Oh, that's so sweet!

Well, we need to find out
which hotel it is, and then
we can just use you as bait.

What are you doing here?

I live here, you geek. I mean,
may I please have a moment?

The suspense is killing me.
What do you want?

Out of the kindness of my heart,
I've decided to clue you in.

Come on.

Anything on the disk?

Just air.

[Lexy and Taylor]
Let's go to work.

[Lexy] "I know who you are. Meet
me under the palm in the lobby

at the Fairmark Hotel,
Saturday at 2 p.m."

- The Fairmark!
- Oh, yes!

- [Mr. Gold] Kids, you in there?
- [Taylor] Dad!

Hey, what's going on?

- Oh, hi, Dad.
- Mr. Gold.

What are you guys doing?

- Um... yeah.
- Just learning
some new dance steps.

It's shuffle-ball-change,
Taylor, not change-ball-shuffle.

- You're such an idiot.
- I know you really are.

Okay, well, uh,
I'm gonna go

and prepare for
tomorrow's assignment.

- Bye, Dad!
- Love you.

Okay, let's get
ahold of Mr. Walker.

We just need to stake out
the Fairmark at 2 p.m. tomorrow.

Hi, Dad. Bye, Dad.

- Hold up, honey.
- What's up?

There's been some
troubling developments
concerning Mr. Walker.

"Police today have announced
that missing schoolteacher,

Orlando Walker, may be a wanted
embezzler, in hiding since 1987.

A spokesperson for
the police department says

that Walker faces many years
of prison if convicted.

A sizable reward has
been posted for information

regarding
Mr. Walker's whereabouts."

- Oh, my gosh.
- I'm sorry, honey.

You can't always
tell a book by its cover.

Well, does it say there
if anyone knows where he is?

No. Apparently,
he's still missing.

Great! I mean, I'm late.
I gotta go, Dad.

- Have a nice day. Bye, Gilda!
- Bye, dear!

- Lexy!
- Yeah?

I thought you could
use these walkie-talkies.

I picked up some extras.

That's a great idea,
but are you sure?

You may need them.

Thanks.

Good luck.

You know,
I just may keep you.

Bye.

Okay. Are you ready?

I think those kids
are up to no good.

[Gabe] Hmm. That looks
pretty good over there.

Oh! Come on, Gabe.

[clock chimes]

It's 2:00!
Can you stand it? It's 2:00!

Okay, guys. Places.

No, not Miss Dawson.
I left her a message to lie low,

but she probably
didn't understand.

No. Don't do it, Mr. Walker.

[gasps]
It's Mr. Goldblum!

What?

Or not.

[grunting]

[Lexy] It's that homeless
guy with Mr. Walker's coat.

And look! Mrs. P?

It's Miss Stern!

Is she meeting Mr. Goldblum?

I'm confused.

Okay, are we on some new
TV show with hidden cameras?

- [Jen] Lexy.
- Because I don't care
what the prizes are.

This is getting too insane.

- Lexy!
- What?

Meany!

Petrossian.

Granville. I...

I can't believe it's you.
Y-You did this to me? Why?

I was your best employee,
your-your toughest deal maker.

I never did believe
you were a dead man.

You ruined my life. For all
intents and purposes, I am dead.

[chuckles] Well,
I must say, for a dead man,

you certainly seem
to be enjoying yourself.

[scoffs] Right. Enjoy living my
life on the run. You set me up.

[chuckles]
Of course I did, old boy.

You're such an easy mark.

Why not make it easy
on yourself now and...

...hand it over?

I don't have the money.

Well, of course you don't have
the money, you fool. Just...

Just give me
what belongs to me.

Don't go there, Mr. Walker.

Just trap him.

To make you go away, I'll give
you... half of it right now.

Half.

Half?

What are you
talking about, you fool?

- [feedback]
- Ow!

Who sent you?

Ow! Aah! Oh! Ow!

- Are you okay?
- Yeah. It's just my ankle.

Don't let him get away! Oh!

Okay. You two go up,
and Jack and I will go down.

[panting]

[panting]

[panting]

What the...?

There he is. Come on!

- [Lexy screams]
- [Jack] Look out!

Let's get out of here!

Oh!

Jack! Jack, I'm stuck!

[screaming]

Jack!

Come on!

Wow. Thank you, Jack.

Uh, come on.

Which way do we go?

[muffled scream]

[muffled scream]

Wait here, Jack.

[muffled scream]

[muffled scream]

Hello?

Hello?

[muffled scream]

Hello?

[muffled scream]

Oh, my gosh.
Miss Dawson! Are you okay?

Oof, talk about
a fashion emergency.

I receive
an exclusive invitation

for a free day at the spa,
and this is what it gets me.

What in the world
is going on here?

What are you doing here?

Well, it's a long story.

But, for starters,
Mr. Walker's alive.

- What?
- Well, you're gonna flip
when you hear the details,

but they have to wait.

Right now,
we have to 86 Granville.

He's the guy that issued this
oh-so-exclusive invitation.

Oh, Miss Dawson.

Forgive me for hosing you down
like this, but I've gotta go.

[breathing heavily]

[grunting]

[panting]

- Oh!
- [screams]

Are you okay?

Ladies and gentlemen,
quiet, please.

May I have your attention?

Thank you.

I am pleased
to introduce someone

who has spent
the last four weeks

living undercover as a homeless
man on the streets of Brooklyn.

He's here today
to tell us his story.

Ladies and gentlemen,
city council member Gary Eikare.

- [crowd gasps, applauds]
- [woman] All right, Gary!

I am proud

to stand before you
today as a man

with some small insight into
the poverty on our streets.

Do you see this old coat?

To some, a coat
is merely an accessory,

a fashion statement.

To others, a coat

is a form of shelter.

A means of survival.

This dreary old coat

is practically the only
offering of kindness

I received
in the past month.

A man literally took it
off his back... to keep me warm.

[woman] Good job!

That rag, a form of shelter?
Never thought of it that way.

Well, there's
a first time for everything.

Hey, come on.

Lexy.

Ah.

- Ma'am?
- Oh, get me a cold one, garçon.

Right away.

Oh!

- Mr. Walker!
- Have you seen Miss Dawson?

Um... Oh, there she is.

Hello!

Oh.

Aren't they just
the bee's knees?

We... We lost him.

- [Lexy] What?
- What's going on here?

Oh, hello. We're just
having tea with my grandma.

Come on, guys.

Grandma!
Can I get you a Napoleon?

Oh, thank you, sweetheart.

Hi.

He couldn't have
gotten too far.

[Lexy] Now, everyone, be cool.

Oh, wait. I have an idea.

[electronic beeping]

[gasps]
Jack, there he is.

- Go! Go get him!
- Uh...

Aah! What's this?
Ladies, grab your purses!

[all] Oh!

[gasps] Aah!

[grunting]

Freeze!

[Lexy] Granville Falco,
masquerading as Detective
Meany.

What kind of an alias is that?

Ugh, he was a meany, all right.

We'll see how mean
he is behind bars.

It seems that Miss Stern
liked Mr. Walker,

and she got a little jealous
about Miss Dawson when she saw
the picture in the paper.

She went snooping around
his place to see if he had
disappeared just to avoid her.

Meanwhile, Mr. Goldblum was
being rejected by Miss Dawson.

But as you can see,
he soon set his sights
on Miss Stern, and voilà.

All's well that ends well.

Oh, boy. Mr. Walker's mom.

[chuckles]

Don't they look sweet together?

We just have this teeny-weeny
little problem about
Mr. Walker's future.

I'm pretty sure Miss Dawson
would prefer not to be
married in a prison chapel.

I must say, Detective Potter
looks so much better
without the knobs.

And last but not least, Dad.

[gasps] Dad?

[grumbling]

[Mrs. Walker] I have waited
years for this moment!

I passed two kidney stones
and a case of sciatica

in the time it's taken me
to see you in handcuffs.

I'd have grandchildren by now
if it weren't for you.

You're under arrest for
impersonating an officer

and federal charges of
embezzlement and fraud.

Good riddance.

Someday,
I'll get you, Petrossian.

Sir, I gotta arrest you too.
You're wanted on the same
charge as your pal, here.

But that's your man.
He framed Mr. Walker.

The money disappeared
from his Swiss account.

If you're innocent,
Mr. Petrossian,

what happened to the money?

- I wish I knew.
- Oh, babe.

Mrs. Petrossian,
where did you get that hideo...

I-I mean, extremely
unique bumblebee broach?

Miss Gold,
this is hardly the time.

I'm sorry, but this
really is very important.

Oh, this? Well, let's see.

I've had it since
Reagan was in office.

Actually, I found it.

I had gone to the bank
to meet my son for lunch.

There was a paper bag on
the floor, so I picked it up.

Inside was the most
magnificent piece of jewelry

I had ever seen.

I'm tellin' you, it would've
cost $25 at the flea market.

- Look. Look what I found.
- Oh, wow.

We figured it must belong
to somebody in the bank.

But the next day,
my poor son was on the run.

- I never had a chance
to find the owner.
- ...belongs to anybody?

[Lexy] Everyone behold
a very rare Canary diamond.

It's so rare that
there are less than

30 certified Canary diamonds
around the world.

With its vivid color, unique
shape, and flawless condition,

it's probably
worth around...

...$10 million.

[people gasping]

This is wonderful.

I think that Meany...
Granville...

...took the money out
of the Swiss account.

He put it in there
so he could take it out.

Then he bought the diamond
to hide the money.

I thought you stole it,
Petrossian.

I was taking it to
a safety deposit box,

and then it was gone.

Now give it back to me!

Get him outta here!

Give it back to me!
It's mine!

This isn't fair!
This isn't fair.

Give it back to me!
Mine!

You're a genius, Lexy.

In what part of the brain
do you store this information?

The bauble department.

Have you seen
the morning paper?

Uh, yeah.

[Miss Dawson chuckles]
You made the front page.

That's your byline.

Yeah. I can't believe it.

Maybe you should be one
of my career day speakers.

As a journalist.

Maybe even as a detective.

Well, my dad says they're
both kind of the same.

Orlando and I
want to thank you.

The police have finished
their investigation,

and he's a free man now.

That's wonderful.

Gosh, Miss Dawson, I mean,
I just took my dad's advice.

You'd be amazed at what
hard work, imagination

and a little
luck can bring you.

Maybe we should
invite your dad to speak.

Yeah, that's a great idea.

I gotta go.

I'm meeting Orlando.
He wants to ask me something.

Okay, I'll see you later. Bye.

Oh, my gosh!

[♪ Wedding March]

Hi.

Hi.

Hey. Hi.

Oh, thank you. Thank you.
Ah, thank you, sir.

I'll have grandchildren!

Liking the Dalmatian
look on Mrs. P.

Oh, yes.
That is a tail-wagger.

Uh, is she going
on the honeymoon too?

Bye, everyone!
Bye! Thank you!

Bye! Goodbye! Thank you!

Hey, Gabe. I'm sorry that Diane
aired the story before you did.

Yeah, it's okay.
I got a call into Geraldo.

So, tell me,
what's your whole secret?

What?

Come on. You always
get the inside story.

Oh, Gabe.

Okay.
There is no secret.

It's all about skill.

Oh, hey, Jack.

I heard you got your scholarship
renewed. Congratulations.

- Hey, Jen!
- Hey.

Thank you. I'm looking forward
to going back to Millington.

Partly because of you.

Well, you didn't
have to say that,

but since
you already did...

You did a great job,
Lexy, on the case.

You should be
proud of yourself.

Well, I learned something
totally important from you,
Jack.

Things aren't always
what they appear to be.

And that's good.
It keeps life interesting.

Are you starting a new
paper handbag trend?

Get a clue, Jack.
I've been shopping.

Of course.

It's for you.

I found them at a vintage shop,
and I sort of customized them.

Thank you. I like 'em.

Well, I-I thought maybe
we could go bowling sometime.

I don't think so.

Hey, no. That'd be fun.
Yeah! Oh, yeah!

All right, so what about
the shoes that other
people have worn?

Shoes. Eww!

I think I can survive
wearing pre-worn shoes, guys.

Lexy, are you crazy?

You don't know where
those shoes have been.

Does the word "fungi"
mean anything to you?

Come on, Jen. My feet aren't
that elite. Neither are yours.

Get with the planet.

[Lexy] New York has got to be
the coolest city in the world.

It has a little bit
of everything.

Be it mystery, intrigue
or good friends, it's all here.

And if you can't find it,
well, then you just have to...

...get a clue.

♪ I've got a little hunch
that there is something
going on now ♪

♪ The clothes I bought
The friends I've got
My teacher had a meltdown ♪

♪ Then I look at me
and I start to see ♪

♪ And a voice inside
tells me what I must do ♪

♪ Wake up, who knew?
It's me, it's you, get a clue ♪

♪ There's nothing
you can't do ♪

♪ Nothing's ever quite
what it seems ♪

♪ Just look
a little closer at me ♪

♪ Wake up, who knew?
It's me, it's you, get a clue ♪

♪ Get a clue ♪

♪ Wake up, who knew?
It's me it's you, get a clue ♪

♪ That's the way it goes now ♪

♪ Wake up, who knew?
It's me, it's you
Get a clue ♪