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[moody music playing]

- [belches] - [flies buzzing]

Good morning, island. Sunny. Again. Too hot for this pig.

Chance of storms out of nowhere on this kooky island...

- [lightning crackles] - ...100%.

That wraps up today's broadcast to all my listeners.

Hope you have a great day. Buddy, take us away.

[mellow funky chords]

- [Mia] Hamylton! - [clattering]

What are you doing?

Delivering a weather report to our loyal fans. Duh.

I'm talking about all this junk.

- Your hoarding is out of control. - Come on, Mia.

It's not like this stuff is hurting anyone.

[rustling]

- [sighs] Huh? - [voice screams]

- Rosie, are you okay? - I am. But this poor fishy is not.

I think it's trying to communicate with us.

Uh-huh. Okay.

- [gasps] What? - What did she say?

She says her name is Laura Palmtree,

and that her getting stuck was no accident.

Someone must've put her in that bag!

- [all gasping] - Collective friend gasp!

Who would want to hurt a sweet little parrotfish?

Oh-ho! The game is afoot.

[cans clanking]

Something strange is happening, and I'm gonna get to the bottom of the case.

- Case? What case, Hamy? - That's Agent Hamylton, ma'am.

I've reason to believe something fishy happened to this fish.

Which begs the question, who sealed Laura Palmtree?

Everyone's a suspect until I find out whodunnit.

Yay! I'm a suspect.

[mysterious music playing]

Hmm. Hmm?

Looking a little nervous, Buddy. Got something to confess, hmm?

[gasps] No, I just have a question.

- I'll ask the questions. - Okay.

Can I just ask one?

- Fine. Spit it out. - What is all that?

Evidence. And once I make sense of it all... What the...?

[Buddy] Ha. Whoopsie. [giggling]

- Who did this to you? - I think it was the butler...

in the study with the... candlestick?

- [exhales] No, it was just me. - Buddy is innocent. Too silly.

Yay! I'm too silly. [giggles]

[jazzy music playing]

Quite the investigation you've got here, Agent Hamylton.

You're turning out to be quite the gumshoe.

I've got gum on my shoe?

Wait. I don't wear shoes.

But you do wear that suit, and you wear it so well.

Oh... [laughs] you think so?

Wait! I see what you're doing.

Throwing me off your scent with compliments.

Only if it's working.

Eww! Hm.

Mia didn't harm Laura. She's too smart to get caught so easily.

If it were her, she'd be a mastermind about it.

O-M-Me.

- Thank you so much. - Oh!

Hm, if you know something, better spit it out.

Better get in front of this now before things get really scrambled for you.

Not gonna crack, hey? Hm, I can respect that.

Plus, you're too cute to be a bad guy.

- Mmm. - [Hamylton] All right, Rosie.

You're my final suspect. [grunts]

Now, we can do this the easy way or the hard way.

Does anyone ever choose the hard way?

Keep giving me attitude, and you'll find out.

Hamy, you seem hangry. Here, drink this.

Oh. [slurping, sighs]

That is a darn fine cup of coconut juice.

Can't be Rosie. She's too nice.

After careful deliberation and too many cups of coconut juice,

I've deduced that you're all innocent. Which leaves only one answer.

- Which is? - I was hoping one of you would know?

- [rumbling] - [gasping]

There are still some island dwellers we haven't questioned yet,

like the Mega Worm.

It could be behind this dastardly deed.

- [Rosie] Jankeez, we're in! - Like, zernks!

Come on, mystery gang.

[exciting music playing]

[snorts]

Where were you this morning at Rosie's-scream-o'clock, Worm?

[rumbling]

Quiet type, eh? Hm.

Got ways of making you talk.

[squeals]

Wormzinger doesn't have any fingers, so how could he seal a baggie?

Hmm. Solid alibi. Also, his name is "Wormzinger?"

[Buddy] The worm told me his name.

He looks like a Wormzinger to me.

- [growls] - [giggles]

Okay, Wormzinger. You're free to go.

But if you see anything funny, let us know.

Oh! Oh!

Of course.

[moody jazz music playing]

[slurps]

[Hamylton] Okay, crabs, fess up.

Which one of you put Laura in that baggie?

That's code for they'll never talk, or they'll sleep with the fishes,

and it turns out fishes snore.

Not a fan of fish, eh, crabs?

If the crabs did this,

wouldn't there be tracks to the cove where she was found?

[scoffs] Mia, please.

Leave the detective work to we professionals.

No crab tracks were seen heading to or from the cove,

meaning the shellfish didn't seal this deal.

Hey, that was my theory.

Like, zernks!

Crabs might be off the hook, but what about that thing?

[ribbit]

That is some very suspicious hopping. Follow that frog!

Whoa. What is this place?

Zreeks, this place gives me the creeps.

[eerie music playing]

How about we go back to the beach and eat some eggy snacks?

Not so fast. Look!

[croaking]

It knows something. Come on, gang.

[croaks]

[all gasp]

[speaking backwards]

- Rosie, what's it saying? - How should I know?

I don't speak Tree Frog!

[exhales] I'm going in.

Honestly, I love that for you and you alone.

[heartbeat thumping]

[chiming sounds]

Well, hello, Agent Handsome.

Mm.

- [cracking sound] - [chortling]

Hmm?

Hmm. [blows raspberry]

Aah! That's not my reflection. Who are you, not-as-handsome Hamy?

Do you know who tried to hurt Laura?

Hmm? Laura? Laura!

[gasps]

[eerie music continues]

Help me.

Laura!

[gasps] I left her at the beach!

- [whimpering] - [laughter echoing]

[groaning, whimpering]

This is where I left her. Where could she have gone?

Laura!

Laura!

Laura, who did this to you?

[screeching]

Me?

[Rosie] Someone must've put her in that bag!

- [Mia] Your hoarding's out of control. - [Hamylton] It's not hurting anyone.

[Buddy] Yay! I'm a suspect!

[Rosie] Laura!

[Hamylton] No... no!

It's... me!

I am the fiend who sealed Laura Palmtree.

- I can't believe it. - Well, I can.

You hoard everything.

The pig in the mirror. He was pointing at me!

I was the villain all along. I'm the hero! I'm the villain!

- I'm the hero! I'm the villain! - Forget it, Hamy. It's Twin Beaks.

Still a darn fine cup of coconut juice.

Hamy, just stop hoarding so much, and stop playing detective.

- And hitting yourself. - And talking into that toy recorder.

[chuckles] Case closed.

[Mia sighs]

Laura, I'm so sorry I put you in danger with all my garbage.

I've learned my lesson, and I'll be more mindful of the messes I make.

[kiss]

If we're all done solving mysteries,

can we please start cleaning up this beach?

- Sounds good. - Finally!

Be right there, friends.

Hm.

No, that's not me.

[eerie music playing]

[chortling echoes]

[mysterious music playing]

[chirp]