# Milo. #

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# Milo. #

# Milo. #

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# Milo. #

Eight. Nine.

Ten. Coming. Ready or not.

(LAUGHS) Got you Lofty.

Ah!

(LAUGHS) Let's look for Milo.

Maybe Milo is behind that bush.

(Doorbell)

A customer!

Found you.

(ALL LAUGH)

(Music)

Oh. Skipper Stone, how can we help?

My outfit could do with a freshen up.

Being a private detective is pretty hard work.

What does a private detective do, Skipper?

If someone has a mystery, I'm here to solve it.

I usually keep my methods hush hush.

But between you and me, I've been known to hide in bushes, looking for

clues and follow suspects footprints all over town.

When Skipper Stone is on the case, no case goes on uncracked.

(ALL) Wow.

Let's get that outfit clean for you.

(Music)

Splendid. Thanks.

We'll take these to Suds, Mum.

Hi, Suds.

Hello, my bubbly buddies.

And what have you got for me today?

It's a private detective's outfit.

I detect some serious stains.

Time to tackle the mysterious case of the grubby garment.

(ALL LAUGH)

Suds. Do you have any private detectives outfits we can wear?

Let me see.

(Music)

(Music)

(ALL) Whoa!

We're private detectives.

(SKIPPER) Oh, dear.

What a riddle.

What's the problem, Skipper?

I'm trying to crack two very important cases.

Rodney Rhino's police hat has gone missing and Dame Dolores has

lost her voice.

Wow. You're busy.

The problem is, while I'm solving these cases, there's no one

left to run my detective agency.

What if another mystery comes in?

Why don't we look after your agency for you?

Well, you do look like experienced private detectives.

Okay. You're hired.

(ALL) Yes.

Let me show you around Skipepr Stone's detective agency.

Where no case goes uncracked.

(ALL LAUGH)

This is the evidence board for any clues you might find.

And you'll each need some equipment for the job.

I'm sure I don't need to remind you that good detectives always

ask who, what, when, where and why.

Good luck, detectives. My mysteries await.

Adieu.

I wonder when we'll get our first mystery.

Oh, detectives, we need your help.

Eleanor, Mycroft, what's the problem?

(CRIES)

This morning we won the Golden Tiptoes dancing trophy.

Queen Mabel presented it to us.

She said it was the most beautiful, shiny trophy she'd ever seen.

(CRIES)

You see? It's gone.

Maybe you left it somewhere.

Certainly not. We took it straight home.

It disappeared while we were having lunch.

Hmm. It sounds like somebody took it.

Please, detectives, you must get to the bottom of this.

Don't worry. We'll solve this mystery.

(CRIES) I'll be fine, dear. Oh.

Let's think.

Who could have taken the trophy?

Mycroft said Queen Mabel really liked it.

Maybe she took it.

Let's go and talk to her.

Hi, Queen Mabel.

Good day to you, detectives.

How may one help?

Golden Tiptoes Trophy has gone missing.

We think someone took it from Mycroft and Eleanor.

Took it? Oh, how awful.

It was so lovely and shiny.

Queen Mabel said that to Mycroft and Eleanor too.

Mycroft and Eleanor so deserved to win that trophy.

Although Mr. Croc didn't take it very well.

What a bad loser.

So, do you like shiny things, Queen Mabel?

Do you like them so much that you take a trophy that wasn't yours?

What? Certainly not. One has quite enough

shiny things of one's own. Thank you very much.

Oh, sorry, Queen Mabel.

Hum!

If Queen Mabel didn't take the trophy, then who did?

Queen Mabel said Mr. Croc was a bad loser.

Let's ask him some questions.

There he is.

(Mysterious music)

Hello.

Hello, Mr. Croc, we're private detectives.

Private detectives?

How can I help?

You can answer some questions about the Golden Tiptoes trophy

that went missing at lunchtime.

The trophy went missing.

Oh, say it isn't so.

We think you may have taken it.

Me? I did no such thing.

And I can prove it.

How?

I was at Chef Pierre's restaurant at lunchtime,

tucking into a delicious triple chocolate cheesecake.

You can ask him.

Okay. We will. Come on, detectives.

(LAUGHS)

You flatter me.

Mr. Croc loved my triple chocolate cheesecake.

He had three slices.

So he really was here at lunchtime.

Oui! He even bought one of my picnic hampers and a honey gateau.

He said it was a gift for his bees.

Thanks, chef Pierre.

So it wasn't Queen Mabel.

And it wasn't Mr. Croc.

Then who could have taken the trophy?

Hmm....

We can't work it out.

This will be Skipper's first uncracked case.

What sort of detectives can't even

solve the mystery of a missing trophy?

The worst ones ever.

What do we do now?

Oh, you said what.

When did I say what?

That's it.

Remember what Skipper said.

A good detective asks who, what, when, where and why.

We know what's been stolen.

The trophy.

And when, at lunchtime.

And where.

Eleanor and Mycroft's house.

So who took the trophy?

And why?

Hmm. Mr. Croc's bees are the only ones left.

Oh, Mr. Croc got them a picnic hamper as a gift.

I wonder why he did that.

We should ask him.

Where would you take a picnic hamper?

(ALL) The park.

There's Mr. Croc with the hamper.

Maybe he's waiting for the bees.

Here they come.

Look. They've given Croc something.

Shush! Let's be very quiet.

Oh!

Who's there?

Oh! What are you doing here?

What's in the hamper crafty, Mr. Croc?

Oh.

(Music)

Nah! Ah!

Hahahahahahaha!

The trophy.

Yes.

No.

Yes. Got it.

(MR. CROC LAUGHS)

What?

I've got it.

You might not have taken the trophy, but we think you got your bees to

take it for you.

The picnic hamper was for you to hide the trophy in.

And the cake was a reward for the bees.

You worked out my despicable plan.

Stop it! Get off!

Stop! Buzz off!

Oh, precious golden Tiptoes trophy.

Back where it belongs.

That's a case well cracked. Top detecting detectives.

(ALL) Yes.

(ALL LAUGH)

And how did my little private detectives get on?

Oh, Suds, it was brilliant.

We had to find Eleanor Mycroft's missing trophy.

We thought Mr. Croc might have taken it,

but he could prove it wasn't him.

Then we worked out that the bees took it.

Eleanor and Mycroft were so happy when we gave it back to them.

When I grow up, I think it would be amazing to be a...

(ALL) private detective.