Do any of you actually know anything about breakin' in?
Scip's gonna be no help. You know that, right?
Who cares about Scipio? We'll do it without him.
Look, once we got the 50,000, we won't need anyone-
no grown-ups and no phony Thief Lord.
We'll do it tonight. The sooner the better.
What do you think? Are you in?
- I suppose so. - Good.
What about you, Prop?
Prop, are you in or not?
No way.
- I could open that door with my eyes closed.
What if they're still awake? What do we do then?
Jeepers, Bo! I almost had a heart attack.
- You forgot something really important. - What?
- It's under my jumper. - What?
Me!
Bo.
Mosca? Hornet? Riccio?
- Where's Bo? - Shh.
- Bring him back here right now. - Calm down.
He snuck out and threatened to wake up the whole square if we didn't help him over the wall.
Here. Catch.
I should've left you with Esther.
- You want to go to an orphanage or a boot camp for babies? - Shh!
- I'm stay- - See what I mean?
Don't do that again, okay? I almost peed my pants.
What are you doing here? Get lost.
What are you doing here? This is my job.
Oh, shut up, you lying piece of crap.
This might just be one big jolly for a rich boy like you, but we need the money.
Stop it. Have you forgotten where we are?
And you can't take anything to the Conte, you fibbing, lying rat lord.
Not even a message, 'cause we've got Sofia. So there!
Come on, you lot. We've got to find the wing.
Prosper, me and you take the left. Riccio and Hornet, you go right.
Yeah, and you, pants on fire, just stay out of our way.
You better go home, Scipio.
The others are really angry.
They don't understand what you've done.
Are you angry?
Do you understand?
I'm trying.
What is this?
Wow.
- Look. - What's the matter?
- The pictures. - Whoa.
The wing's not in the living room. What's up?
- Scip's just gone upstairs. - What?
- Prop. - Oh, my God.
- Upstairs? Oh, no! - Everybody just calm down for a minute.
So, for once I decide to go out at night, and what do I find when I get back?
A bunch of little cat burglars creeping around in my house.
Please don't shoot.
Oh. So look who it is.
It's the rude little boy from the kiosk...
and the little girl-
oh, and the poor orphan boy.
- What are you after, my cameras? - Please, don't call the police.
Oh, I think that'll be the very least I will do.
You have a right to be angry, but we're not after your cameras. We only want the wing.
The wing?
Really?
What do you know about my wing?
Oh!
- And how old are you? - Six and a quarter.
- Madonna. - He's my little brother. He doesn't know better.
Why have you got pictures of him?
- Why have you got pictures of him? - I'm a photographer.
I- I take pictures of kids on the street. That's why.
- Where do you live? - We haven't got proper homes.
Well, I'm sorry to hear that, if it's true.
Now, what do you want with my wing?
Someone asked us to steal it.
Asked you?
- Who? - My client wishes to maintain the upmost confidentiality.
Scipio, put the gun down.
I found the wing. It was in her room.
Come on. Let's get out of here.
Oh, just give it to me!
It doesn't work anyway.
And that, I presume, is my wing?
You know, I'm- I'm curious.
Just how much does this mystery employer offer to pay you for it?
50,000.
50,000?
That's rather a lot.
Not for us, 'cause we have to pay for everything...
'cause we don't have parents or anything, and we have to leave the star lair...
and Mosca's boat needs painting, and Riccio needs new teeth...
and Hornet needs new clothes, and- I'm worried it's not enough actually.
It's beautiful.
It's an angel's wing, isn't it?
An angel's? Oh, no.
It's a lion's wing.
I told you so, but no one listens to me.
I was given it, when I left the orphanage.
Are you an orphan?
Yes.
I lived there for more than 10 years.
What makes the wing worth so much?
Do you know I really don't know?
But I think it's time we found out.
Mother Superior sent me here...
because I tried to find out the truth.
Over 150 years ago...
a rich merchant gave the merry-go-round to the orphanage.
But before the children could ever enjoy it...
it disappeared.
All they ever found was a fragment.
The wing!
I found it-
In the attic of the orphanage...
and I gave it to Ida...
to keep safe.
I never saw the merry-go-round...
but it was said to be-
Unique.
- It had five wooden figures on it. - Yes, I know- the mermaid...
the "man-maid" with the big fork...
the sea horse from the fountain...
the flying lion and the uni- um-whatsit.
The unicorn?
Yes, like that one.
- Bo, how do you know all this? - Mum told me.
Sister, what makes the merry-go-round so special?
- It had magical powers. - What did it do?
A child could go round and round and round.
It became a grown-up.
A grown-up could go round and round and round-
And become a child.
Sister, please tell me, is that really true?
Of course.
My great-great-grandmother saw it.
The Conte must know where the merry-go-round is now. It doesn't make sense otherwise.
You know, I bet he believes that if he reattaches the wing, it really will work.
Work, like the sister said?
If it really works, I swear I'll find it.
I'll find it, ride on it, and I'll only get off when I'm taller than my father.
I tell you what. I'll let you have the wing.
You take it to the Conte, and you get your reward...
but I want to go with you.
We follow the Conte, and he will lead us to the merry-go-round.
- We'll do what Ida says. - Who asked you?
- Go home, Thief Lord, back to that posh house you live in. - Hey!
Fighting isn't what we need right now.
I'm as cross with him as you are, but this time he's right.
I know it's true, 'cause I've seen all the animals now.
I'm afraid it's just a fairy tale, Bo.
No, it's not. I promise.
Wouldn't it be good if it was true?
Think what we could do.
This is your big moment, Sofia, so don't screw up.
The boys are definitely no longer in Venice.
I am convinced of it.
I'm total- utterly convinced the boys are no longer in Venice.
But where have they gone?
Corfu.
Corf- Corfu?
But that's impossible. Why on earth would they go to Corfu?
Well, they probably knew that I was onto them.
Oh, no, no, no, no. I'm quite sure that they are still here.
Now, I have had posters printed...
with Boniface's photo on them, which you-
Something you could've done, had you shown any initiative.
If you continue to display such incompetence...
I'll have no choice but to take matters into my own hands.
Get your grubby hands off! That's a valuable piece!
Here.
Have a little sweetie.
Keep you still.
Now, you can trust your friend, Ernesto Barbarossa...
with a little secret.
What did your master steal for the Conte?
We may be young, but we're not completely stupid.
Give that back before I tear your nasty little tongue out!
You-
You can keep it, because you shouted at Prosper.
Anyway, it was yucky.
"Meet me on the Sacca della Misericordia.
Look out for a red lantern. Tonight, 1:00 a.m."
Tonight?
Well, how are you planning to get across the lagoon in that tub, anyway?
Who said anything about the lagoon?
Well, you don't think the Conte could keep the merry-go-round secret in the city, do you?
And another thing. He's not gonna be too happy...
to find the rightful owner of the wing in on the deal.
Scipio'd better steer.
He knows all about boat trips.
All right. I'll make myself invisible for a while.
Soon, my beloved sister.
Soon, our years of patience will earn their reward.
Time our foolish young delivery boy kept his appointment.
Salve, Thief Lord.
I presume you’re just as cold as we are...
so let's complete this transaction as quickly as possible.
Well, what on earth is that?
Here.
If I were you, I would use the money to find myself another occupation.
How old are you, 14? 15?
With this money, I can be any age I want.
- I won't have to be a child any longer. - Did you hear that, Renzo?
He no longer wants to be a child!
Nature will soon grant him his wish.
Don't you want to count the money, Thief Lord?
Holy moly!
Uh, how much does it cost to go to the dentist?
Looks like it's all here.
I believe you to be a man of your word.
Safe return, Thief Lord.
Thief Lord, hedgehog boy...
money boy, boat boy.
I wonder where my walking, talking little reward is?
Turn on the lights!
There they are, the little pests!
- It's the police! - Where's Prop?
- Get them! Get them! - Hurry, quick! They're not back yet! Come on.
Stop running!
- We're not gonna harm you! - Come on, Bo. Through here.
Stop!
Can't get away, kids! Stop!
- Go on! Run! - Come here! Come here!
- Watch out! - No!
Well, well, well. Look who it is.
Did you really think you were going to get away?
Running never helps.
Ka-ching!
How far's the Conte gonna sail?
If we go on like this, we'll be as stiff as frozen chickens.
Oh, my God. I know where this is.
Don't go any further. Turn off the engine.
Isola Segreta.
The secret isle.
I thought it was deserted, but it seems I'm wrong.
Isola Segreta? Isn't that the island where nobody goes?
They say it's haunted.
And that anyone who sets foot on the island never returns.
I've had it. Let's go. I'm not going near no haunted island.
Deal off. Time to get our money home.
Wait. Look. They're looking this way.
Renzo! Can you see anything?
There's nothing there! They're just nervous! They know what we're doing!
Oh, my God. I think the woman's got a gun!
- Go away! - Heads down!
- Get away from here! - Don't you know this is private property?
Keep your heads down!
Don't come back!
Is everyone all right? I am so sorry I dragged you into this madness.
Well, at least we've got the money.
It's there, Prop. It has to be on that island.
- What have the police been doing here? - How should I know?
Shut up. Come on.
Bo! Hornet! Where are you?
I knew it! Why didn't you listen to me?
It's the snooper! He's conned us!
Stupid word of honor! I could puke!
Hold on, slugger! Calm down! Put that away, okay?
I'll go ask him. See if he'd rather tell us or have his face smashed in!
Ah, gentlemen, the matter seems to have resolved itself.
- My son has decided to come home after all. - Do you know this boy?
All right. Just let me go. I can walk by myself.
Bo is with his aunt.
If I find you had something to do with this incident at the Stella...
I swear to God, you will regret the day you were born.
- Where's my brother? And where's Hornet? - Go on. Tell him.
Somebody kindly tell me what all this rumpus is about.
Bo and Hornet have disappeared, and Prosper thinks that you ratted on us. So does Riccio!
What a load of cobblers. Number one, I haven't ratted on anyone.
Number two, I haven't been to the Stella since I escaped.
And number three, I told the Hartliebs that you'd left Venice.
So, don't you think it's time to decide if I'm your friend... or your enemy?
... in its rich history. It is many times more magnificent-
Now, I think we'd better go inside before we become a tourist attraction.
Ooh!
So, Ida let you run through the city with this lot?
Means you got some nerve, I must say.
Hang on.
Somebody's ripped you off.
This money's not real.
- Fake money? - I'm afraid so.
- All of it. - What a waste!
The break-in, the lagoon! We nearly get shot, and what do we get?
A pile of funny money!
What about Bo?
I'm sorry, Proper. I'll do everything I can to help get him back.
Hello?
Uh, good morning, Mrs. Hartlieb. It's Victor Getz.
- I just wanted to- - How dare you call me at this hour?
Your case has resolved itself.
We have captured our nephew, no thanks to you.
Apparently he was hiding in some derelict cinema with some girl who wouldn't give a name.
The police are taking care of her.
Now, will you kindly not disturb us again?
You look so smart in your new suit.
It's all right. Have a taste. It's all for you.
I hate it, and I hate you.
What on earth do you think you're doing, you ungrateful little monkey?
Morning. We're here to see Ida Spavento.
Oh. Don't I know you?
Uh-huh. Yes, you do. We're staying this time.
Vic-Victor, what on- What on earth is going on?
I was gonna ask you the same thing.
And to make things even worse, the Conte gave us fake money.
- No. - These kids are in enough trouble as it is, Ida.
- You- You really haven't helped. - Shut up, Victor!
Well, I guess I'm the one in trouble now.
Well, I'm sure we'll figure something out. Damn it, Ida.
What were you thinking, taking these kids on one of your crazy adventures?
Oh, and what would you have done? Lock them all up in an orphanage again?
Talking of which, they probably took Hornet to the Merciful Sisters.
Does anyone know her real name?
Katarina?
Aha, so that is your name.
Come with me. You have visitors.
- Who is it? - Your godmother.
There she is. Come here. Oh.
Sweetheart.
Come on, Prop. You can't wait out here all night.
- Bo's inside there. I know it. - Bo's not going anywhere tonight.
As long as he's in the hotel, he's safe.
Anyway, Hornet can't wait to see you.
Do you know what? I reckon she's got a crush on you.
Wake up.
How did you know we were at Ida's?
How quickly you forget how I can ghost through the city...
tracking whom I please.
They took Bo away from you because you're not grown-up like them.
There's only one thing for it, Prop.
We have to go back to the island and both take the ride of a lifetime.
Come on, dear.
What do you expect in this place? What is there to say?
- What did you think of the wine? - Oh, don't.
- Warm white wine. - Bo?
- Warm white wine. - I mean, warm white wine!
You'd think they'd know.
But what about the soggy spaghetti?
- Did you get cheese with that fish sauce? - No.
- Did you? No. - No.
Gone? What do you mean, gone? Where's he gone?
- Out of the window? - I looked everywhere else.
Oh, he went out of the window, did he? Oh, really?
- How can he possibly have got out the window? - Look, look.
- Down there? Look at the drop, you fool! - It wasn't me.
Yes?
Mr. Getz?
Is there a chance, Mr. Getz, that you will perform any useful service in our employ?
Or are you too busy feeding your tortoises?
Oh, uh, I beg your pardon. I thought I'd been fired.
Boniface has run away again, selfish little imp!
Now, we expect him back here, with us, by the morning!
When did he run away?
Is anyone looking for him? Your husband or the police?
- Oh! - Give it here.
Listen here, Getz. Fortunately for you, my wife is a patient woman.
This case will be resolved immediately, if I have to do it myself.
Is that clear enough for you?
See? Like I thought. No dogs at the back.
- What's the matter? - I'm scared.
- Of what? - They have guns.
Bo?
- Bo! It's me, Victor. - I'm not going back to Esther.
Well, good. Because we're not planning to let her have you.
- Really? - Yeah, not even the tiniest little piece of you.
- Where are you? - Up here.
They're all gone.
- And my kittens. - They're-
They're all tucked up safe and sound at Ida's house.
Esther said Prosper was bad.
No. Let me tell you one thing.
Prosper is the best brother anyone could have.
Come on. I'll catch you.
I bet that big brother of yours is worried sick about you.
But at least he's in a nice, soft bed.
Don't move. If we run, they'll take us down.
Bimba! Bella! Enough!
- What are you doing here? - We want to see the Conte.
The Conte doesn't like unannounced visitors.
We had a deal with him, and he cheated us.
That way. And don't try to run.
My dogs are faster than you.
Bella.
Renzo, the Thief Lord has come to pay you a visit.
Something about fake money and a merry-go-round.
I think it would be a capital idea...
to feed him and his little friend to the dogs.
I apologize for my sister's rudeness.
So you found out about the money? My apologies.
It was Barbarossa's idea.
I wouldn't have been able to pay you otherwise.
I knew it. The merry-go-round works.
You're the Conte.
At your service, Thief Lord.
Does anyone know you're here?
Our friends know. And a detective too.
We will settle everything to your full satisfaction.
We pay you with a ride on the merry-go-round.
- That is what you are here for, is it not? - It is indeed.
Just be aware that this is no simple fairground attraction.
To ride one of the creatures...
is to ride into the teeth of peril.
I only just managed to dismount in time.
Uh, looks like you went a bit too far.
We were never allowed a real childhood...
in which to play and grow up together.
How could you possibly want to turn yourselves into children?
Prosper and I want to ride the merry-go-round forward.
Va bene. If that is your wish.
- I'll go and check on them. - Are you expecting visitors?
No one dares to set foot on this island.
The only visitor we allowed to come here was Barbarossa.
- Does he know about that merry-go-round? - Good heavens, no.
He'd immediately start selling tickets at 10,000 apiece.
Can't wait to see Prosper's face when he sees you safe and sound.
But what if he rode the merry-go-round and is now all old like you?
I don't know what funny stories you've been listening to.
Wow! Look at it, Prop. It's incredible.
This is the solution to all our problems.
Problems just don't disappear because you get older.
That's the point. You'll be a man...
free to overcome them in any way you want.
Does it matter which one we ride?
The lion was the right mount for me, but to grow older...
you two must choose one of the water creatures.
Come on, Prop. Take a pick.
Which one do you want? The sea horse or the merman?
What you do is your choice, but I can't do this.
What about Bo? Think how happy he would be.
Bo wants me as a brother, not a father.
You heard him, Conte. Looks like I'm riding solo.
So let's do it.
- Come on. Let's go! - Are you quite sure you want to go through with this?
I've never been more sure of anything in my life.
And I swear I won't come off till I need a shave.
Hold on tight.
Here we go!
Roll on the good times!
Whoo-hoo! Yeah! Whoo-hoo!
Yeah!
Make him get off or he'll be an old man!
Scip! Get off!
- Jump off! - Jump off!
Jump off!
That... was incredible.
Don't look so shocked.
It worked.
Look. Just look at me.
Stubble.
Unbelievable.
Come on, Prop. What do you think? Am I bigger than my father?
It's this way. Believe me.
- Ow! Ow! - Where are you taking me, you little squirt?
No, we're nearly there. Ow!
I knew you were stringing me along.
You just tried to get me away from the house, away-
away from this extraordinary contraption.
Signor Barbarossa.
What, for heaven's sake, are you doing with the Contessa?
- Contessa? - Yes, Contessa.
I presume we are here for the same reason at this late hour.
Namely, to experience the magic of this famous merry-go-round in operation.
Famous? Magic?
Wait a moment.
This is the legendary merry-go-round of the Merciful Sisters!
Must be worth a fortune!
You may look older, but has it made you wiser, Thief Lord?
Why don't you try it yourself?
Of course. Why not?
Shake off some years. Get rid of those aches and pains.
- Sharpen the mind perhaps? - You do know how to work it?
I do indeed. Come on, you two.
Signor Barbarossa wishes to take a ride.
Which, um, animal should I mount?
I would suggest the lion.
Excellent! I'm ready for my little test-drive.
You heard Signor Barbarossa.
Let's give him the ride he deserves.
Not too hard. Just a few turns at first.
Who wouldn't want to shed a few years, eh?
Good-bye, wrinkles. Good-bye, saggy tummy.
Good-bye, big, fat, wobbly bottom.
Hey! No! No! Not so hard! I'm gonna be sick!
No! My merry-go-round! It's ruined!
After all the trouble we went to!
No. Morosina, what have we done?
That fat pig!
My God! That was the ride from hell!
You dolt! You great, fat, scheming hippopotamus!
You've just destroyed what I've spent half my life working on!
It wouldn't stop!
Look at what's happened to me! I'm a respected man!
Can I at least recommend a better tailor?
Oh, Victor, you found him!
Oh, thank goodness. We were looking for him all night.
- Is he okay? - Yeah, yeah. He's fine.
He's just a bit tired.
Where have you been?
At the merry-go-round with Scip.
- Didn't work, did it? - Yeah, it did.
Scip's all grown up.
Really? But you're still my same Prop.
Are you disappointed?
No. I'm happy.
Bottoms up to bella donna and big nose here!
Big nose? Excuse me?
- Who is this impertinent midget? - Midget?
I am Ernesto Barbarossa.
I am a successful and honest businessman...
and enjoy the respect of this fair city.
And who might you be?
Oh, my God. It's true. It works.
Stop it. You've had enough.
What are you, my father?
You'll do as you're told, or it'll be straight to bed with no story.
Sorry I had to bring him here, Ida.
He's afraid of the dark. He didn't want to stay in the shop on his own.
Shop? Excuse me. Sorry. I don't understand.
And you? I've heard of growth spurts, but this is ridiculous.
I mean, what are you? Your own older brother?
Or the winner of a Thief Lord look-alike competition or what?
How about your new assistant?
Can someone please explain what's going on here...
before I start drinking port for breakfast as well?
Look. It's only me. Just a bit taller and older.
Bo! Where did Victor find you?
- In the Stella. - Ah.
Of all the places we never thought to look. The Stella.
And now you're back. That's the most important thing. So is Prop.
He went to the merry-go-round, and it works like I always said.
It really worked? No way.
So, this is the little gang of criminals.
The sooner we put you all behind bars, the better.
- Oh, there he is, the little runaway. - He's staying with me.
- Mmm. As you keep telling us. - Get out of the way.
- No! - Give me my son!
- He's not your son, you skanky old bat!
How dare you speak to my wife like that, you little monster?
Get off! Get off me!
Leave him alone, you big bully!
Grab his ear!
Oh!
Enough!
Now...
just hand over your brother, and we'll forget this ever happened.
- It doesn't work, snot nose. - Oh, really?
Would you like to find out?
- Now look what you done, you stupid child! - Leave him alone!
He's six years old, and he's got more sense than the pair of you put together!
It was an accident! He- He said it didn't work!
I suggest you put the gun down.
Leave. Leave here. Leave Venice, and leave these boys alone.
You're not fit to look after a tortoise, never mind a child.
Now get out, before I call the police.
Wow. That certainly told them.
See what I mean about being a grown-up?
How am I supposed to sleep with all this noise?
Does anybody have an aspirin?
Only speak when you're spoken to.
They better be rich, and I mean filthy rich.
Now do try to keep a straight face, Ida.
Good afternoon.
Monsignor and I...
are the principals of the orphanage...
of the Merciful Sisters.
How can we help you?
We understand you're looking for child to adopt.
We have conducted some research, and we have concluded that you are of impeccable character.
Oh, thank you.
Forgive our presumptuousness, but we saw an opportunity...
for little Ernesto...
to find the happiness of a loving home.
What an adorable little fellow you-
Oh, what do you say, Ernesto?
- Scusi? - Oh.
Whoo-hoo!
Man, it's even more than the fake stuff.
Can you count up 50,000?
What am I, Einstein?
And we return the fake money to Barbarossa.
Sixty. Eighty.
Maybe a little bonus.
The deal was 50 grand.
Okay, 50 grand. Interest.
Tax.
Expenses.
Has everybody got their share now?
- Uh, everybody except you. - I'll use it to buy you this boat...
and then put the rest of it in bank accounts for each of you.
Bank accounts? What next? My midlife crisis?
I want to buy this boat. How much do you want for it?
7,000.
- Is it seaworthy? - Certainly. It's just been refitted.
It looks as seaworthy as a rubber duck.
- I'll give you five. - Six.
Five, five.
Done. Let me get the deed.
Now, don't go tearing around Canal Grande at night in this thing.
- Uh, and what would give us that idea? - I expect you to behave.
Hey, that's a laugh coming from you, Thief Lord.
- Taxi. - Taxi! Taxi!
- Taxi! Here. - Taxi! Over here.
Taxi. Taxi.
Taxi. Taxi. Tax-
Check out our boat.
Just test-driving the new water wheels.
I'm gonna go look for my dad.
Hey, boss. I'll see you tomorrow in the office.
Come on, Mosca. Let's go!
- Victor? - Yeah?
What's Bo and I supposed to do now?
- What do you mean? - What about me?
I know what I wanna do.
Stay with Ida.
Well, he's right, of course. You can't leave me now.
I just rattle around in that big old house.
Victor, say something. Tell them they can't leave.
Okay, you heard her. You have to stay.
I think we'd make quite a family.
- What? - Victor, Victor! Say yes! Say yes!
Whoa!