Game of Wits, Parrot vs. Professor!
How wonderful it feels when a case is settled so quickly.
I did say it would be a piece of cake for you.
Smoky!
What's this?
Well...
Smoky!
Oh, excuse us Mr. Parrot.
Smoky!
Oh.that's quite a unique parrot you've got there.
We didn't mean any...
What was that?
I guess he felt we might try to take his parrot.
It must be very important to him.
But still...
Wh...what is that?!
It's going to run into us!
Do...don't!
Somebody help!
Look!
What's that!?
You're doing great! Keep it up!
You may not want to cut loose with one of the Professor's machines.
See, I told you.
What is that thing?!
What's going on?!
Dragon?
It's coming right at us!
What's going on?!
Excellent.
It appears to be the work of Moriarty.
What's he up to this time?
All right.
He's just fainted Don't worry.
They were after the birdcage.
A man suddenly jumped on board the train...
struck a blow then disappeared!
I wonder how valuable that parrot is.
I am Sherlock Holmes. I promise to keep this quiet.
I say!
Please contact me when you're ready for my help.
I am Holmes.
Oh, I see you two were on board.
I flew over as soon as I received the news.
So, where's the monster?
It flew away with the stolen parrot.
Parrot? What parrot?
Gone, with the flying machine. And the primary suspect is...
Moriarty!
Right, I'll get him this time, no matter the cost.
Everyone, follow!
Well, well.
Still sleeping?
You must have been very tired.
I suppose I should make a fresh pot later.
Yes, yes. I'm coming...
Ah, something...
This is comfortaaaaable.
Ah, here's the whole story.
I knew that parrot was valuable.
Would you read it to me.
It says the parrot was from India...
and whoever finds it will receive a £1,000 reward.
The person who placed the ad is named Harras.
And, the address is...
What? This address... the Ministry of Foreign Affairs.
The Ministry of Foreign Affairs?
I am Sherlock Holmes.
I've been expecting you.
So, his name is Mr. Khiviji.
Yes.
He is a wealthy merchant from India...
and he's been an important patron of ours for some time.
Are you certain that he's disappeared?
He left his room yesterday and has not returned since.
This is the room.
Have you received a ransom note?
No, not yet.
But, it's not likely....
We can't say anything for certain, yet.
He loves to draw. Those animals are all his work.
These are quite good. He could easily go professional.
Is this the...
Then these two cases could be...
It's elementary, Watson.
They most certainly relate to each other.
Thank you for waiting.
I am Harras, I placed the ad in the newspaper.
You're the man from the train...
Please forgive my rudeness the other day.
Although I knew who you were, there were special circumstances...
This case involves our country's greatest secret.
Greatest secret?
He just won't talk.
I don't know what kind of secret he's got...
but I think it'd be smarter to return the parrot...
and collect the £1,000 reward.
Stupid!
Hey, you're mocking me!
You!
Ouch!
Stop that!
I am very sorry, birdie.
What are you doing to this precious parrot!
Have you gotten anything out of Khiviji yet?
Well, he's been pretty difficult...
You idiot!
Unless this man tells us the password...
the parrot won't say anything about the secret treasure.
A password...
I wonder what kind of treasure it is.
What?!
The case involves the country's greatest secret?!
According to Mr. Harras' story...
...the Maharaja of India who has maintained friendly relations with England...
...has entrusted a sensitive governmental message to the parrot.
The Maharaja?
He was the king of India, but I heard he was killed by rebels.
That's why Moriarty stole the parrot.
Moriarty, that thief...
So, what is the secret?
We don't know yet.
What's wrong?
These must be the parrot's feathers.
Feathers?
Why are they here?
The hoof prints become disarrayed here.
They continue further on.
No, look at them more closely.
Each hoof print becomes shallower from this point on.
Despite the fact that the character of the ground ...
...remains constant the depth of the hoof prints changes.
We can deduce that the overall weight of the horse changed here.
The horse became lighter
That means Moriarty got down off the horse here, then?
Not down, up... he flew away.
Flew?
The flying machine, operated by Todd...
picked up Moriarty at this point.
I see.
You're right. I don't see Moriarty's footprints.
The parrot went wild in its cage...
panicked by the sight of the flying dragon.
And that's when his feathers fell out.
It also means the trail ends here.
It seems we've only one means to capture them we will set an elaborate trap.
An elaborate trap?
Right.
Shut up! We're busy right now!
All right!
Tickle, tickle, tickle...
How do you like that? Ticklish, are you?
It's at maximum tickling!
I can't take it anymore!
Brother, your being ticklish doesn't do us any good.
Oh, that's true.
This guy's got nerves of steel.
Even at maximum tickling, he hasn't even cracked a smile.
Ridiculous! This is ridiculous!
Who the devil are you?!
What's wrong, Professor?
Read this!
What's it say?
Mr. Harras, of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs...
is holding a grand reception in honor of Mr. Khiviji's arrival in London....
Mr. Khiviji?
That's you!
Does that mean this man is a fake?
They invited celebrities, dignitaries, made a huge production of this...
and they didn't think to invite me?
So,that means the Professor isn't so important after all.
Right,right.
What did you say!
Security looks awfully tight, doesn't it?
With this many guards, the genuine one must be inside.
Let's go.
Pardon me, Sir. Your invitation, please.
Yes,yes.
Oh no.
I must have left it home.
I'm afraid nobody gets in without one.
Hold on a moment.
I suppose I'll have to go all the way back home to get it.
I'm sorry to trouble you...
but would you mind holding this for me?
And we'll hold you, too, Professor Moriarty!
Curses! It's a trap!
Get those flowers out of here!
Blackout!
It's sleeping gas! Be careful!
Stop right there!
Come on, Holmes! Hurry!
Yes.
Wait, I've seen him somewhere.
Something's wrong. Todd, fix the engine!
But, we're still moving...
Get on with it! They're catching up!
OK... OK...
Well...
Here we go. Is it this one?
It's about time for the Inspector to wake up.
Where am l?
Had a nice little nap, Mr. Khiviji?
Khiviji? What are you talking about?
Oh, you don't have to play dumb any longer.
You're now under the thumb of Professor Moriarty.
Moriarty?!
You lousy!
You've just kidnapped, of all people, Inspector Lestrade of Scotland Yard!
This is unforgivable!
What's going on?! What is Lestrade doing in my car?!
Prepare yourself!
Look out!
-Thank you for rescuing me. -No trouble at all....
What am I doing?!
That's right.
You're under arrest!
Wait!
Hey!
Wait!
No!
Hey!
I said wait!
I'll arrest you today!
Gotcha!
Be careful.
Let go of me!
Not on your life!
Wait...
Don't let go, or I'll arrest you!
Wait a minute, I've already got him?
Let go!
I'll never let go!
Don't know anything... Don't know anything... Don't know anything...
W..w..w..w..wait!
Quickly! Let's get away!
Inspector!
Are you all right?! Inspector!
Let's go!
He won't budge...!
Humph.
As long as I've got this parrot, the secret treasure is mine anyway.
Inspector...
Moriarty! This is unforgivable!
Charge!
What about Moriarty?!
The car! Pull the car around!
Let's go!
Why you! Why you!
By hook or by crook!
Oops!
Inspector!
Moriarty escaped again with the secret and the parrot!
No, he hasn't.
What?
We've got them right here.
As long as I've got this, the secret is mine.
Ouch!
The message the Maharajah left was...
Ahar-hara-jita shari-guta.
"The Red Queen Carries Arms"
The Red Queen?
That's the name of a ship.
The Red Queen is the ship loaded with armaments.
The rebels in India bought them from English scoundrels.
Good heavens!
To arms, gentlemen!
I wonder what that parrot's secret was.
It must have been for a mountain of splendid Indian jewels....
or, perhaps a mountain of gold...
We'll get it for sure, next time!
Whatever.
The city of London wakes up one morning to a stunning crime.
The bell from the famous clock tower, "Big Ben", has disappeared.
Holmes sets a trap for Professor Moriarty by pretending the bell hasn't been stolen.
If you ever find yourself in a mystery, please come see us at Baker Street.
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