[Bea] Bzz!
Ooh. [screams]
-Bzz! -Wow! [chuckles]
♪ Live for today ♪
♪ Life's an adventure ♪
♪ Whatever comes his way ♪
♪ Whatever comes, stay in the moment ♪
♪ Keep your heart open ♪
Ah!
♪ Whatever comes his way ♪
♪ Whatever comes our way ♪
♪ Whatever comes our way, hey! ♪
"Archibald's Next Big Thing"?
[gasps] Got to go!
[narrator] It was almost time for Archibald's favorite gameshow,
Are You as Smart as a Cuttlefish?,
and in preparation, he was getting his brain ready.
Ooh, yeah.
A little to the left.
I can feel myself getting smarter.
Even though Archibald was a devoted at-home player,
he had never been able to answer a single question correctly.
-[host] What is the square root of nine? -Parsnips!
What is the moisture that falls from clouds?
Tears!
What gives power to a steam locomotive?
Steam! No, wait. Peanut butter!
But that all changes today.
I'm gonna prove once and for all that I'm as smart as a cuttlefish.
[theme song]
-Bzz-bzz? -Brain smoothie?
Bzz-bzz.
Oh, it's good for brains.
G'day, viewers, and welcome to Are You as Smart as a Cuttlefish?.
I'm you're host, Penni Plover. Tell me, are you feeling smart?
-Yes! -Then let's play the game!
Tonight's first question is--
[static hissing]
Is what? What happened to the show?
What's wrong with the TV?
There's nothing wrong with your TV, mates.
Shiny Rocket Productions is experiencing a few technical difficulties.
Please stand by.
OK.
[standby music]
What should I be standing by?
Let's go see if we can fix it.
Can't forget the smoothie!
[narrator] In order to find out what happened to his favorite gameshow,
Archibald traveled to Shiny Rocket Productions.
-Bzz-bzz-bzz? -Of course this is the place.
There's a shiny rocket on the building.
By the way, you think there's a bathroom in there?
That was a lot of smoothie.
[bell dings]
"Launchpad"?
That's a funny name for a bathroom.
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah!
I wonder which of these buttons is the light switch.
[rocket blast]
-Just FYI, that was not me. -Bzz!
[announcer] Ten, nine...
eight, seven...
-Why is the bathroom doing a countdown? -[narrator] It's a rocket ship, Archibald.
Oh, a rocket ship!
-[announcer] ...two, one. -Uh-oh.
[Archibald] Good news! I no longer have to go to the bathroom!
-[alarm blaring] -[snoring]
-Was there a launch scheduled today? -Uh... Negatory.
This is Hugh and Stan at Mission Control. What's the situation?
Hugh, Stan, we have a problem.
I've accidentally launched a rocket and I'm out of control!
[Hugh] OK, we need you to stabilize that rocket.
Just follow our exact instructions.
-Ease back on the thruster. -Fire emergency boosters!
-[Hugh] Gently apply air brake. -[Stan] Modify fuel intake.
Can you guys stop talking and just get Loy?
What's a Loy?
[telephone ringing]
Hello? Yes, Archibald's my brother.
Locked inside a rocket?
He launched himself into outer space?
That sounds right. I'll be right there.
Oh, the moon's ahead.
Moon's ahead!
[narrator] As Archibald braced for the worst,
a familiar voice was heard over the radio.
-Archibald, it's me, Loy! -Oh, hey, Loy.
-What do I do? What do I do? -Don't panic.
On the center console there's a dial shaped like a green marshmallow.
-I see it! -Good. Now, give it a twist.
-A twist? -Yeah.
-Like you're opening a jar of pickles. -OK!
-[whirring] -[Archibald] Phew! We're steady.
But I'm still headed straight for the moon!
Next, you should see a big, red, shiny button.
-Looks like a clown nose. Give it a honk. -[gasps]
Clown nose! Honk!
-All right! Yes! -Whoo!
-How did you do that? -I speak fluent Archibald.
-So, where's he heading? -Um...
Orbiter One Space Station.
Great. Let's let them know they're getting a visitor.
That's a no-can-do. We lost all communicado with that station years ago.
[Hugh] But on the bright side, the chicken has landed.
Hello?
Check it out, Bea! I'm float-walking!
-[female voice] Welcome aboard! -Oh, hi!
I'm Archibald, and this is Bea.
-You're talking to an empty space suit. -Huh?
-[screams] -[clattering]
Oh. Who are you?
I'm Claire. I'm the scientist up here.
Oh, cool! A scientist who works in outer space?
Do you just love it?
I don't. Between us, outer space totally freaks me out.
I prefer staying inside and working on my inventions, like this doohickey.
Wow!
Is there a toothbrush in there? I forgot to pack one.
I doubt it, but follow me and I'll show you around, Archibald.
Truth is, I don't get many visitors up here. Hi!
-Bzz-bzz? -Huh? Oh!
I think it is a TV satellite, Bea.
-That thing's on the fritz. -Hey, wait a second.
Do you think we can fix it so I can watch Are You as Smart as a Cuttlefish?
-I love that show! -Ah!
Me, too! Let's go!
I don't think so.
-It's way too scary out there for me. -Oh.
Well, how about I go? I have always wanted to be an astronaut.
For that you'll need outer space training. Are you prone to motion sickness?
Motion what-now?
So you're telling me we have no way of communicating with that space station,
and there's nothing to do now but sit and wait?
Would you please quit vaporizing my battle cruiser?
Stay out of my sector, dorkus!
[sighs] I hope Archibald's OK.
You're not gonna like me, space monster!
I'm just feathers and chicken bones!
-[growls] -[screams]
That was one hungry hologram.
It's part of the training, Archibald.
In space, a million and one things can go wrong.
-[screams] -Eh, make that a million and two.
Let's start with some zero-gravity cardio.
Ow!
Ow! Ah! [groans]
To become an astronaut, you'll need to eat like an astronaut.
[munching]
[burps]
Bzz! Bzz!
[Claire] Next up, reflex training.
Ah!
[grunting]
-I did it! -I think you're ready!
I am so ready!
You'll need this to fix the satellite. Sorry I can't join you, Archibald.
That's OK, Claire.
And in case I get struck by a meteor, eaten by an alien,
or trapped between the fabric of time and space, it has been a blast.
This is one tiny step for Bea
and one giant leap for me!
[grunts]
-It's stuck! -Bzz-bzz!
Ooh! Good idea. Let's see here.
Tweezers, screwdriver, spork...
Ooh! A spinny thing!
Bzz-bzz-bzz!
What do you mean, "Buzzsaw bad"?
[screams] Buzzsaw very bad!
Whoa!
No, no, no! They're floating away! Someone needs to help them!
I'm coming, Archibald!
Claire, you made it! You're not afraid anymore!
Hang on. I'm gonna give it all I've got.
[Claire grunts]
[Archibald] I think you gave it too much.
Sorry, my jet pack skills are a little rusty.
Wow! Who knew space had so many colors?
I could float out here forever.
You're in luck, because I'm pretty much out of jet pack fuel.
OK, that's not good.
But the important thing is we're all together. Right, Bea?
[beeping]
[beeping continues]
You guys hear something?
Only the sound of me blasting Stan into the eighth dimension!
No! Listen!
[beeping]
It's a distress signal!
They're trapped on the TV satellite and they need help!
-What do we do? I wasn't trained for this! -Alone? In space?
Quiet! Let's work the problem.
Is there anything here that controls that satellite?
Well, there's that service hatch override switch.
-Claire, look! The hatch is open! -[indistinct chattering]
Who's saying that? I don't see anyone.
[male voice] Yo! Down here!
[chattering continues]
-[Claire] Those are tardigrades! -Tardi-what?
Hey, whoa, whoa! A little respect!
We prefer the term "water bears."
Tardigr-- Uh... Water bears are tiny organisms that are super tough.
They can survive almost anything. Even the vacuum of space!
Hey, the monkey really knows her stuff!
Yeah, and we've been trapped in this tin can for who knows how long,
eating nothing but stale pasta.
-[Claire] Those are wires, actually. -[splutters] I told you, Donnie!
Oh, that explains why the satellite stopped working.
Now we can fix it and get my show back on!
But first, we need to get back to the space station.
It's so far away!
[water bear] Maybe we can lend a hand.
But you guys are, like, super tiny.
-What? -Whoa! Easy!
We may be small, but we're strong.
Plus, there's like a few million of us in here.
Now, step aside!
Keep it moving. I'm talking to you, Sal.
Wait until you get a load of this!
[water bears chattering]
[both] Whoa!
[grunting]
We're a little short!
But that's all of us!
Archibald, grab on to my feet!
Great idea, Claire!
Bada-boom! Water bears, pull!
[grunting]
[Claire] It's working!
-[both] Wahoo! -[Bea] Bzz-bzz!
[narrator] With everyone safely aboard the space station,
Claire was able to repair the TV satellite
and restore communications with Mission Control.
I'm gonna be home soon, Loy.
But in the meantime, we're gonna need more of those freeze-dried pizzas.
Thin crust with extra mushrooms, please!
You got it, little bro.
What's this?
For completing your first space mission,
you are now an official astronaut.
Thanks, Claire. I guess that makes two of us.
[bell rings]
It's time, Archibald!
G'day, mates! Are you ready to prove that you are as smart as a cuttlefish?
-I am so ready! -Ready!
Your first question:
What microscopic animal can survive in the vacuum of outer space?
Ooh-ooh-ooh! I know this! It's tardigrades!
-What? -Unbelievable!
I've had it up to here!
I-I mean, "water bears"!
Cuttlefish says...
If you answered "tardigrades" or "water bears," you'd be correct!
[both] Wahoo!
[narrator] That's how Claire discovered she wasn't afraid of outer space,
and Archibald discovered he was at least as smart as a cuttlefish.
It was a lovely day,
and Archibald had his beak buried in a comic book.
Ham Spade is the world's greatest detective.
And I'm just about to find out who stole the jade ladle!
-Bzz! -[gasps]
Miss Brown stole it?
I never expected her.
It's always the person you least expect.
Well, guess I nailed it, then.
I sure would love to solve a mystery like Ham Spade.
-[rumbling] -Ooh! The case of the mysterious noise!
Might you just be hungry, Archibald?
-[rumbling] -Yeah, good point.
Hello, Dolly's Delights!
No charge, Officer Jones.
It's a gift for your 30 years serving as Crackridge's best police detective.
Yeah, I guess it is time for me to retire.
The job has lost a bit of its luster.
Well, you'll be missed.
Oh, here's a thank-you note for you.
I'll see you at your party tonight at the Crackridge Ballroom.
Sounds like everyone's gonna be there.
That's what I heard. Keep up the delicious work, Dolly.
Adiós!
Morning, Dolly. One strawberry nibbler, please.
Coming right up.
Tarnation! We're plum sold out.
Plums? I prefer strawberries.
Don't you fret, sweetie.
I was fixing to whip up some more.
Where did I put that thing?
Oh, where is it?
-No, no. -[clattering]
Oh, no!
My recipe! It's been stolen!
At that moment, Archibald finally found the case he was looking for.
-[gasps] The case of the stolen napkins! -Bzz-bzz-bzz!
-Oh, right. The stolen recipe! -Bzz...
I have to find that recipe!
It's been in the family for generations!
[narrator] Indeed, the recipe had been passed down
from Dolly's earliest ancestors...
You keep safe!
[laughs]
Verily, I prithee.
Thou must keepeth this recipe safe-eth.
...all the way down to young Dolly.
Dolly, you best keep this rootin' tootin' recipe safe, dagnabbit!
You can count on me!
I'm sorry, Mama!
Don't you have it memorized?
I should, but I tend to forget things.
What were we talking about?
-The recipe? -Right.
I'll try my darndest to remember how to bake my nibblers.
Did I start with four cups of flour or four cups of salt?
I vote flour. But don't you worry, Dolly.
I'll solve the case of the missing recipe,
or my name isn't Archibald Periwinkle Strutter!
-It is? -Yeah, sure.
Now, what would Ham Spade do?
A good detective narrows down the suspects.
Who could be the thief?
Well, the thief must live in Crackridge, loves nibblers, and went to Dolly's today.
And bad guys always have an evil mustache.
They don't need a mustache, kid.
And bad guys probably have an evil mustache.
OK, now you should look for clues.
Clues. Got it!
A-ha! The thief left a clue!
Excuse me, Dolly.
Pardon me, Dolly.
Coming through, Dolly.
[narrator] Might they be your own footprints?
Huh?
Oh. Bring on the next clue!
-Bzz-bzz-bzz! -Good thinking, Bea.
Always keep the crime scene clean.
Bzz...
What's this? Oh!
A parachute salesman left this today.
Come to think of it, he did ask about my recipe.
[gasps] I bet he has something to do with the crime.
Detective Archibald P. Strutter is on the case!
I just need the address. Thank you.
[narrator] The address led Archibald and Bea to the Crackridge docks.
I bet his office is dark and mysterious.
[horn honks]
Or not.
Welcome to Mortice Falcon's Parachute Emporium!
Are you looking for something casual or formal?
Why would I need a parachute?
Why wouldn't you need one?
What if you're about to crash a glider or stop a runaway bobsled?
You know what? I think...
Never mind. For a second, I thought those things had happened to me.
-Bzz-bzz. -No!
One parachute, please.
[cash register dings]
-How about some matching pants? -Ooh!
Bzz-bzz.
Now, let's not change the subject... again.
We're here because you visited Dolly's Delights this morning.
I did!
I thought if I could get her wearing a parachute,
everybody would want one.
That Dolly has the recipe for success.
Like the nibbler recipe?
Urgh! No! I can't stand strawberries.
Well, do you know anyone who might want to steal Dolly's nibbler recipe?
Is the parachute the greatest invention in history?
Uh...
Yes! Just like everyone wants a parachute, everyone wants that nibbler recipe.
[narrator] Just then, Archibald knew exactly what Ham Spade would do.
Yeah, I do! He would...
[sighs] Question everybody.
Question everybody! Where were you--
-Everybody but me, Archibald. -Oh, right, right, right.
-Where were you-- -Bzz!
Sorry.
Wah!
[narrator] Archibald wasn't any closer to solving the case.
Don't remind me.
[sighs] What would Ham Spade do?
Arts and crafts!
No, this here's an evidence board.
An evidence board!
And that is...?
Detectives will put suspects and clues on a board
and connect them with string to solve a case.
Oh, great idea!
What are we waiting for?
-[narrator] You, Archibald. -Oh, thanks for waiting!
[thud]
Hm.
Who would steal the nibbler recipe?
Nope. He lives in Hoofhöven.
Nope. Sage is on Mount Crackmore.
Nope. She's gluten-free.
Hm.
[gasps] I solved it!
[narrator] Officer Jones?
He's the person you least expect.
Plus, he has a mustache! Let's go get him!
-Ah! -[clattering]
Whoo! That's some hard evidence.
[clattering continues]
-Archibald? -[grunts]
Where were you at 8:26 a.m. today?
What? I was at Dolly's, with you.
Likely story.
Dolly's recipe was stolen!
What? No!
-We have to find it! -Don't play innocent with me.
All the evidence points to you!
To me?
You live in Crackridge, went to Dolly's, and love the nibbler!
Mm! That is good!
All those things are true. Guilty as charged.
So you admit it!
Hold on, now! You were at Dolly's today.
And you eat Nibblers, too.
[gasps] Wait. Does that mean...
Am I the person I least expect?
And I have a mustache! Oh, no!
Bzz...
Archibald, what are you doing?
Uh-oh.
Good thing we have...
-Well, that's not good. -[sighs]
Look, just because I live in Crackridge,
went to Dolly's today and eat nibblers doesn't automatically make me the thief.
It doesn't make you the thief.
But if you didn't steal the recipe and I didn't steal it, who did?
My guess is someone at my retirement party,
since everyone will be there. [gasps]
Holy ravioli! I'm late for my own party!
[grunts]
Can I be your plus one?
Oh, yeah!
Hop in!
-[siren wailing] -Sweet siren!
Wahoo!
[Officer Jones] Ha! Yeah!
I forgot how fun this is!
Shortcut!
[both] Yahoo!
OK, let's go over the case again. Start at the beginning.
Well, let's see. I woke up, brushed my teeth, ate a bowl of Corny-O's--
[Jones] Beginning of the case!
I questioned everyone in town.
Did you miss someone?
In my experience, it's usually the person you least expect.
[gasps] Ham Spade says that, too!
[sighs] Got to jump the river. Hang on!
Yee-hah!
[gasps] My comic book!
[screaming]
How's it going, Murph?
-[screams] -Watch out!
-Bzz-bzz! -Parachute?
[gasps] My parachute!
[tires squeal]
[attendant] You can't park here.
That parachute was genius! You learn that from Ham Spade?
Nope. That was pure Archibald P. Strutter.
-And a certain winged friend. -Bzz-bzz!
You know, you remind me of myself when I started out as a detective.
I didn't know anything, either.
I wish I knew what Ham Spade would do.
If only I still had my comic book.
Well, without Ham Spade, you just did something pretty amazing.
What would you do to solve the case?
What would I do?
Let's find out.
Wow. This is it.
My last night as a police detective.
I need a nibbler.
[Archibald] The person you least expect!
Hey! I was gonna eat that!
Hello!
-Archibald. -Sorry.
Hello, everyone. Welcome to my retirement party.
Before we begin, Archibald here has a few words.
More than a few, but yes.
Today, Dolly's nibbler recipe was stolen.
-[audience gasps] -[murmuring]
And I know who did it!
-[guest] Was it you? You're handcuffed. -Nope, not me.
-[guest] Oh, OK. Thanks for clarifying. -[Jones] Hey! Whoa!
It wasn't Mayor Fowler because he was getting his feathers dyed.
-[gasps] -I have no idea what you mean.
It wasn't Cousin Ashley because he was taking gymnastics lessons.
Guilty as charged!
[grunting] Stick it!
Bzz-bzz!
[guest] What's going on? This is taking forever.
A detective might get to the point right about now.
Oh, right. The thief is the only person I didn't question in Crackridge.
The person we least expect is...
[drumroll]
-...Dolly! -[gasps]
[gasps]
-What? -Did you write Officer Jones a note?
Well, yes. To thank him for all the good he's done here in Crackridge.
Did you write your note on this?
-A nibbler? -Oh, hang on.
I'm gonna save that for later. This!
[Dolly] Sakes alive!
I wrote my thank-you note on the back of my recipe card by mistake!
Oh, thank you, Archibald!
[cheering]
Thanks, Archibald.
I've decided I'm gonna stay on the job.
You helped me remember why I became a detective: helping people.
And the delicious evidence!
[narrator] Well done, Archibald. You solved the case of the missing recipe.
Thanks! But now I'm on a new case.
Who stole my nibbler?
-Huh? -[burps]
Bzz-bzz...