[whimpering]
-[yells] Hey, watch out! -Sorry.
-[Benjamin] Hey, what's going on? -Oh, no.
You're mine now, punk.
-Give up that envelope. -[whimpers] What envelope?
-Hey, leave him alone. -Mind your own business, kid.
[yells]
-You okay? Should I call the police? -If you wanna help, you can deliver this.
It's urgent.
-Deliver it to who? -Chester T-- Whoa!
Wait! I didn't get the name!
Whoa.
♪ Who's the mouse who's fun and witty Scoops the news for New Mouse City ♪
♪ Geronimo ♪
♪ He's amazing, he's terrific Watch out world he's cheddarific ♪
♪ He's out of sight and in the know ♪
♪ Go ♪
♪ He's the one we call Geronimo ♪
Mmm!
So, he hands me this and says:
"If you wanna help, deliver this to Chester somebody."
But I didn't get the last name. All I know is it starts with a T.
Hmm. Very mysterious.
[speaking indistinctly]
Trap, I can't understand you with your mouth full.
Why don't we just open the envelope?
Maybe that'll help us figure out who Chester T is.
We can't open mail that doesn't belong to us.
On the other hand, I don't see that we have much of a choice.
Still, mail tampering is against the law--
Oh, for crying out loud!
Hmm.
-What does it say? -No idea.
"Solanum tuberosum, Capsicum annuum."
-Oh, yeah. These are good chips. -Trap, give it a rest with the chips.
You've been wolfing them down all day. You'll make yourself ill.
[gasps] You don't understand. This new brand is incredible!
This one's mozzarella and olive, but they have a whole bunch of great flavors.
Bacon, egg and cheese, parmesan and mustard.
It appears to be a formula, but there's no clue who Chester T is.
Maybe if we make the formula, that will give us a clue.
Good thinking, Benjamin.
Unfortunately, I have no idea what these ingredients are. But I know who will.
Hello, professor. Hope we're not interrupting.
Not at all, my friends. Give me a moment.
We'd better put these on. He could be working on something dangerous.
-There we are. -What is it, professor?
A cool, new secret invention?
Oh, no. I was downloading some pictures
from my recent trip to the Pyramids of Cheeza.
But speaking of inventions, Benjamin, I've got a little surprise for you.
Let's see. Ah! Yes. Here we are.
It's a universal remote application,
which allows one to operate any kind of electronic device from a single source.
-May I borrow the Ben Pad? -Sure.
There.
Now, observe. Say I want to turn on my toaster.
Hm. That's strange. Well, let's try that again.
[rock music blaring]
[whimpers] Oh, dear.
I guess the software still needs tweaking.
[music stops]
That's okay. It's still pretty cool. Thanks, professor.
Anytime. So, to what do I owe the pleasure of this little drop-in?
We have a formula we'd like you to make. Do you have any idea what it is?
Hmm.
The ingredients are all identified by their scientific names.
Solanum tuberosum is a potato.
Capsicum annuum is chili pepper. Sodium chloride is salt.
Wait. Are you saying the formula is a recipe?
It would appear so.
Two parts green onion, one part paprika.
Soybean oil.
-You're getting crumbs on the formula. -Oh, sorry, professor. Let me get that.
[Benjamin] Oh, no.
Trap!
[sighs] Well, I guess we'll never know what it really is.
Oops. Sorry.
[chuckles] Chip? It's sausage and pepper.
[bell jingles]
-Evening. -Evening.
[shrieks]
Hey!
[engine starts]
I don't know where he is. He's usually home by now,
-and when I call, I get his voicemail. -When did you see him last?
Trap and I were with him earlier today. But he went to his office.
Mm-hm.
You guys gotta try this pepperoni and Brie flavor. Amazing.
Trap, do you--? Never mind.
Okay, let's meet at the office in 15. Maybe we can figure out what's going on.
[grunting]
What's going on? Where am I?
Hello, Stilton. Chippy P. Crunchrat. Thank you so much for dropping in.
-I didn't have much of a choice. -Uh...
No, I suppose you didn't. But, you see, Stilton,
you have something I need, an envelope your nephew gave you.
-What do you need it for? -[chuckles]
Always the journalist, huh?
It's no concern of yours what I need it for.
-Hand it over, please. -Sorry, Crunchrat, I can't help you.
-The formula has been destroyed. -Oh. Then you'll have to recreate it.
-I can't. I don't remember it. -Really?
A smart fellow like you? You disappoint me, Stilton.
[whimpering]
What are you--?
[whimpering]
[yelling]
You see, I'm quite determined to get that formula,
so I suggest you start trying very hard to remember it.
Unless you'd prefer to become the secret ingredient in my cheese dip.
[whimpers]
-All right. I'll try to remember. -Oh, I suggest you do more than try.
-I understand. I will remember. -That's a good chap.
[yells]
Sorry. Wrong button.
You mind if I take a rest? I'm feeling woozy.
-Try cutting down on the chips. -Well, let's not get crazy.
[sighs]
There's nothing on his calendar for tonight.
-Guess what. His car is in the garage. -Weird. He's not here, but his car is.
It doesn't add up.
Maybe we should check the footage from the security system.
Good thinking.
[grunting]
Right behind you, in a minute.
Okay, all we gotta do is rewind and...
[beeping]
Let me show you how it's done.
Trap, take it easy. I got this.
My universal remote application.
I just had to make a few modifications. Now it works.
Pretty sweet, huh?
You were lucky.
Okay, now we play the footage
and see if anything weird happened.
[beeping]
Heh.
Guess it's still a little buggy. There we go.
Stop. There were two cars here tonight.
Fast forward.
-Oh, no. Could that be Geronimo? -Hang on a sec.
That's the same rat who was chasing the mouse who gave me the formula.
-I'll show him a thing or two. -How do you plan on finding him?
Uh...
Wait a minute. The mouse asked me to give the formula to Chester T.
We have to find Chester T. Maybe he can help us.
Good idea. Look up all the Chester T's living in New Mouse City.
Uh...
-What is it? -Chester Turncheese.
Chester Tastecheddar. [sighs] There's a lot.
Well, we'll just have to visit each one.
The whole list?
Yes, Trap, the whole list.
Well, in that case, I'm gonna need more energy.
[inaudible dialogue]
[sighs] What a day. I don't wanna meet another named Chester T.
-This is terrible! -Tell me about it.
We went through that whole list and came up with nothing.
Not that. I'm out of chips.
Trap! Uncle G could be in trouble. How can you think about chips?
You don't understand.
These Chester Twirlycurd chips have changed my life.
It's not just tasty-licious flavors. It's vacuum-sealed freshness.
-And the-- Uh-huh. -Did you say Chester Twirlycurd?
Hello? Chester T!
-You got a point. -Have any of us seen him yet?
-Nope. -Me, neither.
Your Chester T makes chips,
as in potatoes, onions, salt, the ingredients in the formula.
Come on! He's the guy we're looking for!
If not, can we swing by the supermarket? I need more chips.
Let's see. There were potatoes. Soybean oil, salt, paprika, chili peppers.
Three kinds of cheese. Swiss, Parmesan and Edam?
Or Swiss, Gouda and Gruyère?
-I'm getting bored, Stilton. -I'm doing the best I can.
Well, do better because I'm beginning to think it would be more fun
to just put you in the dip.
[Thea] Thank you for meeting us, Mr. Twirlycurd.
[laughs]
I'm always happy to meet my public. What can I do for you?
-Would you like some free samples? -Yes! Yes.
We were wondering if you had a formula stolen from you.
Oh! Why, yes, in fact.
It was the formula for a new flavor my team was working on,
one so irresistible, it would revolutionize the chip world.
But then I was foolish enough to let one of my employees take it home to work on.
I haven't seen him since.
-Probably sold it to my competitors. -Was he a skinny guy about this high?
That's right.
He didn't steal your formula. Someone was trying to steal it from him.
-And he gave it to me to give back to you. -I'm confused.
-That's wonderful. You have my formula? -Well, I had it.
But there was a little accident and it kind of got destroyed.
Oh, no. That's terrible.
But my Uncle Geronimo got a good look at the formula. He might still remember.
-Where is he? -He was kidnapped.
And we're hoping you could tell us who might have taken him.
-There can only be one person behind this. -Only one person.
That low-down Chippy P. Crunchrat.
That's right. Who?
He's a greedy businessman who's always been jealous of my chips.
He tried to make his own, but they bombed.
He tried to buy me out, but I refused to sell.
I knew he'd love to get that formula.
I think we better pay this Chippy P. Crunchrat a visit.
I'm going with you.
If your uncle can still remember that formula, I want it back.
[grunting]
-It's locked. -Why don't we just ring the bell?
Looks like an electronic security system.
-So? -So this.
[all groaning]
Whoops. Heh.
Let's try that again.
-[lock beeps] -Universal remote does it again.
Tell that to my clothes.
-[gasps] -[Benjamin] Huh?
[Benjamin] Huh?
That's a serious mousetrap. We'll have to go under. Follow me.
Just suck it in, Trap.
[inhales]
Come on, almost there.
-[exhales] -[alarm sounding]
Oh, no.
[gasps]
[Crunchrat] It seems we have company. You know what to do.
[all yelling]
[all gasping]
You've had your fun. Let's go.
Can I catch a ride?
-Uncle G! -Benjamin. Trap. Thea.
-Are you all right? -I'm fine.
I knew it was you, Crunchrat.
You can't make your own chips, so you steal mine. Pathetic.
Pathetic? Or genius?
You must all be tired from your little tour of my chalet.
Why don't you have a seat?
[all gasp]
Since you can't remember the formula, you need something to jog your memory.
[all yell]
Okay, I'll give you what you want.
Yes, that's it.
Banana peels.
The last ingredient was banana peels.
[Crunchrat] Banana peels?
Oh, that's absurd. You expect me to believe that?
That's what was so brilliant about it.
-No one ever thought of it before. -Banana peels.
Sounds delicious.
-[chuckles] -Hmm.
Yes, I see. Go to the kitchen and get some banana peel.
And make me a banana smoothie while there.
[timer beeping]
Chips are ready.
All right, I gave you what you want. Let them go.
Sorry, Stilton, no can do. They know all my trade secrets.
-You mean, like how you steal and cheat? -And now, everybody into the pool.
[whimpering]
You can't do this. We had a deal.
You forgot the first rule of business, Stilton. Always get it in writing.
[all yelling]
Do something!
Mmm! That dip does smell delicious.
Hey...
-Mood lighting isn't really helping. -Sorry.
[all yell]
All right, Benjamin.
[whoops]
Don't let them get away.
[yells] Hey!
Stop it.
You're making me dizzy.
[groans]
Very impressive. I'll have to steal your design.
[muffled yelling]
Oh, phew.
-Thank you. -No problem.
-[Twirlycurd] Samuels, are you all right? -Oh, I think so.
Thank you for trying to save my formula.
-I'm giving you a promotion. -Oh, thank you, sir.
But it's the Stiltons you should thank. Especially him.
You're right. Thanks to all of you.
Mr. Stilton, I'm sorry about the trouble I've caused you.
That's all right. It was my pleasure to help.
I'm just sorry I couldn't remember your formula.
-Banana peel? -I made that up.
-[laughs] I thought so. -[Trap] Oh, man.
Oh, man, oh, man!
This could be your greatest chip yet!
[stammers] It could?
Great Gouda! They're magnificent. This will be our best-selling chip ever.
-I don't know how to thank you enough. -Just a lucky accident.
To show my appreciation,
I'd like to give you a lifetime supply of Twirlycurd chips.
Yee-haw!
That's very generous of you,
-but we'll have to decline. -What?!
My cousin likes your chips too much.
-He's better off without them. -But-- But--
[whimpers]
International law-enforcement authorities are on the lookout
for Chippy P. Crunchrat, who escaped custody while awaiting trial.
Crunchrat, who was charged with theft, kidnapping and industrial espionage,
was able to break out of prison using a stolen universal-remote application.
In business news, the Twirlycurd potato chip company announced record sales
for its newest chip, "I Can't Believe It's Banana."
Until next time, I'm Geronimo Stilton.
Be well and be good.