[announcer] This is Munsterpiece Theater.
-What you watching, Uncle G? -My favorite show, Munsterpiece Theater.
You sure you have the right channel?
Sally Rasmaussen here with an announcement that'll blow your whiskers.
The Daily Rat has found a real-life prehistoric mouse
from the Stone Age frozen in a block of ice!
Oh!
Hang on. What Sally is saying is actually interesting for once.
Now, I could keep this discovery to myself,
but I'm so generous and kind I've decided to share it with you.
I will unfreeze the prehistoric mouse at a gala event tonight.
A prehistoric mouse? No way. Let's go see him.
Yeah. What do you say, Uncle G?
-This is big news. -Ha! It would be,
if it was a genuine prehistoric mouse. I'm confident this "discovery" is a hoax.
If it's a hoax, we owe it to our readers to expose it.
Good point. All right, we'll go.
[Sally] Prehistoric mouse!
One night only! Bring the entire family!
[groans]
[theme music playing]
♪ 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 ♪
[crowd] It's Geronimo Stilton!
[crowd clamoring]
How did Sally scoop you on this story?
Geronimo's been a fine reporter for many years,
but clearly he's lost his edge.
[chuckles] Enjoy your evening, guys.
What about that, Mr. Stilton? Have you lost your edge?
[scoffs] I most certainly--
What I mean to say is I'm the-- I have not lost my edge.
I want to make that clear. Does everyone understand?
[footsteps running]
Oh, good Gouda.
[crowd murmuring]
-[mouse 1] Over here. -[mouse 2] Hi, Daddy.
[fanfare plays]
[crowd gasps]
Good evening, ladies and gentleman. Welcome. I'd like you to meet--
Well, I don't know his name, but I'm sure he'll tell us soon.
[laughing]
[murmuring]
It was a joke. He can't tell us his name, he's a prehistoric mouse.
[chuckles]
This mouse has been cryofrozen,
and is expected to come to life when unfrozen.
We shall now commence the unfreezing!
[gasping]
[grunts]
[clapping and cheering]
[roaring]
-What? -He kind of looks like you.
She's right. He really does.
[grunting]
Really? I don't see it. He doesn't have my fashion sense. Heh.
Look at him.
Frozen in ice for tens of thousands of years.
This wonder is not just for your amusement.
We must conduct scientific experiments,
like the tickling test, the wedgie test,
the dress-him-up-like-a-fairy-princess test.
[applause and cheering]
That's not scientific. She's exploiting the poor guy.
He's probably frightened.
What will be the outcome of the Jazzercise test?
We'll find out after this brief intermission. Ha, ha!
Get your prehistoric mouse T-shirts!
-Get your cheese, now salted, here. -Prehistoric...
-She's doing all this just to make money. -[Trap] Yes!
-What? -We can't let Sally exploit that creature.
We need to rescue him.
-You're right. -Yeah. But what'll we do with him?
Send him home. We can use Professor Von Volt's time machine.
I thought it was broken.
It's very close to being operational again.
[squeaks]
[machine powers up]
[whoops] Yes! Back in business.
[squeaks]
Sally won't just give us the mouse.
How are we gonna get him? She's not gonna hand him over.
We need some way of sneaking him out without her noticing.
-What? -[Sally] Be sure to save room for
prehistoric mouse cookies and cakes, served at the end of the evening.
[cheers]
To be clear, the prehistoric mouse cookies and cakes will not be free.
Oh...!
Okay, now's our chance.
For the photo shoot, make sure we have the best hair and makeup team in town.
Not for the prehistoric mouse! For me!
Oh, you.
[kisses]
Ladies and gentlemen,
let's have a nice warm New Mouse City welcome
for your prehistoric mouse!
[roaring and audience cheers]
[grunting]
We're here to help you.
-He can't understand what you're saying. -You're right.
The poor thing is scared and confused. Let's get him to Von Volt, fast.
Here's the floor plan. We're here. Sally's guys are at the main entrance.
-There's a delivery entrance here. -[Geronimo] We can there via this hallway.
Hey. Where'd he go?
Over there!
Runaway prehistoric mouse!
Ah! He's going down.
[elevator bell dings]
[grunts]
Did you say something?
What?
[stifled yelling]
That was close.
I texted the professor. I hope the time machine is ready.
[squeaking]
Go, prehistoric mouse. Go, prehistoric mouse.
Get funky. Get funky.
[cheering]
[mouse] Yeah!
Yum-yum?
Are you hungry, Mr. Prehistoric Mouse?
We've got some delicious yum-yums.
No yum-yums unless you do more tricks. I mean, experiments.
What do you say, science lovers?
Who wants to see the prehistoric mouse do ballet?
It's like he wants to go back to Sally. You'd think he'd wanna get away.
She unfroze him. Maybe he feels attached to her.
Maybe, but something's not right.
Let's talk later. We're almost home free.
Pirouette. Plié now.
How graceful.
All the more amazing when you consider he's been encased in ice for 20,000 years.
Yum-yum.
-Yum-yum. [giggles] -Not right now, prehistoric mouse.
More dancing.
Tell you what, we'll do one more experiment,
and if you do it well, I'll give you some yum-yums, okay?
Now dance.
Cheese dogs here. Get them while they're hot. Cheese dogs.
Give me one with everything. No, make it two.
[gasping]
It talks.
How's that for an intelligent prehistoric mouse?
He's already picked up a few phrases in our language. Let's hear it for him.
[Sally laughing and crowd murmuring]
He's not a prehistoric mouse. He's just a regular mouse.
The kid is right. This guy is a fraud.
What's the matter with you?
[stammers]
Gotta go.
[crowd booing]
I can explain it! That's not the real prehistoric mouse.
The real prehistoric mouse was kidnapped by aliens.
I mean, by rival scientists. I'm sure he hasn't gotten far.
Remain in your seats. The show will continue momentarily.
-What's going on? -I have no idea.
That guy looks like Geronimo Stilton's doofus cousin.
[gasps]
You're right.
He is Geronimo's cousin.
Oh, they stole our cash mouse.
We need him back, or we've got trouble.
[alarm sounding]
It's locked. We need to find another way out.
Help me put him in here.
[Geronimo grunts]
The coast is clear. Let's go.
-It's locked. -The whole building's locked down.
-What do we do? -I know a way out. Stay here.
-I'll open it from the outside. -Hurry.
See to our friend.
-I'll keep these guys busy. -Okay.
[grunting] Oh, my shoulder. This is heavier than it looks.
Good job, Uncle G. Hang in there.
Let's go.
What about Trap?
He knows where we're going. He'll catch up. Let's go.
Our men saw the Stiltons leaving the building.
-Where did they go? -I have no idea.
Wait for me, you guys!
[chuckling]
That fool will lead me right to them.
Keep the audience busy. I'll be back with our star attraction.
Follow that prehistoric mouse!
Just in time.
[giggling]
Get it? Time?
Oh, never mind.
-You got it up and running? -Of course!
He'll go directly back to his time.
Or he might swell up to ten times his size.
He's not a rubber duck, so he should be okay.
Are you nuts?! I'm not going to the Stone Age.
He can talk?
Because he's not really a prehistoric mouse.
Am I right, Mr...?
Richardson.
You work for Sally. I thought it was strange that you tried to go back.
-The tag on your leopard skin is showing. -Okay, okay, look.
Sally hired me to play a prehistoric mouse,
but there's no way I'm going back in time.
[Trap panting]
Hi, guys. I made it.
Whoo!
What a scene. I'm starving. Where do you keep the cheese?
Give me back my prehistoric mouse!
The game is up. We know he's not a prehistoric mouse.
Well, the people at the museum don't.
So, Mr. Richardson, if you'd be so good as to come with me.
Not so fast. I'd like to conduct an on-camera interview with Mr. Richardson.
You should go back and refund everyone's money.
I don't think so. Come on, Richardson!
[yells]
[yelling]
[all grunting]
Geronimo. Trap. Benjamin.
I think I'm gonna get going. Uh, nice meeting you all.
[groans]
I said, give me Mr. Richard... son?
-Where are we? -The question is "when are we"?
-It appears we're in the distant past. -How distant? Last year?
Try 20,000 years. Judging from this crude ax, I'd say we're in the Stone Age.
Oh, well, this is just great!
Just out of curiosity, when was cheese invented?
[creature roars and Sally gasps]
-Do you think that could be a dinosaur? -Oh, please. No!
If this is the Stone Age, dinosaurs are extinct.
It could be the sound of Smilodon.
Hey, my Ben Pad still works.
"Smilodon."
Yikes.
Do they eat mice? Tell me they don't eat mice!
[stammering]
If the Ben Pad works, maybe the professor can locate us.
I'm almost out of battery.
Correction, you are out of battery.
[creature roars]
Well, I'm not going to just sit here and wait to be eaten by a Smilo-whatever.
If there are axes here, it means there are other mice, probably a city.
Wait, we should stick together. It's not safe.
[sighs] It's completely out of juice.
That means we can't communicate with Von Volt.
[creature roars and Trap stutters]
And that Smilodon sounds hungry.
Let's not give up.
There's gotta be a way to get the Ben Pad working. What do we have to work with?
There's nothing but rocks, dirt, and a chair.
-We're gonna be stuck here forever. -With no cheese!
[bawls]
Don't worry. I'll use the Ben Pad's signal to locate them.
[Thea sighs]
A-- Any luck?
No. I'm not getting a signal.
Maybe it was damaged.
Well, keep trying.
[bleating]
[chuckles] Check it out, a Stone Age kazoo.
Make a drum and we can jam.
Not now. We need to recharge the Ben Pad so we can get out of here.
We need a source of energy.
[thunder crashes]
Oh, great, a storm. Just what we needed.
[gasps] It might be exactly what we need.
Huh?
If we can harness energy from a lightning bolt,
-it could power a hundred Ben Pads. -How do we do that?
Let's see. What else do we have? What's in your pockets?
I got a set of headphones, some gum.
-Hm. We've got a metal chair. -That would make an awesome drum.
Yeah, we can use the legs for drumsticks.
He's not making a drum.
He's making a lightning rod. That's genius.
Thank you. Give me the headphones.
-We gotta place this as high as possible. -That tree's the highest around.
How do I get it to stay up here? Wait, I know.
Plug the other end of the wire into the battery port.
Now we wait.
[thunder crashing]
Help!
[roaring]
Nobody make any sudden moves.
[horn blowing]
Wow, this thing can really make some noise.
It worked!
Great. Let's hope Von Volt hasn't given up trying to find us.
In the meantime, run!
[chuckles] Better them than me.
Geronimo, Benjamin, Trap, and Sally Rasmaussen are stuck in the past.
Professor Von Volt is working to bring them back.
Professor, any developments?
What? Oh, well, let's have a look.
I've got them.
Here we go.
[yelling]
Benjamin, Geronimo, Trap.
Finally.
Our team just made it back from the Stone Age safe and sound.
Stay tuned to hear about their adventure.
Guys, what about Sally? We have to get her back, too. Don't we?
Oh, yes. Of course. We must get Sally back.
And we will, just as soon as Munsterpiece Theater is over.
[announcer] This is Munsterpiece Theater.
Somebody get me out of here!
Help!