-Care for some tea, Dondina? Lars? -We do tea our own way.
Ready, Lars?
[gargles]
[gulps]
-Right. Now, what can I do for you? -Oh, Mr. Stilton, we're broke.
We invested all our money in a big fashion idea,
clothes made from live bees.
It turns out there were comfort issues.
We lost everything and cannot sustain our magazine.
[sobbing]
[blows nose]
We want you to buy Marie Gruyere magazine.
With your resources, you can keep it running.
[humming]
-Hey. Where's Geronimo? -Closed-door meeting.
Ooh!
Sounds hush-hush.
[inaudible]
Trap, that's an invasion of privacy.
Can you see anything?
What's up?
Shh!
Marie Gruyere is one of the most respected magazines in the world. Why me?
I'm hardly fashionable.
Geronimo Stilton Media Group is the most respected publishing company in the world.
We think you would be the perfect partner.
[sniffling] Uh-huh!
I'm flattered. Well, let me think about it.
[gasps] Fabulous! We shall wait here until you make your decision.
[all gasp]
Oh, hey, coz. [chuckles]
What's new?
[theme music plays]
♪ 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 ♪
[Geronimo] I have big news.
The Geronimo Stilton Media Group is the new owner of Marie Gruyere.
-Bravo. -This call for a toast.
-I'll get the fizzy cheese juice. -Lars, Dondina, meet my sister, Thea.
-Pleasure. -My nephew, Benjamin.
[kisses]
I'm Pandora. I love your magazine. Thank you for doing what you do.
Uh... Sorry, coz. I'll buy you a new TV.
Can I borrow some money?
Who is this vision of masculine perfection?
-Trap? -Trash.
I love it.
It's "Trap," as in "mousetrap."
The face, the physique. He's the one we're looking for.
Pose for us.
Elongate your neck. Smile. Not with your mouth, with your eyes.
Give me intensity. Be fierce!
[growls, then giggles]
Fiercer!
[growls]
Too fierce.
We're traveling to exotic locations for photos for our next issue.
You will be our star.
I'll tag along. This will be a great story for The Rodent's Gazette.
We can all go, in the Meta-Mouse.
Suit yourselves. We leave in the morning for Gorgonzoleo.
Come, Trash. We have much to do.
Walk like a model. Knees up. Shoulders back. Heel-toe.
[yells]
Welcome to Gorgonzoleo.
We get few visitors from the outside world.
I trust you'll treat my island with respect.
Thank you. We're deeply honored to be here.
[shutter clicking]
Dondina, the emperor.
Emperor, darling. Would you be a good boy and get me a frozen yogurt?
-What? -I feel like a frozen yogurt.
Are--? Like a...?
[Dondina] Lars, would you like a froyo?
Two frozen yogurts. We'll be on the beach. Come, Lars.
[stuttering]
Your Majesty, I'm sorry--
Be sure to clean up after yourselves. We're done here.
Dondina was rude to the emperor.
-I need to have a word with her. -No! You might upset her.
Dondina and Lars are creative geniuses. They're very delicate.
That's no excuse for boorish behavior.
I'm ready for my close-up.
-Tell me the truth, are my ears boring? -Oh, no.
This is so unbelievably awesome. A real Marie Gruyere fashion shoot.
I gotta blog about this.
-You're leaving? -This stuff isn't my cup of tea.
I'm going surfing. The beach has some amazing waves.
Lars is ready to shoot.
Trash!
Are you ready to make beautiful pictures?
You know it. I'm gonna give you all the different flavors.
I've got joy, fear, surprise, suspicion, trust, love, anger.
Bing, bang, boom, pose, pose, pose. Big finish. What'd you think?
[panting]
-You're sweating. -Like a long-tailed cat
-in a house full of rocking chairs. -I don't like it. Do you like it?
We don't like it. No more sweat. Get yourself together.
This is ridiculous. It's like an oven here and he's in winter clothes.
Dondina and Lars are artists. They have a vision.
-It's not up to us to question it. -You want some cold water?
[gasps]
[sighs]
[Dondina] Trash!
Have you pulled it together?
Music.
Oh, now that's a model. I'm loving this. Lars, are you loving this?
[sobbing]
Beautiful. Work it.
Explore the set.
[chuckling]
[grunting]
-Somebody help me with this. -[laughs] That's a wrap, everyone.
Let's hear it for our star.
[snoring and mumbling]
[laughing]
[grunts]
[snoring]
[yawns]
[Dondina] Oh, good morning, Geronimo.
We're exercising with our big rubber balls.
Come and join us.
-Good morning. Sleep well? -Like a baby.
-You sucked your thumb and cried? -[chuckles] Nice one.
You kept me up with your snoring. It sounded like you had power tools.
-Really? I didn't hear a thing. -Me neither.
I had all the cabins soundproofed after the last trip
when I could hear him on the top deck. Bunk with me tonight.
[Dondina] Everybody inside.
Buckle your seat belts and stow your tray tables.
We must leave for the next location, the Mountains of Alratazar.
[siren wailing]
-What's going on? -The Chunk of Gorgonzoleo has been stolen.
My priceless jewel, pride of my empire.
I'm so sorry.
-You don't think one of us took it. -I do. I welcomed you to my country,
and this is how you thank me. Search them and their flying contraption.
Oh, this is an outrage.
You can't treat us this way. We're in fashion!
Where's Thea?
[whoops] All right!
Everything will be fine as long as we're innocent.
Did you find it?
What's going on?
-Where have you been? -Enjoying the surfing on your beach.
Arrest this woman!
What?
I assure you, she had nothing to do with any of this.
That is not why she's being arrested. Surfing is against the law. Take her away.
What?
You have something of mine. Now I have something of yours.
Return the Chunk and she will go free.
Uh...
[Dondina] Okay, let's go.
The Mountains of Alratazar are waiting.
We can't leave. We have to find the jewel.
Do what you wish, but I'm leaving.
If you would show me how to operate your flying thing.
Geronimo.
-Go with Dondina. -Absolutely not.
-I won't leave you. -We know who stole the jewel.
-They probably hid it well. -I can't let them know I suspect them.
Right. So go along with them. Don't worry. I'll be fine.
[sighs]
[monk] Welcome to the Alratazar.
Our order has lived simply in these mountains
for hundreds of years.
And all we ask is that you disturb nothing while you are here.
Ah! I see you are admiring our monkey.
It is made from solid gold,
encrusted with rubies, emeralds, and sapphires.
-It's very beautiful. -Thank you.
We all love it very much, and take inspiration from its beauty.
I bid you peace.
Come, Lars. We must begin at once.
See them check out the statue? They must be the thieves.
You wouldn't say that if you knew about fashion.
[groans]
Try to stay focused. We have to find the jewel,
or enough evidence to free Thea.
Hello. Lovely day.
Keep an eye on them. I'll look around their cabin.
-What should I do? -What you've been doing.
You keep them busy.
[yelling]
[gasps]
I'm just... making a repair in Dondina's suitcase.
I mean, her cabinet. Her cabin.
Oh. [chuckles]
No problem. I need to get something, and I'll be out of your way.
-Makeup? -Sort of.
It's ultraviolet powder.
It glows under black light.
Lars uses it for special effects.
-Fascinating. -Um, Mr. Stilton,
I'm sorry about your sister. I don't believe she stole that jewel.
Thank you. If you know what happened, please, tell me.
[stammers]
I don't know anything.
I have to go.
Hm...
First the farmer sows his seed Then he stands and takes his ease
Stomps his foot, claps his hands And turns around to view the land
Learn anything?
-Did you find anything? -Nothing we can use.
I had a conversation with the makeup artist.
-I think she knows something. -What you gonna do?
Try again. Poor Thea is sitting in jail. I hope she's holding up all right.
[snoring]
Well, I suppose I can share. You have to eat, too.
Hey.
[sighs]
Geronimo, get me out of here.
[Trap shivering]
Ready to shoot.
Trash.
[shivering] Ready.
A swimsuit? In this cold?
This is madness.
No, it's fashion.
Music.
Go, Trash. Go!
Stop!
What's with the...? [shivers]
It's cold.
You're hot, you're cold.
I can't work this way!
What is happening on my set?!
Take a break and get yourself together. Mind over body.
Shauna, you know something that you're not telling me.
No. I don't know anything.
If you witnessed the crime, that makes you an accessory.
Please. My sister is in jail.
Mm...
Okay. I'll tell you, but this could cost me my job.
In the middle of the night
I heard Dondina and Lars coming into the Meta-Mouse. They were arguing.
I think I heard Lars say something about a jewel.
Really? Did you hear anything else?
No. Sorry.
Thank you. You've been extremely helpful.
[sighs, then sniffs]
[yelps, then screaming]
I love it. What energy. What passion.
Now, that's a model.
There. You'll be more comfortable here.
Why are we going to sleep? Shouldn't we stake out the statue?
That might tip off the suspect. Don't worry, I've baited a trap.
All we have to do is wait for the thief to spring it. Now to bed.
[Geronimo snoring]
[sighing]
Hello. Won't you come in?
Care for some tea?
I am here because our monkey has been stolen.
I wish for it to be returned immediately.
I'm terribly sorry.
There's a thief in our midst. But we'll find it momentarily. Benjamin.
I knew our thief couldn't resist the temptation of the statue,
so, I dusted it with ultraviolet powder.
Whoever stole the statue will have evidence on his or her hands.
-Lars and Dondina, let's see your hands. -What?!
This is an insult.
[sobbing]
No, it's not their hands I wanna examine. It's Shauna's.
-Stop her! -[Pandora] Hey!
Stop in the name of fashion.
Get off of me. I'm just doing the dishes.
You said you heard Lars and Dondina come in,
-but the cabins are completely soundproof. -Because of me.
And you claimed you heard Lars and Dondina talking about a jewel.
How could that be? Lars never says a word.
Mm-hm.
I got nothing to say to any of you.
You don't need to. All we have to do is find the stolen goods. Benjamin.
You're not gonna find anything there. The police searched it.
I'm sure they have.
-Did they search the hidden compartment? -The Chunk.
The monkey.
My Ben Pad?
When did you steal that?
Your makeup case is extremely well-padded. Odd, considering makeup isn't fragile.
Looks like you're going away for a long time.
[chuckles] I've always wanted to say that.
Why would you do this, Shauna? Why would you try to frame Lars and me?
You've been a part of our team for years.
Yeah, and I watched you practically bankrupt the magazine.
But if you went to jail, someone else could take it over.
Someone like you, maybe?
Is that so crazy?
I got great ideas.
Like thermos trousers.
[gasps]
That is a great idea. But it doesn't excuse what you've done.
Thank you, Geronimo Stilton.
Go in peace.
The Chunk of Gorgonzoleo was returned and Thea Stilton was released
with all charges dropped.
Makeup artist Shauna McCurdle was found guilty.
She's serving a five-year sentence,
and serving as the emperor's makeup artist.
Oh, thank you for all your help, Geronimo.
And now, we must leave.
We have much more fashion to shoot.
What's next? How about me in formal wear in a volcano?
That's not a bad idea, Trash, but I'm afraid we're going without you.
So, Trap really isn't a model?
Oh, don't be silly.
He's a brilliant model.
Just look at these shots.
But we've found someone even better.
Look at him. Oh, such drama.
Such passion. I've never seen another like him.
[squeals]
And now, we bid you farewell.
Sorry, Trap.
-Yes, tough luck. -It's okay. I don't think I'll miss it.
Modeling is tougher than it looks, especially swimwear modeling.
[laughing]
[Trap] Ow! Ha, ha, ow!
-[Geronimo] I guess. -[Trap] Burning.