Morning, Uncle G.
[yawns]
You mean good night. I've been working for 12 hours.
I'm going home after I go through the mail.
[groans]
[gasps]
Someone sent me a picture of Big Toes. I'll deal with this tomorrow.
Big Toes? He exists?
Benjamin, people have reported sightings for years.
Their stories turn out to be fakes.
-You have a photo of Big Toes? -Cool! He looks pretty real to me.
This is a piece of concrete evidence. This could be a great scoop.
The photo is realistic, but I'm skeptical.
I'd believe it if I saw Big Toes with my own eyes.
[Thea] Hmm.
[Geronimo groans]
You all wanna go up there now?
Mm-hm.
[sighs]
All right.
I guess I won't be able to sleep anyway.
I hoped you'd say that. The helicopter is gassed up and ready for takeoff.
Wait. Helicopter? Takeoff?
Thea!
[groans]
♪ 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 ♪
[whimpering]
-Are we there yet? -Almost.
Ah. [sighs]
[Thea] Get ready for landing.
Do me a favor. Be careful and take us down gently.
Sure, Geronimo.
[Geronimo screaming]
[Geronimo] I said, gently!
[grunting]
We gotta head south, where 78 percent of Big Toes sightings have been.
[Geronimo mumbling]
[Pandora] What?
Seventy-eight percent of the alleged sightings. We need evidence.
[grunting]
Okay. We're gonna look for evidence, to the south.
Wait. Don't go by yourselves.
-No problemo, G. I'll go with them. -No, Trap. Don't let... go!
[sighs]
I should be in bed.
Finish that later. Let's go look for Big Toes before dark.
They're headed south, so, we head north. We'll cover more ground that way.
Hey, wait for me!
[gulps]
[hawk screeching]
[shrieks]
If you were a ten-foot tall monster, where would you be?
Anywhere I wanted.
[sniffing]
Mm. Cheese dogs.
I'd go that way.
Do you really think Big Toes eats cheese dogs?
Mm. Goat cheese dogs.
Always ready Go, go, go
Goat Cheese Patrol
Hey, what are you doing there?
Uh, nothing. Trap here just wandered off the trail. Come on, Trap.
If there was a trail, it wouldn't have escaped the Goat Cheese Patrol.
Always ready
What's your game, son? What are you after?
Well, we're looking for Big Toes.
Big Toes, wow! Have you seen any sign of him? Is he near here?
I got six monster-tracking medals.
Dragon, swamp thing, outer space alien, giant sloth.
Even the Loch Fondue monster.
Cool. Trade you. I got a cool unicorn and a smiley.
No way. These aren't the kind of medals you trade.
-I got them from monster hunting. -Wow! You found all those monsters?
Uh, well, I looked for them.
If I found an actual monster, think of the medal I'd get.
-What do you say we join forces? -Uh, sure thing.
Let's join forces and supplies. What's the story with that goat cheese?
Always ready Go, go, go
[Scout Master] Knock it off.
Goat Cheese Patrol, let's go find us a monster.
-I did it. I did it! -Good work, but we have to go.
[groans] I guess they don't have a cheese-dog-sharing medal.
Let's sum up for the moment.
We've seen four fox trails, several rabbit tracks, but no Big Toes.
[Geronimo shrieks]
Let's have a last look and then head back.
[animals cackling]
[chattering]
[shrieks]
I don't think we'll find anything. Big Toes would be impossible to miss.
-He'd leave huge footprints two feet long. -I'd say two feet long, exactly.
These are fresh. He must have gone through not that long ago.
[gasps]
Wait! Maybe we should call for backup.
Oh, for goodness sake.
[grumbles]
[panting]
Huh?
It's so beautiful.
[man] It is called "Kiidk'yaas."
In my language, it means ancient tree.
Kiidk'yaas has been watching over my tribe since the dawn of time.
Oh, I've heard about this tree.
It's a unique species. It's sacred to your people.
Yes, and it is in danger of being destroyed.
[rumbling, engines roaring]
Move it! We got a highway to build.
You move it. No way you're cutting down that tree.
I don't care about some tree. I care about getting paid.
Go on. Get lost! You're wasting my time and my money.
We're not budging. There's nothing you can do.
Oh, no?
[Geronimo whimpering]
[laughing]
Yeah, well, you're just lucky I don't fight girls.
No problem. My brother's a black belt, too.
Hi...ya.
All right. I'm not a black belt. I am a journalist.
I'm sorry, we weren't properly introduced. Geronimo Stilton, The Rodent's Gazette.
Our readers will be interested to hear you're trying to destroy this tree.
Are you threatening me?
No, just expressing my interest in a story.
Watch your whiskers, Stilton. This isn't over.
[sighs]
Forget about Big Toes. This is more important.
Yeah. I have a feeling that the thing we followed led us here on purpose.
I'm not sure it was such a good idea to team up with the Goat Cheese Patrol.
-We're going in circles. -You think they have a medal for blisters?
Okay, patrol, rest stop is over. Resume camouflage mode.
Uh, wait. Aren't we gonna make more cheese dogs?
[Scout Master] Forward march!
[groans] No.
[all grunting]
Trap, we can eat later.
Wow. Look at that!
Goat Cheesers, looks like we've got a trail. Hello, medal.
[all] It's a monster!
Yeah. We're going for a monster-tracking medal. What'd you expect?
Uncle G is not gonna believe it.
We gotta follow the trail before it gets dark.
Uh, don't you think finding that footprint
deserves a cheese dog?
Huh? Anyone?
Looks like we'll be spending the night here.
It would be nice to have our sleeping bags and some food.
One of us can get the supplies.
The other should stay here and protect the tree.
I'll stay.
[both grunt]
On second thought, we should both stay.
You should let me lead. I'm a master tracker.
[tapping nearby]
[shrieks]
[rumbling]
Oh, dear.
Up here.
[yells]
You're gonna be sorry for that.
He's trying to get us mad. Don't take the bait. I'll handle it.
Where's your boss? He'd better meet with me
if he doesn't want his safety issues to be front-page news.
He's at the log jam on the river.
Stay here. I'll settle this before things get worse.
Hello? It's Geronimo Stilton. Is anyone here?
Over here, Stilton. Come on.
Don't worry. It's perfectly safe.
[laughs]
[shouting]
Great Gouda. Help!
Uncle G!
Grab the branch, Uncle G!
Oh, no. [gasps]
[all scream]
You could have told me you were going rafting.
[grunts]
Thank you, Mr., uh, Toes.
[grunts]
Great to meet you. We're the Stiltons. Big fans of your work.
Back there is the Goat Cheese Patrol. Huge fans.
[all scream]
-You're not a monster. -No. He's just tall and hairy.
When people started to believe this monster story,
our tribe thought this would keep folks out of our woods.
It looks like it worked. Until now.
Those workers are a great danger to our forest.
They pollute the river, chase away the animals.
Most of our tribe have already left.
If the workers cut down Kiidk'yaas, the few who remain will go, too.
-It will be the end of our tribe. -So, you're the one who sent me the photo.
You wanted us to come here. Not for Big Toes, but for Kiidk'yaas.
We heard about you and your newspaper.
You're good people. You tried your best to save Kiidk'yaas.
-What do you mean? -[man] The machines are coming back.
They're going to move your sister by force, if necessary.
There's no way to defeat them. Now it will take a miracle.
[gasps]
A miracle, you say? Why not? I've got an idea, but I'm gonna need help.
Come on. Let's see how Goat Cheese Patrol can help.
Always ready Go, go, go
Goat Cheese Patrol
Where's my brother? He went to meet you.
Oh, uh, he decided to go for a little swim in the river. [chuckles]
It's pretty dangerous in there. Sorry.
[gasps]
-Mr. Boss? You got a minute? -What does it look like?
-I'm getting ready to take down that tree. -About that.
Local folks say that this area's haunted.
If we don't leave it alone, we'll wake up the spirit of the Great North Woods.
-Stop that nonsense. Get rid of her. -Okay, boss.
You are coming with me. Don't try anything funny.
-What are you doing? -Go along with it. Pretend to fight me.
[shouting]
[Trap yelling]
I said pretend!
No. Put me down.
Leave me alone, you brute.
[Benjamin in ghostly voice] Who dares wake the spirit of the Great North Woods?
Uh... Well, me. Aloysius T. Boss.
Tremble before the power of the Woods.
[screams]
[Benjamin] Tremble before the protector of the forest.
Big Toes!
[yelling]
Spirits!
[screaming]
[all] Yeah!
[all cheering and laughing]
Always ready.
[scouts] Go, go, go Goat Cheese Patrol
This is Thea Stilton with a report from the Great North Woods
where the Goat Cheese Patrol won the record for medals earned in a single day.
Cool. A medal for "a dangerous night mission to fool some bad guys."
Wow. They really do have medals for everything.
And an update on the campaign to protect the Great North Woods.
Here with the story is Geronimo Stilton. Geronimo?
Thanks, Thea. The Department of the Interior
has just designated the Great North Woods as forever wild.
The people who make this area their home will remain.
And anyone who damages the forest will have to repair the damage they've caused.
[grunting]
And is there any truth to the reports
of the mysterious creature known as Big Toes?
Nothing new on that front, but one thing is for sure.
If he exists, he likes his peace and quiet.
From the Great North Woods, this is Geronimo Stilton reporting.
-Back to you, Thea. -[Benjamin] And we're clear.
-Great report, Uncle G. -Thank you for saving our sacred tree.
My pleasure. And thanks for cleaning up the mess you made.
[groans]
[yells]