-[Trap] It's here. -Ah!
It's finally here. The latest bit of wizardry from Napmouse Industries.
Great, Trap. Look what you've made me do.
I give you the NapMan. Ta-da!
Really? The head of Napmouse Industries, Nelson Napmouse, is a good friend of mine.
What's he come up with now?
[grunting]
So far, really tough wrapping. It's a combination music player,
phone, web browser, toothpick dispenser,
incense burner, and cheese slicer.
I'm no fan of Napmouse products. They usually don't work.
Huh. You're jealous 'cause you didn't order one.
Napmouse makes the best stuff, like the NapPhone, NapBook, NapSack.
None worked. I warned you,
but you bought them anyway because of the commercials.
Is that a NapMan? Ooh! I want one. Did you get pink? I want the pink one.
Heh. Let's try this baby out.
[Benjamin] Maybe you should wait until Uncle G comes back.
Oh! You worry too much, Benjamin.
Yes! I will now slice cheese with cutting edge technology.
-Is that my Juustoleipa? -No, it's just cheese.
Juustoleipa is the rarest cheese in the world.
[all yelling]
It's pretty good melted. Who wants to hear some music?
Trap!
♪ 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 ♪
This thing is junk.
Hey, G, you ought to call up your buddy Nelson Napmouse and complain.
Hmm. I suppose I do owe it to him to let him know that his product is defective.
[clears throat]
Good afternoon. Geronimo Stilton calling for Nelson Napmouse.
My goodness, that's terrible! How?
Oh, I see. Thank you. Goodbye.
What's wrong, coz?
Nelson Napmouse has disappeared. He vanished in the Bergouda Triangle.
The Bergouda Triangle? Isn't that where ships and planes always disappear?
Well, I'd always assumed it was fiction, but, perhaps...
We should check it out. There could be a scoop.
I hope nothing happened to Nelson.
-Maybe we should go to Bergouda. -We're going? Yes! I am so there.
The biggest star in the world is there, Fresh Curds.
[gasps]
Fresh Curds? Aah!
I'm his biggest fan.
G, we gotta get down there.
His biggest fan? I don't think so, I'm his biggest fan.
Really? I've followed him since Cheesestreet Mice.
Please. I've followed him since he was in Mice 2 Cheese.
Ha! You couldn't have. That was before you were born.
-Was not. -It was, too.
[sighs]
Looks like we're going to Bergouda.
How can you appreciate Fresh Curds when all you care about is cheese?
His best songs are about a mouse and his cheese.
Who knows more about that than me? The cheese is a metaphor.
Don't you know anything about poetry?
♪ When the milk goes bad That's when the cheese starts to happen ♪
♪ Baby, baby You melt me like a mozzarella ♪
Agh! You guys are driving me crazy.
Why does one have to be a bigger fan? Can't you both be fans?
-He's right. -I feel like such a fool.
♪ My baby's like a wheel of brie Hard on the outside, soft on the inside ♪
I should have Volt equip this with an ejector seat.
Don't worry. We're nearly there. In fact,
we're entering the Bergouda Triangle right about now.
[alarm wailing]
-What's going on? -I don't know.
I've never seen anything like this.
The Triangle must be affecting our instruments.
Man the lifeboats! Save the cheese!
We're gonna sink! We're never gonna meet Fresh Curds!
[both shouting]
[all sigh]
Bergouda harbormaster, this is the Meta Mouse requesting permission to dock.
[man] Permission granted.
Congratulations for making it through the Bergouda Triangle.
This is Geronimo Stilton. We've just been through a bizarre ocean disturbance.
-Can you explain what happened? -Well, I'm no expert.
If you're interested, you should talk to the wise man.
He lives in a hut at the pier. You can't miss him.
-Check it out. This was just posted. -The Hotel Fontaine-Bleu-Cheese.
-That must be where he's staying. -This must be the place. Shall we?
Pandora and I are gonna skip. We have urgent business in town.
See you later. Have fun.
[chanting]
Strangers!
-What brings you to our island? -I'm looking for a friend.
The Bergouda Triangle claims many friends.
What can you tell us about the triangle?
I know a great deal about it, but I'm having trouble remembering.
Maybe if you bought some of my homemade cheese brittle
-it would jog my memory. -Just give him some money.
It's all coming back to me now. Ha, ha.
Yes, for many years our island has enjoyed visitors,
not just from distant shores. Some come from distant stars.
The visitors would wait in the sky for boats to appear...
and suck them into their spaceships.
And not just boats. No, no, no. Airplanes, too.
To this day, if you dare to go into the Triangle,
you can see the skeletons of those ships lying on the ocean floor.
[chanting]
Do you think a UFO could've taken Nelson Napmouse?
I don't believe so. I'm a little confused about your story.
If spaceships sucked up the planes and ships, how can they be on the ocean floor?
Uh...
Alien magic?
And your voice sounds very familiar. Did we perhaps speak earlier?
[sputtering]
Yeah, you got me. I'm the harbormaster you spoke to.
I do this island wise man for tourists. They love it and they buy cheese brittle.
-So, what happened to Nelson Napmouse? -Truth is, nobody knows.
We had him on the GPS, but he just disappeared.
There may be something to the Bergouda Triangle after all.
-Hmm. Do you still have those GPS records? -Sure, I'll go get them.
Have some more cheese brittle on me.
[sighs]
-What are you doing? -Going to see Fresh Curds.
What, just ask the front desk for his room number?
[laughing]
Of course not. Okay, yes. Why, what's the problem?
A star like Fresh Curds has security whose job it is to keep people out.
-You gotta outsmart them. -Right, outsmart them. How?
According to the records, Nelson's last known position was here.
Turn on the lamps.
Can't move.
Something's holding us back.
[both gasp]
Afternoon, ladies, I wonder if you could do us a favor.
We'd like to rent your uniforms for a time.
I don't think so. Come on, Babs. Let's get to the store.
I promised my niece I'd get her one of those NapMan thingies.
I hope they're not sold out.
Oh, ladies. Why don't you step into my office?
[Geronimo] For cheddar's sake, be careful.
You have told me that seven times.
-Great Gouda. -What is it?
It's some kind of trap. I can cut us free, but it will take a while.
[Geronimo] Thea, what's wrong?
Thea!
[both gasp]
Thea, hold on!
-Careful, the engine could blow. -That's a chance we have to take.
I can't get it started. We have to save Aunt Thea.
Don't worry. Thea's strong and resourceful.
We, on the other hand, have a serious problem.
-This is it. Fresh Curds' hotel room. -Wow, we have got a lot to do.
I'll start in the bathroom. You do the linens.
Uh, Trap, we're not really maids, remember?
Oh, right. So, what do we do now?
Won't we get in trouble if someone catches us?
Good point.
[both gasp]
Is there anything else? Anything I can get for you, Mr. Curds?
No, thanks. I'm good.
[Trap squeals]
-What's that doing here? -Housekeeping must have left it.
I'm terribly sorry. I'll take care of it right away.
And put out the "Do not disturb" sign 'cause it's time for Fresh Curds to nap.
Yeah.
[chuckling]
Whatever Geronimo and Benjamin are doing, it's nowhere near as awesome as this.
That pulse must have been mouse-generated.
Or alien.
-There must be someone nearby. -I'll scan the area for a signal.
-I got something. -We have to find the source,
but we're going to have to do something I dislike.
[snoring]
This is amazing. We're personally witnessing Fresh Curds' pre-show nap.
I know.
No one will believe this.
Unless...
Now me.
[footsteps approaching]
This place is busier than Mouse Central Station.
-Maybe they're mousenappers. -Let's get out.
No, we have to save Fresh Curds.
Hello, Geronimo.
Nelson!
-We're heading out to sea. -Let's wake Fresh up.
-We're close enough to shore to escape. -What about his nap?
Mr. Curds.
Fresh, wake up!
I just can't believe what I'm seeing.
I'm delighted you're all right, but I can't believe this.
-I imagine you're worried about Thea. -Thea.
She's completely fine.
[yelps]
Ha, ha. You've met my A.R.C, Advanced Robotic Cephalopod. I call him Vance.
-Please, sit down. His cooking is good. -I don't understand.
It seems my friend arranged his disappearance.
You were embarrassed that your products didn't work?
What? No. Napmouse products work beautifully. Most, anyway.
-Why, then? -I'm a tinkerer, it's what I love to do.
Sometimes my tinkering turns into something wonderful,
and sometimes it doesn't.
I was expected to always come up with the next big thing.
Why didn't you retire?
I tried. The world's appetite for gadgets is insatiable. I was hounded.
So, you decided to disappear, and what better place than the Bergouda Triangle?
I should've known an old newshound like you would come looking for me.
I'm relieved that you're okay. Now, really, we ought to be getting back.
I'm sure Trap and Pandora are wondering what's become of us.
Now that you know about my hiding place, I can't let you leave.
-What do you mean? -You might reveal my whereabouts.
If we can't leave, then we're your prisoners.
Heh, I'd like to think of you more as my guests forever.
Nelson, you're my friend.
A friend would never hold a mouse and his family prisoner.
Geronimo, I wish you'd try and see it from my side.
Oh, ho!
You're in luck. The entertainment is arriving.
I equipped the place with a nightclub.
You're afraid of letting anyone know you're alive, but you bring in singers?
Yeah. I sneak them in when they're asleep, and before they leave,
I wipe their memories clean with a special spray I developed.
Couldn't you just use that on us?
Uh, if I wiped your memories, then Geronimo would still be looking for me.
He'd find me again and we'd be back where we started.
Showtime, Mr. Curds. You're on.
Call me Fresh.
What's going on? This place looks like the hotel room.
Maybe they don't want him to know he was mousenapped.
And now they're gonna make him perform like a trained monkey.
Not if the T man has anything to say about it. Let's do this.
Right.
[playing a gentle tune]
They transported the singer by boat. We can use that to escape.
[light applause]
[laughing]
Thank you, Vance.
Now let's welcome tonight's star attraction.
Please put your hands together for Fresh Curds.
Yeah.
Yeah!
Thank you, thank you. You know, it's great to be here in... wherever I am.
Show's over, everybody.
Coz, what are you doing here?
-You're in on the mousenapping? -What are you talking about?
-Trap, Pandora, how did you get here? -Why are you dressed like maids?
Bar the door. No one leaves!
-We'll need a plan B. -I'm not too sure. Look!
Stop that this instant. Bad Vance!
I don't understand why it's not responding.
Did you design Vance?
Yeah, a bit of tinkering.
[alarm wailing]
-Oh, no. -What is it?
Critical system failure. The place is gonna blow.
We've got to get out.
Hey, watch the bling, man.
Come on.
It was cool of you guys to rescue me, even though we almost all got killed.
Oh, heh. You're welcome. Hey, how about a picture?
Now me.
I'm sorry, Geronimo. I owe you my life.
When your story comes out, it'll make me look like a jerk.
Would I do that?
And I can report that Nelson Napmouse is safe and sound.
I cannot reveal his location. He's working on a secret project.
Well, how'd our new mechanic do?
The Meta Mouse is as good as new. Better, in fact.
I've put in an autopilot. Just a bit of tinkering.
Relax. Vance II is much more reliable than Vance I.
[grunting]
As for the Bergouda Triangle,
while everything this reporter witnessed was explainable with science,
it may yet reveal further mysteries.
Buddy. We got a bone to pick with you.
-This piece of junk doesn't even work. -Run!
Get back here. Don't run away. I can catch you.