Ah. Peace and quiet at last.
Mmm.
[tapping]
-Please, Thea. -Sorry.
Writing my memoirs is an enormous undertaking.
It's taken me days to sort my notes and now I--
-[Pandora & Ben] Hi-yah! -[Geronimo groans]
Hi, Uncle G.
There's a new movie out. Karate Mouse Power.
-Everyone at school is learning karate. -Yeah, except us.
Can we take lessons, too? Please?
[Trap] Hi-yah!
"Karate is in everything you do."
[yells]
-You've seen Karate Mouse Power, too? -[chuckles] Twelve times.
I know all the moves by heart. I'll teach you. Ready?
[all three yelling]
-Trap, watch out. -[Trap yelling]
My phone.
My lamp.
My notes.
[yells]
Nice try, but observe the master.
New move. The Triple Spider Flip.
[grunts and yells]
[groans]
[laughs] Master of disaster, you mean.
In my defense, there's only a handful of people who can do that.
[groans] Well, it appears I'm not going to get any writing done
until I find a karate master to give you all some lessons.
Hey, why don't we go back to the dojo on Frozen Fur Peak?
I bet someone there can do the Triple Spider Flip.
It's the best martial arts school in the world. Can we go?
Hmm. That's not a bad idea. I'll call my friend, the Caretaker.
Perhaps he'll let me work on my memoirs in one of the dojo's quiet meditation cells.
Oh, wait a minute.
Yaks? Nobody said I’d have to ride a yak.
One condition. I'm not going anywhere near a yak again.
-Okay. -Promise.
Very well. Then Frozen Fur Peak, here we come.
[all whooping]
[groans]
[theme song 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 ♪
There's the dojo.
And there are the yaks.
I've seen them. Turn back.
[whimpers, then screams]
We made it, Uncle G.
[exhales] The Dojo.
[Trap] Maybe there's no one home.
That's peculiar.
Hello? It's Geronimo Stilton.
Tell my friend, the Caretaker, I'm here with my family.
Come on. Open up.
I'm freezing my tootsies off.
[door creaks]
Please enter, honorable travelers.
Thanks. What took you so long?
The dojo knows only the time of the cosmic soul.
Right. This is the place where no one ever says what they mean.
It's been a long time, my dear--
[all] Crunchrat?
I go by Master Crunchrat these days.
You're not the Caretaker. What are you doing in his chair?
Start talking.
[growls]
It's only natural that you'd want an explanation. I've changed.
I realized that something was missing from my life.
I retired from business,
given everything away and come here to pursue a more simple life.
I find that hard to believe. Where's the Caretaker?
See for yourself.
Hmm. "I, the Caretaker, have left for an indefinite period of solitary meditation.
-Master Crunchrat will replace me." -It's got the Caretaker's seal.
He could have forged it or stolen it from the Caretaker.
[sighs] I sit here in the Caretaker's seat,
wearing his robe, surrounded by disciples.
-What is it going to take to convince you? -[stutters] I'm sorry.
It's just quite a shock is all.
Quite all right, Stilton. Totally understandable.
-Now, what are you doing here? -We came for karate lessons.
Rat-jitsu are the best teachers.
And Geronimo and I need a place to write our memoirs.
Mm-hm?
The dojo's rules require us to instruct whoever shall ask.
Welcome back, potato boy.
Huh?
Where are you going, dish boy?
[mumbles]
Wrong. You are now potato boy. Peel.
[gasps]
[chuckles] Nice to-- [groans]
-see you again. -Of course, you're welcome to stay.
However, while here, you must live according to our principles.
Up before sunrise, to bed before dark.
One meal a day consisting of yak milk and cereal balls.
-And you must surrender your cell phones. -No way.
-Really? -I need my phone.
Can't we just switch them to vibrate?
[giggles]
I guess not.
"Geronimo and I need a place to write our memoirs?"
I'm sticking with you until we figure out what's going on here.
Honorable lady's room.
Honorable gentleman's room.
[door locks]
[groans]
Locked.
[gasps]
"Why don't we go back to the dojo on Frozen Fur Peak?"
Goudarrific.
Whoa!
-Thea, what are you doing here? -I was locked in.
Me, too.
So, which way do we go?
Flip you for it? Heads or tails.
Tails.
I'm pretty sure it was heads.
Why don't we go that way?
Now you try.
Yes.
Is Crunchrat really only eating yak milk and cereal like Rat-jitsu?
I bet he has a secret cheese stash.
Master Crunchrat is our new caretaker.
Don't you miss the old caretaker?
Master Crunchrat is our new caretaker.
[all] Huh?
-I'm sure Crunchrat is up to something. -I know.
But I can't believe the Rat-jitsu would be involved.
-It's against their code of honor. -Maybe he's blackmailing them.
[whimpers]
Have you found it yet?
[Rat-jitsu] Not yet.
[Crunchrat] Keep looking.
Enough of this kid stuff. Prepare yourself
for Karate Mouse Power.
[grunting]
I have a special lesson for you, potato boy.
Keep practicing.
What? All of them?
-You've gotta be joking. -No talk. Peel.
[groans, then yelps]
Not like that. Like this:
[yelps] Whoa.
Pretty cool. Have you seen Karate Mouse Pow--
No talk. Peel.
The Caretaker's cell.
-Stop. -What? Wha--?
It's the Caretaker's meditation pillow. This symbol is the Ring of the Rat-jitsu.
-It would be disrespectful to step on it. -I wonder why he didn't take it with him.
-Hmm. Yes, that's a very good question. -[footsteps approaching]
[grumbles]
Oh, it must be around here somewhere.
[breathing heavily]
[sneezes]
What is the meaning of this?
Seasonal allergies?
Leave my room at once.
Why have you locked us in our cells? And why are your men ransacking the dojo?
Um, you weren't locked in at all.
The cell doors are old and warped, difficult to open.
Did you try to call for help?
Uh... No.
And we're not ransacking the dojo.
We're searching for the list of meditation exercises the Caretaker left for me.
I'm afraid I misplaced it.
Oh! Silly me.
I had it all along.
Now, if you'll excuse me.
[chanting indistinctly]
-Could Crunchrat be telling the truth? -Maybe.
But did you see how he stepped on the Caretaker's meditation cushion?
No Rat-jitsu would ever show such disrespect.
Let's keep eyes on him.
In the meantime, I'll brush up on my Triple Spider Flip.
I'll come along and see how the kids are doing.
Okay, here goes.
[grunting]
-Well done. -Can you teach us some other moves now?
Yeah. This is getting boring. We keep doing the same thing.
Not until you can see what's right in front of your eyes.
Maybe your uncle can see what you don't see.
Now, I must go and churn yak milk for dinner.
Keep practicing.
-Benjamin, Pandora. -Check this out, Uncle G.
-That's great. -I know, right?
But the chef won't teach us anything else.
He says we need to see what's in front of our eyes.
If that makes sense.
He said maybe you see what we don't.
Hmm. Would you mind doing the kata?
[grunting]
Look at the figure they're making. Doesn't it remind you of something?
[Thea] It looks like the embroidery on the Caretaker's meditation cushion.
The Ring of Rat-jitsu. A priceless gold talisman kept in secret in the dojo.
That was very nice.
Let's go.
That must be what Crunchrat is looking for.
-Why don't Rat-jitsu stop him? -I don't know.
We better hurry up and find it before Crunchrat does. So, where could it be?
To know what a Rat-jitsu would do, we have to think like a Rat-jitsu.
Hmm. When we first visited last year,
the Caretaker told me the power of Rat-jitsu is found
not in the loftiest peaks but the lowest valleys.
-Huh? -[sighs]
Who's up for yak-wrangling?
[grunting and yelling]
Ugh. it stinks here.
It's the one place Crunchrat would never search.
Too lowly and dirty for a billionaire used to diamond-studded shoes.
Here yakky, yakky, yakky.
[whistles]
Here boy. Here boy.
[bellows]
Huh?
I found it.
Over to you, Geronimo.
Why me?
This one's a female. I can tell she's got a soft spot for you.
[groans]
Easy. Who's your buddy?
Who's your pal? That's right. Geronimo.
Let me just take this.
[groans] Yuck.
The Ring of the Rat-jitsu.
-Way to go, Uncle G. -[Crunchrat] Well done.
At last, the famous Ring of the Rat-jitsu is mine.
This ring is worth a fortune. Someone's going to pay a king's ransom to own it.
For everybody who misses out,
my factories are gearing up to churn out millions of replicas
and sell them all over the world.
-I should've known. -I knew you'd find it.
Why else do you think I've allowed you to stay here?
You're the most persistent reporter I've ever met.
All I had to do was follow you and wait.
You're not gonna let him get away with stealing the symbol of your honor.
They're not going to lift a finger against me
as long as their master is in my power.
Where's the Caretaker? What have you done with him?
Funny you should ask. You're about to find out.
I only knew where the ring was hidden.
-I thought it was safe. -Accept my apologies, Master Caretaker.
[grunts] Don't worry.
We're gonna get your ring back as soon as we get out.
[Crunchrat] Time to say bye-bye.
[grunts]
How come nobody invited me to the party?
Get them down and nobody gets hurt.
[wails]
What are you going to do, peel us?
[cackling]
I was thinking of something more like this:
[whimpers]
All he did was peel a potato, you fools. Get him.
Oh. They're children and journalists.
If you can't beat them, I'm getting new henchrats.
[grunting]
Yes! The Triple Spider Flip. I did it.
[Trip screams]
We need backup.
[Geronimo] Crunchrat's still got the ring. And he's getting away.
Hey, wait for me.
You'll never catch me in that tub.
[screams]
So long, Stiltons.
[laughing] Bye.
The ring is safe.
Thank you, my friends, for your invaluable help.
[grunts]
Well done, potato boy.
It is my pleasure to make you honorary Rat-jitsu and Guardians of the Dojo.
You are welcome to stay as long as you wish.
Thanks a lot, Caretaker. But all that yak milk and cereal balls.
-Don't you guys ever get takeout? -We have something special for you,
honorable Trap.
Crunchrat's private stash!
What are you doing? Aren't those the notes for your memoirs?
You know, I think I'm better at writing about things other than myself.
Besides, I have a great idea for a story. It's called Return to the Dojo.
[Trap grunts]
[Thea] Trap, what are you doing?
There's a new movie out. Street Sailing Mouse. Forget karate.
Street sailing rocks.
-Trap, look out. -[shrieks]
[Trap whooping] [loud crashes]
[closing theme playing]