Monkfish ...
What?
Come on sisters, that midnight is advancing.
A great spell will soon be there.
They are witches!
Witches? Here in Scotland?
Hey, cousin, news!
Thing?
Don't you knock before entering?
Sorry, I'm in a bit of a rush.
As you know, I am the heir to a noble Scottish family.
What you still don't know
is that I have been accepted as a member
of the Royal Golf Club of Old Scotland.
Stratopico, Trap, but now you could ...
Let's go to my castle in Scotland and take a look at the club. Come on come on!
Not a bad idea!
It seems that there are witches in those parts who terrorize people.
It would be a mustache scoop!
Uncle, what is this witch thing?
Trap, can you put me down?
Oh, I'm sorry!
Trap!
This is not yet confirmed,
but as Lord Trappola
is eager to visit the Royal Golf Club ...
I love Scotland!
And most importantly, the kilt!
What elegance!
How long does it take to prepare the Metamouse?
Less than it takes to say: poffartopo.
Erase ...
What are you doing, Pandora?
I reply to emails from my fans.
If they are your fans, why are you canceling them?
It is actually spam.
But if the sender knew me, they'd be my fan.
Is there still a long way to go?
No, we should be there in a couple of minutes.
So I have time to practice my swing.
My Royal Golf Club debut will be a mouth-watering success!
Thing?
Trap, no! Not on the Metamouse!
Careful!
Fasten your seatbelts!
Um, sorry!
Here we are!
I can't find the key.
Did you tell the caretaker we were coming?
Why spoil the surprise?
Go away!
We don't want you here.
Open this door.
I am your Lord and master, Trap.
My apologies.
I thought it was a pantegana.
A pantegana?
In short, one of those witches.
Have you really seen them?
Views? They've taken over the village!
They are practically everywhere.
In the squares, in the alleys,
lurking behind the trees
ready to take flight on their brooms.
Are you sure it's witches?
They are in the fields, along the stream, in the canals and in the countryside, among the fescues.
My fur curls up thinking about it.
What is a fescue?
I think it's a type of weed.
I am among the gorse and heather bushes.
When you saw them, what were they doing?
Thing? Do you think I stopped to check?
They would have turned me into a frog or a moldy scamorza cheese.
Now, if you no longer need me,
Lord Trap, I would go and lock myself in my room.
As long as they don't show up on the fairway or the green,
I don't think they'll bother a gentleman like me.
I'm going to the club.
It is clear that something is happening here, but what?
It's a scoop that will make your hair stand on end! Witches in Old Scotland!
Stratopico, I want a photo of a witch for my blog.
What do you think, Tea?
Sounds interesting,
but witches can wait, golf first.
Force!
The witches cast a spell. The door does not open, it is locked.
Spell finished.
No, no, no. You look like a mozzarella gone bad.
First, get into position, second, plant your feet on the ground,
third, you can deliver the blow.
May I know what book you read it in?
Any golfer worthy of the name knows this.
Anyway, that was a video.
Can I deliver the blow, Lord Trap?
Go ahead, dear.
Missed hole! What a pity!
Thing? It was a perfect shot.
If it had, the ball would now be in the pocket.
Observe,
it's easier than spreading the gorgonzola.
But what ...
"As easy as spreading gorgonzola"?
We need an eyewitness.
Someone who has seen a witch up close.
Benjamin, have you heard from Geronimo? Time for interviews!
I arrive!
Excuse me, sir,
have you seen any witches around here?
Lady? Have you seen any witches in the village?
For a thousand mozzarella in a carriage, what questions do you ask?
I already have enough of witches and pantegane.
Now disappear.
Please, ma'am, we just want to figure out what's ...
But ...
Stilton blue cheese, my favorite.
We have no hope.
People whip their mustaches with fear, they don't want to talk about it.
Fear, the most powerful enemy of truth.
Look, what's going on?
In my opinion it is a clear threat, an enigma.
I do not understand practically a crust.
What is it, uncle?
I can not see.
Here,
it looks like a message in poetic form.
"Where the clearest full moon you will see,
there, the darkest and most desperate terror you will face."
Yes, a bad poem always makes a mustache curl.
So where do you see the full moon most clearly from?
Benjamin, look for the highest point in the village.
I'll handle that!
While you're at it, he watches when the next full moon will be.
I'm sure my ball is in here.
I got you, spoilsport!
This will land directly on the green, you'll see.
She landed on the village green.
Because you distracted me.
I want to shoot again.
How dare you insult my momma's delicacies?
It was absolutely not my intention.
I just said I prefer my mom's.
Oh no!
Attention! Look, another is coming!
I was attacked by something delicious!
Very tasty!
That bad golfer saved my skin.
Topos in fabula.
He has such a nice chutzpah!
Look, Tea, these kind citizens have recognized their Lord
and have come here to greet me.
Hey there, subjects, how are you doing?
- Take this! - Thank you.
Come on, let's go.
Are you a golfer too?
No.
So why are you running away from those funny guys?
You are wrong. I'm running away from those.
Witches!
Excuse me, who are you?
I am Van Rattling,
witch hunter.
Now stop!
Trap, what are you up to?
These mosquitoes are eating my fur.
Wait. Here they come.
Um ... I have a question.
If he's a witch hunter, why does he run away?
Shouldn't he hunt them down?
I have a question too.
Does he have mosquito spray?
Come with me,
I want to tell you a long story.
Why did we climb up here?
This is the Collina del Formaggio Blu, the highest point in the area.
"Where the clearest full moon you will see."
"And the darkest and most desperate terror you will face." Right?
That's right, Benjamin.
So, let's take a look around.
Have you seen?
Someone has lit a bonfire.
What caused these holes?
Maybe that's where the witches put the cauldron.
Look, a witch's hat.
Great job, Benjamin, just the clue I was hoping for!
At least one thing we know.
Whoever the witches are, they are not trendy.
- Aren't you going to eat that piece of bread? - No.
Mr. Van Rattling, were you saying?
For years I have been hunting witches.
I have traveled all over the world following those scary creatures.
I have faced incredible dangers
and have always saved the fur thanks to courage and determination.
Every night, when I run after the prey,
I don't know if I will be able to see the light of a new day.
So, I decided to retire.
It's time to pass the baton to a younger and more worthy successor.
Lord Trap,
I am convinced that you are that heroic mouse.
I entrust you with all the tools of the trade.
Cap, cloak, coil of rope, grappling hook,
onion necklace and breath mints.
What do I need these for?
As you know, onions stink terribly.
Mr. Van Rattling, I don't know if Trap has the witch hunter's fur.
- Hey! - Poffartopo!
Look here! She fits him perfectly.
What do you say, Lord Trap?
Accept the challenge of being the new witch hunter?
I humbly accept the assignment.
However, after dinner!
Perhaps I was a bit hasty in choosing my young successor.
Tea, please accept my cap, my cloak ...
Nothing to do, the job is mine.
All mine!
The tissue analysis does not give any results.
Find out something, Benjamin?
Nothing at all.
For a thousand mozzarella, I was hoping to find a clue!
One direction to follow, any lead ...
How about the label?
Great spirit of observation, Pandora!
They would look like runes.
Yes, characters belonging to an ancient alphabet, I think so too.
Tea, how was the golf?
I mean, but Trappola and I have seen witches.
What did they look like?
The appearance of witches, I suppose.
I did not observe them well, we were chased by an angry crowd.
Trap pulled a ...
It's a long story, but there's more.
We met a witch hunter, Van Rattling.
Or rather, former hunter.
He announced his retirement from the business and appointed Trappola as his successor.
Trap?
It's a bit of a strange choice.
So, where is Trap?
The trick is in the rotation of the wrist.
Now, when I tell you to throw ...
Ah! Come here!
What's up?
What's he doing?
Well, I'm not done eating,
because here we talk about witches!
What's going on now?
There is a...
There's a ...
There's a witch.
Lord Trap, it's me,
Yes, sure, I understood that.
Who is all that food for?
It's for witches.
A generous offer to keep me from turning into a frog.
They should be here any minute.
I see!
You invited the witches to dinner with us.
Very well.
Would you mind excusing me for a second?
I give up!
It's absurd, there are millions of different runes in this archive.
We will check them all, and if we find out what this means,
we will understand what witches we are dealing with.
I thought you didn't believe in witches.
I don't believe in magical powers.
Yup!
Here is the book you wanted!
Yes ... But really,
I wanted the volume next to this.
What?
Not that I'm afraid of those witches,
but it's always best not to risk the fur.
Since I have to stay holed up here, I might
as well spend the time in a useful way.
Help!
Go away, witch!
I'm not a witch, Lord Trap, I'm Timmy Mac Chegrana.
His golf ball
saved me from that moldy Mac Gruvier pantegana.
I thought I'd come and thank you personally for her help.
This is what a witch would say to deceive me!
Go away, leave me alone!
All right.
Wasted effort, we still don't know what that rune means.
Something will come up soon.
What's going on over there?
What are they watching?
That.
Wow!
There is nothing supernatural about the phenomenon,
there is always a logical explanation.
So why are your knees shaking?
Do you have any ideas, Geronimo?
Nothing comes to mind.
Maybe witches really exist.
- We just saw one fly. - Yup?
Or was it a trick to make us believe it?
Again, there is always a logical explanation.
Of course there are people
who cannot accept a little gratitude.
Take a look, uncle,
isn't that one of the brooms the witches flew on?
Yup! Nice shot, Benjamin.
It looks like one of those.
Hands off my broom!
Ugly thieves, drop that broom!
How dare you?
I will turn you into frogs!
Now what's the most logical thing to do?
In this case, even if they are not real witches, I
would suggest running away.
Maybe we should return the broom!
Not now.
In there, quick!
They can't be far
Ugly rats, give us back the brooms!
Let's try this side, we have to catch them back.
Where will they have gone?
Maybe we have sown them.
Let's go back to the Metamouse to examine it.
Is this a new jacket with air conditioning?
Apparently!
Well, I'll have to buy a new one.
Gruvier Mod. It's your lucky day!
Clothing store.
Well, it'll only take a minute. I hope they have something in green.
Pandora, can you give me the rune drawing, please?
What is it, uncle?
These are not runes.
Thing?
It is the same as the shop sign.
Perhaps, by using the hat often,
part of the label has faded, so much so that it appears to be written in an ancient alphabet.
It is what I call a telltale clue.
An evening not to be missed.
Yes, it's one of ours.
The company bought the costumes from us.
Costumes?
Yes my dear. Theatrical costumes.
Tonight there will be a full moon, the show is about to begin.
Go there, it's strenuous.
The witches are part of a theater troupe.
Thing? Did she know and didn't say anything?
It wasn't nice of him.
A lot of people got scared.
I admit, this is true.
But I promised the ladies.
They said some people like to be scared.
That's why they watch horror movies
and ride breathtaking roller coasters.
It's part of the fun.
He's not all wrong.
The witches behind me
have terrorized a quiet Scottish village.
In fact, they are actresses who want to promote
a show about the legend of witches.
They can fly with the help of a flight device,
a kind of special effect that sees them attached to cables
so thin that they are invisible.
Am I wrong or is that broom all ruined?
Excuse me so much.
Once again, logic and science triumph over magic.
Live from old Scotland,
a warm greeting from your Geronimo Stilton.
Trap, did you stay in your room the whole time?
Were you really that scared?
I've never really been afraid.
As I like to repeat,
there is always a logical explanation for everything.
Lord Trap.
Hello, Mr. Van Rattling.
Could I get my equipment back?
Sure? But didn't he want to retire?
Yes, but I have changed my mind.
I've spent my life looking for witches and never found one, only
to find that they don't really exist at all.
A hard scab to swallow, but that's not going to end my career.
I embark on a new mission, so special it makes a mustache blend.
Well, and would that be?
Van Rattling, brave fire-breathing dragon hunter!
Well, wish me luck!