(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)
I was cooped up,
like a chicken in a coop.
(RECITING) "I needed to find my next case,"
-"but instead, it found..." -(TOY SQUEAKS)
(GRUNTS) Harold, I'm trying to watch my favorite detective movie.
Oh, I'm sorry.
I thought you were just talking to yourself again.
(SQUEAKING)
I need your help, Mr. Detective.
My horse has been kidnapped.
BOTH: Oh, where could it be?
It's gotta be around here somewhere.
A-ha! A missing pony. My first case.
Oh, I don't know what to do, Marsha.
I've been looking all over,
but I can't find my Pretty, Pretty Pony doll anywhere.
Aah.
I could have sworn it was in the cellar.
The cellar, my first clue.
There's only one Joe that frequents down there,
and that's... Bunnicula.
I don't know what kind of a name that is,
nor do I care.
The only thing I do care about is Mina's Pretty Pretty Pony doll.
-Tell me where-- -(SQUEAKING)
Harold, we're in the middle of an interrogation.
Now where is it?
I don't know.
Oh, wise guy, huh?
(CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY) I guess.
Looks like we're gonna need to jog your memory.
And I think I have just the thing.
A cardoon.
Oh.
Rarest fruit this side of the Rocky Mountains,
and you've never had it.
Oh, no, no, no. You spill the beans,
then you get the fruit.
Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme.
You say you care about Mina.
-Uh-huh. -Well, prove it.
Think, man, think!
Ooh.
What did you do this morning?
Hmm.
(MUMBLING)
All right. Harold, would you translate please?
Oh, sure, of course.
So you were saying about your morning.
(BUNNICULA MUMBLING)
HAROLD: "I woke up, as usual, in my coffin. Put my slippies on."
What happened next?
(BUNNICULA MUMBLING)
HAROLD: "Dumped my carrot juice on. Mm."
-And then? -Hm?
(BUNNICULA MUMBLING)
HAROLD: "And then I walked into the basement."
(BUNNICULA MUMBLING)
HAROLD: "Waved hello to the Minotaur."
Wait. Go back. What was that?
(BUNNICULA MUMBLING)
HAROLD: "Waved hello to the Minotaur."
CHESTER: Right there. That!
Oh.
So Minotaur has Mina's pony?
-Who was that guy? -(MUMBLING)
He says he's a small-time mobster
from the seedy underbelly of New Orleans.
It was hopeless.
The dame he stole was lost for good.
(GASPS) Bunnicula, are you gonna take the case?
(MUMBLING)
Wait, that's my thing.
You can't be the private eye, I'm the private eye.
You can both use your private eyes
to find Mina's pony together.
(SIGHS) As much as I hated to admit it, the kid was right.
Bunnicula knew the streets, and now--
Are you coming or are you just gonna talk to yourself all night?
-You do that a lot. -(GROWLS)
(MUMBLING)
Bunnicula says we're here.
What? We're in the middle of some random alley.
I thought you knew the way.
Bunnicula's detective work seemed to be falling short.
He led us to a dead end and clearly lost sight of the path.
It was time for a real detective to step in.
Wow, Bunns.
That is some real detective work.
A lot of people try to call themselves detectives, but...
(MOCKING) "Oh, I'm such a great detective."
-Yeah, right. -HAROLD: But you...
Why me.
-Whoa. -Wow.
CHESTER: This is amazing.
It's like I'm in a real detective movie.
I can't wait to start looking for clues.
(EXCLAIMING INDISTINCTLY)
Huh? What's this now?
-(GROWLING) -(CAWING)
(EXCLAIMS) I spoke too soon.
Let me out, let me out!
Ooh, did you find a clue on that wall?
(BREATHES DEEPLY)
I'm a cool detective.
I can do this.
We need to search for clues and interview witnesses.
For that, we need a picture of the pony.
-Bunnicula. -(MUMBLES)
(EXCLAIMS)
Bunnicula.
(LAUGHS)
(NEIGHS)
Aww.
I had my lead.
And the city spread out in front of me, like a plate of gumbo.
Dangerous, spicy...
Wow, Bunn, you already got a lead?
You are so good at this.
I mean, really, that's a gift.
(STEALTHY INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC PLAYING)
(HISSING)
(SQUEAKING)
That's it, the pony!
Step aside, boys,
and watch a real detective solve a case.
Huh, what's this?
(GROWLING)
-What's the big idea? -(SCREAMS)
(MUMBLING)
Oh, yeah. I was at your place this morning.
What about it?
(MUMBLING)
Pony? Hmm.
-The pink one? -ALL: Yeah.
-With the blue mane? -ALL: Yes.
And the glitter all over it that sparkles like the stars?
ALL: Yes!
Never seen it in my life.
-Huh? -What? He's lying.
What did you say?
Go get him, Bunn.
Hmm.
Wait, the bunny?
(LAUGHING)
(CHOMPING)
(LAUGHING)
What?
(LAUGHING)
Okay, okay, okay.
Okay, I'll tell you who has your doll.
I sold your doll to a big-time collector named Fiona.
She runs a hotel downtown.
Keeps the collection on the top floor.
CHESTER: All right, guys, here's the plan.
We get in there, we get the pony, we get out.
Huh, the doors are locked.
Picking a lock is like second nature to a detective.
-Like taking a punch, choosing a fedora. -Bunn, you did it again!
Ta-da!
You are the best detective I have ever seen.
-And I've seen two. -(CHESTER GROANS)
(STEALTHY INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC PLAYING)
Hmm.
Huh?
(GASPING)
(HAROLD SLOBBERING)
(GASPS) There it is.
The pony. Yes!
I found it. Me! (LAUGHS)
(ALARM BLARING)
Well, well, well.
Seems the Minotaur wasn't lying
when he said to watch out for some toy thieves.
Hey, you're the thief.
This belongs to Mina.
(MUMBLING)
How dare you?
I paid a fair price for that pony.
Boys, retrieve my property.
Huh? Here.
Oops. I wasn't ready that time. Here, try again.
Harold, run!
Oh, buh-bye. I love your store.
(GASPS)
-(MUMBLING) -Huh?
-(MUMBLING) -What?
Now is not the time for--
Oh.
(CHOMPING)
(ENGINE REVVING)
(HAROLD LAUGHING)
Ah, so that's what a cardoon does.
(HORN TOOTING)
CHESTER: (GASPS) Bunnicula, we've got company!
(CHESTER SCREAMING)
(TIRES SCREECHING)
Taxi! Oh, taxi!
First and Main, please.
Wait, who are you?
You might wanna watch out for those stairs.
(SCREAMS) Bunnicula, turn, turn!
Hang on, boys!
(EXCLAIMING)
(LAUGHS) Yeah! Let's do it again!
-They're still behind us. -This is my stop coming up.
They missed my stop.
Now I'll have to walk home.
Here we are.
Gum up their tires, boys.
Got it, boss.
(CHOMPING)
(TIRES SCREECHING)
HAROLD: Wee!
(GRUNTING)
(GROANS) Ha! Mina's pony.
(LAUGHS) No one steals from Fiona.
Seems it was curtains for us.
We reached the end of the line, and...
-(SQUEAKING) -Come on, Harold.
I've asked you time and time again...
FIONA: A Maltese phone!
You're actually chewing on the Maltese phone.
-The what? -The Maltese phone.
It's the most rare, most sought-after toy in the whole world.
-And you're just chewing on it. -(SQUEAKING)
Please, stop!
I must have it.
Name your price. Anything!
Anything, huh?
Then how about a trade?
The phone for uh, a doll.
-Doll. -The pony.
No. No, anything but that.
-Harold, start chewing. -Okay.
-(MUNCHING) -(SQUEAKING)
No. Stop, please!
(STAMMERS) Fine, take it!
Ha-ha, yes!
Harold, give me the phone.
But Chester, I don't wanna give up my favorite chew toy.
Come on, Harold. Think about Mina.
Okay, I'm thinking about Mina.
Aww.
And remember how upset she was when she couldn't find her pony?
Oh, right. Well, for Mina.
You won't regret this. (GIGGLES)
-FIONA: Here, take it. -CHESTER: Here's yours.
Yes! The Maltese phone is finally mine.
And it's in such pristine condition.
All right, boys, we've got what we came for.
Looks like everything turned out all right.
Whoo-hoo! I can't believe you guys found my doll.
I've been looking everywhere for it. Ooh.
Harold, what's wrong, boy?
(WHINES)
Where's your chew phone? Did you lose it?
Aww. I know what it feels like to lose something you love.
Here, I want you to have this.
I think it'll cheer you up.
(GIGGLES)
Good boy.
(MUNCHING)
DETECTIVE: It looks like another case solved,
thanks to this private eye.
Now let that be a lesson to all you crooks and criminals out there.
You'll never get away,
-not as long as I... -(DOLL SQUEAKING)
CHESTER: Harold!
(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)