[theme music playing]
[growls]
[laughing]
Ah, nothing like a nice Louisiana breakfast with pain perdu and grits.
Oops, can't forget the boudin.
Hmm, I don't remember eating all the food.
But I'm still hungry.
Good thing there's some leftover king cake in the fridge.
[yells] What's going on? [gasps]
My boudin!
[yawns]
Bunnicula!
[gasps]
Welcome to your new home, Bunnicula!
Aw, he looks so sad.
Where'd you find this strange cage?
I found it down in the basement with all that other weird stuff.
No more raiding the fridge for you, little muchacho.
[sighs] I'm sorry, Bunns, but Dad's right.
If you can't be trusted, you've got to stay in here.
[speaking indistinctly]
Looks like someone's in trouble!
[speaking indistinctly]
Since I can't understand you, Bunnicula,
you're probably just making some lame excuse like,
"I'm a vegan and blah, blah, blah, it couldn't be me."
[speaking indistinctly]
[gasps] Wait a minute! You are a vegan, so it couldn't have been you!
[speaking indistinctly]
But if you didn't do it, then who?
Hey, what's going on?
And why is Bunnicula in this weird cage?
Bunnicula got blamed for something he didn't do.
So, what's the big deal?
Bunnicula can just magically poof out of there.
Come on, Bunnicula. Poof!
[groaning]
[grunting, then groaning]
[speaking indistinctly]
He says the cage is enchanted and he can't get out.
Hmm. So, Bunnicula has been framed
and it's up to us to figure out who did it.
Well, it looks like we've got a genuine mystery to solve!
[gasps] Oh, boy!
This is a job for the world's greatest detective!
[mysterious music playing]
Don't worry, Bunnicula, old man!
Sherlock Chester and his loyal companion Harold Watson, are on the case!
Pip-pip, Watson, the game is afoot.
Bye, Bunnic. I guess we're gonna go play a game with feet.
I don't know how that will help solve the mystery though.
[groaning]
Behold, Watson, the crime scene.
Bunnicula's body was found here.
This spot provides clear vantage to three points of entry.
There, there and there!
Perhaps, Watson, one we seek
used one of these entrances to gain access to commit their dastardly deed.
Hmm...
Witness, Watson, a lone glass sits on the kitchen table.
Do you notice anything strange about it?
Uh... It's half-full?
Correction! It's half-empty.
Oh...
But the true question is,
-where did the water come from? -[sloshing]
Upon close examination, I'm noticing a thin film or liquid across the floor.
Could it be that our criminal has used this liquid as a lubricate
to expedite his slippery escape?
Or it could just be condensation.
Condensation?
The warm front that rolled off the coast
that resulted in a relative humidity of 92%?
[chuckles] Oh, yes, quite, quite. Hmm.
[clattering]
What have we here?
A can with air holes.
Or bite marks.
Yes, yes, precisely, of course. Bite marks.
[bleating]
[bleating echoing]
My word! Did you hear that?
My boy, I'd say it was a poltergeist or some type of phantom goat.
Watson, old boy, it looks like we have our first clues
in the case of the phantom poltergoat!
[chuckles] Bubble pipe.
Bunnicula, old chap. Good news!
We believe a phantom poltergoat is to blame for your current predicament.
[smacking lips]
Bunnicula?
Are you all right, old chum?
You don't quite seem your usual self, old chap.
[speaking indistinctly]
He says this cage is changing him.
Well, it's not uncommon when one is incarcerated to experience--
-[Harold gasps] -[gasps] What was that?
[speaking indistinctly]
Bunnicula said that's how it's changing him.
We shall terry no longer. Let us away, Watson!
What in Herbert Hoovers' hat?
Huh?
[Chester gasps]
-Watson, the culprit struck again! -[gasps]
I'm pretty sure it was that rapscallion Bunnicula again.
I hate to say it, Mina,
but we better start thinking about giving him up for adoption.
[gasps]
Dad! No!
This couldn't have been Bunnicula!
There's no way he got out of his cage.
I'm sorry, Mina, but I gotta see proof.
Hmm.
No time to dally, Watson.
Our pal Bunnicula
-is in a bit of a sticky wicket. -[bleating]
[bleating echoing]
The poltergoat.
[suspenseful music playing]
We must inform Bunnicula of current events posthaste.
Bunnicula, good fellow.
The poltergoat has struck again putting you in dire circumstances...
[squeaking]
Bunnicula?
[screams]
[Chester & Harold gasp]
-No! -We've got to get him out of there.
That was wholly unpleasant.
I'm bigger, so maybe it won't affect me as much.
Harold, wait!
You're right, that was most unpleasant.
[Chester grunting]
Oops, sorry.
Come on, Bunnicula, snap out of it.
It's us, Bunnic, your buddies.
[squeaking]
I can't believe it.
[sobbing] He didn't even recognize us.
Don't worry, Harold. I mean...
[clears throat] Stiff upper lip, Watson.
If we care to see our chum ever again,
it's up to us to solve this case with no further dillydallying.
Dillydallying?
Dillydallying, it's... Never mind, let us go.
♪ Dilly dally, dilly dally Didilly, didilly, dally ♪
First, Watson, we must take a look at all of the evidence gathered thus far.
-Hm. -When we first began gathering clues,
I noticed a slight scent of fish in the air.
Knowing full well that a kitchen is hardly a natural habitat for fish,
I began to look at the word fish.
How many letters are in the word fish?
-Five! -Four! Precisely.
Now, take a look at the number four and turn it upside-down.
Now, what does it look like to you?
A chair.
The nearest place with the largest gathering of chairs in one room
is Harrison Charter, on Franklin Avenue.
-The high school? -Elementary, my dear Watson.
Elementary.
Upon investigation, I discovered that within each classroom
the chairs were in five separate rows, each row containing six chairs.
Five and six.
Fifty-six.
Which brings us here, Watson.
If I'm correct, which I am,
the suspect we've been searching for is behind that door.
-The jig is up! -Don't move!
Patches?
Oh, hi, guys. I'm Patches, I'm a weredude.
♪ I'm Patches the Weredude ♪
♪ Yes, I'm back ♪ I'm a happy hairy man who's also a cat ♪
♪ When the moon is full, we-- ♪
We don't have time for that.
But, dude, it's my new theme song.
We've got more important business, Patches.
Your dirty deeds have landed our best mate in the clink.
And we may lose him forever because of you.
Whoa, dude. I had no idea that watching a 24-hour sci-fi marathon
could cause so much trouble.
Not TV, you fool, eating all the food!
Oh, I ate all the food, Chester.
But...
Yeah, I thought we were just looking for a poltergoat, or something.
But, but, but... Why?
I was hungry! Hello? Have we met?
But-- But all that food?
-The boudin? -Uh, yep.
-The grits? -Mm-hm.
-The king cake? -So good. That was me.
Speaking of food.
Mina and her dad are about to stock the fridge again.
Harold! Gotta go, Patches.
[snoring] Huh? Oh, oh, hey, I'm Patches, I'm a were--
Okay.
♪ Weredude, yes, I'm back I'm a happy hairy man who's also a cat ♪
Huh? Again?
That was a good idea, Mina,
using your cellphone to record surveillance video.
Thanks, Dad.
You caught the real food thief red-handed.
You hear that, Chester? They caught the food thief.
Come on, guys. Let's go let Bunnicula out of that cage.
Hold up, Harold.
-I've got something for you, food thief. -[whimpering]
More food!
[laughs] I love punishment.
There you go, Bunns.
Aw, you didn't like being cooped up, did you?
[squeaking]
Wow, it even affected the way you look.
I've got something that will help you feel back to normal.
A nice juicy carrot, your favorite. [chuckles]
I'm sure you guys missed each other, so I'll leave you to play.
Hey, Chester, is Bunnicula back to normal?
Not yet, Harold.
[slurping]
Bunnicula? Is that you, buddy?
-[monster roaring] -[Chester screams]
[laughing]
[Harold laughs] That's him.
I think I liked him the other way better.
Well, I suppose that closes the case of the missing food.
Yeah, but what about the goat sounds, Chester?
Huh? [speaking indistinctly]
[bleating] Hey, guys. I'm just shy.
And I'm done.
[closing theme playing]