- Hidden City Zoo. - Ooh, luxury resort.
- Battle Nexus? - Ooh, Witch Town.
All right.
We've narrowed down our list to 200 activities.
I don't want to spend my whole day in the Hidden City voting,
so I say we each do our own thing.
Mm-hmm. all: Bye.
Whoa.
Food, frolic, and fun in the sun
at the Hirsuté Resort & Spa.
You know, I have been busting my shell
with the hero-ing lately.
Time for an epic day of chill-axation.
Whoa.
♪ ♪
Ooh.
Ohh.
Hey, Bub. It is Bub, isn't it?
Which way to your loungiest lounge chair?
♪ ♪
Time to work on my base tan.
Huh? Excuse me, buds.
You're in my sun.
Sorry, sir. This is a private club.
Members only. - Look, friend--
love the puka shells, by the way--
I have been hero-ing all week,
and I need a little R and R.
So can't we just look the other way?
Ow, that was not chill-axing.
Why don't you try the facility across the street?
Hmm?
The nerve of them, treating a Battle Nexus champion that way!
Ew.
What? How is there a--
Ugh.
Okay. That's fine.
Ugh. Huh?
Yeesh. What a dump.
- Psst. - Huh?
Hey, buddy. You want a massage?
I'll give you the I'm still learning...
♪ special ♪
♪ ♪
Finally, a chill-axing--
Ow!
Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow.
Boy, your back is awfully stiff.
That's because it's a shell.
Ooh!
Let me see if I can loosen that up for you.
Hold still.
Whoa, whoa, whoa. You know what?
I'm gonna see about joining
that frou-frou club across the street.
Eh, you don't quite have what they're looking for.
What do you mean?
I'm a hero. I fought in the Battle Nexus.
I took down Baron Draxum and Shredder.
They're looking for something a little more...
superficial.
Think about it.
What did you notice about every Yokai in there?
Hmm.
Every single one of them had...
Hair!
They only like people with hair?
That's right.
Gorgeous, luxurious hair.
And you ain't got none.
But I might be able to help you out.
I don't know.
I'm kind of partial to my glorious green sheen.
But what about the food, frolic, and fun in the sun
across the street?
Aww.
Hair me up, Dr. Cobwebs.
♪ ♪
Ew.
Oh, I'm sorry.
I had the mood music set to evil.
Here, why don't you take a look?
I never thought I could be more handsome,
but, sir, you have humbled me.
♪ ♪
all: Ooh.
Welcome, sir. Coconut water?
- Ah. - Moist towelette?
Complimentary beach-side pedicure?
Say, aren't you that hero
who beat the kraken at the Battle Nexus?
You recognize me with hair?
Whatevs.
Ding ding!
It is officially Leo o'clock!
♪ ♪
My watch is gone!
- Somebody stole it. - Huh?
How did I get here?
Eh.
Where's my purse?
- Ugh. - My purse!
What the-- am I sleepwalking or something?
And what's with all these things going missing?
It was ruby red and made of feathers.
Ruby-red feathers?
Gah!
Did I do something with her purse?
No, couldn't be. I'm a hero.
But why do I keep waking up in different places?
And why am I so sleepy? Yo, Mind Raph!
Ah, sorry.
Just giving, uh, Real Raph a little advice.
What's up, big guy?
I might be sleepwalking, but how can I be sure?
Easy.
Just dip your feet in that chocolate fountain.
Then wherever you go,
you'll leave a tasty and informative trail.
Mind Raph, out.
Yes!
Hachi machi!
Is that okay to do?
It is when you have hair like that.
Now we'll see if there's any kind of sleepwalking situation.
- My wallet is gone. - Huh?
- Thief! - What?
Okay. No fudgy trail.
Looks like I'm in the clear.
Hmm.
Do something! Find that thief.
How'd I get this?
Yeesh. Oh!
Full-body search,
starting randomly with, uh,
that guy way over there!
No need,
for I am a teen detective
with fabulous hair.
And I will take charge of this investigation.
Should we really let him do that?
He does have the most amazing hair of us all.
- Very well. - Ooh.
Sir, you have the run of the place.
Excellent. You seal the exits.
I'll begin my inquiries by checking out your...
security globes or whatever.
The security globes.
We should've thought of that.
Boy, teenagers sure do know everything.
Now, let's figure this out
so these poor people can get back to pampering me.
What?
Oh, no!
Whoa!
No way.
My watch is gone!
No. No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
♪ ♪
Hey!
Where's my purse?
What?
Splinter?
Wake up! We need your help!
Oh, so sleepy.
♪ ♪
Oh--
Oh, my--what is--
Wait a minute. Who's that?
Zoom. Enhance.
That guy!
That guy gave me evil hair.
Get off me!
No, no, no, no.
No, no--
Oh.
♪ ♪
Ho-ho-ho-ho-ho!
Hey! Ow.
Ah! No, no, no, no.
Ha ha! Got ya!
No, no, no, no.
What's he doing to that lovely hair?
What if we're next?
Looks like this tortoise
beat the hair.
Ooh.
Actually, you're a turtle.
Oh, okay, get off my shell.
Now to get that crummy massage guy.
Oh, no, you don't.
Fellas, I've cracked the case.
This massage guy and this mystic hair guy
were working as a team to rob your customers blind.
You're welcome.
- Who's this guy? - No idea.
It's me.
Your favorite teen detective, Leo Splinterson.
both: Hmm.
Wait.
Aren't you the hairy hero
who fought at the Battle Nexus?
- What? - Hey.
I just remembered who this blue guy is.
He's the non-member we kicked out of here earlier.
He must be the thief. Call the cops.
What? Wait. No, no, no.
I can explain.
Thanks for nabbing that crook, sir.
Please, take this stolen loot as a reward.
Lame.
Okay, punks. Your lawyers are here.
Lawyers?
Well, as a big-city hotshot lawyer,
I can assure y'all that y'all prisoners
are entitled to one phone call
and a giant birthday cake, partner.
Oh, uh, right.
I seem to remember something about that at the academy.
Well, I reckon you did.
Shmoo shmoo!
Blue, let's do this.
Oh-oh-oh, yeah!
- Whoo-hoo! - Whoo!