Just in time for the show.
Ooh, it's happening again.
Yeah. Captain Caveman is being harassed by a bee.
You no get me this time.
Hiyah! Huh?
You violating me personal space.
Unga bunga!
Shag, why aren't you laughing?
Yeah, I don't know.
I understand Captain Caveman hitting himself
is conceptually hilarious,
but I'm just not feeling it.
What kinda cuckoo talk you got coming out
of your cuckoo mouth you cuckoo bird?
Maybe your blood sugar's low.
I want to get some ice cream?
Nah, I'm still full from that sweaty sandwich.
Ooh you wanna go to the Catanooga Cheese Explosion?
Do some laps in the ball pit?
Mmm.
No ice cream, no ball bit.
This is bad.
I've looked up the symptoms on the Jellystone Health and Wellness website,
and it said, "Shag has lost his sense of childhood wonder."
Symptoms include no more fun kids stuff,
and loss of social relevancy.
Guys, don't be silly.
I'm young and spry.
What's "spry?"
I don't know!
I've never used that word before.
Don't worry. Some kids shenanigans
will make you feel young again.
Whoa, whoa, whoa!
That was a blast.
My head hurts.
But in a fun way, right?
Sorry, guys. I'm not feeling it.
This is serious.
If you lost your childhood wonder,
you might grow up any minute now.
♪ Hamburgers and cheese And fries! ♪
♪ And hamburgers and... ♪
Oh, hey, Shag. Wanna play with us?
Sorry, kiddo. It's business o'clock.
Oh, no!
I ain't ready to wear a matching jacket
and pants yet.
Okay, we've gotta find your sense of childhood wonder.
Oh, there are people in town who get paid to find stuff.
My mom hired one when I got lost
in the couch cushions for several days.
What is this place?
The Detective District.
Jellystone's most black and white part of town.
Hello? Any detectives around?
It was a relaxing afternoon of fruitless procrastination
when they stepped into my office.
Hmm. Did you hear something?
Maybe they didn't see me because I was one inch tall.
Maybe they weren't very observant.
Can't all go to Junior Detective College.
Regardless, I decided to introduce myself.
- Hey, over here! - Oh, hey, mister.
Please, Mister was my father's name.
Mister... Something. I... I can't quite remember.
I'm Inch High Private Eye,
Jellystone's number two Inch High private detective.
We need your help finding our friend's childhood wonder,
before he grows up and leaves us forever!
The loud dog girl was unaware
I hadn't solved a case in years. The truth was--
It was a somber afternoon when I was awoken
by Inch High Private Eye's drab inner monologue.
Me? I just wanted to sleep.
Undercover Elephant was narrating over me again.
A rude habit that befits a rude beast.
Renting this dump with him was the worst decision
I had ever made.
Are you guys talking to us?
Oh, our friend needs help!
Man, the woodwork, on this thing.
It's something.
Please, sir, he's adulting faster than we thought.
Listen, kiddos.
I'll take the case if you can pay.
I got some gum.
Oh, I have a list of emergency numbers.
I'll do it for glory, and the gum.
And I will also take the case for gum glory.
It was still afternoon
when we, Snooper and Blabber,
detectives who also enjoy gum began to feel left out.
Oh, she's not narrating.
We want in on the action.
Searching for a child's sense of wonder for gum.
I was close to hitting rock bottom,
but my deep disdain for crime kept me going.
My incredible disguise had everyone fooled.
No one knew my true identity,
- as I continued my search-- - Undercover Elephant is dressed like a clown
for some weird reason
as we examined the ground.
No one had ever taught me to narrate or will teach me.
Am I doing this right?
Am I even doing this right?
Guys, focus.
Shag is getting worse.
Music today is too loud!
What happened to Sinatra?
Should we retrace our steps or something?
You're right. We need some leads.
Run me through your day, Shag.
Hmm. Well, I woke up and did a dance.
My sister called me.
I got very upset and went to school
and then had lunch with Yakky and Augie at the park.
Oh! What did you get?
I bought this sweaty sandwich from this mole man.
Ooh, was it filling and affordable?
Mmm-hmm.
Looks like we know what's our next stop.
Thank you very much. Goodbye.
So, what now?
Oh, right, right. Yeah, yeah. What happened next?
We watched Captain Caveman hit himself with his club.
Ooh! I'll reenact it.
I am Captain Caveman. Me have bad grasp of grammar stuff.
Is hitting yourself even funny?
Assault is technically a crime, and no crime is ever funny.
Shag used to laugh at all the crimes,
but not since he lost his sense of wonder.
These knees just ain't what they used to be.
Huh, interesting.
Unga. What this?
- What this? - Did bee put you up to this?
Did bee put you up to this?
Did you steal Shag's childhood wonder?
Well, did you?
No! Me in long legal battle with bee.
I think he's telling the truth.
Yeah, he looks pretty distraught about this bee stuff.
It causing great anxiety.
Scram! Skedaddle! Get!
Well, the trail's gone cold.
We need to set up an overnight stakeout.
Okay. Well, guys, that sounds awful and all,
but it's getting dark. We got to get home.
We'll keep searching.
Don't lose that gum.
Thanks for the help, guys.
But when you see me tomorrow, I'll be a full grown man.
We can still be friends.
Of course we will.
If I can fit you in my schedule.
We had no suspects, no motives, no leads.
Never had I felt so small.
What happened to us?
We used to be able to solve any crime.
I'm just not feeling it lately.
Could it be that we lost our own sense of detective wonder?
You're right. But how did this happen?
- Let's retrace our steps. - To the office.
It all began when I said, "It was a relaxing afternoon,"
when those kids barged in.
Hello, I'm the dog one.
My friend needs help.
Then Undercover Elephant interrupted my narration.
Shut your pie hole.
You shut your pie hole.
Please help! Our friend is turning old.
You got money, money, money? Gimme, gimme, gimme.
I want some... Whoa!
We also said something.
Then we asked Shag to retrace his steps.
I woke up. I did a thing, than ate a sandwich.
To the mole man!
I never had returning customers.
Now where is that Captain Caveman?
Ah!
- What happening? - What happening?
- Why do again? - Why do again?
Ah! Confess your crimes.
It's true. I steal bee's honey.
Yeah, this is a dead end.
Stakeout time.
I can't believe we failed those kids.
Crime wins again.
I got it! Let's retrace our steps.
It was late at night,
when I said, "It was afternoon."
And the kids, they barged in.
We need your hel... Whoa!
Did someone say gum?
Where did you get that sandwich?
The park!
You really loved these, huh?
- Where's Captain Caveman? - Ooh!
Retrace our steps!
Office.
- Park! - Thank you for your patronage.
I'm getting sick of this sandwich.
Wait. That's it. For real this time.
Shag lost his childhood wonder,
right after eating this sweaty sandwich.
Hey, yeah.
Immediately after eating that first sandwich,
I lost interest in the case.
They are so wet and filling,
they robbed us of our ability to care.
Let's get him!
Business is booming.
Hey! Drop those sandwiches.
Ahhh! They're addicted.
He's getting away!
Follow that bike!
Kid, we solved it.
- Really? - Get in.
Sir, please.
Get your fruit! Get some hot, hot fruit.
Come on, man! Just pull over.
My baby!
Oh, no. A slight incline!
Oh! Take everything. Please don't hurt me.
You, sir, are charged with making sandwiches,
- too wet and filling. - Oh, yeah, I'm guilty of that.
Hey, yeah. I'm feeling a lot better
after fully digesting that sandwich.
Another case closed.
I'm gonna be young forever.
Crime is a slippery slope.
Once you start slipping, sliding down it,
you don't know where you'll end up.
It might be a suspiciously warm puddle of water.
It might be a jail cell.
It's a good thing we're here to protect this city.
And although we can't always--
I've been chewing on this gum
for only 30 seconds and it's already lost its flavor.
Yeah, this gum stinks.
Stop interrupting my narra--