- I love hanging out together.
- This is quality friend time.
What are you watching?
- Oh, "The Great Alien Bake Off."
- Come on. That show is so fake.
Aliens don't exist.
Even if they did, they wouldn't be baking cupcakes.
- How can I be best friends with someone
who doesn't believe in aliens, ghosts, or bigfoots?
Or is it bigfeets?
- Presley, give me
the credit card Dad left you so I can order lunch.
- Uh, Mom and Dad made me your babysitter for the weekend,
so you don't get that credit card.
Besides, there's plenty of burnt popcorn in the microwave
from when I made breakfast.
- Come on. I don't need a babysitter.
I built a home security system.
- What is he talking about?
- Fisher says he has nets all over the house.
- I do.
I can drop a net from any ceiling at any time
with laser precision.
- Ooh, don't drop a net on me.
[remote chimes] [screams]
Wow, those nets are actually real.
- You meant for that to land on her, didn't you?
- You don't know that.
- Coming in with froyo.
- Where did you get that?
- FroYo Yo-Yo.
- You can't go to FroYo Yo-Yo.
- Yeah, that's the new store competing with the MicroMooery.
- The MicroMooery which we love
and is owned by our friend Spenders.
- But in every froyo, there's a yo-yo.
Hey, Fisher.
You want the rest of this? It's got a yo-yo.
- Yo-yos are for babies.
But I guess I could take it upstairs
and throw it away for you.
Whoo-hoo! I got a yo-yo!
- If Spenders found out
that you were supporting the competition,
he'd be devastated.
- Relax. How would he even know?
[notification chimes]
- Oh, it's Spenders.
- He knows!
- Munchy, it's not a call, it's a KidDING.
Spenders wants to hire us.
- Let's call him and see what the job is.
- Oh.
We could ask him here where we have no milkshakes...
or we could ask him here where we do have milkshakes.
- Ask who? What are you talking about?
- Remember earlier in the basement?
I said we could ask Spenders here
where we have no milkshakes and then trailed off?
- I don't remember. You trail off a lot.
- Anyone else see a creepy painting floating toward us?
- Hey, guys, look what I found upstairs.
- Oh, good. Someone painted a nightmare.
- That's my great-great-grandfather.
- A fun nightmare
about non-terrifying grandfathers.
- [whispers] Nice save.
- This is Colonel Orville Moostache.
He built this place 100 years ago.
- I know about this guy.
He used to live above the Mooery.
- Yep.
That's where me and my folks live now.
- They say one night, he went out to milk a cow
and mysteriously vanished.
And on cold nights,
you can still hear the rattling of his milk pail.
- Ooh, this place has a ghost?
Ghosts rattle things.
- So do babies.
What did you KidDING us for?
- I want to hire you to get to the bottom of a mystery.
- You want us to be detectives? That's perfect!
I can look for clues using my new multi-tool phone case.
Check out this magnifying glass.
- So what's the mystery, Spenders?
- It's weird.
So I get up early to milk Cash the cow.
But for the past few days when I've gone down there,
Cash has already been milked.
- [gasps] You're being night-milked!
- Yes!
And whoever's doing it just leaves the milk out
and it spoils.
I only have enough reserves for a few more days.
- So you won't be able to make ice cream, whipped cream,
or my surprising favorite, sour cream?
- That's right.
And I agree. That's surprising.
We're already losing business to FroYo Yo-Yo
and if we run out of milk, I don't know what we'll do.
- Who would do something as despicable as night-milking?
- Hello, Spenders. [cow moos]
- Oh, hello, Buckles. How can I help you?
- Well, my store, FroYo Yo-Yo is so full of customers
that I decided to come here for some quiet.
- Oh, well, thanks for stopping by.
And never come back.
- FroYo Yo-Yo is right across the street
in case anyone likes froyo.
Or yo-yos.
- No one wants your froyo or yo-yos.
- I do.
- You're dead to me, Heather.
- Well, thanks for the customer.
Also, that painting's gonna give people nightmares.
- Don't worry, Spenders.
I'm sure she meant the fun kind of nightmares.
- Buckles is really stressing me out.
I'm having a hard time sleeping
because she's trying to drive me out of business.
- No one is going out of business
because we're going to catch the night-milker.
- She's right, Spenders.
We're gonna stay here all night if we have to.
Isn't that right, Munchy?
- That's Detective Munchy.
And as soon as I get my detective hat,
I'm on the case.
- You guys are in charge, right?
- Oh, for sure. - Oh, yeah.
- ♪ I got, you got me, we got this ♪
♪ I like the odds when we're side-by-side ♪
♪ I like the sound of that ♪
♪ Oh, we're taking off, gonna do this right ♪
♪ I like the sound of that ♪
♪ And when things go up in flames, we're on it ♪
♪ 'Cause I got you, got me, we got this ♪
- All right.
I got everything I need to catch
whoever is milking the cow in the middle of the night.
- How are you gonna catch the Night Milker
with Wrappy Roll?
- I am going to cover the front door
so when she tries to use it,
Buckles gets a face full of plastic.
- Wait, why would you think
that the Night Milker is Buckles?
- It is so obvious.
She's trying to drive the Mooery out of business
by leaving all the milk out to spoil.
- Sounds like you solved the case.
Of how to be so wrong!
Clearly the Night Milker is the ghost
of Spender's spooky great-great-grandfather
who's haunting the Mooery with his rattling milk pail.
- That is ridiculous.
- Ridiculous like a fox!
Think about it.
None of this happened before Spenders brought
that cursed portrait into the Mooery.
- Well, it also never happened before Buckles' froyo shop
moved in across the street.
- Oh, I get it.
You think Buckles is the ghost.
- Did someone say Detective Munchy?
- No.
- Could someone?
together: Detective Munchy.
- See? That's fun!
- Guys, the Mooery is in trouble.
We have to solve this case to help Spenders.
- You're right. Let's get down to business.
Everyone's a suspect.
You, you, and definitely me.
I know I'm hiding something.
Tell me what you know!
- What are you guys up to?
We're spending the night at the Mooery.
- Great. I'll have the place to myself.
- Yeah, not exactly.
I've promised Mom and Dad I would watch you,
but since I can't be here tonight,
I got someone else to babysit.
- Hello, baby. I'm your sitter.
- Oh, no.
- Oh, yes.
- I'm in charge of you like I'm in charge of the crosswalk!
You need to stop your complaining,
slow your attitude,
and stop thinking about escaping.
- You can't leave me here with Jaget.
I absolutely refuse--
- They go bye-bye, baby.
- Look, I've installed
a state-of-the-art security system
so I don't need a babysitter.
- Prove it.
[remote chimes]
- Nothing but net.
- You can't leave me like this!
Bad baby.
[upbeat music]
- Aha!
You have the keys to the Mooery,
so obviously you are the Night Milker!
- Spenders gave me the keys so we can open the door
and stake out the place.
- Oh, thank goodness.
I thought I'd figured out the mystery already
and I rented this hat for two days.
- Spenders!
Oh, sorry. Habit.
- I'm gonna start setting up
my real trap to catch a real person.
- Well, I'll be over here setting up my ghost trap.
I know you're coming.
- And I know this phone case is the best $12.99 I ever spent.
Hmm. - It's chocolate milk.
- Or is it?
[swishing]
[gulps]
It is.
- Turns out chocolate milk was
Colonel Moostache's favorite drink
so I'm using it as bait.
- Oh, is that why you're setting up the wind chimes?
- Yes.
[chimes jangling]
When that thirsty ghost comes for the chocolate milk,
he'll trigger this chime and that's when I use...
this.
- A sack? - It's not a sack.
It's a ghost sack.
- While you're setting up,
I'll be dusting for prints to find the killer.
- No one's dead.
- Yet.
Hmm.
Aha!
Another mystery. How did that sign fall?
- Munchy, you just did that.
- Was it me or was it gravity?
- Guys, it is up to us now
to save our favorite place in the world.
- Yeah, if this place goes out of business,
where are we gonna hang out?
- And what's gonna happen to Cash?
The streets of Altoonisburg are no place for a cow.
- We're not gonna let that happen.
The three of us and my phone case are on the case.
- I'm gonna set up my trap to catch the Night Milker.
- I guess the only thing left to do is wait.
- Yeah.
- Ugh, I am so bored!
- Want to eat some cheese? - Yes.
♪ ♪
- Thank you, science, for helping me make
the perfect tomato soup.
- Ha! No net can hold me.
- It's been two hours.
- Ha!
No net can hold me for more than two hours.
Ooh, what's that? Soup?
Now, since I'm babysitting you, what do you wanna do?
Watch me do karate or listen to me talk about karate?
Either way, we got all night.
- Shouldn't you be guarding a crosswalk?
- I would, but I can't see at night.
It's one of the many reasons I wish I was half-bat.
- Hmm.
These goggles are part of my home security system.
If I adapt them so you can see at night, would you leave?
- A chance to monitor the crosswalk 24/7?
Get to work, Science Baby.
♪ ♪
- I never thought I'd say this, but...
I think we ate too much free cheese.
- Well, I, for one,
am proud of what we accomplished as a group.
- A napkin?
How many tools does that thing have?
- I don't know.
Let me add it up on my calculator.
[creaking footsteps]
Did you guys hear that? - That sounded like a footstep.
[all gasping] [milk pail rattling]
- It's a rattling milk pail!
- It's coming from inside the cow pen!
[cow moos] - How did Buckles get in there?
- It's not Buckles.
It's the ghost of Colonel Moostache!
He's on the hunt for chocolate milk and souls!
- But I'm still using my soul!
- Everyone calm down.
[painting clatters]
[all screaming] [cow moos]
- Everybody panic!
[screaming and jangling]
- [screams]
- I don't hear anything.
Someone should go check.
- Sounds like a job for Detective Munchy.
This hat has given me nerves of steel!
- I'm gonna miss him.
- Wait, what happened to the chocolate milk?
The glass is empty.
- That's what you're focused on?
- Just as I suspected!
We've been night-milked! [both gasp]
Just to clarify--
we haven't been night-milked, the cow has,
but it's still bad!
[upbeat music]
- So let's review.
The Night Milker is still on the loose.
But don't worry.
Detective Munchy has narrowed it down.
It's either somebody on this board
or not.
- That's all you've got?
The Mooery is gonna go out of business
if we don't crack this case.
- I'm gonna call Spenders.
- Why is Vin Diesel a suspect?
- Think about it.
Milk, cows, farms, tractors, cars,
Vin Diesel.
I'm gonna wipe that stupid smirk off your face.
- All right, guys. I got Spenders.
Hey, Spenders.
- Hey, guys. What happened here last night?
The Night Milker struck again and ate a lot of cheese.
- What a jerk.
- [yawns] Sorry about the yawn.
With everything that's been happening,
I haven't slept well in days.
Buckles has been sending me videos
about driving me out of business.
Here, watch.
- Hey, Spenders. I brought you a gift.
It's a job application to work at FroYo Yo-Yo
after we drive the Mooery out of business!
[chuckles]
Yeah, we're looking for a new trash guy, yeah.
Not someone who takes out the trash,
but someone who sits next to the trash
and says, "Hey, I'm a trash guy."
You'd be perfect for it.
I'll leave it right here where no one can find it:
right in front of your door.
- Oof. That was brutal.
But I am gonna follow her now.
- See? That's why I can't sleep.
I'm gonna go upstairs and try to take a nap.
- Don't worry.
We're gonna come back tonight and catch the Night Milker.
- I don't know, guys.
I only have a day's worth of milk left.
You may be in over your head.
- But tonight, we have a secret weapon.
- Oh, I didn't know you had a secret weapon.
That changes everything.
I'll give you another chance. See ya!
[cow moos]
- What's our secret weapon?
- Oh, no idea.
It just feels good when he believes in us.
- So now we have to come up with a secret weapon
and catch the Night Milker.
- You mean the ghost of Colonel Moostache.
- No, because ghosts don't exist.
- Then who drank the chocolate milk
I set out as ghost bait?
- Probably Buckles.
This might surprise you,
but humans like chocolate milk, too.
- If you're so sure it's not a ghost,
then why did you scream, "Everyone panic!"
when the colonel's picture fell last night?
- I am like a deer. I'm easily startled.
- Yes! - [screams]
See? Like a dear.
- What was that?
- Oh, Jaget's still babysitting.
- Should we check on Fisher?
- My eyes!
- I'm more worried about Jaget.
- [screams]
I'm the most powerful man alive!
- Why are you shouting?
- When I lose one of my senses, the others become heightened!
- Shouting is not a sense!
- I got senses you can't even understand!
- What is going on? - Why is everyone shouting?
- I don't know, but I'm into it!
- Jaget's wearing the goggles I created
for my home security system.
It allows him to see heat signatures
and be a crossing guard at night...
far away from me.
You're just in time to watch me demonstrate.
Okay, Jaget.
One of these waffles is toasted and one is frozen.
See if you can tell the difference.
This is what Jaget's seeing.
- I'll take this one.
- No, it's not working. He chose the frozen one.
- No, the goggles work. I just love frozen waffles.
They cool down my hot mouth.
- This is perfect.
Those goggles combined with Fisher's nets
could be our secret weapon.
- Technically, that's two secret weapons.
- Just go with me on this.
Jaget, we need your help tonight at the Mooery.
- Not interested.
- You'll be fighting a ghost.
- Next time, lead with that. I'm in.
♪ ♪
- Testing, one-two. Can you hear me?
- Yep. I'm standing right next to you.
- I mean through the earpiece.
- Oh. Then still yes.
- Why do you still have your ghost sack?
The plan is to trap the Night Milker
in one of Fisher's nets.
- Yeah, and when the ghost starts
floating through the net,
I'll be ready with my sack.
- What is that sound I'm hearing?
Munchy, is that you?
- Does it sound like someone
grating cheese into their mouth?
If so, then yes.
- Uh, you might want to take it easy on the cheese.
Spenders is right upstairs.
- Worth. The. Risk.
- Jaget, make sure Fisher can see the feed from your goggles.
- Who's Jaget?
- Make sure Fisher can see the feed from your goggles,
Night Jaget.
- Night Jaget to Science Baby.
Are you reading my visuals, Science Baby?
- I'm not a science baby. I'm a science young man.
And yes, I'm seeing everything you see.
Lex, even your heat signature is radiant.
- Let's just focus on the job, Fisher.
The Night Milker could be here any minute.
- Or any second.
- He could be here now!
- I think you would know if they were here right now.
- You're right.
But what about now?
- Still no. - I see.
But what about now?
♪ ♪
What about now?
- Jaget, it hasn't been now for an hour.
- Just give it up.
The Night Milker is not gonna show up
'cause you keep saying, "Now."
- Yeah, all right.
[cow moos]
[milk pail rattling] - [gasps]
It's the Night Milker!
- Now! Still counts.
- Uh, guys.
You got company.
- It's the Night Milker!
He's behind the wall with the cow!
- All right, guys. Everybody knows their job.
If we work together and we follow the plan--
- Night Jaget!
- That is not the plan! - Jaget's gone rogue!
Fisher, drop your net! [remote chimes]
- Why do nets keep falling on me?
- Guys, the Night Milker is still in there.
- Lex, it's up to us! Help me with the ghost sack.
together: Lex and Presley! [cow mooing]
- I'm gonna miss them.
- We got him! We got the Night Milker!
- Help us, Munchy! - I'm on it!
Luckily, my phone case has a zap stick.
[zap stick zaps] - [yelps]
- Like I said before, we got the Night Milker.
Hey, why isn't my finger going through the ghost?
- Elementary school, my dear Presley.
This is no ghost.
- So then I was right all along.
It's Buckles. - Wrong again.
I've deduced the identity of the Night Milker,
the one trying to sabotage Spender's Mooery
is none other than...
Spenders!
Oh, thank goodness. I was not sure about that.
[remote chimes] [screaming]
- Sorry, that net was a butt dial.
♪ ♪
- Munchy, how did you know
that the Night Milker was Spenders?
- And why don't I remember doing it?
- That was my first clue.
When you said you were having trouble sleeping,
the stress of having FroYo Yo-Yo as competition
has exhausted you to the point of sleepwalking.
- So he was milking Cash in his sleep.
- Precisely.
My second clue was when we video chatted with Spenders.
When you left to take a nap, you went into the cow pen.
[both gasping]
- Wait, why is that a clue?
- Because it means that
Spenders has a private stairway that connects the cow pen
directly to his apartment upstairs.
- It's true.
- Yes.
Wasn't quite sure about that one, either.
- Wait, hold on.
What about the painting of Colonel Moostache?
His ghost knocked it off the wall.
- Ah, but remember when
I knocked that sign to the ground earlier?
You thought I was clumsy.
But I suspect that Spenders is terrible at hanging things.
- I am.
I've been battling it my whole life.
- And you're going to battle it for the rest of your life.
In the big house.
Take him away, boys!
- He's not going to prison. - And there are no boys.
- Okay, I'm gonna let you off with a warning.
- I'm out of the net.
It took me way less time than two hours.
Now the crosswalks of the night call me.
Night Jaget!
- Thanks again, guys.
I better put that milk in the fridge.
Hope there's no more nets.
- Well, I was wrong about the Night Milker being Buckles.
- And I was wrong about it being a ghost.
- But Munchy was right.
- Yeah. Great job, Munch Man.
- Detective Munchy declares this case closed.
- Hold on.
There's just one thing I never figured out.
Who drank the chocolate milk I set out as bait last night?
- I'm sorry, are you a fake detective?
I said case closed.
Now let's take a cheese wheel home to celebrate.
- Yeah!
all: Cheese! Cheese! Cheese! Cheese! Cheese! Cheese! Cheese!
- [evil laughter]
[dramatic music]