In a place full of mystery Where the past comes alive!
There's a hero of history Who is ready to thrive!
She is saving our future By protecting our past
She's a hero Whose moment's arriving at last!
Ridley Jones! Daring and bold and courageous
Ridley Jones! Guards the museum with pride
Ridley Jones! Her sense of adventure's contagious
With dinos and dodos And astronaut chimps by her side!
Ridley Jones! Wearing her trademark fedora
Ridley Jones! No challenge can get in her way
She won't ever give into her fear She shines when adventure is near
Swinging into the fray And then saving the day!
Ridley Jones!
Art of the Steal.
There it is.
-I want to see! -What's going on in there?
Must be good if it's this crowded.
Maybe the History of Candy exhibit is back!
Or Anatomy of Adorable Puppies! Or…
A blank space on a wall.
Grandma, what's with the big crowd?
A famous portrait called A Lady from Milan used to hang in that very spot
until the day it vanished without a trace, that is.
So these people just want to see where the painting used to be?
Yep. Today is the anniversary of its disappearance.
The mystery always draws a lot of visitors.
"Mystery"? Vanishing without a trace? Tell me everything!
I was your age when I first saw A Lady from Milan
It's been my favourite painting ever since.
-Paola was one-of-a-kind. -Paola?
The woman in the portrait, and an old friend.
Sylvia, Ridley, I think we have our biggest crowd yet to see that wall!
Paola, I mean A Lady from Milan, deserves it.
And these posters are selling like hotcakes.
I had to get more copies made for the gift shop.
If only I could find the real painting, I'd be rich!
See if you can steer the crowd to the shop on their way out.
He'll never find Paola. Not if I can help it.
Wait. You know where she is?
Of course I do. I'm the one who hid her all those years ago.
What?!
Well, with a little help from my friends. It was a night I'll never forget.
A greedy art collector wanted to take Paola from the museum.
She wanted to stay.
So my museum pals, same as yours,
helped me sneak her out of the exhibit and into a hiding spot.
-You saved her. Can I meet Paola? -I thought you would never ask.
My grandma, a master art thief. Who knew?
I am so stoked for you to meet Paola.
-She's so cool. -Cooler than the dark side of the moon.
How do I look? Gotta be my best for our favourite painting.
Do I have visitors?
It's me, Paola. Ciao!
-Ciao, Paola! -Paola!
Sylviuccia!
Paoluccia! I've got someone who wants to meet you.
Is this the Ridley Jones? Granddaughter of Dr. Sylvia Jones?
The girl who wields a Compass Eye and protects the museum?
Yes, yes, and, well, yes!
Thrilled and thrilled to meet another Jones woman.
Did you know your grandma was the first person
who bothered to ask me my name?
She was?
I was always A Lady from Milan
or "the most famous portrait in the history of art."
No one ever asked, "Who is the woman in that painting?"
Until Sylviuccia.
-You looked like someone fun to talk to. -And you were right. I'm a hoot!
We have been good friends ever since.
Even though I hid you in the storage room?
I have made the most of my confinement.
I've learned three languages,
do yoga every morning to keep my frame flexible,
took up opera…
And yet, I miss my fans.
I long to see a crowd around me.
What can I say? I'm a people portrait.
There's a big crowd in the museum today
since it's the anniversary of your "disappearance."
Think we can sneak Paola out just for a little bit, Grandma?
-We could give her a disguise! -I don't know.
The princess should have some ideas you can live with.
It's queen. And yes, I do.
We want to hide you, but with style!
No, not style.
Somehow, someway, you must blend into the crowd.
I will make you unfashionable.
Good luck with that. How do you make this anything but fabulous?
My moustache tickles.
Hang tight, Paola. We're almost at the art exhibit.
I see them! My fans! Bring them to me, or at least get me a little closer.
Yum! Ice cream!
Hey, careful with that ice cream.
We'll be back in two seconds. Then you'll see your fans.
I hope they hurry. My moustache is so… so… ticklish!
Mamma Mia!
Mamma Mia! It can't be!
The real deal? A Lady from Milan was here all this time?
It's finally mine… to sell.
Mr. Peabody, you'd better have a good reason for calling me.
I'm not interested in another wild goose chase.
Who could have predicted the statues I sold you were just geese painted gold?
Anyway, would you like to own A Lady from Milan?
Of course I would. But no one's seen it in decades.
Well, you're seeing it right now.
Gimme!
I can have it ready for you first thing in the morning.
-Whew! Chocolate crisis averted. -Sorry about that. Paola?!
Mr. Peabody has her. Come on!
He's putting Paola in his office.
That's a top-of-the-line security system. How will we get her out?
By stealing Paola! Again!
Calling the perfect crew We're on a mission
Stick to the master plan
First up, we rendezvous At this position
Quietly as we can
The moment is so ideal That's the art of the steal
Everyone knows your role Peaches, you're lookout
Ismat's in charge of gear
Fred's on the first patrol With grappling hook out
Dudley won't stay clear!
And Dante's behind the wheel That's the art of the steal!
When a friend needs some help to escape
Her crew will come through With the perfect caper
All of our comms are linked So when it's go time
There is no way we'll fail
Get all your watches synced It's almost showtime
We mustn't leave a trail
And nobody's gonna squeal That's the art of the steal!
That's the art of the-- Shh!
-First, we need to turn those lasers off. -Ready, Fred?
Make way for the bison! Twinkle-hooves activated.
Fred's hoofwork is next level!
Ridley, I've got the code to turn off those pesky lasers.
Press the green button twice and the red button once.
Copy that. Bye-bye, lasers.
That was royal!
The door's totally locked!
A little help, Peaches?
I can't unlock the door from up here!
Time to fly like an eagle.
If I could fly, that is.
And if I was an eagle, that is. I don't wanna talk about it.
Anyway, you can get in the office through the ceiling.
Great work. Dante, do you mind giving us a boost?
One dino-pault, courtesy of Ralph, coming right up.
-Mr. Peabody! -O-M-Ra! Is he down there?
Phew! No, just a really big portrait of him.
Do you see Paola anywhere?
She must be in there. Peaches, think you can get me the combo for Peabody's safe?
Wait, cancel that. He left the safe open. Oh, Mr. P.
Ridley! Oh! My cannoli-sized heroine!
Better get out of that office!
Mr. P and Luann just pulled into the parking lot.
On it, Peaches. Grandma! Ismat! Bring us up!
Mr. P is back. We need to get out of here fast.
That's why your getaway board and bison stuck around. Hop on!
Museum Mayday! Everyone, get back to your exhibits.
That's Luann, a greedy art collector.
We got you out of Peabody's office just in time.
Grazie! Now I am safe.
I'm afraid not. Now Mr. Peabody knows you're in the museum,
he'll never stop looking for you. You'll be in danger forever.
Well, it's the price I pay for being the most famous painting in the world.
Curse my charisma, flawless brushwork,
and mysterious smile that leaves everyone wanting more.
I guess it's back to storage.
No, I won't let you go back. You deserve to be seen.
You've done your best to protect me, Sylvia.
After all, where can I go? It's not like I can hide in plain sight.
Maybe you can.
-Grandma, stall Mr. Peabody and Luann. -Whatcha thinking?
I might know how to get Peabody off of Paola's trail for good.
Behold! The most expensive--
I mean, exquisite painting in the world. A Lady from Milan.
You've really done it this time.
Sometimes I even surprise myself.
Is this a joke? That's a poster from the gift shop.
-The price tag is still on it. -I can't believe it.
Luann, wait! I thought it was the real portrait!
Luann!
Arrivederci!
Mamma mia! Are you really hiding me in plain sight?
-Do you think that'll work? -We're about to find out.
I can't believe I thought one of these gift shop posters was the real portrait.
Sometimes we can't see what's right in front of us.
Looks like A Lady from Milan has truly disappeared
and the mystery will stay a mystery forever.
-It looks just like the real portrait. -Take my picture.
Hey there!
Sylviuccia.
Paoluccia!
I love it here. Grazie. Thank you, both of you.
You Jones women sure know how to make a lady smile.
On the second floor.
I guess being a protector of the museum really is an art.
-Simply stunning! -I wanna see!
I wonder why she's smiling.
Gift of the Mummy.
Welcome, all, to Dudley's very first flying recital!
We couldn't be more proud of the progress our D-Man has made.
I'm so happy you were all able to make it and… Hey, where's Ismat?
Not in that corner! Is that gingham in gold?
Sorry, Dudley. I think we'd better go check on Ismat.
Hey, Pierce and Flo? We'll need to take a rain check!
Yes, that looks good.
Remember, everything has to be perfect.
-Hi, Ismat, what's going on in here? -This is over-the-top, even for you.
I'm setting up for my dads' anniversary party.
It's the big one. 4,500 years.
-Wow! -Bisonic!
I know! Look, I even made matching lockets as a gift.
I'm so excited to give them to my dads.
That's a great photo of the three of you. I'm sure they'll love it.
Ismat, the place looks fabulous!
You even made the baklava cake we love!
We've looked forward to this all millennium!
And check out all the gifts the other mummies got us!
Two bedazzled robes Made out of fine Egyptian silk
Jewel-encrusted bowls so that Our royal cats can drink their milk
When you own a golden throne Well, your perspective shifts
We are oh, so grateful For the greatest gifts
Luxury sarcophagi To rest our weary bones
Goblets with our faces there In gilded semi-precious stones
Living in such luxury A mummy's spirit lifts
We are oh, so grateful For the greatest gifts
And from the commoners Who worship and admire us
Hieroglyphic cards Of highest-grade papyrus!
Chariots of gold with rims Well-suited for a king
Plus the stylish headdress With the fiercest of Egyptian bling
Gifts so grand and numerous They pile up in drifts
We are oh, so grateful For the greatest gifts
Gold cotton candy. It looks deli-- Ow! Ouch!
It's actually gold, Dudley. You can't eat it.
My un-queenly little gift can't compete with all these other fabulous ones.
Wait. I know!
Dads, I've got to run one last errand before the party.
-Okay, Ismat. See you soon. -We'll just be here eating cake.
Thanks for making one for every year we've been together.
-Delicious! -Yum!
-Ridley! -Whoa!
Will you open the entrance to the real pyramids?
-I need a new gift for my dads. -What about the lockets?
These little trinkets?
You saw all those magnificent presents my dads got.
I need to get them something like that. Something big and extravagant.
What did you have in mind?
A golden statue that was made in my dads' honour a really long time ago.
-It'll be the perfect gift. -Sounds amazing!
Where is it now?
The exact location's been lost to time. Hashtag mummy problems.
But I'm sure it's in the Pyramid of Secrets,
and with all your help, I know we can track it down.
Yeah, we can. Right, Ridley?
I still think the lockets are the right gift.
But if you think the statue is better, then, Eyes Team, let's head out.
Peaches, do your thing.
Okay, I'll mosey on over to the security room. Call if you need help.
Let's do this!
Eyes!
Ancient pyramids, here we come!
There it is. The Pyramid of Secrets.
It's bodaciously beautiful.
It is, but don't be fooled by how it looks.
The Pyramid of Secrets is a maze of secret passageways,
booby traps, and hidden dangers.
Is it too late to turn back?
The statue should be in the pyramid's vault.
Though I'm not exactly sure where that is.
Peaches, can you find a map of this pyramid?
Already on it, Ridley. What do we have here?
Ancient Athens. Ancient Atlantis. Ancient Atlanta. Bob's Banana Palace?
That's a takeout menu!
Just let us know when you find it.
Eyes Team, let's see what we can see.
Halt! None shall pass.
-You don't have to tell me twice! -Dudley!
-You don't have to run away! -Wait!
-Dead end! -What do we do? Ralph, do something!
There is no escape! You shall pay for trespassing!
I'll handle this.
You all remember I'm mummy royalty, right?
Guards! Look! You are in the presence of your queen!
Your Highness!
I mean, hi! It's Ismat, Mummy Queen here. How's it going?
-A thousand apologies. -We didn't realise.
Did you do something different with your wraps? They're amazing.
What are you doing here, my liege?
Well, I need to get something valuable out of the treasure vault.
What?! But it's rumoured to be hidden
in the deepest, darkest corner of the pyramid.
Surely whatever you seek isn't more valuable than your royal safety.
Never mind. It is not our place to question our queen's wishes. Farewell.
Okay, handled. Now, let's keep moving. I have to find that statue.
Peaches? Any luck with the map?
Looks like the vault is on the lowest level of the pyramid.
You need to take the corridor to the east, next to the giant banana peel…
Oops. That's my bad.
Now go down the corridor with the funny-looking floor tiles.
Easy. We've got this.
Maybe not so easy.
Ismat, any idea what that symbol means?
Yes. It's the ancient Egyptian symbol for the number one.
And that tile there has the number two.
There's three, four, five, and six.
I guess we jump from one number tile to the next to get down the hall safely.
-Stay on the numbered tiles. -Got it.
Here we go!
I'm surfing the gnar!
By surfing, I mean hopping, and by gnar, I mean giant tiles. And--
-Dante, you can hop quietly, you know. -Ready?
Don't worry, Dudley. I'll help you.
See? It's just like hopscotch.
Like hopscotch with a side of doom!
Okay. Now let's keep going.
Great work, team! You're just one corridor away from the pyramid vault.
Perfect gift, here we come!
Did I do that?
Peaches, we're going down a big slide!
What? We have a problem!
That slide isn't on the map.
Ridley, you okay?
We're now in a room with a big pit.
There's a staircase with daylight behind us!
Copy that, sunshine. I know where you are. Those stairs lead safely outside.
The treasure vault is on the other side of that pit.
And the only way across it is using that old, wooden beam.
I can't even see the bottom. If we fell…
I'm calling it. I'm sorry, Ismat, but it's too dangerous.
Go if you want, but I need to get that statue for my dads.
Otherwise, they won't know how much I love them.
Ismat, wait!
-No bottomless pit is gonna stop me! -Stay here. I'll go after her.
There it is. Yes!
Why'd they have to make solid gold statues so heavy?
Ridley!
Ismat, I can't hold on to you and the statue.
It's too heavy. You've gotta let it go.
No, I can't. I need this statue for my dads.
This is a big day for them. I can't let them down.
Listen to Ridley, Ismy.
Dads?
Peaches called us and explained everything!
We don't need the statue, but we do need you. Let it go!
Goodbye, perfect gift.
Ismat, what were you thinking?
Heading wrap-first into a dangerous, booby-trap-filled pyramid?
I'm sorry. I wanted to give you the statue for your anniversary.
It would've been the greatest gift ever.
No, it wouldn't.
We already have the greatest gift.
You do? What's that?
-You! -You!
Jewels and statues may look nice But who needs all that flair?
There is not a present That could possibly compare
To the thing that fills our hearts And makes our spirits lift
Ismat, don't you realise You're the greatest gift?
Thanks, Dads.
Now I wish I still had the lockets I made for you.
You mean these lockets?
I fished them out of the rubbish before we left,
just in case you changed your mind.
Ridley! Thank you.
-Beautiful! -Oh, Ismy.
Oh, nice!
Fabulous party, Ismat.
The lockets you made us are the best part.
Icing on the cake. Which reminds me, I'm gonna need more of that cake pronto.
Thanks, Dads.