[Geronimo sneezes]
[groans]
[panting]
I don't know what I'm allergic to in here.
Flowers?
Nope. Try again, Trap.
[barks, then whimpers]
The only thing left is this ton of work you have to do.
[sneezing]
Work?
Uh, meetings?
Deadlines?
Ha! That's it. You're allergic to work. What I wouldn't give to have that allergy.
I've heard of work stress causing physical symptoms.
This is awesome.
How will I get anything done if I sneeze every time I-- You know.
Work?
This is serious.
I think I know just what G needs.
It's new, it's radical, and I've got a coupon.
[printer clicking]
Oh, sadness.
Oh, woe is me.
Poor Ratswami.
He has no customers, no money.
Ah, but I do have a brilliant plan.
Alas, Ratswami cannot do it alone.
[knocking on door]
Quit sniveling. Looks like this is our lucky day.
♪ Who's the mouse who's fun and witty Scoops the news for New Mouse City ♪
♪ Geronimo ♪
♪ He's amazing, he's terrific Watch out world he's cheddarific ♪
♪ He's outta site and in the know ♪
♪ Go! ♪
♪ He's the one we call Geronimo ♪
Oh, the famous Geronimo Stilton
here in Ratswami's humble hypnotist shop and juice bar.
Ratswami is truly honored, sir.
Okay, formalities over. Let's get down to business.
Ah, watch the disk.
Focus on the spinning.
The turning.
-The-- -Wait. I'm getting seasick.
I haven't told you why I'm here yet.
Oh, of course.
-Do tell Ratswami, why are you here? -I've been sneezing a lot lately.
-Uh-huh. -Yeah, he's allergic to work.
[sneezes]
[Ratswami] Hmm.
-Is there anything you can do to help him? -Hmm? What? Oh, I mean, yes.
Ratswami will hypnotize Mr. Stilton so he will be fine. Ready?
You are getting sleepy.
But I've never been--
[snoring]
[yawning]
Hey. No freebies.
Please wait outside while Ratswami cures Mr. Stilton.
Mr. Stilton, you are now cured of your allergy.
Oh, and just one more little thing.
You will do Ratswami's every bidding whenever you hear the word Madagascar.
-One, two, three. -Hypnotized.
-I told everybody this wouldn't-- -Work?
I'm cured.
Thank you so much. If there's anything I can do for you--
-All in good time, sir. -Uh, what?
I said, you are too kind, sir.
Ratswami, you are a genius.
Thank you, I know.
And soon, the whole world will know.
[laughing maniacally]
[snoring]
[mumbling]
Ah. There you are.
-Uncle Geronimo? -What? Oh, good morning, Benjamin.
[yawns]
-What time is it? -Wait, you overslept again.
-You do that a lot. Now you're missing it. -Missing what?
The biggest news story to hit New Mouse City ever since the last big news story.
Mouse-sterious burglaries occurred last night.
Authorities have no leads.
Sally Rasmaussen beat us to the scoop.
Let's track down the culprits and get that story.
[Geronimo snoring and mumbling]
Uncle Geronimo.
I'm up. I'm up.
I'm gonna need some help.
[chattering]
[siren wailing]
None of the jewelry was stolen?
-Nothing. It's still here. -Why did the burglars break in?
All they took was a big clock from the wall.
-It wasn't even for sale. -That's strange.
Hmm. Interesting.
[snoring]
Uncle Geronimo, no.
I'm on it.
Thanks, cousin. Trap?
[shrieks]
[laughing]
Oh.
-Why would somebody steal art supplies? -Ugh. We get all kinds. Freaks.
You okay, coz?
[yawns]
I don't know.
For some reason, I'm so... sleepy.
Did you see Midnight Monster Zombie Island last night?
It was a great episode. A little guy got chewed up by lizard people--
No, I went to bed early.
I must have slept wrong.
[snoring]
Maybe we'd better get you home now for a nap.
[Trap grunting]
Almost there.
[yawns]
-Thanks. Sorry I wasn't more help. -It wouldn't have mattered.
We're not close to solving this case.
-Nobody's seen anything. -Maybe it's an invisible thief.
-Nobody can determine a motive. -Who likes to paint.
But why clocks?
An invisible thief who likes to paint clocks.
[snoring]
I'll get you a blanket.
-[gasps] -[cuckoo clock tweeting]
[gasps]
-The thief is Uncle Geronimo? -Geronimo?
[snoring]
I can't believe it. Why would Uncle Geronimo steal this stuff?
-Everyone needs a hobby. -But Uncle G would never steal anything.
Ever. He's as honest and law-abiding as they come.
The evidence against him is overwhelming.
[cuckoo clock tweeting]
[Benjamin] It sure is.
Should we wake him up and... [gulps] turn him in to the police?
No. Not yet. But we shouldn't let him out of our sight.
-Maybe we can find out what's he's up to. -This is serious business, Benjamin.
It needs a woman's touch.
A little more. A little more.
Okay. That's good.
You forgot to say "over."
[sighs]
You don't have to on a video-phone. Is Benjamin in position?
All exits of the residence must be under our surveillance.
[sighs] Over.
Roger.
Roger? You weren't supposed to bring anybody.
-Were we supposed to bring anybody, Thea? -Roger means yes.
-And you forgot to say "over." Over. -Roger.
Over.
I have a visual of the target. Rooster is flying the coop.
-The rooster is flying the coop. -What?
Uncle Geronimo's leaving. Roger.
[tweeting]
-[sighs] I can't take it anymore. -No.
I can't believe that you're doing this. How could you? Stealing at night?
[snoring and mumbling]
Uh, Uncle Geronimo?
He's sleepwalking.
Sleep-stealing.
That means he doesn't know what he's doing. [laughing]
-I'll wake him up and tell him. -No, don't.
Let's follow him. Maybe there's something else going on.
-What's he doing? -Uncle G.
[Thea] He could fall.
Oh, that would hurt.
We have to stop him. Uncle G, come down.
-There's gotta be a reason. -Maybe he needs a vacation?
Yeah. We could visit Mousefort Beach or Cheddarton.
I hear Madagascar's nice!
[clock bell tolls]
Uh, what?
Huh? [shrieks]
Hang on, coz.
Trap? Thea? Benjamin?
Gargoyle? [screams]
You scared us with your sleepwalking.
[Geronimo whimpers]
And your sleep-stealing.
Stealing? What are you talking about?
-We found the merchandise in your closet. -Busted.
-You've been sleepwalking. -I've never sleepwalked in my life.
-You do a great impression. -I'll get to the bottom of this.
Uh, but first, we need to get to the bottom of this.
Oh, that can't be good.
[Geronimo yelling]
[chuckles]
It won't be long before our evil plan will be ready.
[Geronimo] Not if I can help it!
Ah. You brought the last of the supplies?
-What's he talking about? -Why are they here?
-What are you doing here? -What are you doing here?
I said it first.
Why, to prove to the world that I am the greatest hypnotist of all time.
Despite my past failures.
You will cluck like a chicken.
Moo.
[audience laughing]
[sighs]
Light as a feather, stiff as a board.
[audience laughing]
Hello, goldie fishy-fish.
[screams]
We will prove that Ratswami is not to be laughed at.
We will hypnotize the entire city at once.
And we have Geronimo Stilton to thank.
No!
Yes. You deserve the credit as much as Ratswami.
Do not be so modest.
[Ratswami chuckles]
Soon, New Mouse City will be under my control.
-You can't do this. -Oh, yes, I can.
Ah, there it is.
The last piece.
When the clock chimes at sunrise, the Age of Ratswami's Rule begins.
And now we laugh.
[Ratswami laughing maniacally]
[chattering]
[alarm ringing]
[yawns]
It's working. It's working!
-We've got to do something. -[Benjamin] I'm on it.
I'll think of a distraction. On my count, one, two--
Three.
[shouting]
-Quick, surround him. -Oh, no, no, no.
-You're forgetting one thing. -What's that?
That I was born in Madagascar.
[grunting]
Geronimo, what's gotten into you?
Hmm. Uh...
Try moving that gear there and this spring here.
No, there.
No, here.
[grunting]
[Thea] Something's wrong with Geronimo.
Keep working. I'll go have a look.
And now, my servant, I command you to dispose of her.
Let me go!
I mean it, put me down. I don't wanna hurt you, Geronimo.
[snoring]
[laughing]
Drop her!
Let her go!
Geronimo, don't do this.
Do it.
-Don't! -Do it!
Enough! Trap, what did you say to Geronimo that snapped him out of his trance?
Uh, I don't know. I think--
Wait. Aah! There's too much pressure.
Think, Trap, think.
Oh, I remember. Uh, pineapple smoothie?
An oatmeal cookie? I was mad at a car?
Mad at a car?
Madagascar!
Huh?
[Geronimo grunts]
Geronimo, have you ever been to Madagascar?
[snoring]
No, but I'd love to move to Madagascar.
You don't even know where Madagascar is.
We do so. It's in... Uh... Madagascar.
Why, you. Madagascar.
-Madagascar. -When I--
-Madagascar. -Madagascar.
Okay, Benjamin, see if this works.
It is the rainy season right now in Madagascar.
I guess we'll have to wait to go to Madagascar.
Wait, don't say it now, Trap.
[shrieks]
Get me down from here. Help!
[grunting]
Sorry!
Oh, no!
[bell tolls]
Phew. [yells]
Not again.
-Phew. -[bell tolling]
[yelling]
You fool. You're ruining everything.
No, no, no!
Stop stopping!
Keep spinning!
[chattering]
[woman] Billy, Billy, where are you?
Aha.
Pull!
[laughing]
It's too late!
New Mouse City is under Ratswami's control!
[laughing]
[all grunting]
Now!
[Geronimo yelling]
[woman] Oh, as I was saying...
[chattering]
[alarm clock ringing]
[Geronimo] I suggest we leave right now!
[Trap] Leaving.
[yelling]
[groans] Rats.
[Geronimo] The damage to the clock tower was quite extensive.
That's the way it was the morning New Mouse City
was almost hypnotized forever.
Unhand me this instant. Do as Ratswami commands, I tell you.
You are getting very sleepy.
Uh, nope. I had a good night's sleep. I'm well-rested.
Oh, rats.
[Geronimo sneezes]
Oh, no.
After all that, my allergy is back.
Work. News. Writing. Deadlines.
-Here you go, Uncle G. -Ah. Thank you, Benjamin.
-Uh, what's this for? -Your allergy isn't back.
After wandering around outside in your pajamas,
you caught a cold.
Uh-oh.
I know. There's a knife-thrower who wants to be an acupuncturist
who can cure that cold, and I've got a coupon.
[sneezes]