[horns honking]
Hurry, Uncle G. We've gotta be at New Mouse City airport in 15 minutes.
-In 15 minutes. -Or we're gonna be--
Late. Sorry. There's just so much to do.
And so much to clean up.
[crashing]
Teeth clean, shirt's clean, toast is clean--
[whistling]
Water boiling.
Need sugar for the tea. [grunting]
[phone ringing]
-Yes? Hold on. -[vacuum whirring]
[shrieks] Bug!
I'll call you back.
[panting] Okay, let's go.
Um, how about hiring someone to help out around the house?
Nonsense. I can do it all--
[grunts, then groans]
I'll place an ad today.
[groans]
♪ 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 ♪
[Sally] The Camembert Airship's coming to New Mouse City?
It'll change the future of transportation. Stilton got the scoop?
-How'd this happen, Simon? -Uh, he's a good reporter?
-I mean, you're a better reporter. -[door opens then closes]
[Cheesewheel] Ms. Rasmaussen?
I'm Professor Cheesewheel.
Size seven Italian leather with an odor level of 7.4 p.u. units.
What's with the talking tin can, Cheesehead?
Tsk-tsk.
It's Professor Cheesewheel. And I'm offering you an exclusive
on my newest technology, the fully automated house of the future.
I don't care about your wind-up toy, Cheesedog.
The Airship is the ultimate in technology.
Cheesewheel.
I'm hoping that an interview in such a... um, fine publication as The Daily Rat
will interest the financial community and allow me to complete my work.
Oh, blah, blah, blah. Don't pester me with your nonsense.
Take this bucket of bolts with you.
You shall regret this.
Good day, Ms. Rasmaussen.
Hmm. Oh, I've got to scoop Stilton on the Airship.
I need to get him out of the picture. But how?
According to Mouselist Classified, he took out an ad.
Looking for help around the house.
-I've already got a job. -Not you.
I meant maybe you could use it to your advantage.
[Sally chuckles]
Yes. I can, and will.
Ah!
Hold on, Cheesesteak.
[chuckles] Sorry if I was a little, um, brusque a moment ago.
Ha. Well, you were quite rude.
Glad we're able to clear that up. Could you make this look like a butler?
I suppose if I, um--
There. Perfect.
Could this metal manservant keep a certain reporter busy?
Especially during the arrival of the Camembert Airship? If you catch my drift?
-Nudge, nudge, eye-eye, wink-wink. -Oh-ho-ho, absolutely.
But in return, I'd like a two-page story in your paper.
Two pages?! Why, I wouldn't give--
--ooh, it a second thought.
It's a deal.
Whoa, coz. Your house looks like my apartment.
I have never seen it so messy.
Ha! Makes me feel at home.
[sighs]
I've been too busy to clean. That's why I placed an ad for help.
[whistling]
And a broom and mop and some soap and--
[grunting]
Someone to make my tea.
[doorbell rings]
Good day. I've come about the ad.
Excellent. You've come just in time.
[chuckles]
Oh, no, not me. Him.
-Wait, I haven't seen his references. -Cheeves will attend to your every need.
And, as a free bonus, I shall offer you a complete comfort upgrade to your house.
I don't know. Sounds like a lot of--
Tea?
[sniffs]
[Cheeves] Will there be anything else, sir?
-Uh-- Uh... -[whirring and beeping]
-That was cheddarific. -Where would you like the trash?
Trash? Trash?
I am offended.
-[sighs] You can just put him down. -Very good, sir.
Cheeves is designed for a refined gentleman like yourself.
Hmm. Needs sugar.
-Allow Cheeves. -It's in the kitchen on the top--
[Cheeves] Shelf.
Mm. Perfect.
Professor, you've got a deal.
-Trap, I haven't agreed to anything yet. -Oh, come on, he's great.
-But-- -So,
can he make a triple-decker cheese-on-cheese belt-breaker?
Ah. Welcome to today's house of tomorrow today.
[beeping]
Mr. Stilton, your house is now fully automatic.
Uh, I don't know about this.
Come on, what could possibly go wrong?
[Cheesewheel] From now on, your house will mop, vacuum,
wash dishes, take out trash,
make your food, even slice your cheese.
With Cheeves, you have nothing to worry about.
That's what worries me.
[Cheeves] House is activated.
Intruder alert. Intruder alert.
[shrieking]
[all yelling]
[horns honking]
[tires squealing]
[voice vibrating]
Maybe this wasn't such a bad idea.
Ah. I could get used to this.
[voice vibrating] Me, too. That's why I'm moving in with you.
What?
You're all set. If there are any problems, you can consult the manual.
[grunting]
[Cheeves] Allow me, sir.
Ah! Perfect. Now with Geronimo distracted, I can get my story.
The Airship is due to arrive in two hours.
Did I say you could talk?!
The Camembert Airship is due to arrive in two hours.
[chuckles]
And to make sure I get the exclusive,
I'm going to put Stilton into permanent lockdown.
[Sally laughs]
Oh, this is the life.
More pickles, please.
Professor Wheelie-cheese is a genius.
Ah. That's Cheesewheel.
Cheeves, volume three of my interview with the Duke of Swizzleton.
Ah. I have to admit, sometimes technology is good.
But a lot is better.
Ah. Good times. Good times.
Time? Time! Cheese and crackers. Look at the time.
I gotta meet Benjamin and Thea for the airship's landing. My phone.
-Ow! That wasn't nice. -[Trap] You're telling me.
[shrieks]
Don't ask the kitchen for extra mustard.
Figure out what's wrong while I'm gone.
Hey, it's locked.
[grunting]
Yup. It's locked, all right.
That's what I said. Cheeves, unlock this door, please.
[Cheeves] Not now. Cheeves is busy. This is Cheeves' favorite part.
Can't blame him. That's my favorite part, too.
Cheeves, this isn't funny.
Ooh, look, it's a big balloon-thing.
Oh! The Camembert Airship. I've gotta get out now.
Hello, Professor Cheesewheel. You need to shut down this house.
-[laughs] -Hmm. It does sound like a system error.
I'll drop by in a few hours.
I don't have a few hours.
The Camembert Airship is arriving now.
Sorry, Stilton, this one's mine.
[laughs]
-Sally. I should have known. -[screams]
Your kitchen hates me.
See what I mean?
Hurry. It's landing and I don't want to be late.
[Cheesewheel] Not so fast.
There's something I'd like to show you. Another of my assistants.
Cheesesteak, get your rattle-can away from me.
[chuckles] I assure you, it does more than rattle.
-It's going to get me what I want. -What are you talking about?
-We had a deal. -I've changed the deal.
I'm stealing the airship and keeping all of the technology.
I'm sure you'll understand.
[both screaming]
There's no way you're getting a two-page story!
I don't like this new deal. It pinches.
[squeaks]
All right. I think the coast is clear.
Incoming!
[grunting]
Must be a way to shut this house down.
I hope you can speed-read.
Keep it up. I think the vacuum is getting tired.
Trap! Help!
This can't be good.
[buzzing and crackling]
Cheeves, do something. The house is nuts.
Please refrain from outbursts, Cheeves is enjoying quality time.
[gasps]
Insect.
Not on my clean floor.
Now's our chance. Go.
No, Trap, give me that book.
I've had enough of this. I'm getting help.
[phone ringing]
[Benjamin] Uncle Geronimo. Where are you?
[Trap grunting]
We're held captive in my house by a robot butler.
-[Trap screaming] -Help!
Robert Butler? Who's that?
No, he said robot butler. And it sounds like he needs our help.
[screams] Trap! A little help?
Take that, you robot rat.
[kettle whistling]
Wait, I've got an idea.
Cheeves, you're fired!
[shrieks]
[shrieks] Run!
[both gasp]
[both panting, then sighing]
We're safe for the moment.
[toilet belching]
What do you think it wants?
Uh-oh. I shouldn't have asked.
[Geronimo yells]
This is possibly the strangest moment of my entire life.
Bull's-eye.
[grunting]
-We've got to find a way to get out. -The only thing that gets out are bugs.
Bugs?
Coz, you're a genius.
[grunting]
-Locked. -[Cheeves] Intruder alert.
Intruder alert.
Uh, I'll link to the robot's network, hack its system.
Go for it. I'll find another way in.
Oh. Maybe this isn't such a good idea.
Nonsense. If I saw you, I'd step on you.
-I guess it's now or never. -It's bug time.
Stop. You're bending my antenna.
[Cheeves] Insects?
False alarm. Insect imposters.
See? I told you it'd work.
[grunting]
He's onto us.
And what are you two supposed to be?
[grunting] Bugs.
Bugs? You look like bath mats.
Bath mats?
I'm offended.
Almost there.
Ha. I'm in. This will fix your software.
-I knew I didn't need any help. -Ugh. Give it a rest.
-Tea, Mr. Geronimo? -What happened?
-It must have been Benjamin. -Look out.
Sorry about that. Won't happen again. Shutting down all automatic items.
Whoa. What happened? Why are you dressed like bugs?
-I told you we looked like bugs. -Thanks, Benjamin.
To the airfield. No time to lose.
[Cheeves] Sir, your jacket. And your umbrella. It might rain.
Uh, the name is Simon Squealer.
I'm with The Daily Rat.
The Daily Rat, huh? I love The Daily Rat.
Is Sally Rasmaussen coming?
-Uh, sorry, she's all tied up. -[horns honking]
[shrieks] Stilton!
[Benjamin] Look. It's Professor Cheesewheel.
What's he doing here?
Sir, would you like some lemon?
-Not now. -Like your jacket pressed?
-No. -Shoes shined?
I don't wear shoes. You can help by not helping.
Good cup of tea, Cheeves.
Hello. Here for the tour?
Whoa! [grunts]
That was uncalled for.
[Geronimo] Don't let him escape.
You're too late, Stilton! The Camembert Airship is mine!
[laughing]
Let go, Uncle G!
[yelling]
I'm tangled up!
I can't help by not helping. Cheeves must help.
Hold on, sir.
No, no, no.
[sighs] Phew.
[screams]
[Cheeves] I've got you, sir.
[screaming]
[Cheeves] It was an honor making tea for you, Mr. Geronimo.
Tea. That's it.
-Cheeves, sugar. Top shelf. -[Cheeves] If you insist, sir.
What's happening?
[shouting]
[Geronimo whimpering]
Good work, Cheeves.
My pleasure, sir. Hot towel to freshen up?
Thank you, Cheeves.
Ah! Ow, ow, ow!
-Hmm. Refreshing. -Glad you enjoyed it, sir.
[Geronimo] Fortunately, for the quick thinking of Cheeves,
Cheesewheel's attempt to steal the Airship was foiled.
Reporting live, I'm Geronimo Stilton.
-That was quite a scoop. -Yeah, you're the hero.
Cheeves is the hero.
What are you gonna do with your robot-butler?
Hmm. If he wants the job, he's welcome to it.
Oh, thank you, sir. It will be a pleasure to work for you and your family.
-Family? -Mr. Trap, sir, may I carry you?
Certainly, my good robot-man.
Hmm. Sally missed this scoop. I wonder what happened.
I can't believe I missed my scoop because of this bucket of gears!
[robot] Less talk. More shine. More clean.
He's not a very good butler.
Quiet. His battery has to run out sometime.
[Sally whimpering]