[laughs]
-Yes. -[door opens]
Trap, ready to defend your title in the joke and gadget competition?
You bet. Nobody beats Trap at practical jokes.
[coughs, then both laugh]
You haven't seen anything yet. This is my best gag ever.
[grunting]
Nuts. It's my best joke. You're gonna love it.
Just you wait.
-If only I could get-- -Uncle G, you've got e-mail.
"You've been chosen to participate in a study on unique thinkers.
The Foundation of Extreme Intelligence
would appreciate your participation that will benefit mousekind.
Please be at the Future Tower at 11 a.m. today. Signed, Professor C.W.
-PS, lunch will be served." -Wow. That's gonna be cool.
-You gonna go? -Sounds interesting, but I'm busy.
I have an engagement at Mousard University to present the Golden Gouda Award.
-Could you send someone else? -Open, open, open!
How would you like to test your intelligence?
[panting]
-What do I do? -Be at the Future Tower at 11 o'clock.
Eh. I'll pass.
They're serving lunch.
Ooh. Okay, I'm in.
[shrieks]
Oh, great, you got it to work. Okay, now, now, pull my finger.
[Trap laughing]
Trap!
♪ 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 ♪
A test on intelligence. Think smart, be smart.
Think smart, be smart.
-Name? -Trap.
Uh... Uh, St-- Stilton.
And you are?
I am 130-dash-beta omega-niner-five
six-alpha-slash-422761148 applejack tango underscore blank
inverse cosine theta 5995 infinity loop.
-Oh, wow, I didn't-- -You may call me Blog.
Stilton. First name?
Um... Geronimo.
Hmm. You may enter.
Professor Bleinstein, physicist.
I came up with the theory of cheese relativity,
E equals MC cheddar.
Oh, I've used that formula many times. It's delicious.
Cheddar Bernstein, world-renowned composer at your service.
You'd agree with me that the quarter note is overrated.
I am Tatsimoto, judo master.
And you are?
Geronimo Stilton. The master of all things newsy.
Delighted, Mr. Stilton.
Gentlemen, follow me.
Get comfortable. The test will begin soon. Lunch will be served.
I hope they serve Swiss and Brie sandwiches.
My stomach doesn't work well on an empty brain.
Hey. [laughing] These recline.
Mr. Stilton, please stop that.
Huh?
[machinery beeping]
It's gonna be a fancy lunch.
Wow, this is so cool.
That... [sighs] was exhilarating.
Where did the time go? I must be off. Gentlemen, it has been a pleasure.
Ladies and gentlemen, it is an honor to be here
to present the Golden Gouda.
Professor Spitfur has been with Mousard University for 23 years.
His achievements include a breakthrough for turning garbage into energy.
He discovered a new constellation in the shape of an armadillo...
[audience] Oh!
which he named the Armadilla Constellation.
[cheering]
His latest achievement, a formula for removing gum off of city streets.
In recognition of these achievements, it is my honor and pleasure
to present Professor Spitfur with the Golden Gouda.
Excuse me, but I would like to say a few words.
Uh, Trap? Uh, okay.
-I'd like to introduce my cousin, Trap. -Thank you.
Before you present this honor, I would like to set the record straight.
First, he has not been with the university for 23 years.
It's only been 16.3 years. He took two sabbaticals and was suspended
-for burning down his own lab. -What's he talking about?
Uh... Those were accidents.
[audience gasping and murmuring]
Trap, what are you doing?
I believe I have the floor. May I continue?
Thank you. Could I have slide number two?
According to my calculations, the Spatula Nebula is 42 billion,
500 million, 63,000 light years across,
proving that the professor's conclusions are incorrect.
In fact, it looks nothing like an armadillo. It is a platypus.
[chattering]
-Trap. Stop this, you're-- -Next slide.
This formula for removing gum from the streets will do nothing.
It is a non-cohesion viscosity solution. In short, it's just bad soap.
Trap.
In fact, if anyone deserves this award, it is me.
Thank you, I am honored.
[Spitfur] This is outrageous.
[booing and shouting]
Uh, professor, I am so embarrassed, I don't know what to say.
Uh...
[Thea shouting and grunting]
Tsk-tsk-tsk.
-Thea, your technique is all wrong. -What?
Your center of gravity is inefficient.
Move like a graceful swan, not like an overturned dump truck.
Dump truck? Trap, you know nothing about karate.
No, no. Your breathing is incorrect, your stance is horrible,
you wave your arms like a fluttering fowl.
Okay, that's enough.
En garde.
[both grunting and shouting]
[crashing]
[playing upbeat rock music]
[door opens]
Hey, Trap. I've almost got the high score.
[Trap] I see, it's in the key of G-sharp.
It's only a series of ascending arpeggios. How childish.
What are you doing?
A tonic fifth can modulate between a seventh
-when taken up an octave. -What?
A pointless game.
Trap, I could've had the high score. You crashed my game. Trap!
[Geronimo] I can't believe Trap today.
Of all the rude things to do. I've never been so embarrassed.
Who does Trap think he is?
That's it. I don't wanna see him the rest of my life.
Telling me I don't know a thing about balance.
-He broke my game. -He says I don't know about breathing.
I was about to get the high score, and he came in with arpeggios.
[all] We have to do something about Trap.
[announcer] Welcome to the annual practical joke and gadget competition.
How predictable, painfully droll, unoriginal, uninspired.
I have no comment for that other than lame.
-Name? -Professor Traperillius Stilton, Esquire.
You're contestant 57.
Thank you, my good man.
-I can't believe how Trap is acting. -[scoffs] I can.
Yeah. It started when he went to that Super-Smart Foundation place.
Benjamin, you're a genius.
-I am? -Trap was normal before this morning.
Something must have happened. Who was the professor in the study?
A Professor... C.W.
See what you can dig up on Professor C.W. while Thea and I get our cousin back.
[laughing]
[all laughing]
Oh, please. That was so childish. How can anyone be amused by these antics?
Our next contestant is the reigning champion,
Professor Traperillius Stilton, Esquire.
Uh... Trap-a-whatus?
Esquire? Since when?
Lights.
If the coefficient of X is greater than the mass of Q,
the result will be a stasis of digits.
Oh! He's making a fool of himself.
-How is that new? -We must stop him.
The sum of Y over X rounded up to a prime number--
-You don't know who you are. -Trap. Trap.
...and the sum will yield an infinite number-field.
[sighs] I can't find anything on this.
Uh...
Oh, bingo. "The Super-Smart Foundation of Extreme Intelligence
is looking for a few smart people."
Hmm.
Yes.
The result will leave variants of X in a state of flux.
[phone ringing]
Uncle G, you'll never guess who Professor C.W. is.
-Cheesewheel. -The guy with the robots?
Again?
And in conclusion, the answer is...
[chuckles]
seven.
[audience] Ooh!
I don't get it.
I said, seven.
And the winner is...
number 28, Melvin Schrubner, with the giant dribble glass.
[audience cheering]
This is a travesty. My intellect is beyond your comprehension.
I demand a recount.
[announcer] Security.
-He's not who he thinks he is. -Usually, he's funny.
[all grunting]
How rude.
Where are you going? The office is that way.
I'll get to the bottom of this. Let's get to the Foundation.
I hate to admit it, I miss the old Trap.
The reckless driving is an effrontery to good drivers.
[sniffing]
That fragrance you're wearing is cheap and odorous. Roll down the window.
Yeah, I miss him, too.
We're up and running. All we need to do is locate the subject.
[grumbles] Do you have a defective circuit?
You expect him to come walking to our front door?
-There appears to be no one here. -Uh, are you sure this is the place?
Ah. Mr. Stilton, do come in.
[both] Thank you.
Ladies first.
If you wouldn't mind waiting.
I have a matter to discuss with Mr. Geronimo.
Hmm.
[clears throat] What's going on?
I don't know, but let's play along.
Please, have a seat.
Care for some tea?
Thank you, a spot of tea would be grand.
The subject has been located.
You must be the luckiest robot.
The chances of this happening are 321,643-to-1, sir.
Oh, stop gloating and activate the system.
Hmm.
Professor, the subject is ready.
[chuckles] Finally, my dream will become reality.
The greatest intellects will be mine to sell.
I will bottle intelligence, sell it at a reasonable rate of return. With interest.
The download will be complete in 15 minutes.
[powering up]
Hmm. What does Cheesewheel want with Trap?
And why is Trap so smart?
Something's wrong with Cheesewheel's experiment. It'd explain a lot.
-You could explain why this door's locked. -Uh, what?
[grunting]
Whoa! That was some fancy light show.
Boy, am I hungry. You got sandwiches in this place?
[chuckles]
Back to normal.
Ha! You got a nice place. Thank you, robot man.
Thank you. You and your friends may go now.
-Trap? -What's going on?
Everything's fine. Let's get out of here.
I got a craving for some double Swiss and Gouda.
-He seems back to normal. -Hmm.
The Foundation appreciates your participation.
You'll get a questionnaire. Let us know about your experience.
Thank you and have a nice day.
[door opens]
There you are. How'd it go? Did you find Cheesewheel?
If Cheesewheel was behind this, there was no harm done.
We've got our old Trap back. Isn't that right?
I would suggest not jumping to conclusions quickly.
-Uh... What? -Oh, cheddar chunks, he's still smart.
-What happened? -I don't know.
Due to my intellect, I was aware what Cheesewheel was up to
and knew he mustn't get the intelligence in my brain.
So, I used a judo meditation to block his brain scan.
-It was simple. -We have to get back to the Future Tower
-and find a way to fix Trap. -I'm on it.
Here it is, pure liquid intelligence.
Whoever drinks this will become a super-genius.
[both laughing]
And I'll test it on you.
Um... [clears throat]
I am honored, professor.
Quickly, tell me, what is the formula for near light-speed in a vacuum?
[burps] That's a tough one. I can't think on an empty stomach.
Hear about the chicken?
I got a better one. Pull my finger. Pull one of my toes.
Yeah, I got you.
I'm ruined.
No, doctor. I don't know how it happened.
-We have to locate Cheesewheel. -There's no guarantee he can fix Trap.
Ah. Nuts from the Macadamia integrifolia tree. They look quite appealing.
[screams]
[Trap grunting]
Trap, are you okay?
Huh? Huh?
Wow!
Wasn't that great?
The joke and gadget competition folks are gonna love that.
Is it really him?
[laughing]
That's better than the atomic whoopee cushion I built last year.
Uh, sorry I blew out the windows in your house, G, but, woo-hoo!
What a stinker that was.
It kind of sounded like this:
[mimics whoopee cushion sounds]
[sighs]
That's Trap. It must've taken a big gag to knock the silly back into him.
The conk on the head didn't hurt either.
That's all it took to make Trap normal?
Well, how else are you gonna explain how Trap's brain works?
[Benjamin] Good point.
[Trap] Hey, coz, give me a hand.
[electricity buzzing, Geronimo yelling]