(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)
NARRATOR: They say there's no "I" in team.
But there's at least a couple in "private eye."
The boys had split up their workload for the day.
Tom had taken an emergency call from Toodles,
leaving Jerry to crack open a cold case at the office.
(BELCHING)
Suddenly, there was a heavy footfall at the door.
It was Tom, looking like something the cat dragged in.
Actually, I dragged him in.
I seen him passed out on the stairs and dragged him on over.
NARRATOR: Well, thanks very much for all your help.
Hey, are you doing a TV show in here?
'Cause, uh, I know a few pretty good tricks.
NARRATOR: Well, there really isn't any need
for that kind of thing in this series,
but if it ever comes up, we'll give you a call.
(SADLY) Yeah, sure. Sure you will.
NARRATOR: Poor Tom was really down for the count.
Out like a light.
Looks like a job for a good old-fashioned
cardiac ventricular defibrillator.
-Clear! -(ELECTRICITY CRACKLING)
(YELLS)
Oops!
Hey, Tom, he just knocked you for a loop, remember?
Hmm, this could be serious.
Somewhere in the past eight hours,
you took a baseball bat to the head,
got a kiss on the cheek,
acquired a face full of hornet stings,
an arrow to the backside,
and got run over by a Mack Truck.
Don't tell us you forgot how all this happened.
This looks like a clear case of...
Of... That thing where you can't remember.
Magnesium?
(KEYS CLACKING)
-(PHONE BEEPS) -Hang on, I'm getting a text.
"Hey, genius, the word is 'Amnesia'."
(SCOFFS) I knew that was it!
So, with no shortage of clues, all they needed to find was
what they were clues to.
The barcode on the baseball bat
named a health club called Flex & Pex,
where the boys learned what they could from the evening desk clerk.
Excuse me. I'm not a clerk. I'm a Fitness Associate.
NARRATOR: Whatever you say, big guy.
With that out of the way, it was time to learn what they could
about the last eight hours at Flex & Pex.
Our bat boy here will show you.
(MIMICKING RENFIELD) Yes, master. Right this way.
NARRATOR: As bat boy showed them to the batting cages,
he mentioned that a mysterious puppy showed up around noon
and had been hitting home runs ever since.
But he didn't have much to say.
Seemed like the only language he spoke was bubble gum.
(POPS)
I see, you also took an arrow in your derriere.
Perhaps someone knows something
over at our archery range.
Excuse me, kind sir.
These two gentlemen were wondering
if you know anything about the recent accident
involving a bow and arrow.
A mere coincidence of chance, and I can prove it.
Hey, fellas, does this arrow look like any of yours?
-Gee, I don't know. -Maybe yes, maybe no.
It sure, maybe, yes, no... (CHUCKLES)
-I can't tell. -Sure.
There's only one way to find out.
(SCREAMS)
Okay, let's see here.
Who has the blue aluminum with the carbon tip?
DOG 1: Oh, that's me, Spike.
I've got a copper shaft with a black feather.
DOG 2: That's me, Spike.
So, that leaves this one, which is mine,
proving this one you came in with
ain't one of ours.
(YELLING)
NARRATOR: Bat boy had one last lead,
an alley cat named Butch, who practically lived at the gym,
albeit in the dumpster.
(SCATTING)
Not bad, huh?
NARRATOR: Very nice. Like I said, we'll keep you in mind.
Oh, you won't be sorry. I promise.
NARRATOR: Where were we? Oh, yes.
The boys grilled Butch about the suspicious arrow in Tom's butt
and the one he was using to harpoon his dinner.
Yeah, looks like one of mine, all right.
But this is the last one I got.
Somebody stole my archery gear this morning
when I went to bring Tooty to the gym.
Tom, don't you rember?
You was right across the alley putting up them posters.
I still says Tooty wouldn't have gone missing
if Toodles let her come to the gym with me.
Poor kitten. Couldn't care less about that beauty salon anyways.
But cut her loose on a batting cage or an archery range,
and she could be at it all day.
A natural athlete she is, I tell...
Yikes!
(BUZZING)
(PLAYS BUGLE)
(TRUCK HONKS)
NARRATOR: In a sudden flash, Jerry pulled all of the pieces together.
Now the PI team was really on a roll.
They called Toodles and asked her to meet them at the gym.
Jerry assured her that the mystery was as good as solved.
Back in cage number five, the canine wonder was still batting 1,000,
and if Jerry's hunch was correct,
this pup's bark was worse than her meow.
(GASPS) Tooty, thank goodness, you're safe.
Oh, Tooty, you had us all so worried.
Tom, you're an absolute genius.
How on Earth did you find her, here of all places?
NARRATOR: Tell her, Tom. Oh, hang on,
let's jog our memory one more time.
It suddenly all came back in a classic flashback sequence.
At noon sharp you arrived at Toodles' place,
where she hired you to help her find her missing niece.
At 12:05, she sealed the deal with a kiss on the cheek.
By 12:45, you had reached the Flex & Pex back alley
to spread the word of the missing kitten.
At 12:57, you encountered Butch on the other side of the alley.
Tooty's lost? I was hoping to take her to the archery range today.
But Toodles wanted to drag her to some beauty salon joint instead.
Say, that looks like Toodles' lipstick.
You're trying to steal my girl again, ain't you?
NARRATOR: At 1:03, Butch chased you up a utility pole
and head first into a hornet's nest.
1:09, you raced headlong into the loading dock
and into the path of an oncoming equipment truck.
2:21, you regained consciousness
and staggered through the back door of the archery range,
where Tooty had taken Butch's stolen bow and arrows to practice.
(TOM SCREAMS)
At 3:27, you tracked Tooty to the batting cages
and saw through the puppy dog get-up.
Tooty did what any defenseless 4-year-old would do.
Taking a home run to the skull,
sent you're already battered short term memory to the shallows.
Good, then I'm the real hero of this picture.
And I think that rakes a big razzle-dazzle finish, yeah.
NARRATOR: (SIGHS) Oh, all right.
Oh, boy! Come on, kids.
Let's show them the big finish Daddy learned you.
NARRATOR: Hang on, I didn't say anything about your kids getting into the act.
Trying to run a serious detective procedural here.
Oh, forget it.