♪ Everyone sing
♪ Ba, ba, ba, ba
♪ Head in and dance with me
♪ Have fun and play with me
♪ And now it's time to stop
The city.
Some people call it "the asphalt jungle."
Danger lurks around every corner,
and heroes come in all shapes and sizes...
Ahh! Fresh air!
Uh... what is this place?
It looks like Garbage Land.
Yeah, maybe we should try someplace else.
Hey, lil' bro?
He's brooding.
Like a moody teen.
Probably 'cause of all the sad music he listens to.
Hey, uh, bro? We gotta talk about your taste in music.
Whoaaaa! Whoaaaa!
Look at those flying taxis!
We're in the future!
Uh, Pan, those aren't taxis.
Ice Bear wants to see more.
"Bug City Sleuths!"
Ah!
♪ Bug city, ooh
Wow!
I've heard of big city living, but bug city living?
Now that's the life!
I sure love the hustle and bustle of the city!
Ice Bear ready to molt.
Then it's settled, bros!
C'mon, let's do what we do best!
Get into trouble until we either get thrown out
or have to leave? Ha.
Yes, that does happen a lot, but I'm talking about
making friends!
Why hello there, new friend!
Spiders are so scary!
I heard they trap people in their webs
and eat their brains with a spork!
Well, I've heard spiders steal your curds and whey!
Ice Bear heard spiders ruin field trips to science labs.
Ouchies.
Ugh, spiders are the worst!
All other bugs are cool, though.
- Oh, yeah. - Definitely.
Huh? - Huh? - Huh?
I believe a "thank you" is in order.
You're welcome.
No, doll, you should be thanking me.
The three of you would've been flat as flies on a windshield
if I hadn't pulled you outta the way.
Oh, thank you! May-or Cen-tay-peeday?
That's Mayor Centipede.
Welcome to Bug City!
It is great to be here.
You picked a fine city, if I do say so,
and I do!
Our employment rate is through the roof.
You'll have no problem finding jobs.
Jobs?
Oh no, we don't like jobs.
Uh...too jobby.
Ice Bear's retired.
Nonsense!
Jobs are integral to becoming thriving citizens of Bug City.
Surely you'll find some that suit you.
Missing?
Who'd wanna bug-nap these cute, little worms?
And there's three of them, just like us.
Ice Bear feels empathy for the first time.
Hey, we should find them!
That could be our job!
Uh, that's nothing you need to worry about!
We have our finest detectives on the case.
Here, try this nice office job instead.
Mayor selfie!
Vote Centipede!
Are you guys thinking what I'm thinking?
Ice Bear needs to improve typing skills.
No, we're going to find those worms.
But the mayor said they already have
their best detectives on the case.
Yeah, but who better to find three missing babies
than us three missing babies?
Well I have always wanted to be a P.I. --
Panda Investigator.
Now, who would bug-nap a bunch of innocent, little silkworms?
Hmm. Someone creepy, someone crawly...
- Uh-huh. - With a lot of greasy fingers,
with a mean-lookin' mug
and a ruthless glint in his eyes.
A stone-cold ne'er-do-well.
Someone like this?
- The spider! - The spider!
If you were an eight-legged, bug-napping criminal mastermind,
where would you go?
Ice Bear would go to spider store.
Oh, good call.
11:35 AM.
Suspect is now leaving spider store.
Probably buying spider supplies for nefarious purposes.
Ice Bear can smell his wicked spirit.
Now we just have to follow him
until he leads us to the silkworms.
11:45 AM.
Suspect is washing his gross spider clothes.
Probably to get rid of evidence!
12:05 PM.
Suspect is now at a barber shop getting an evil haircut.
Probably to disguise himself!
12:30 PM.
Suspect is now enjoying a --
fly sandwich.
Menacingly!
Hey, can I get some more nectar?
I think you've had enough, Wasp!
Grr!
3:57 PM.
Suspect is heading into an abandoned warehouse.
Also, remember to get medicine for wasp sting.
Ice Bear's spider sense is tingling.
We're gonna find the missing silkworms!
I have a butt feeling.
Don't you mean "gut feeling?"
I know what I said.
Butt, you did it again!
Hey, where'd that spider guy go?
Never mind that.
We have to get these worms out of here!
Huh?
3:59 PM.
The suspect set a trap for us...
and it worked.
Ice Bear smells trouble.
Ohh!
He's going to eat our brains!
Ice Bear's brain too spicy.
Oof! - Oof! - Oof!
Sorry about that.
The trap was meant for the redhot
who snatched the silkworms, not you three.
Ice Bear appreciates being spared.
So you're not going to eat our brains?
No, I'm no flim-flam man.
The name's Sam Spider Spade, Private Eye.
I've been working on this case for a fly's lifetime.
Wow! So all day?
Mm-hmm.
We thought you were the bug-napper!
What made you think that?
You're a spider!
Spiders are notoriously shady.
Yeah, what were you doing skulking around the barbershop?
- And the laundry mat? - And the diner?
Uh, getting a haircut,
washing my socks, and eating lunch?
-- Oh. Right. - Oh. Right. - Oh. Right.
But how did you know the silkworms were being held here?
Well, see, I followed the trail.
Isn't that what you did?
- Uhh, yeah. - Yeah, yeah.
But if you aren't the bug-napper, then who is?
May-or Cen-tay-peeday?
And look what she's wearing!
This isn't the time for your fashion commentary, Pan!
No, it's the same pattern that the silkworms are sewing!
That's right, I'm the bug-napper!
I have to say, I'm impressed.
You bears aren't as incompetent as you look.
Thanks!
Why'd you do it, Mayor?
It takes a lot of worms to look this good.
Ice Bear admits, she does look fabo.
We oughta drop a dime and have the coppers
throw you in the jug, see!
What?
Haaa!
- Wow! - Awesome!
Ice Bear approves.
Ha!
I'd like to see you try to get out of that one, Mayor.
- Wahhh! - Wahhh!
Vote Centipede.
After them!
Huh? Huh?
You'll never catch me!
I have approximately 30 to 354 legs!
These tunnels go on and on for miles!
We'll never find them!
Don't be so sure about that!
Look!
Follow that silk!
Great work, Mayor.
You found the missing silkworms! That's right.
And those scoundrels are the bug-nappers!
Arrest them!
Don't worry.
Ice Bear knows how to break out of jail.
Not so fast, Chief!
These bears are patsies!
They found the worms, and the Mayor is your bug-napper!
That's ridiculous!
They have no proof.
Actually...
Dear Diary,
Today I practiced kissing on a rock --
Uhh, wrong memo!
Dear Diary,
Me and the rock are actually getting pretty serious.
That's right, I'm the bug-napper!
I have to say, I'm impressed.
You bears aren't as incompetent as you look.
Madam Mayor, I'm placing you under arrest!
Ice Bear thinks you're gonna need approximately
30 to 354 handcuffs.
I just wanted silk.
See you in the big house, Mayor.
I'll send you a fruit fly basket.
Thank you, Bears.
You saved my babies.
No problem!
Us baby trios have to look out for each other!
Mm-hmm! Nice work.
You boys are dynamite detectives.
Aw, man, we actually thought you were
the bug-napper the whole time!
Being prejudiced towards something you don't understand
only causes problems!
Profiling is detrimental to society.
Don't sweat it, kids.
I myself used to have
preconceived notions about bears.
For the instance, I heard bears sprayed hot oil
from their mouths whenever they laughed.
You three have moxie.
Why don't you join my detective agency
and become real PI's, see?
Thanks, but maybe we should
leave Bug City Living to the bugs.
Gotcha.
Well, so long, boys.
Whoa!
Huh! What do you know?
That really is how bears travel!
So, Bug City turned out to be
a bit too hard-boiled for our Bears.
Oh, well, on to the next case...
you lousy mugs.