In a place full of mystery
Where the past comes alive
There's a hero of history
Who is ready to thrive!
She is saving our future
By protecting our past
She's a hero Whose moment's arriving at last!
Ridley Jones!
Daring and bold and courageous
Ridley Jones!
Guards the museum with pride
Ridley Jones!
Her sense of adventure's contagious
With dinos and dodos And astronaut chimps by her side
Ridley Jones!
Wearing her trademark fedora
Ridley Jones!
No challenge can get in her way
She won't ever give in to her fear
She shines when adventure is near
Swinging into the fray
And then saving the day
Ridley Jones!
Hey, Grandma!
Ridley, your vine work is really coming along.
Yeah, I think I'm getting the swing of it.
What's in the crate?
Look at all these vases.
From every corner of the world!
Careful with the swinging, dear. The pottery is very breakable.
Don't worry, Grandma, I'm always care--
Well, almost always.
What's it all for, anyway?
Our new world pottery exhibit!
I'm building a space for it, then I'll load the pieces inside.
I could use an extra pair of hands to get everything ready. Wanna help?
Really? Me? Yes! I accept! I'll do it! Thank you, Grandma.
I'm so happy I could swing on a vine… But I won't.
I know, too many breakables.
Can't take this thing anywhere.
Except I have to, because it's attached to me.
-Hey, everybody! -Hiya, sunshine!
Are you redecorating the treehouse? I love a good makeover.
Nope! These are for the new world pottery exhibit,
that I, Ridley Jones, am helping Grandma set up.
Wait a stegosecond. We can help with the pottery, too!
-I love new exhibits. -Cool!
Let's make it an official Eyes of the Museum mission!
Come on, team. "Eyes" on three! One… two…
Sorry. Ralph here's pretty excitable.
You know how tails are.
I'm not so sure it's a good idea to have Dante help tonight.
This pottery is one-of-a-kind and very, very, very fragile.
It really needs to be handled with care.
And Dante, well…
Come here, Ralphie! Come here! Whoops!
Yeah, he does have a knack for knocking things over.
As a protector of the museum, I need to do what's best for the pottery.
Spoken like a true Jones woman.
You know, I think I'll help Grandma by myself. This is a Jones family job!
We can't leave you alone! We're the Eyes of the Museum.
All for one dudette and one dudette for all!
That tail is bananas!
Board wipeout!
Eyes, huddle up.
I think you-know-who needs to tame his tail
before he can go near the pottery.
"You-know-who?" I don't know who. It's me, isn't it?
-No, it's Dante! -I should've known that.
-But Dante's part of the team. -Yup. Which is why we're gonna help him.
We can show him how to be careful around fragile stuff.
Bisonic idea! Let's go tell him.
Wait! Saying the training is only for him might hurt his feelings.
True. As the very last dodo, I know how it feels to be singled out.
Time to whip this new exhibit space into shape!
Cool, power tools!
Dante, wait! We can't go in there yet.
Not until we have a team training session.
A training session?
You pulling my scales?
What training do we need to move a couple of vases around?
Oops!
We need someone who knows how to handle having a big tail.
And I know who has the biggest tail in the whole museum!
Mrs Sanchez knows all about hanging round priceless artefacts!
She can show us how to not knock stuff over.
Indeed I can.
Now, find your flow.
Be one with your tail.
And try an "Om"…
What if you don't have a tail?
Then just go with the flow.
I'm in the flow zone.
Now I'm in the no-flow zone!
Dante, it's just Grandma's drill!
I'm spinning out!
I don't think this is the pose we were going for.
Is all of this really necessary, princess?
It's "queen". And yes.
As a royal and fashionista,
I'm the perfect mummy to teach Dante poses and poise.
We need to move around the pottery with respect. That's poise.
And given the choice, you should always do it in style!
That's poses.
None of that happens when I clap in my exhibit.
Balance these scrolls on your head.
Let's try, "Follow the Ancient Egyptian Leader!"
Chin up. Shoulders back.
And strut! And turn.
Gimme your best mummy-smize!
I'm getting mummy-wrapped!
I don't think poses were a step in the right direction.
You all know me as a rough and tough beast…
The cutest rough and tough beast!
I'll pretend I didn't hear that.
But I'm also a bit of a twinkle toes. Or hooves!
Being light on my hooves helps me not break things when I'm stomping around.
How can we be light on our hooves if we don't have hooves?
By doing my patented, secret bisonic dance moves!
Line up and follow my groove.
Hoof to the left, cha-cha-cha! Hoof to the right!
Now spin and roar! Cha-cha-cha!
Roar! Cha-cha-cha!
Wait! My tail's cha-cha-cha-ing the wrong way!
Sorry, I guess the bisonic dance class isn't for beginners.
Houston, it's time for some basic training. Over!
Astronauts might be famous
for being shot through the sky at hundreds of miles an hour,
but we also perfected our controlled, low-gravity walk.
What could be better for being around super breakable things?
Not moving at all!
That's what I always do in dangerous situations… nothing!
Yeah!
Dante, no!
Sorry, everyone! It was my tail!
It's headed for the pottery! Dante, gimme your board!
-This place is a mess! -Oh, no.
-I'll clean up over by the pottery. -No!
What we mean is, we'll clean it up.
You just have a seat! Away from the pottery.
Okay, I guess.
I mean, it's kinda far from the action, but if it's what you want…
Wait. The museum is a mess because I made it a mess.
Dude, I think I'm the problem!
No wonder my friends don't want me around.
How can I protect the museum when all I do is break it?
Looks like it's just you and me from here on out, Ralph.
I guess it's clear Don't need to fuss
They're better off, they don't need us
We're always in the way On a Jurassic scale
So now it's down to me and you
And nothing can part this party of two
We'll find a safer place For you to flop and flail
'Cause from now on It's just me and my tail
So I will go where no one else Can ever find me!
Because I know That you will always be behind me!
We're quite attached Joined at the hip
A tale of true appendage-ship
And, dude, there's just no way That I will ever bail
Yeah, from now on It's just me and my tail
I love you, little dude!
How's the sitting still thing working out, Dante? Dante?
That's his team bandana.
Dante never takes it off on our adventures. Why would he do that?
Maybe he thinks he's not part of our adventures any more?
I need to find him. I need to make this right.
Sorry about the noise, Rids!
Setting up this exhibit needs a surprising amount of jackhammering.
Does anyone else think that sounds like a…
Stampede!
The herd got spooked by Grandma's jackhammer.
We need to keep the pottery from getting pulverised!
Protect the pottery!
Wait, that sounds like Ridley.
I should go make sure she's okay! Though I bet I'd just make things worse.
No. Tail or no tail, my friends need me!
The pottery's about to go to pieces! And so am I!
Not if I can help it!
-Dante! -You came back!
‘Scuse me! Sorry, dudes! Okay, go take cover. It's tail time!
Be one with my tail! Chin up, shoulders back, mummy-smize!
And roar, cha-cha-cha!
And freeze!
He froze and did nothing! That's my move. And it worked!
You did it!
Mummy-mazing!
Happy to help. Even if I can't be part of the team any more.
There's something I need to tell you.
Those training sessions were just for you to tame your tail.
But we only did it because you're our friend.
We wanted to make sure you were part of the team.
Even with my troublemaking tail?
We all have something about ourselves we're working on.
Like, I'm still figuring out how to be a protector of the museum.
I might actually be too big and too tough.
Or I'm too cute and too adorable.
And my legs turn to mush every time I'm too high in the sky!
Point is, these things shouldn't keep us apart.
We're stronger together.
All for one dudette and one dudette for all, right?
That's right. Bring it in, big guy.
Sorry for not telling you the truth, Dante.
We'll all be honest from now on.
It's what good museum protectors and friends do.
That sounds cretaceous.
This one is on loan from my own personal collection.
I was using it to store my clean socks.
Very nice, dear.
I've got the perfect spot at the top of the exhibit.
But I have no idea how to get it up there.
Tail nail!
The pottery exhibit is finished!
Which means you officially earned a stamp for helping me build it!
Passport, please, Miss Ridley Jones.
Couldn't have done it without you.
And I couldn't have done it without my friends. Or their tails.
Thanks Mum!
Hey, Mama! Hi, Mr Peabody!
-Hi, Rids! -Yikes! It's kind of a mess in here.
What in blazes is this thing?
The Golden Hammer of Mambrino.
Careful! It's heavy.
So, why is everything on the floor?
An inventory. We have to check every single artefact in the museum
to make sure nothing is lost or in the wrong place.
Every item, all of it.
From this unnecessarily heavy hammer to the smallest fossil.
I need to know how valuable-- I mean educational-- this museum is.
I explained to Mr Peabody that inventory is a big job to do all in one night.
And I explained, I want the museum accounted for by morning,
or I'll hire someone who can!
It's gonna take me all night just to check off the things I can find.
Wait, there are things you can't find?
This meteorite from the space wing and this old bicycle.
Also, something Grandma and I have never been able to find.
The baseball that was hit for the first-ever home run.
Finding all of these by morning is going to be almost impossible.
Not if I help.
Don't forget about us!
Yes! Great timing, team. We have an epic Eyes of the Museum mission tonight.
Operation "Help Mum find the stuff on her really long list".
-Yeah! -Let's do this!
Okay, but where do we start?
How about with the princess's crown?
It's "queen" and hooves off the most royal of bling!
Why don't we look for the missing stuff, then you can focus on everything else.
Ridley, great idea.
Okay, over the years,
the protectors of the museum made notes about the artefacts.
These show where the bicycle, meteorite and baseball were
before they disappeared.
Thanks for your help. We'll protect the museum together.
-Juras-sick! -Bisonic choice!
I think we should use the buddy system to find this stuff.
Dante, go with Peaches…
-Juras-sick! -Hot dog!
-Dudley, you're with me. -I'm your wingman!
That leaves team Fred and Ismat.
-I'll lead! -Follow me!
Fred? As someone who was literally born to be a leader,
I should hold the map.
Sorry to break it to you, princess,
but as the roughest, toughest, and bravest bison in the herd,
-I should have it. -It's the buddy system, remember?
So, buddy up on the map, too!
All right, Eyes of the Museum team, let's move out!
Make way for the bison!
You mean "queen"?
According to the map, the baseball's up somewhere high.
And what's one of the highest places in the rotunda?
Well, hello there!
Hi, Mrs S! Have you seen a baseball around here lately?
Her royalness thinks it might be up here. I'm sure it isn't, but mind if we look?
Be my guest!
But I should warn you,
my tail is very, very…
-My wraps! -My horns!
…ticklish!
Strike out on the baseball being up here!
Now hand over that map, I have a better idea.
The spaceship? I dunno.
Wouldn't Peaches know if there was a baseball on her roof?
Maybe it's inside the ship.
-Does this open the trunk? -Don't touch that!
That's the liftoff button! Turn it off!
Four, three, two,
one, liftoff-- Never mind.
Told you not to touch that!
It was worth a try!
Not a try that launches us into space!
Hey, I heard a noise!
And a blast. And some yelling.
Everything okay?
The buddy system isn't working, because we're not buddies.
On that, we agree! Can we just work alone?
Alone? Why?
Just look at us I think you'll see
We're opposite As two friends could be
I like to roam through grassy plains
While I like desert-y, dry terrains
I'm so refined
I'm tough and strong
But we're too different to get along
The strangest pair you've ever seen
She's a princess
I'm a queen!
My pharaoh friends have been interred
I'd rather run with my favourite herd!
We can't duet
Need our own song
We're way too different to get along
There's no debate
We're just not meant to collaborate
I'm always right
I'm never wrong
We're way too different to get along
We'll never get along
You two are different.
The most different friends I've ever met, actually.
Doesn't mean you can't work together to find the baseball.
I've got to catch up with Dudley, but please try. For Mum and me?
-Okay. -If it's for you and your mum.
Hey, wait a mummy.
The point on my pyramid is usually facing up.
-You've been holding the map upside down! -No, you have!
-The baseball isn't up above… -It's down below!
According to the map, there's a hidden door in the trunk.
-Right… -Here!
Bisonic!
Mum-mazing! I can't believe this was in the lost-and-found the whole time!
Gimme some feathers, Dudley.
Right back at ya! You're the best buddy a dodo could ask for.
One down, two to go.
We can do this.
That's a lot of hallways,
and I can't tell which one leads to the baseball.
But if I had to guess…
Time to follow my bison sense! It's never wrong.
-Let's go… -This way!
The map!
You ripped it!
Nice job, princess!
Way to go, buffalo!
I'm a bison. There's a difference. And labels matter.
This isn't working!
We gave the buddy system a shot, but it's time for me to hoof it solo.
Well, same here!
I'm a mummy leader, not a mummy follower.
Gotta be careful.
If these halls are like the ones in my pyramids, they're full of booby traps.
Booby trap! Or just really strong AC.
Either way--
Can't believe I'm gonna say this,
but I could use a tough, stampeding bison right about now!
I can't see a foot in front of my fuzz.
I wish Ismat were here with her glowing beetle night-light.
What'd you see? Spiders? Zombies? Spider zombies?
Worse! A dead end!
Here. You take the map. And the lead. For good.
Seriously?
Yeah. We're getting nowhere like this.
Who knows hallways better than a queen?
My exhibit does have 50 of them. Thanks, Fred. Let's find that baseball.
Okay, this says the ball was last seen in the storage room, here!
Empty.
And the only thing in here is that lever. Oops!
The baseball!
Grab it!
Someone order a radical old-timey bike?
It was in the Amazon River exhibit.
Go figure! Dino-monkey buddy bump!
Amazing job, team!
But we're still missing the baseball.
And two buddies.
I wonder where Fred and Ismat are?
The rubbish chute? Really?
Being stuck in the trash is the perfect end to our mission together.
This couldn't get any worse.
Looks like things can get worse!
So don't even think of trying to give me a comforting hug right now.
Same! I don't need reassurance from a brave friend.
Do you all hear that?
The treehouse has a secret trap door?
That is so cool!
Might as well tell you, I've always admired your bisonic dance moves!
And I know that you're actually a queen!
That's Ismat and Fred!
Are you sure?
It's them. Sounds like they need help!
The panic in their voices?
Or that they're being nice to each other? Either way, we should save them.
I think our stampede ends here.
I'm glad I shared it with you.
It's been a royal honour to be your friend.
Ridley?
-We weren't hugging! -Um, okay?
You can jam that board between the walls
and climb out the rubbish chute, but only if you work together.
Up you go, my queen.
-And take this for safekeeping. -Thanks, Fred.
-Fred! -We'll get you out of there!
Okay, everybody, link arms! And feathers.
I can't reach you, Fred!
Ismat!
Unless… Grab my crown!
But what about "keep your hooves off the bling"?
As your queen, and your friend, I command you to grab it!
Now pull!
-Epic save! -Close call!
We did it!
You found the meteorite and the bicycle.
But where's the baseball?
You mean this baseball?
Well, I'll be a space monkey's uncle.
That means--
The museum inventory is complete.
Well, I guess it is all here.
Now I'll know if anything goes missing. Yes I will! Nothing gets past me.
I meant to do that.
I didn't mean to do that.
Thank you, Eyes. I never would've found everything without your help.
Passport, please, Miss Ridley Jones.
You've earned an inventory stamp!
Thanks, Mum! That was a close one.
Sorry, Ridley.
Even though we were buddied up, I kept trying to do it all myself.
Me, too.
Turns out, when we actually work together, we make a good team.
Told you! The two of you together is a home run.
-Sure thing! -Of course!
Ismat, you know all that mushy stuff I said in the rubbish chute?
It's okay. I know you didn't mean any of it.
That's the thing, I kinda did.
Really? I meant what I said, too.
Being an odd couple has its perks.
I can't believe you let me touch your crown!
Hey, that was a one-time-only event!
Hooves off the bling!
Subtitle translation by: Adam Dean