01x22 - The Pawloined Paper

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What's the story, Wishbone?What's

this you're dreaming of?Such a

big imagination on

such a little pup?

What's the story, Wishbone?Do you

think it's worth a look?It

kind of seems familiar, like a

story from a book.

Shake a leg now, Wishbone Let's

wag another tail

Sniffing on adventure With

Wishbone on the trail Come on,

Wishbone

What's the story, Wishbone?

What's the story, Wishbone?

What's the story, Wishbone?

Joe?

Come on, Joe. It doesn't take 10 minutes

to brush your teeth. Coming down.

Why don't we look nice?You weren't

wearing that at breakfast. Yeah, well,

I like this better. Oh. I wear the

same outfit every day and still look

terrific. Are you trying to impress

someone?Come on, we'll be

late. What about the homework?Oh, did you

remember your homework?Yes. How about my

food bowl?And I filled Wishbone's

food and water bowls. Great. Then

you're cleared for takeoff. See you

later, boy. Bye, Wishbone. So long,

everybody.

Goodbye. It is so hectic

getting the family off in the morning.

Maybe I'll chew on the old rubber

newspaper for a while. Let's

see. Where did I hide that thing?I know

it's around here somewhere.

Maybe I put it in the chair. Let's

see. Ellen

makes such a mess with these papers.

Didn't put it in the chair. Where is that

thing?Maybe behind these books.

Oh, here's a collection of Edgar Allan

Poe's writings. He wrote a great story

about a search for a lost object. Maybe I

can pick up some tips.

HmmOh. No. No

Uh, this story is titled The Purloined

Letter, or in everyday canine speak,

The Stolen Letter. American author Poe

wrote it, and it was published in 1845.

The setting is Paris, France, in the

mid-1830s. Poe's detective, C.

Auguste Dupin, was solving crimes with

logical thinking nearly 50 years before

Sherlock Holmes arrived in libraries.

Dupin had made a name for himself by

solving the murders of the Rue Morgue,

and the chief of Paris police now sought

Dupin's help in solving a perplexing

case. Dupin, the chief inspector is

here to see you.

Ah, bon soir, Chief Inspector.

To what do we owe the unexpected pleasure

of your company?Monsieur

Dupin, I've come to seek your advice

about a case which seems

excessively odd. Odd?

It's...

It's just that the affair is so simple,

yet it baffles us all together.

It's also a matter of extreme

delicacy. Requiring the

utmost secrecy. Hmm

Continue. It

seems the queen recently received a

letter which she did not want the king to

know about.

Your Majesty, if I could have a moment.

Yes, Chancellor, please come in.

Good afternoon, my dear. Hello, darling.

Your Highness. Chancellor.

What have you for me?Affairs of

state, for your consideration,

Majesty. Oh, just the thing I need to

be... The Chancellor noticed the

flustered condition of the queen and

recognized the handwriting and seal on

the letter resting next to her. And other

correspondence.

While the king was occupied, the

chancellor craftily stole her letter

before her very eyes. She could hardly

say anything for fear of calling the

letter's contents to the king'sattention.

I needn't tell you how important this

case is to me. A scandal of disproportion

could be devastating. I presume that the

Chancellor is blackmailing the Queen for

his personal and political gain.

Precisely. The letter must be

recovered before its existence is known.

The Queen has engaged me and my secret

police to recover it. For months, we've

been conducting secret searches of the

Chancellor's home whenever he's away,

each time returning everything to its

proper place. This is a

floor plan of the Chancellor's

apartments. Our search has been quite

thorough. As you can see, we

divided the Chancellor's apartments into

square sectors, then systematically

searched each one with a fine-toothed

comb. The English had fallen back over

a hill, and the French thought they had

retreated. Then the French cavalry

attacked. So Wellington formed his

infantry into squares, forcing Napoleon's

cavalry to divide their thrust and lose

that part of the battle. Oh, I get it.

Here, you can keep that. Thanks.

Uh, Miss Malloy, there's a list of

supplies on the back of it. Do you need

this?Oh, no, that's old. I hate to waste

paper, so I always try to use both sides.

What'd she give you?Look, what do you

mean?Paper in your hand?No, it's

just a list of supplies. Oh, I mean, a

water leak that'll sketch.

Okay, everyone. Okay. Now we're going to

continue our study of Napoleon at

Waterloo. So I want you to take a few

minutes to review pages 38 through 42. Ah

Glad you could join us, Curtis. That's

another t*rd. Better late than

never.

Hey. Talbot.

Where's the Talbot?

Around one o'clock, Napoleon realized

that the distant troops weren't French.

They were Prussians coming to

Wellington's aid. The Prussians were

commanded by... Gretchen Malloy.

Excellent. Beautiful.

Awesome. Cool.

Reinforcements to protect his right flat

from the Prussians. At

the back of his...

Finally, around 7 p.m., Napoleon took his

best shot, sending his personal imperial

guard on a diagonal attack against the

center of

the... Once I get my hands in that

paper... I'll make you

famous, Tobin. And on

June 18, 1815, Napoleon went

down in final defeat.

Nope. Nope. No.

NoUh-uh. Oh, bill

for dog food. Nope. That's not it.

Um, no. Not here either. I've

Everywhere in this room, just as the

chief inspector did when he searched the

Chancellor's apartment.

It seems hopeless, Dupas. Hmm

Tell me more about your searches at the

Chancellor's apartment. They've gone on

for months. We've clothed his

furniture and bud clothes with long

needles, lifted the

floorboards, inspected every

page of every book. including the

binding, and inspected

furniture joints under magnification, in

case he hollowed out a chair leg or

bedpost. We've even measured

desk drawers for hidden compartments.

Never has an inspection been so thorough.

And you've found?Nothing.

Perhaps the chancellor carries the letter

on his person. Out of the question.

He's been waylaid twice by my men, posing

as thieves. I've watched from a distance

as he was rigorously searched. He does

not carry the letter with him.

Then where could it be?

A good question. Hmm

Before you leave, Chief Inspector, I

would like a description of the letter

inside and out. The Chancellor no

doubt keeps it close by. Perhaps you

might search his home again.

The letter must be there.

Somewhere.

Paper's probably still somewhere around

Miss Malloy's desk. I gotta find it.

Detention?Come on, Miss Malloy, I

didn't take anything. I was just looking

for some study notes I left. Oh, in my

desk drawers.

Come on, come onWhere could it be?

Well, howdy, son. Hi. Just

copying an assignment here. Trying

for some extra credit. Uh-huh

The trash. Why didn't I think about it

before?

It's gotta be in here somewhere.

Oh. Hi. Hi,

Joe. Is there something wrong?Oh, no, no,

nothing's wrong. I just lost my

homework. Oh, there seems to be an

epidemic of that going around. Really?

Well, at least you didn't tell me your

dog ate it.

Real cool, Joe. Hmm

I have torn this room apart and still no

toy. Where could it be?

Whoa! Hey, that was... Oh!

Here it is. It was right under my nose.

Right under my nose. Hide from me, will

you?Well, come on. Take that, you.

Joe, you're home. You're safe. Let's

eat. Wishbone, what were you

doing all day?Actually, nothing.

Oh, man. Now I'm going to have to clean

everything up before Mom gets home.

So I looked all over Miss Malloy's room,

and I still couldn't find the paper. What

am I doing talking to a dog?

Actually, a dog's acute sense of hearing

is only surpassed by his skills as a

listener. Maybe Curtis does have

the paper. Hmm, maybe.

Who's Curtis?

Joe should be home from school anytime

now. I wonder if he found the paw-loined

paper he lost yesterday. He could learn a

thing or two from the way Auguste Dupin

found his missing letter.

Dupin, I'm at my wit's end.

I take it you haven't located the

purloined letter yet, Chief Inspector?No.

And the Queen has offered so generous a

reward for its return that I'd pay



person who could produce it. 50,000

francs, you say?Then write the check, my

friend. To whom?Why,

to me, of course. Excuse me.

I believe, Chief Inspector, that

you've been looking for this.

This is the Queen's letter.

This is the Queen's letter.

Excuse me. I have business in the royal

quarters.

Dupin, you recovered the Queen's

purloined letter, but... But

how?Through

simple use of logic. While searching the

Chancellor's home, the police reasoned

all men would choose an out-of-the-way

hole or secret hiding place, as a

dog would hide a bone. But the Chancellor

is also a poet, and therefore a creative

thinker. Precisely.

So he left the letter where no one would

look for it, out in the open, right

under their noses.

I tested the theory on the pretense of a

social visit to the Chancellor. Monsieur

Dupin. What a pleasant

surprise. May I take your

hat?Ah, thank you. Please, be seated.

Would you care for some tea?Yes, thank

you. I'm pleased you decided to call

Dupin. I've been so starved for

intellectual conversation. The level of

dialogue in the court these days has. I

scanned the room and quickly noticed a

cheap card rack holding a soiled,

crumpled letter stuffed in the top slot.

Its edges were dog-eared,

and the letter was torn nearly through.

Sugar. Yes, please. And I

simply must know how you divine a

solution. It was addressed to the

chancellor in a small handwriting and

bore his large black seal very

conspicuously. I knew it immediately to

be the letter we sought. It had merely

been turned inside out, carefully

disguised, and left out in full view. The

perfect fool who solved this crime for

him. Hmm

The test is tomorrow, and I want to be

ready. Now, where's that sketch of

Waterloo Miss Milloy gave you?I don't

know. It's around here somewhere. I had

this problem myself just yesterday.

Okay. Now, where did you see it last?

Wishbone sneaks in, makes the deal. Takes

time to the inside and hands off the

joke. He moves to the open! He's in the

clear! I'm open! I'm open! Hello?

HelloHey, Talbot. Found your

paper yet?Didn't think so.

I'm surprised you're at home. Want to

know where I am?No, not really.

I'm right around the corner from Miss

Malloy's room. As soon as I get out of

detention, she heads home. I'm

going to find your sissy little

crossword. School might have

a new wallpaper tomorrow morning to get

my drift. Snooze you lose,

Talbot. See you tomorrow,

chump.

Doesn't have it yet.

Maybe that's it. Huh, we should work.

Right behind you, pal! Uh, Joe, wait!

Waterloo map!

We've come to seek out new classrooms, to

boldly go where no dog has gone before.

OK, Wishbone, do your thing. You

got it, Mister.

On a secret mission, here's Commando

Dog creating a diversion behind enemy

lines. There's the target.

Attack!

Direct hit! What the?Hey, you're not

supposed to be in here. Come

on. Somebody stop.

Help! Mad janitor on the loose. Somebody

stop that rascal. Come here, dog.

Come here, dog.

Somewhere out in the open, under our

noses.

Going in and up. Hey, you're not getting

away from me, little feller.

Tired of chasing you, like...

Might look different. Loose stuff! Loose

stuff! Hey, somebody help me get

this. Where'd he go?Hey,

Sally, down here.

I'm going to tell you again.

Wild dog. Rabbit dog. Come here,

dog. Cheerleader. Rolling to the left.

Rolling to the right. Wishbone. Wishbone.

Fight, fight, fight. Go, wishbone. Wild

dog.

That looks different.

Attaboy, now you're getting into the

spirit! Excuse me, fellas.

Miss Malloy uses both sides of the paper.

So much for being logical.

Hi. I was wondering if you wouldn't mind

helping out a cute little dog who's about

to be in a lot of trouble in about 10

seconds. Come on, Wistbone. Oh, thank

you. I really appreciate this. Yellow

whippersnapper, get back over here!

I've got to get you.

Ah, mission accomplished for Commando

Dog. Thanks for the lift. Now, on to

the rendezvous point.

Commando dog reporting, sir. Enemy in

total disarray.

Hey, Talbot. Guess what?

Too late. I've got it.

Where?Right here.

Would you be talking about this?

Ah, man. You got lucky this time.

But tell me, how'd you find

it?Dupin. How did you get the letter

out of the Chancellor's home?He'd have

had me k*lled if I'd run out with it.

Therefore, I devised a plan to remove the

letter without the Chancellor's knowing

it was gone. I memorized the letter's

appearance and location and returned

the next day, saying I'd forgotten some

personal item the day before. It's good

to see you again so soon, Dupin. I would

like to resume our conversation about.

What's that?Some rabble in the street, no

doubt.

Why there's some lunatic down there?He's

waving a p*stol around.

I paid a man to cause a disturbance in

the street. While the Chancellor watched

the chaos below, I quickly snatched the

Queen's letter. Oh, will no one stop him?

Then I replaced it with one I'd made to

look exactly like it. At least on the

outside, that is. Congratulations, Dupa.

Amazing use of logic.

But you know, the next time I'll be the

one to solve the puzzle and

claim the reward. We'll see,

Claude. We'll see. But for now, the quiz

is safe from any further blackmail and in

a position to make the Chancellor pay.

Dearly.

I looked everywhere for that note, and

all I got was a week of detention. You

just have to know what you're looking

for. Like what?Sometimes the

hardest things to find are right under

your nose. So?

So I looked for the paper in an obvious

place, out in the open. I

was about to give up when I noticed a

crease in the extra credit sheet. That

meant it was folded at one time. Then I

remembered that Miss Malloy said she

writes on both sides of her paper.

So I knew it had probably been used for

something else. And as Inspector Dupin

would say, voila, the doodles were

discovered. Lloyd's going to nail you for

taking that off the bulletin board. I

traced the duplicate and put it in this

one's place. Excellent use of deductive

reasoning, Joe. Pretty fast thinking,

Talbot. But better watch your

back next time.

You better watch your back, buster.

Joe, shouldn't you be at home studying

for tomorrow's Napoleon quiz?We've got my

Waterloo skets right here. Well, that's a

good start. And after watching your dog

in action, I think you should let him

help you study. Thank you. I did pass

obedience school with flying colors. Oh,

and by the way, Joe, I'm glad you think

I'm cool, but excellent is spelled with

two L's. Have you got a second?Help

me get this out to my car. Sure. Here,

let me take that.

There you are, you little troublemaker.

Whoops! That's my cue. Excuse me, I am

out of here! Come here, come

here, you. Get back over here. Come

here. It's good art on the back.

Come on, keep up with the rest of the

class. Come here, you.

Come here, Doc.

Come here. Thank you, Oakdale! Good night!

Edgar Allan Poe's mystery, The Purloined

Letter, is a great story to read and a

great story to watch. To make our version

of The Purloined Letter, our writer had

to 1st tell the story with words in a

script. Then we used the script to tell

the story visually on film.

The person who makes this a story you can

see is the director. We want to tell a

story with words, but we also need to

tell that story with pictures. And the

director's job is to take that story

and translate it into a

series of pictures. To complete this job,

the director has to decide where to place

the camera and the actors in each scene.

The director takes the script and breaks

each scene down into a series of shots,

and then he plans out how to get

each one of those shots with the camera.

Our director turned an exciting story on

paper into an exciting story on screen.

Check out mystery stories like the

Purloid Letter at your local library.