01x10 - Phantom of the Mooery

[bunniefuu]

-I love hanging out together.

-This is quality friend time.

What are you watching?

-Oh,
"The Great Alien Bake Off."

-Come on.
That show is so fake.

Aliens don't exist.

Even if they did, they wouldn't
be baking cupcakes.

-How can I be best friends
with someone

who doesn't believe in aliens,
ghosts, or bigfoots?

Or is it bigfeets?

-Presley, give me

the credit card Dad left you
so I can order lunch.

-Uh, Mom and Dad made me your
babysitter for the weekend,

so you don't get
that credit card.

Besides, there's plenty of
burnt popcorn in the microwave

from when I made breakfast.

-Come on.
I don't need a babysitter.

I built a home security system.

-What is he talking about?

-Fisher says he has nets
all over the house.

-I do.

I can drop a net
from any ceiling at any time

with laser precision.

-Ooh, don't drop a net on me.

[remote chimes]
[screams]

Wow, those nets are
actually real.

-You meant for that to land
on her, didn't you?

-You don't know that.

-Coming in with froyo.

-Where did you get that?

-FroYo Yo-Yo.

-You can't go to FroYo Yo-Yo.

-Yeah, that's the new store
competing with the MicroMooery.

-The MicroMooery which we love

and is owned
by our friend Spenders.

-But in every froyo,
there's a yo-yo.

Hey, Fisher.

You want the rest of this?
It's got a yo-yo.

-Yo-yos are for babies.

But I guess
I could take it upstairs

and throw it away for you.

Whoo-hoo!
I got a yo-yo!

-If Spenders found out

that you were supporting
the competition,

he'd be devastated.

-Relax.
How would he even know?

[notification chimes]

-Oh, it's Spenders.

-He knows!

-Munchy, it's not a call,
it's a KidDING.

Spenders wants to hire us.

-Let's call him
and see what the job is.

-Oh.

We could ask him here
where we have no milkshakes...

or we could ask him here
where we do have milkshakes.

-Ask who?
What are you talking about?

-Remember earlier
in the basement?

I said we could ask
Spenders here

where we have no milkshakes
and then trailed off?

-I don't remember.
You trail off a lot.

-Anyone else see a creepy
painting floating toward us?

-Hey, guys,
look what I found upstairs.

-Oh, good.
Someone painted a nightmare.

-That's my
great-great-grandfather.

-A fun nightmare

about non-terrifying
grandfathers.

-[whispers]
Nice save.

-This is
Colonel Orville Moostache.

He built this place
years ago.

-I know about this guy.

He used to live
above the Mooery.

-Yep.

That's where me and my folks
live now.

-They say one night,
he went out to milk a cow

and mysteriously vanished.

And on cold nights,

you can still hear the rattling
of his milk pail.

-Ooh, this place has a ghost?

Ghosts rattle things.

-So do babies.

What did you KidDING us for?

-I want to hire you to get
to the bottom of a mystery.

-You want us to be detectives?
That's perfect!

I can look for clues using
my new multi-tool phone case.

Check out
this magnifying glass.

-So what's the mystery,
Spenders?

-It's weird.

So I get up early
to milk Cash the cow.

But for the past few days
when I've gone down there,

Cash has already been milked.

-[gasps]
You're being night-milked!

-Yes!

And whoever's doing it
just leaves the milk out

and it spoils.

I only have enough reserves
for a few more days.

-So you won't be able to make
ice cream, whipped cream,

or my surprising favorite,
sour cream?

-That's right.

And I agree.
That's surprising.

We're already losing business
to FroYo Yo-Yo

and if we run out of milk,
I don't know what we'll do.

-Who would do something
as despicable as night-milking?

-Hello, Spenders.
[cow moos]

-Oh, hello, Buckles.
How can I help you?

-Well, my store, FroYo Yo-Yo
is so full of customers

that I decided to come here
for some quiet.

-Oh, well,
thanks for stopping by.

And never come back.

-FroYo Yo-Yo is
right across the street

in case anyone likes froyo.

Or yo-yos.

-No one wants your froyo
or yo-yos.

-I do.

-You're dead to me, Heather.

-Well,
thanks for the customer.

Also, that painting's gonna
give people nightmares.

-Don't worry, Spenders.

I'm sure she meant
the fun kind of nightmares.

-Buckles is
really stressing me out.

I'm having a hard time sleeping

because she's trying
to drive me out of business.

-No one is going out
of business

because we're going
to catch the night-milker.

-She's right, Spenders.

We're gonna stay here all night
if we have to.

Isn't that right, Munchy?

-That's Detective Munchy.

And as soon as I get
my detective hat,

I'm on the case.

-You guys are in charge,
right?

-Oh, for sure.
-Oh, yeah.

-♪ I got, you got me,
we got this ♪

♪ I like the odds
when we're side-by-side ♪

♪ I like the sound of that ♪

♪ Oh, we're taking off,
gonna do this right ♪

♪ I like the sound of that ♪

♪ And when things go up
in flames, we're on it ♪

♪ 'Cause I got you,
got me, we got this ♪

-All right.

I got everything I need
to catch

whoever is milking the cow
in the middle of the night.

-How are you gonna catch
the Night Milker

with Wrappy Roll?

-I am going to cover
the front door

so when she tries to use it,

Buckles gets a face full
of plastic.

-Wait, why would you think

that the Night Milker
is Buckles?

-It is so obvious.

She's trying to drive
the Mooery out of business

by leaving all the milk out
to spoil.

-Sounds like you solved
the case.

Of how to be so wrong!

Clearly the Night Milker
is the ghost

of Spender's spooky
great-great-grandfather

who's haunting the Mooery
with his rattling milk pail.

-That is ridiculous.

-Ridiculous like a fox!

Think about it.

None of this happened
before Spenders brought

that cursed portrait
into the Mooery.

-Well, it also never happened
before Buckles' froyo shop

moved in across the street.

-Oh, I get it.

You think Buckles is the ghost.

-Did someone say
Detective Munchy?

-No.

-Could someone?

together:
Detective Munchy.

-See?
That's fun!

-Guys,
the Mooery is in trouble.

We have to solve this case
to help Spenders.

-You're right.
Let's get down to business.

Everyone's a suspect.

You, you, and definitely me.

I know I'm hiding something.

Tell me what you know!

-What are you guys up to?

We're spending the night
at the Mooery.

-Great.
I'll have the place to myself.

-Yeah, not exactly.

I've promised Mom and Dad
I would watch you,

but since I can't be here
tonight,

I got someone else to babysit.

-Hello, baby.
I'm your sitter.

-Oh, no.

-Oh, yes.

-I'm in charge of you like
I'm in charge of the crosswalk!

You need to stop
your complaining,

slow your attitude,

and stop thinking
about escaping.

-You can't leave me here
with Jaget.

I absolutely refuse--

-They go bye-bye, baby.

-Look, I've installed

a state-of-the-art
security system

so I don't need a babysitter.

-Prove it.

[remote chimes]

-Nothing but net.

-You can't leave me like this!

Bad baby.

[upbeat music]

-Aha!

You have the keys
to the Mooery,

so obviously
you are the Night Milker!

-Spenders gave me the keys
so we can open the door

and stake out the place.

-Oh, thank goodness.

I thought I'd figured out
the mystery already

and I rented this hat
for two days.

-Spenders!

Oh, sorry.
Habit.

-I'm gonna start setting up

my real trap
to catch a real person.

-Well, I'll be over here
setting up my ghost trap.

I know you're coming.

-And I know this phone case is
the best $ . I ever spent.

Hmm.
-It's chocolate milk.

-Or is it?

[swishing]

[gulps]

It is.

-Turns out chocolate milk was

Colonel Moostache's
favorite drink

so I'm using it as bait.

-Oh, is that why you're
setting up the wind chimes?

-Yes.

[chimes jangling]

When that thirsty ghost comes
for the chocolate milk,

he'll trigger this chime
and that's when I use...

this.

-A sack?
-It's not a sack.

It's a ghost sack.

-While you're setting up,

I'll be dusting for prints
to find the k*ller.

-No one's dead.

-Yet.

Hmm.

Aha!

Another mystery.
How did that sign fall?

-Munchy, you just did that.

-Was it me or was it gravity?

-Guys, it is up to us now

to save our favorite place
in the world.

-Yeah, if this place goes
out of business,

where are we gonna hang out?

-And what's gonna happen
to Cash?

The streets of Altoonisburg
are no place for a cow.

-We're not gonna let
that happen.

The three of us and my
phone case are on the case.

-I'm gonna set up my trap
to catch the Night Milker.

-I guess the only thing left
to do is wait.

-Yeah.

-Ugh, I am so bored!

-Want to eat some cheese?
-Yes.

♪ ♪

-Thank you, science,
for helping me make

the perfect tomato soup.

-Ha!
No net can hold me.

-It's been two hours.

-Ha!

No net can hold me
for more than two hours.

Ooh, what's that?
Soup?

Now, since I'm babysitting you,
what do you wanna do?

Watch me do karate or listen
to me talk about karate?

Either way, we got all night.

-Shouldn't you be guarding
a crosswalk?

-I would,
but I can't see at night.

It's one of the many reasons
I wish I was half-bat.

-Hmm.

These goggles are part
of my home security system.

If I adapt them so you can see
at night, would you leave?

-A chance to monitor
the crosswalk / ?

Get to work, Science Baby.

♪ ♪

-I never thought
I'd say this, but...

I think we ate
too much free cheese.

-Well, I, for one,

am proud of what
we accomplished as a group.

-A napkin?

How many tools does
that thing have?

-I don't know.

Let me add it up
on my calculator.

[creaking footsteps]

Did you guys hear that?
-That sounded like a footstep.

[all gasping]
[milk pail rattling]

-It's a rattling milk pail!

-It's coming from inside
the cow pen!

[cow moos]
-How did Buckles get in there?

-It's not Buckles.

It's the ghost
of Colonel Moostache!

He's on the hunt
for chocolate milk and souls!

-But I'm still using my soul!

-Everyone calm down.

[painting clatters]

[all screaming]
[cow moos]

-Everybody panic!

[screaming and jangling]

-[screams]

-I don't hear anything.

Someone should go check.

-Sounds like a job
for Detective Munchy.

This hat has given me
nerves of steel!

-I'm gonna miss him.

-Wait, what happened
to the chocolate milk?

The glass is empty.

-That's what
you're focused on?

-Just as I suspected!

We've been night-milked!
[both gasp]

Just to clarify--

we haven't been night-milked,
the cow has,

but it's still bad!

[upbeat music]

-So let's review.

The Night Milker is
still on the loose.

But don't worry.

Detective Munchy has
narrowed it down.

It's either somebody
on this board

or not.

-That's all you've got?

The Mooery is gonna go
out of business

if we don't cr*ck this case.

-I'm gonna call Spenders.

-Why is Vin Diesel a suspect?

-Think about it.

Milk, cows, farms,
tractors, cars,

Vin Diesel.

I'm gonna wipe that
stupid smirk off your face.

-All right, guys.
I got Spenders.

Hey, Spenders.

-Hey, guys.
What happened here last night?

The Night Milker struck again
and ate a lot of cheese.

-What a jerk.

-[yawns]
Sorry about the yawn.

With everything
that's been happening,

I haven't slept well in days.

Buckles has been
sending me videos

about driving me
out of business.

Here, watch.

-Hey, Spenders.
I brought you a gift.

It's a job application
to work at FroYo Yo-Yo

after we drive the Mooery
out of business!

[chuckles]

Yeah, we're looking
for a new trash guy, yeah.

Not someone
who takes out the trash,

but someone who sits
next to the trash

and says,
"Hey, I'm a trash guy."

You'd be perfect for it.

I'll leave it right here
where no one can find it:

right in front of your door.

-Oof.
That was brutal.

But I am gonna follow her now.

-See?
That's why I can't sleep.

I'm gonna go upstairs
and try to take a nap.

-Don't worry.

We're gonna come back tonight
and catch the Night Milker.

-I don't know, guys.

I only have a day's worth
of milk left.

You may be in over your head.

-But tonight,
we have a secret w*apon.

-Oh, I didn't know
you had a secret w*apon.

That changes everything.

I'll give you another chance.
See ya!

[cow moos]

-What's our secret w*apon?

-Oh, no idea.

It just feels good
when he believes in us.

-So now we have to come up
with a secret w*apon

and catch the Night Milker.

-You mean the ghost
of Colonel Moostache.

-No, because ghosts
don't exist.

-Then who drank
the chocolate milk

I set out as ghost bait?

-Probably Buckles.

This might surprise you,

but humans like
chocolate milk, too.

-If you're so sure
it's not a ghost,

then why did you scream,
"Everyone panic!"

when the colonel's picture fell
last night?

-I am like a deer.
I'm easily startled.

-Yes!
-[screams]

See?
Like a dear.

-What was that?

-Oh,
Jaget's still babysitting.

-Should we check on Fisher?

-My eyes!

-I'm more worried about Jaget.

-[screams]

I'm the most powerful man
alive!

-Why are you shouting?

-When I lose one of my senses,
the others become heightened!

-Shouting is not a sense!

-I got senses
you can't even understand!

-What is going on?
-Why is everyone shouting?

-I don't know,
but I'm into it!

-Jaget's wearing the goggles
I created

for my home security system.

It allows him to see
heat signatures

and be a crossing guard
at night...

far away from me.

You're just in time
to watch me demonstrate.

Okay, Jaget.

One of these waffles is toasted
and one is frozen.

See if you can tell
the difference.

This is what Jaget's seeing.

-I'll take this one.

-No, it's not working.
He chose the frozen one.

-No, the goggles work.
I just love frozen waffles.

They cool down my hot mouth.

-This is perfect.

Those goggles combined
with Fisher's nets

could be our secret w*apon.

-Technically,
that's two secret weapons.

-Just go with me on this.

Jaget, we need your help
tonight at the Mooery.

-Not interested.

-You'll be fighting a ghost.

-Next time, lead with that.
I'm in.

♪ ♪

-Testing, one-two.
Can you hear me?

-Yep.
I'm standing right next to you.

-I mean through the earpiece.

-Oh.
Then still yes.

-Why do you still have
your ghost sack?

The plan is to trap
the Night Milker

in one of Fisher's nets.

-Yeah,
and when the ghost starts

floating through the net,

I'll be ready with my sack.

-What is that sound
I'm hearing?

Munchy, is that you?

-Does it sound like someone

grating cheese
into their mouth?

If so, then yes.

-Uh, you might want to take it
easy on the cheese.

Spenders is right upstairs.

-Worth. The. Risk.

-Jaget, make sure Fisher can
see the feed from your goggles.

-Who's Jaget?

-Make sure Fisher can see
the feed from your goggles,

Night Jaget.

-Night Jaget to Science Baby.

Are you reading my visuals,
Science Baby?

-I'm not a science baby.
I'm a science young man.

And yes, I'm seeing everything
you see.

Lex, even your heat signature
is radiant.

-Let's just focus on the job,
Fisher.

The Night Milker could be here
any minute.

-Or any second.

-He could be here now!

-I think you would know
if they were here right now.

-You're right.

But what about now?

-Still no.
-I see.

But what about now?

♪ ♪

What about now?

-Jaget, it hasn't been now
for an hour.

-Just give it up.

The Night Milker is
not gonna show up

'cause you keep saying, "Now."

-Yeah, all right.

[cow moos]

[milk pail rattling]
-[gasps]

It's the Night Milker!

-Now!
Still counts.

-Uh, guys.

You got company.

-It's the Night Milker!

He's behind the wall
with the cow!

-All right, guys.
Everybody knows their job.

If we work together
and we follow the plan--

-Night Jaget!

-That is not the plan!
-Jaget's gone rogue!

Fisher, drop your net!
[remote chimes]

-Why do nets keep falling
on me?

-Guys, the Night Milker is
still in there.

-Lex, it's up to us!
Help me with the ghost sack.

together: Lex and Presley!
[cow mooing]

-I'm gonna miss them.

-We got him!
We got the Night Milker!

-Help us, Munchy!
-I'm on it!

Luckily, my phone case has
a zap stick.

[zap stick zaps]
-[yelps]

-Like I said before,
we got the Night Milker.

Hey, why isn't my finger
going through the ghost?

-Elementary school,
my dear Presley.

This is no ghost.

-So then I was right
all along.

It's Buckles.
-Wrong again.

I've deduced the identity
of the Night Milker,

the one trying to sabotage
Spender's Mooery

is none other than...

Spenders!

Oh, thank goodness.
I was not sure about that.

[remote chimes]
[screaming]

-Sorry,
that net was a butt dial.

♪ ♪

-Munchy, how did you know

that the Night Milker was
Spenders?

-And why don't I remember
doing it?

-That was my first clue.

When you said you were
having trouble sleeping,

the stress of having
FroYo Yo-Yo as competition

has exhausted you to the point
of sleepwalking.

-So he was milking Cash
in his sleep.

-Precisely.

My second clue was when
we video chatted with Spenders.

When you left to take a nap,
you went into the cow pen.

[both gasping]

-Wait, why is that a clue?

-Because it means that

Spenders has a private stairway
that connects the cow pen

directly
to his apartment upstairs.

-It's true.

-Yes.

Wasn't quite sure about
that one, either.

-Wait, hold on.

What about the painting
of Colonel Moostache?

His ghost knocked it
off the wall.

-Ah, but remember when

I knocked that sign
to the ground earlier?

You thought I was clumsy.

But I suspect that Spenders is
terrible at hanging things.

-I am.

I've been battling it
my whole life.

-And you're going to battle it
for the rest of your life.

In the big house.

Take him away, boys!

-He's not going to prison.
-And there are no boys.

-Okay, I'm gonna let you off
with a warning.

-I'm out of the net.

It took me way less time
than two hours.

Now the crosswalks
of the night call me.

Night Jaget!

-Thanks again, guys.

I better put that milk
in the fridge.

Hope there's no more nets.

-Well, I was wrong about
the Night Milker being Buckles.

-And I was wrong about it
being a ghost.

-But Munchy was right.

-Yeah.
Great job, Munch Man.

-Detective Munchy declares
this case closed.

-Hold on.

There's just one thing
I never figured out.

Who drank the chocolate milk
I set out as bait last night?

-I'm sorry,
are you a fake detective?

I said case closed.

Now let's take a cheese wheel
home to celebrate.

-Yeah!

all: Cheese! Cheese! Cheese!
Cheese! Cheese! Cheese! Cheese!

-[evil laughter]

[dramatic music]