- I'm a detective, a private eye.
I've had my share of wiseguys,
dames, and danger...
Okay, more than my share...
All part of this terrible business.
Trust no one.
Look out for numero uno.
A client hires me to discover the truth.
You always recycle after lunch, and that takes a minute or two,
and that's right before fifth period,
so you had your notes.
- No way. - No. She used your phone.
Took a picture while your back was turned.
That's how she made it look like you were cheating off her.
- I mean, no way.
Jonas does the recycling for the whole table.
Maybe it was just a coincidence.
But thanks for trying.
- No, wait. I'll redouble my efforts.
- Stanley, you did a good job, but maybe next time.
Kid Detective Agency, satisfaction guaranteed.
Tell your friends.
Yup, that's me,
Stanley Kid...
You don't know about detectives?
All right, listen up.
Basically, detectives made America great,
men like Philip Marlowe, Sam Spade,
Rex Stout, me,
men of action who always wear hats.
The better the detective, the worse the client.
Clients are people who've hit rock bottom
and started digging.
They need help.
The detective opens the case.
The case will involve a corrupt cop,
sometimes a judge,
and a bad guy...
or three.
Oh, yeah, and usually there's a dame in there somewhere.
But we keep our eyes open.
Everyone has a secret.
Play the cards you hold and live to solve another case.
That's the life of a world-famous private eye.
Famous?
Oh, yeah.
On this island, people who never heard of me try to hire me.
Trouble just brings 'em to my door.
I answer and say, "Trouble? Great.
Come on in."
Don't get me wrong.
I wasn't born like this.
I was a good kid once from a normal family:
Dad, Mom, me, my sister.
Dad used to travel a lot.
He was a musician.
He was killed when a steel strut supporting the main stage
gave way.
Tough break, kid.
Mom does her best, but her health isn't great.
She's in and out of the hospitals.
She's got to rely on me.
I'm the man of the house now,
so I'm stuck with the world-class interfering pest
who happens to be my sister.
- Where are we going?
- We aren't going anywhere.
- Mom said you have to watch me.
- Just go inside. - But what if...
- Nina, you ask too many questions.
Just go inside.
- That's because I'm a detective.
- She's not a detective.
She's delusional.
But my cases don't always start
with trouble finding me.
Sometimes I find it.
Mom, I'm home.
Mom?
[ominous music]
Mom? [phone rings]
Mom?
- You have reached the Kid residence.
- Mom? - Please leave a message.
Beep!
- Stanley, this is Clorissa Hodge.
I think you remember me.
- Do I remember Clorissa Hodge?
Who can forget a social worker who spreads misery
like an infected rat spreads the plague?
Listen, last time Mom went down,
I called 911...
Mom? Mom!
Mom! - Call 911.
- And what thanks did I get?
Clorissa Hodge hauled Nina and me to the children's home
on totally trumped-up charges.
She didn't even read us our rights.
We didn't even get a phone call.
She's the kind who will knife you in the back
and then arrest you for carrying a concealed weapon.
I'm the kind who thinks it's too bad
we don't hang more social workers these days.
Now this...
- Your mom is in the hospital.
Please call me as soon as possible
so I can arrange to come and check in
on you and your sister.
- I don't know if Clorissa Hodge
has a thing against all detectives
or just me.
But this time,
we weren't going down without a fight.
I needed to throw her off our trail.
Miss Hodge, this is Detective Stanley Kid.
My junior associate, Nina, and I
are out of the country on a case for a long time.
Please close your file, because your assistance is not...
I repeat, not... required.
Thank you. That is all.
I had to get to my sister.
That message might've been just to delay me
so she can grab Nina first.
I put nothing past Clorissa Hodge.
[panting]
- Where is Mom?
She was supposed to drive me home.
- She's in the hospital.
Let's go.
I didn't want to worry Nina about Miss Hodge.
Fortunately she had other things on her mind.
- Why can't we go visit Mom?
We could ride our bikes.
- Because it might be full of childhood diseases,
contagious childhood diseases.
- But we have all our vaccinations,
and we don't bathe that often,
so we have very strong immune systems.
Plus, she's gonna be worried about us.
- She's the one who made the plan:
get Addison to stay with us, and I take care of you.
- Great plan.
- I guess I have to call Addison.
- I hate Addison.
- No answer.
- Try Max.
- Who?
- You know, that goofy guy that hangs out with her all the time.
- Just go inside.
Maybe I couldn't see the flames,
but I smelled smoke.
In this business, smart men don't fear the hardheads,
the half-wits, the snakes, or the seriously insane.
Smart men fear the fire and...
My cousin Addison.
- This better be good.
- This would be easier if answered your phone.
- My phone was stolen. What do you want, Stanley?
- I think Mom got sick again.
- I'm sorry. What do you want from me?
- Can you call the hospital?
I'll do anything you say.
- You'll find my phone?
- I'm a detective. I'll get it back.
- All right, I'll go inside.
- Thanks, Addison.
- I see.
And has she been admitted?
Okay, and Dr. Kurr isn't there?
Okay, I'll leave a message at his office.
Yes, I have the number.
No, no. Thank you.
- So?
- So her blood sugar was falling.
She called the paramedics
but was laying on the floor when they get here.
They're stabilizing her.
- Is she gonna die?
- No.
Can you talk to me on the porch?
- No way, Nina. No way.
Your mom's tough.
- I need you to stay.
- You can't expect me to drop everything and babysit.
- No, no, I just need an adult to be here.
- Stanley.
I went to your office, but you weren't there.
- She's staying with us until my mom gets back...
maybe.
- Find my phone, great detective,
or I'm out of here.
- It's my board, my skateboard.
It's gone. - Gone?
- Swiped, vamoosed, stolen.
- Not just mine.
Both the Erickson brothers and Jay Morton lost his.
- So you think this is some type of serial robbery thing?
- Yeah, but there's more.
- Okay.
But let's not talk here.
Since you're a good client, come into my lab.
- Good client? Man, I'm your best friend.
- I didn't usually let clients into my crime lab.
They did enough to ruin my cases already
without giving them a helping hand.
But Ben's a straight shooter.
We go back,
by which I mean he'd shoot me straight in the back.
Dang clients.
I let him in anyway.
So you live here,
Ericksons are here,
and Jay is here.
- We know that, don't we?
- We do, but we're looking for a pattern.
- This is Saturday, and the prize is $100.
- And you entered?
- And Jay and both Ericksons.
- This is good,
but I'm going to require more data.
Can you see if there have been any more thefts?
Ask everyone who signed up.
[cell phone beeps]
- That's my mom.
I got to go.
- You know my methods.
Apply them.
Ben's case would have to wait.
These dames demanded dinner.
- So what about my phone?
- Have you canceled the account?
- Of course I have.
- Then can I just buy you a replacement phone?
- No, there are pictures on there that I want.
- Okay, so where'd you lose it?
- I didn't lose it.
It was stolen out of my locker at the gym.
- And you're sure you locked it?
Okay, who else has the combination?
- No one.
- Are you sure?
- Absolutely. Stop asking me if I'm sure.
- Hey, pizza.
- Hey, that's ours!
- It's okay, Nina.
- But you didn't get any.
- I'll make a sandwich.
So your phone was stolen out of a locked locker.
- And I want it back.
- The game is afoot.
- This is good pizza.
Hmm.
I was thinking.
Maybe I could help you with your case.
- Nina thinking that joining the agency
would make her a detective
is like me thinking that sitting in the bike shed
would make me a bicycle.
Crazy kid.
I said when you're big enough.
You're not big enough.
- But I heard what Ben was saying.
I could definitely help.
- I told you to stop listening at the dryer vent.
- Just come on, Stanley.
- No.
- Stanley, get down here.
- What happened?
Is it Mom?
- No. Look.
It got uploaded to Funny Punk, and now it's gone viral.
You have to get me that phone.
Whatever you need.
- Well, it's done now.
- Oh, no, this is just the beginning.
There are much worse pictures on that phone,
much worse.
- I'm gonna need to see the locker.
- In the girls' locker room?
- Dude.
[mysterious music]
[♪♪]
How do you think she's doing?
- I don't know, man.
I called the floor nurse, and she said it was rough.
And she said it was rough. And she said it was rough.
We'll see.
- Maybe we should bring her flowers or something.
- [gasps]
With Mom in the hospital,
Addison had taken over my dreams.
I had to find that phone.
[soft guitar strumming]
[♪♪]
- Sweet.
This is vintage, from the '60s.
- Can you not play that?
Hey, Addison, I'll drop her off.
Can you pick her up?
- No, you do it.
- Can you check how Mom's night was?
- [mockingly] Of course, sweetie.
As soon as I have my phone.
- You can use that one right there.
- I know.
[off-key guitar strumming]
- There are things a private eye will never do
as he pursues his own kind of justice
with only the business end of his gun
between him and the end of the line.
He can risk his own life,
but he won't take an innocent down with him,
especially his little sister,
but my back was against the wall.
Listen, Nina,
you're gonna get to help me with an investigation.
- Really?
You won't be sorry!
- Just meet me after school, and we'll go.
- Where?
[clock ticking]
- Time crawled by.
[ticking continues]
But at last, it was time to meet Nina
and get going on the case.
Of course, when we got to the gym,
she had other ideas.
- I'm not going in.
- Come on.
I need to get Addison's phone.
We need her.
- If you can meet Addison's terms,
you can meet mine.
I want to join the agency.
- You're my little sister.
- It's the Kid Detective Agency.
I'm one of the Kids.
- [sighs]
- 'Cause it looks like
you really, really need me this time.
- This dame was as tough as they come:
heartless, with the face of an angel.
That's a winning combination, and she knew it,
and I knew it,
and she knew I knew it,
and she was gonna be a royal pain in the neck.
But I couldn't stop her without cutting off my own head.
Left me no choice.
[sighs]
Okay, I'll give you a probationary trial.
But if you mess up, you're out.
No whining to Mom.
Now, go in there and conduct a thorough...
And I mean thorough... Search.
Make sure no one's in there.
- Got it.
All clear.
[mischievous music]
[♪♪]
[toilet flushes]
- Oh, come on, lady.
Maybe if you get your head out of your phone,
you would see a kid lying in the middle of the floor.
[exhales deeply]
- Did she see you?
- I thought you did a search, a thorough search.
- Sorry.
I didn't see her.
- Never mind.
I know how it was done.
Doors lift right off the hinges.
- No way!
- Way. Only held on by two screws.
A child could get them off.
- Now we know how it was done.
- But we don't know by who.
Who hates Addison?
- Who doesn't?
- Now that I knew how the locker was opened,
it was time to investigate Addison.
Many crimes are solved by understanding the victim.
What's there to understand about Addison?
She takes Kung fu and is a menace to society.
Her car breaks down a lot.
She says it's because the Jeep is old.
I say it's 'cause she drives like a maniac.
- The Jeep won't start.
- I'll just have to call and get it jumped again.
- She eats enough to feed a herd of wild rhinoceros.
- Hey!
You guys ate all the ravioli.
- Addison has never taken me seriously.
- Ooh, stakeout?
Case of the purloined baseball glove bicycle surveillance?
- I presume it's jealousy.
Addison is always with Max.
He's a chump.
She's a chump.
They belong together.
Chummy chumps.
- How's your cousin doing today?
- Stupid.
- Don't you think he's...
- Crazy?
- I was gonna say as wild and free
as the birds in the sky...
but yeah.
- I don't know, man.
I just think he's an idiot.
- Don't you want to help?
- Well, who else is there?
- Can I see?
- No.
I've got to get you home.
Watching Addison waste time with Max
was getting me nowhere.
I had clients.
Some clients are models of patience and understanding,
just not mine.
- You're late.
- I know. I had to take Nina home.
She's the most annoying person in the world.
- I think it's her voice.
[nasally] Stanley!
- I think it's her whole head.
- Any progress on the case?
- Well, I've narrowed it down to people who hate Addison.
- Someone took my board 'cause they hate Addison?
Stan, this is major, man.
I really need my board.
- Right.
No news yet.
Have you asked around? Any more thefts?
- No, but I did find out one thing that's weird.
Josh Erickson didn't sign up for the tournament.
He has a swim meet.
- Are you sure?
- Yeah. What do you think?
Is it a clue?
- I think so.
- Does that mean you don't know?
- Of course I didn't know.
Clients think I just shake my head
and the answers float up in front of my eyes.
That's not an investigation.
That's a snow globe.
When I got home, a nasty surprise awaited me.
- "Stanley, call me when you get home,
"or you are in big trouble.
"You have the number.
Clorissa Hodge."
- Every detective knows
that the note is essential in almost every case.
And one good note deserves another.
A seasoned detective relies on brains as well as bullets.
I was out of bullets at the moment,
so brains it was.
I needed to let Clorissa Hodge know that I meant business.
[mischievous music]
[♪♪]
A master stroke of counterespionage.
Miss Hodge has underestimated me again.
- I've been waiting for you.
- I had stuff to take care of.
- Hey, Stan, where's my dinner? I'm starving here.
- I'll make spaghetti.
- I don't like spaghetti unless Mom makes it.
- I don't know how to make that many things, okay?
- Nina, why don't you go outside
and play with your little friends?
[distant voices]
- I wanted to make sure Nina was all right...
But my fans pursue me relentlessly.
- Will you play with me, Stanley?
- Timmy, why aren't you at your house where you belong?
- What about Nina?
- Come on.
I'll take you home.
- Aw!
[crickets chirping]
- It wasn't until that night
that I finally had time to think about the case.
I know whoever took the phone has to be close to Addison.
But who could be close to Addison?
She's like a leaf blowing from gutter to gutter.
If good girls go to the head of class,
Addison goes everywhere else.
She has a skull and crossbones where other dames have a heart.
But something about her case was fishy.
It nagged at me,
like a mosquito bite in the middle of my back
that I can't reach but won't stop itching.
Who hates Addison?
- Who doesn't?
- Oh, no, this is just the beginning.
There are much worse pictures on my phone,
much worse.
- [snaps fingers] Got it.
I was pretty confident I knew who took Addison's phone,
but I couldn't confront the thief without proof.
It might make them dump the phone.
So I offered a no-questions-asked guarantee
for its safe return...
In a note, of course.
Hey, Max, can you pick up Nina from school today?
- No can do, muchacho. Sorry.
- Addison?
- All packed for foster care, are we?
- [sighs] Great.
Come on, Nina.
I'm a man of action,
but sometimes I have to wait
to give the thief time to respond.
So what if it also gives the criminals hope,
hope they could get away,
get away with murder?
But it was really just hide-and-seek,
and I was always it.
I'll level with you:
I hated waiting.
It felt like I was doing life plus 20,
but nothing lasts forever.
Finally...
finally it was time to see if the note worked.
But I had to pick up Nina first.
As usual, her head was in the clouds.
What's that?
- I drew a picture for Mom.
- Are you supposed to be an angel watching over her?
- Mom thinks I am.
- Thinks she's an angel?
This batty dame wouldn't last a day in the real world.
I, on the other hand, was focused on the case.
When I got home, there was a nice surprise.
What's better than solving a case?
Absolutely nothing.
- So what's for dinner?
- Hey, Addison, I've got something for you.
- [gasps and giggles] You're home, baby.
Oh...
- I found it on the floor of your Jeep, under the seat.
- It... it must've fallen out of my bag, but...
how did the picture get uploaded to Funny Punk?
- I think someone else in the restaurant
must've gotten the same shot.
Some cases rely on understanding totally random coincidences.
- Well, good job, Stanley.
Thank you.
- Stanley?
- Just go to sleep.
- I'm not going until you tell me.
I know you didn't find that phone in her car.
- Fine.
The first thing I realized was that the internet meme...
You know, the one with the picture of Addison
with the chopsticks in her nose...
Was funny.
- So?
- So the person with the phone was playing around, joking.
And I realized that the only person
who knew the picture was on the phone,
assuming it was intended as a prank,
was the person who took the picture.
- Max!
- Right.
- But he's a boy.
He couldn't have gone in the locker room.
- Just because the locker could be opened easily
doesn't mean it was.
That's what we call a red herring.
The phone did fall out of Addison's bag,
and Max picked it up:
a crime of opportunity.
- So he was just joking with her?
- Yup.
But he had no way of knowing
she would sic a world-class detective on him.
- And his partner.
Good night, Stanley.
- Good night.
- Stanley?
- What?
- Since you found Addison's phone,
does that mean that Miss Hodge can't take us?
- Well, she'll still take us
if she thinks Addison is an unfit adult.
- Addison is an unfit adult.
- I know.
That's why we don't want Miss Hodge
to actually meet Addison in person.
- So we just say she's here until Mom comes back?
- Right.
- Good night, Stanley.
[swirling music]
[♪♪]
[sentimental music]
[♪♪]
[phone ringing]
[ringing continues]
- You have reached the Kid residence.
Please leave a message.
Beep!
- Stanley, this is Clorissa Hodge.
I got your note.
This is not a joke.
I will be coming to your house,
and I expect you and Nina to be there.
You are a child, Stanley.
This is for your own good.
[light guitar strumming]
- Clorissa Hodge wasn't giving up.
[playing simple, pensive tune]
[♪♪]
Maybe I couldn't win against her.
[♪♪]
Then again...
All of a sudden, a pattern leapt out at me.
How did I miss it?
The crime scenes radiated out from a central point:
the children's home.
So the perpetrator must be someone
who's moved from house to house undetected,
someone above suspicion,
and someone with a large trunk.
The motive for this type of crime is simple:
on this island,
a kid is nothing without his stick,
less than nothing,
a negative number.
And there's only one person I know
who would like to ruin as many kids' lives as possible:
Miss Hodge.
She had the motive, means, and opportunity.
My gut told me I was right.
But what did my gut know?
Maybe my pants were too tight.
I needed hard evidence.
To get that, I needed time,
time to think.
I had to stall her.
She couldn't know I was on her trail.
[with British accent] Miss Hodge?
This is Secret Agent James Pond,
her Majesty's Secret Service.
I have sent Stanley and Nina Kid
on a top secret mission of global importance.
The fate of the free world rests on their shoulders.
Of course this is not Stanley.
This is James Pond, head of MI5,
her Majesty's Secret Service.
Don't you understand English?
No, I cannot give Stanley a message.
He is very busy and not available.
Good day.
Now to work, setting a trap.
The first step in my trap
was to install a GPS tracking device on my own stick,
a concept that a four-eyed nitwit could never understand.
- What ya doing?
- Can't you read the sign?
- But you said if I helped...
- Probationary junior associate does not have lab privileges.
- But... - Out.
- But... - Now.
- Fine.
- Cases turn dangerous.
It happens in this business,
especially when it comes time to set a trap.
Some guys welsh.
They give up,
run away, become accountants.
Wiseguys say, "Danger is my middle name."
Well, danger's not my middle name...
It's Russell...
And I set the trap.
[mischievous music]
[♪♪]
The next morning, I checked my tracker.
My trusty GPS tracking software
showed me exactly where the thief stashed my board.
Here we go.
I've tracked the boards.
- That's incredible!
- No, it's not.
They're in the Poindexter house.
- Poindexter house?
- That's right, the Poindexter house.
With three confirmed sightings of Old Lady Poindexter's ghost,
it was a house no kid would go near.
And it was located two blocks from the children's home,
exactly on Miss Hodge's daily commute.
The clues were piling up.
- Old Lady Poindexter was crazy.
She shot her own grandkids and hung herself.
- The kids are urban legend.
Her real grandkids were at vacation Bible camp.
It was an accidental overdose.
- But still, no one who goes in
ever comes out.
- That's what makes it such a great place
to store stolen merchandise.
To recover the skateboards and catch Miss Hodge,
I had to follow a slinking rat into her stinking warren.
But I didn't have a choice.
My own behind was on the line.
I had to catch Clorissa Hodge before she caught me,
or yours truly could be the one caught in the trap,
and that I could not allow.
- You're sure our sticks are in there?
- I'm sure mine is.
So the question is, what are our priorities?
- Priorities?
What do you mean?
- I mean, do you want justice,
or do you just want our stuff back?
- Why can't we get both?
- Because if you get the police involved,
they'll keep the board as evidence.
Or...
- We just grab 'em?
- Right, rob the robbers.
- That's what we should do.
- Okay, as soon as the sun's down,
we strike.
- My mom won't let me go out after dark.
- Mom won't let him out after dark?
Please.
Even Nina isn't afraid of the dark anymore.
But he's a good client.
I'll let him off the hook.
That's okay.
- How are you gonna get in?
- Well, there's one person I could lift up onto the balcony
where there's a broken glass door.
I'm sure she's listening through the dryer vent now.
Nina?
- Coming!
- My plan was simple:
first, gather up my equipment,
including my little sister...
You aren't afraid, are you?
I mean, it's just a house.
There's nothing to be afraid of.
- Are you afraid, Stanley?
- No. Why would I be?
Then we travel to the Poindexter house on foot
to avoid detection.
If Miss Hodge caught us out alone at night,
she'd put us straight into the children's home for sure.
Are you scared?
- No. Are you?
- Of course not.
Come on. I'll hoist you over the balcony.
- I know a better way.
I heard it from a kid at school.
- Where?
- Follow me.
[mischievous music]
[♪♪]
- What are you doing?
- Wait for me at the door.
[♪♪]
- Let me in.
- No.
- Nina!
- Not until you let me join the agency.
- Nina.
- Oh, all right.
- Let's just find what we came for.
- Right.
[low whirring]
- Did you hear that?
[exhales deeply]
Nina, where are you?
Nina?
[ominous music]
Nina, where are you?
- Stanley, I found something!
[dramatic music]
[♪♪]
- Yup, this is it.
How'd you know?
- Only box without dust.
- Great.
Grab Ben's board and leave the rest.
Tomorrow night, I'd stake out the Poindexter house.
Then when Miss Hodge showed up,
I'd photograph her with the other stolen skateboards.
Caught red-handed.
She'd have to leave Nina and me alone forever.
The success of my greatest case lay at hand.
But as usual, Nina was only thinking of herself.
- I was really helpful.
You're gonna let me into the agency now, right?
- What is with this dingbat?
I'm certainly not going to let her into the agency.
Sure, she did all right this time.
Beginner's luck.
But when things get hot,
the last thing I need is some dippy dame tagging along,
especially on a case that could cost me my freedom.
Too bad, toots.
- I'm never speaking to you again!
- The next morning, I headed out to return Ben's board.
Mark another X in the "Kid win" column.
Yup, it was a good day to be a detective.
- Yeah, we collected the boards last night.
I think I could give it to you.
- Okay.
- What are you doing?
- What does it look like?
- It looks like a rival detective agency
that's trying to capitalize on my reputation in my location.
- I'm sorry, but I don't believe you have an appointment.
- Fine. Can I get an appointment?
- Let me check.
Yes, I can give you an informational meeting
so I can hear about your case.
- My case is that my little sister has lost her mind.
I want you to find it.
- I find those boards.
And if you won't let me into the agency,
I'll start one of my own.
- This is the thanks I get for taking care of you?
Well, good luck with it.
- Dude, my board.
Whoa.
- Her own agency?
How did this happen?
- I did find out one thing that's weird:
Josh Erickson didn't sign up for the tournament.
He has a swim meet.
- That's what we call a red herring.
- I know a better way.
- Where?
- Follow me.
- Nina!
The truth hit me like a ton of Nina-shaped bricks.
My case against Clorissa Hodge was ruined.
That double-crossing dame.
It was you! You took the skateboards!
- Why would I?
- You were the only one who could fit into the vent!
- Other people... - You followed me to the park.
You knew exactly which box to look in!
- I found those boards.
- Because you put them there! But you messed up.
You wanted me to think it was related
to the skating tournament.
But Josh Erickson didn't sign up.
You didn't know that!
- If you would ever give me a chance...
- No wonder you weren't afraid!
- So what if I did?
I had to make you need me.
- I don't need anyone.
- Yes, you do, and so do I!
- [sighs]
Detectives should never lose their cool.
I forgot Nina was just a kid.
[contemplative music]
[♪♪]
When I got home,
I saw that Nina's bike wasn't in its spot.
What if Miss Hodge had her?
Nina! Nina!
- Will you play with me, Stanley?
- Timmy, has Nina been here?
- No.
- I have to go.
- But who will play with me?
- Time to go home.
- Aw!
- Nina?
Nina!
- I drew a picture for Mom.
Why can't we go visit Mom?
We could ride our bikes.
- I knew where Nina was,
and I knew she was making a mistake.
There you are.
- They won't let me in.
She has diabetes.
It's not contagious.
- I know.
- She's our mom.
- I know.
- It's not fair.
- Here.
Why don't I go ask the lady at the information desk
if she can have this delivered to Mom?
Wait here.
She said she'll make sure Mom gets it.
- Thanks, Stanley.
- Let's go home.
At the end of the day,
I guess even great detectives
have to take care of their little sisters,
even the delusional ones.
- Are you gonna tell Mom on me?
- Look, the first thing you have to know
is that detectives chase bad guys,
not other detectives.
So no more red herring cases.
- Please, Stanley.
Please give me another chance.
- Tell you what.
When Mom gets home, I'll take you on part-time.
- Full-time part-time,
not probationary?
- Full-time part-time.
- Thanks, Stanley.
[knocking]
- Stanley?
I know you're in there.
Open the door.
I spoke to your mother,
and I know your cousin is staying with you.
Stanley, I'll be here at noon tomorrow to meet her.
If you're not here, I will have to call the police.
- Don't let her take us away, Stanley.
- All my tactics had failed.
Nowhere left to turn, except...
Addison.
Addison, I need to talk to you.
- What?
- Clorissa Hodge is coming to the house tomorrow,
and if you're not there,
she's gonna take Nina and me away.
Please be there tomorrow.
Please.
Are you listening?
- What?
- I know you're too cool to care,
but you have to make some adjustments.
We're family.
That's what families do.
And I'm just a kid.
I can't do everything by myself.
- Hey!
- Be at my house tomorrow at noon,
and we'll face her together.
- [sighs]
- Dark night falls,
and the weak weep fear into their pillows.
But a detective with a job to do can't afford fear.
Fear makes him stupid.
Stupid makes him dead.
So he works the case through to the bitter end,
come what may.
- I bet Addison won't come.
- She'll be here.
- 50/50, max.
- Good night, Nina.
- You like it?
- Awesomenessville, right?
- Don't you remember the social worker
that's visiting us today?
- So?
- So responsible adults don't look
like a cotton candy machine just exploded on their heads.
- Is this better?
[spacey music]
[♪♪]
- You cute kids will be okay.
- What are you wearing?
- Even if you solve every case,
you can't stop bad things from happening.
- How do you know?
- I've always known. That's why I want to help you.
- Wait. This doesn't make any sense.
How did Addison's pink hair change to green all of a sudden?
And why is Max impersonating Elvis?
- Think about it.
- Unless this is a dream.
- Nina, you have to get up.
We have to get ready.
- [sniffs]
Maybe you should shower.
- You think?
- Yeah, so you don't, you know...
- Stink?
- Yeah.
- Can't hurt.
While Nina and I got everything ready,
Addison did not arrive.
[vacuum whirring]
- [yelling] Don't you think this visit
is mostly to inspect Addison, not the house?
- Yeah, but there's nothing we can do to clean up Addison.
- Good point!
[upbeat music]
[♪♪]
Don't you think we should call Addison?
- I've been texting her,
and I already called her six times.
- What are we gonna do?
- We have to go find her
and get her to come back with us.
We don't have much time.
- What if we can't?
- The time for calling Addison is done...
or texting or sending up smoke signals.
I need to go out there and bring her in myself.
Nina would have to be quick or be left in the dust.
I gave it to her straight.
We have to.
Can you keep up with me?
- There's her Jeep! [engine grinding]
- Where have you been? I've been texting you.
- My car won't start, and my phone's dead.
- Addison?
- There's no way we're gonna get there now.
- Hand it over.
- Aah!
[dramatic music]
[♪♪]
[doorbell rings]
- Where did you learn how to ride a bike?
- Focus.
- We almost died!
- Okay, relax, short people.
Ready?
- Lip ring. - Oh.
For once in her life, she didn't look like
radioactive waste in combat boots
but pretty close to an actual human being.
I appreciated that more than I would ever tell her.
- Ready?
[sighs] Okay.
Hi, Miss Hodge?
I'm Addison Kid.
Please come in.
- Nice to finally see you, Stanley.
Or should I say Inspector Pond?
- Great. So would you like some coffee?
- No, thank you.
I'm sorry to hear your mom's sick again.
- [sniffles]
I drew a picture for her.
- I'd love to see it.
- I don't have it anymore.
- Maybe you could just draw another one.
- I-I made some cheese.
- That would be lovely, dear.
Stanley, why don't you help your sister?
- The moment of truth.
Our fate now lay in the hands of my cousin Addison.
- Now, Addison, you're 18?
This is a lot of responsibility for you.
- Yeah, but I've made some adjustments.
- But you're so young yourself.
Why are you willing to do that?
- Well, we're family,
and families do the best
with what they've got to work with.
And in this case, that's me.
- That's all any of us can do, dear.
Thank you.
- How'd it go?
- Amazingly, okay.
She's not taking anyone out.
She told me to call her if I can't handle it.
- And Stanley says that I can be his partner.
- Part-time.
- Really?
[cell phone rings]
- Stanley Kid, Kid Detective.
- Stanley, she cheated again.
I need you back on the case.
Meet me at your office right away.
- Got to go, guys.
Things got back to normal.
Timmy's still dinosaur crazy.
- Is anyone ever gonna play with me?
- Okay, Timmy, what do you want to play?
- Dinosaurs!
- You just got to play with him every now and then.
Nina remains a pest,
but she sure tries hard.
Got to give her that.
Addison continues to be a menace to society,
but she's keeping Miss Hodge happy.
Mom is getting better every day and should be home soon.
And...
I have a client.
I never let my lying, cheating, scumbag clients down.
Of course, they don't feel the same way about me.
I solve cases for them.
I solve cases in spite of them.
I'm a detective,
private eye.
[upbeat instrumental music]
[♪♪]
- He seems okay.
He's kind of a nutcase, though.
- What do you mean?
- I mean, what kind of ten-year-old kid
wants to become a detective?
- [groans]
I don't even know.
Like, I think his parents
showed him too many movies when he was young,
and now he's got this thing in his head
that he's some great detective.
- Like, once, I found a broken leaf.
I could tell that he was going one way
instead of a different way,
which he was trying to throw me off.
So that kind of stuff.
- Hmm?
- You ever helped him out on a case?
- He never asked me to, and even when I try to,
he's like, "You're not smart enough."
- That's not very nice.
Do you think...
Do you think you'd do a good job if you helped him?
- Well, I do a good job at my dinosaur case.
- Of course I would've solved the case faster.
I mean, I'm sure everybody can see that now.
- Truthfully, she's not as bad as her brother.
I mean, she's got some sense
and little diabolical ways and schemes,
which I can respect.
- A detective has to find all those nooks and crannies
in case there's a secret door or something
or especially when it's raining.
You know,
you can get under those and not be wet,
'cause a detective does not look good when they're wet.
I mean, sometimes they do if they're wearing a fedora,
but I don't have a fedora.
- "Please, Stanley, please?
Can I please be in the agency?"
- I know how to ride a bike.
I mean...
you saw him.
- I don't...
really like that kid,
but I love him.
- She has this weird look.
She calls it, like, retro.
I don't get it.
- Turns out, Miss Hodge is actually all right.
It's Stanley who's the one that's bat [bleep] crazy.
- If he wants to make it a family business,
I mean, of course his younger sister
has to be in there at least.
I mean, I'm the only sister he has.
And if Addison thinks it's,
well, kiddy...
[laughs] Kiddy.
- Just relieved that it's over.
- All I want is someone to play with me.
Please?
- I know this.
Yeah, I would be a much better detective than him, definitely.
- Yeah, there's a lot more stuff than being a detective.
Actually, I'm in a band.
- Hit it!
- One, two, three, four.
[light instrumental music]
[♪♪]
One, two, three, four.
[playing Turkey in the Straw]
[light instrumental music]
[♪♪]