To the Card Shark,
Snake Eyes and the Old Maid. But which one made off
with the golden dice? My money's on the Card Shark. Same. The guy never blinks,
you just can't trust him. Okay, let's see. Boom! Nailed it! We just solved our fifth case
in a row. We're on a hot streak. [door opening, shutting] [crying] Hey, Leni. How was work? [crying]
Terrible! What happened? I thought things were going
great at the store. They were!
Until this afternoon... Your receipt's in the bag,
along with some samples of our new scent:
Sugar Cookie Sunshine. That skirt would
look great on you. And it also makes
a cute poncho. [gasping]
You just changed my life! [clearing throat]
Uh, Leni? Hi, Mrs. Carmichael. How's the monthly inventory
going? Not great. Several scarves have gone
missing. Can you come with me? Are we going
on a scavenger hunt? [whimpering]
There was no scavenger hunt, she thinks I stole the scarves! What? Why would she think that? They were all
from my department, and they all went missing
in the month that I've worked there, so she said
she had to let me go. And I said, 'Go where?', and she said,
'That means you're fired!' [crying] That is so unfair.
Leni would never steal anything. This is worse than the time
Crazy 8 was falsely accused of stacking the deck.
If only there was someone who could help clear
Leni's name. You mean like, us? Lincoln, I know we have these
amazingly accurate uniforms, but we're just
11-year-old boys. 11-year-old boys who just solved
their fifth case in a row. We're ready
to deal out some justice! Wow, you just sounded like Ace. If I had hair on my arms,
it would be standing up. So cute for fall. Jack to Ace, no suspects sighted
by the mini-backpacks, over. Copy. No suspects by the- Whoa! Cool costume!
I'm playing superheroes, too. Wanna see my hideout? Aah!
Actually, this isn't a costume, it's a uniform.
And, I'm not 'playing', I'm investigating.
Where are your parents? My mom's too busy to play, too. Ace!
Suspect spotted by the scarves. And,
you won't believe who it is. Sorry, kid.
Gotta follow this lead. Gabby? It can't be her. She lent me her safety goggles
in gym. It's totally her. Come on! Oh, I know I'm gonna get
in trouble, but... Hold it right there! Gabby, you already have
a closet full of scarves. Mom! Please, just let me buy it! I have a gift card. Your aunt gave you that
for a sensible pair of shoes. Now put that scarf back. Clyde? Lincoln?
What are you doing here? Oh, you know, just,
shopping for some- Training bras? [thudding] Ugh. Do you have any idea
how hard these things are to put back on hangers? Uh, sorry. We'll clean it up. I'll just gather these,
uh, items. Ahh! My crime eye! [thudding] Okay, so we'll be more careful
next time. No one's a suspect unless
they're extremely suspicious. Like, say, a senior
in the junior's department? Scoots. We know she's done
some hard time in mall jail. Maybe she's just here to buy
a gift for her parole officer. Then why is she going
into the fitting room? [gasping]
You're right. She's probably going in there so she can stash the scarf
in her bag. - Let's get her!
- Wait! We just can't barge
into a fitting room. Dang it, you're right. We need a way to stop her
on the way out. Ooh, I've got it! Spike strip! Let's see her try
to scoot over these. Haha, yeah. They'll have
to start calling her Stops. [honking] Make way!
Mama's late for a toga party! Uh oh!
I think we messed up again. Mrs. Stops, scoot!
I mean, Mrs. Scoot, stop! Here's your 20 bucks,
I don't need a receipt. [screaming] [shattering] My B! Put it on my tab! Seriously?! You two again?! - Sorry!
- We'll clean this up. [thudding] Get out!
