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Oh man, this is bad. Really bad. This is the worst yet.

According to my research notes...

This isnt the time for your stupid research notes, Bob!

- Were gonna get crushed! - Not for forty-seven more seconds...

... if my calculations are correct.

Thats great, Jupiter. Werre gonna die in forty-seven seconds.

Thirty-nine, now!

Balderdash! The Three Investigators have never lost a case yet...

... and were not going to now. Bob, what do we have on elevators?

I researched them during the Case of the Hiccupping Dentist.

Theres usually a fire axe in the shaft. Itss over there!

Hurry, Pete! Weve got twenty-two seconds left.

Twelve seconds.

I seem to have forgotten to factor in inertial momentum.

Ten...

... nine...

- ... eight... - The ropes coming loose!

... seven...

... six...

- Ill cut you free! - No, no! Cut the counterweight rope!

- ... four... - But that will make the elevator fall faster!

- Exactly! Cut the rope! Now! - ... three...

- ... two... One! - Youre crazy!

The safety governor senses when the elevator moves too fast...

... and activates the emergency brakes. Simple but elegant design.

Some days Im not so sure this investigating business was a good idea.

Quick, we got an auction to attend.

Lets get out of here!

Next we have a lovely oil painting by the English Victorian painter Frederich Leighton.

Well start at twenty thousand dollars.

- Twenty. - Twenty.

- Twenty-five. - Twenty-five.

- Thirty. - Thirty. Thank you, Maam.

Do I have thirty-five?

- If not, this painting is... - Thirty-five!

Young man, the bid is thirty-five thousand, not thirty-five dollars.

- Thirty-five thousand dollars! - Forty thousand!

Fifty!

- Sixty thousand! - Sixty to Mr. Hansen.

- If there are no other bids... - One hundred thousand dollars!

- I beg your pardon... - Two hundred thousand dollars!

Three hundred, four hundred! It doesnt matter.

Its still a bargain. And I prove it.

What are you doing, young man?

No! Oh, no!

Oh!

- Youve destroyed a masterpiece! - No.

All Ive done is destroy a worthless forgery.

But the painting underneath...

- Look what theyve done! - A self-portrait by Rembrandt.

According to the Los Angeles Times...

... it was reported stolen from this gallery six months ago.

But the ingenious truth is that the painting never left this building.

It took a master art forger and master of disguise to pull off this crime:

- Victor Hugenay. - How do you know?

Hugenay has never been able to resist taking credit for his work.

As always, he has hidden his signature on the forgery.

Who are you?

- We are the Three Investigators. - Allow me to present our card.

Hey, are you interested in a stuttering parrot?

Cmon!

This meeting of the Three Investigators is now convened.

Old business?

The Case of the Missing Rembrandt has been solved and is being put into the archives.

But not with a totally satisfactory conclusion, Im afraid, since Hugenay is still at large.

Bob, will you write a report for Officer Reynolds?

- Sure. - Now for new business.

Youll never guess in a million years where werre going next.

Um... South Africa.

Sometimes youre just downright spooky, Jupe.

How did you guess that?

Oh, I thought youd done some super investigator deducing.

Remember the first rule of the investigator see whats right in front of you.

- Why are we going to South Africa? - My dad was going to take me on vacation...

... but suddenly he got a big job offer to build an amusement park near Cape Town.

I guess he felt bad about letting me down, so hes invited all three of us to go visit.

- Cool! Whats the place called? - Skeleton Island.

Skeleton Island... Havent I heard that name before?

... discovered by Sir Horatio Wilbur... uninhabited... ancient burial ground...

... reported to be cursed.

A curse...?

Do you think there might be a possible case for us there?

Oh no. Weve had three tough cases in a row.

We deserve a break.

Sounds to me like a Code White.

Vacation!

So... it appears were off to South Africa.

- Dad! - Pete!

Hey!

- Thats it boys. Enjoy your stay. - Thank you very much.

- Jupiter. - Hey Mr. Crenshaw.

- Bob. Welcome to South Africa. - How are you?

This is Bill, our wild life expert and ranger.

Bill, this is my son Pete...

Crap idea to bring kids to Skeleton Island.

Unless you want to get rid of em.

Bills sense of humour takes a little getting used to.

- Looks like you packed your entire room. - You know how worried my Mom gets.

Shes convinced Imm going on a jungle safari.

Can you help me put it on?

Thanks.

Hows the job going, Dad? - Great! Werre going to the island right now.

The original contractor quit a few days ago. Mr Wilbur, the owner needs me there.

First contractor went to the island alone. Damn fool.

Came back a whimpering, drooling bag of jelly.

Scared out of his wits.

He couldnt even tell us his own name.

Funny, though. He had these huge scratches on his neck.

He was attacked by an animal?

Ive never seen an animal with claws like those.

And Ive seen every wild beast there is.

Skeleton Island vacation, note number one. Unknown claw marks.

Crenshaw, you are late. The park is already behind schedule.

Im sorry, Miss Wilbur, but I had to pick up my son and his friends...

Tom, see to that Oscar gets taken home.

And make sure the door is locked! If he gets away, this time its on your head!

Yes, Miss Wilbur.

Pleased to meet you. Im Jupiter Jones.

What a cute child.

Farraday, its your responsibility to see that they dontt get into any trouble.

I dont want any accidents or deaths interfering with my project.

Dont worry, Miss Wilbur, I see to it.

Lets go, guys.

Here is what I will have you do. This whole area is to be flattened...

... for parking - underground parking.

Over there is the champagne fountain...

And from the food court youll be able to see the big dipper.

And here, I think, is the ideal site for the snack bar...

- I have a piece of chalk... - What for?

- Instead of the toxic spray. - Dont be so ridiculous!

Sedimentary sequences, primarily sandstone, with strata of shale and quartzite.

How do you know that?

While I was researching the Case of the Sneezing Elephant...

... I happened to come across...

Keep back, boys.

Gamba! What are you doing here?

Hes talking to his ancestors, the way his people have for hundreds of years.

Well, he cant do that here. Ivve told him to stay off my island!

Its not your island.

It was discovered by Sir Horatio Wilbur, my great-great-great-grandfather.

Hes buried here. I have more right to this island than you do.

This is where the chiefs of my tribe have always gone to die.

- Their spirits guard this place. - Good. I can use them for my ghost ride.

- You are in danger if you dont leave now. - Are you threatening Miss Wilbur?

For Heavens sake, put that gun down, Farraday.

You might shoot someone.

Its not me you have to be afraid of.

I am not afraid of anybody.

You cannot build your park here.

I have warned you.

Farraday! I dont want to see him again.

- Is that clear? - Yes, Miss Wilbur.

Good. Crenshaw! Lets continue.

Now, moving along down here, we come to the most exciting part - the cave.

- Lets see where hess going. - ... of course, you do know...

... whats going to happen there. I did tell you, itss the roller-coaster.

- So we need the entire cave excavated! - Remember, were not on a case.

Were on vacation...

Where did he go?

Lets split up.

- Wow, shes hot. - What are you doing on our island?

Uh... I... Were...

Very smooth. Watch the pro. Hi, Im Pete.

Do you know the way to the nearest beach?

Its an island. You can go anywhere. Good point.

Whats your name?

- Chris. - Well, Chris. Im Pete.

Heres my business card.

The Three Investigators. We investigate anything.

- Weve never lost a case. - What are the three question marks for?

Were detectives.

The question mark is the universal symbol of the unknown.

We are prepared to solve any puzzle, riddle, mystery, enigma or conundrum...

- ... which may be brought to us. - Hence, the question mark is our trademark.

- Does he always talk this much? - This is nothing.

- Once you get him started... - So you are detectives.

Tata!

Not too observant, letting my daughter sneak up on you like this. Lets go.

You told Miss Wilbur she was in danger. What did you mean?

She doesnt know what shess doing. Something happened here.

A long time ago.

- Something that... - Boys!

Jupiter! Pete! Bob!

What are you doing here by yourselves?

Youre not allowed to wander around this island alone!

Ive got my eye on you.

Miss Wilbur, maybe we should do this another day.

Oh, nonsense.

I refuse to let their silly native superstitions interfere with my park.

Farraday, will you please deal with your guards.

- Theyre being simply impossible. - Itss a holy place. She canttt do that!

- Wait there! - Why are you upsetting the boss?

Whats going on?

The guards are upset that Miss Wilbur painted over the sacred engravings...

- ... and they refuse to enter the cave. - OK.

According to legend, a spirit lives in there.

- The Tokolosh. - You go back and fetch the camera.

In the meantime, III select a suitable spot to set things up.

Um... Miss Wilbur, I really think I should come in with you.

Dont be ridiculous, Farraday. Itss only a cave.

Miss Wilbur has entered the cave.

Hello?

Lets go, letss go!

Miss Wilbur?

Miss Wilbur!

Miss Wilbur!

Oh...

Jupiter...!

Miss Wilbur!

- Miss Wilbur, what happened? - I saw it.

There!

- The Tokolosh! - Where?

Are you all right?

Look. The scratches.

Hey Chief, do something useful for once, and help us carry her out.

OK.

Oh my God. Cmon Miss Wilbur!

- Lets get you home. - Thank you.

I think I know whos behind all this.

Gamba! I got you!

- I warned you there was danger. - Youre going to be arrested, Gamba.

For what?

For assaulting Miss Wilbur!

- No! Let my father go! - Listen to me, Chris.

- He didnt do anything! - Dontt go back home! Its too dangerous!

Find Grace! You must find Grace!

Youre detectives! Arentt you going to do something?

Youre not good for anything!

This seems to be a particularly difficult sort of extraordinary case.

But dad, there is no way Gamba could have gotten in or out of the cave.

Pete, I told you I dont want you boys to get involved.

Bob, your Mom must never know.

But it looks like Chris could need our help. - The only reason youre interested...

... is because there is a pretty girl involved.

Let Farraday and the police handle it. You can go sightseeing.

Im sure that Bill will drive you around. Wontt you, Bill?

Dont have much choice, do I?

- Hello. - Mrs Jasmin!

- How are you? - Im okay, Imm okay.

This is my son Pete and his friends Jupiter and Bob.

Hi! Welcome to my guest house, boys! Please, come inside.

I dont like being blamed for wrecking a girlss life.

Especially a pretty girl.

Left alone, nowhere to go...

- ... freezing in the cold. - Its hot outside.

Dont be so logical, Jupiter. Her father said she was in danger.

Code Orange. Intruder protection!

- Legs secured! - Arms secured!

- I got him! I got him! - Check identity!

Chris?

- What do you think youre doing? - I... well, you...

I mean...

Sorry.

Nice of you to drop in.

What are you doing here?

Ive got 200 Rands here. All my savings.

I want to hire the Three Investigators to clear my father.

- You didnt seem to trust us much. - I dontt.

But youre the only detectives I know. And you said you haventt lost a case, right?

- Right! - So if I show you respect...

- ... I expect the same from you. - Oh, I respect you!

With all my heart!

Before we can decide whether to take on the case...

- ... you have to tell us everything you know. - I will.

- Who do you think attacked Miss Wilbur? - She said what it was: the Tokolosh.

Your father said something before he was taken away by Farraday.

Find Grace. What do you think he meant by that?

I dont know.

Nothing makes any sense.

Excellent!

I warn you, when we take on a case we follow all the clues wherever they lead.

Im not swayed by sentiment or any other personal feelings that...

Thank you, Jupiter, thank you!

Youre going to get to the bottom of all this, I just know it.

Thank you.

I think we should preserve a correct detective-client relationship.

- Sorry. - Me too.

- Here, take the 200 rands. - No, no.

We dont take our fee until the case is closed.

But we have work to do first.

Tomorrow well go to the jail and ask your father about Grace.

Right. III come back in the morning.

But your father said it was dangerous for you to go back home.

Ive got an idea. You could stay here overnight.

- No, I dont want to be any trouble. - Itss no trouble at all.

Ive got it figured out.

- You could stay in the bottom bunk with me! - No!

I mean, I think it would be... shed be safer in the top bunk with me.

Um... she might hit her head on the bottom bunk.

No, thats okay.

You wouldnt want to take space away from Teddy...

- I dont have a teddy bear! - Yes you do, hess up...

Perhaps a random draw would be the most impartial way to figure this out.

I got it under control, Jupe.

Chris and I will be very comfortable in the bottom bunk. Wont we?

So, Pete, how was your sleeping arrangement?

- Bob was snoring all night long. - Really? Guess I was fast asleep.

Planning on a little elephant hunting today?

My mom packed for me. Its all I have.

Hes not there!

What? Who?

My father! I called the jail, but he never arrived!

- But we saw Farraday take him away. - I have to get home and see if hes there!

- Where to? - Take us to Chris home.

- Where do you stay? - Khayelitsha.

Oh no, no, no. Im not going there. A township is no place for three white kids.

- Especially dressed like that. - My mom packed for me!

You want to get me into trouble, Pete?

Your old man will go bananas if he finds out youve gone into a township.

So dont tell him.

Please.

If you get murdered, dont come to me and complain.

Deal.

- Hey Chris! - Hello.

- Have you seen my father? - No, I havent seen him since yesterday.

- Whats all that clicking? - Its a sound in the Xhosa language.

Actually, there are three different kinds of click sounds.

The first is the simple click, as in Xhosa.

Xhosa...

I cant do it.

Tata? Tata!

Someone broke in last night!

But... What could theyve been looking for?

- Lets recapitulate. - Sometimes I wish youdd just speak English.

- Who was the last person seen with Gamba? - Farraday!

Gamba! Got you!

And the last thing Miss Wilbur said to him was...

- I do not want to see him here again. - Yes, Miss Wilbur.

We have to get to Miss Wilburs house immediately.

- Pete, stop shaking the table. - That isnt me!

We need to get out! Now!

No! This way!

Chris!

Pete!

Bob, are you all right?

Just another ordinary day in the lives of the Three Investigators.

The truck!

This was no accident. It seems that someone wanted to kill us.

But... who would want to do this?

Our house!

Everythings gone! Everything!

Itll be okay, Chris. Welll figure things out.

Dont worry. Welll help all we can.

You cant help me! I was stupid to think you could.

Just look whats happened!

Theres something thatss hidden here.

What is that?

Its a painting.

- Who is this? - Its Princess Sisa.

Sisa... Does that mean something in English?

It means Grace.

Find Grace! You must find Grace!

This is what your father wanted us to find.

Somebody obviously wants us to stop investigating.

But they dont know the Three Investigators.

We have to make a visit to Miss Wilbur. Im declaring a Code Green.

Imminent danger.

Who was Princess Sisa? -She was a princess of our tribe, the Xhosa.

Xhosa.

I cant do it.

She fell in love with a handsome young man. But her father did not allow it.

So to prove her love she stole the most precious object of our people -

... the crown of the Xhosa - and gave it to her secret lover.

When the theft was discovered, she was killed. And her lover disappeared.

Look, theres a hand on her shoulder.

Maybe thats her lovers hand.

What happened to the crown?

The legends say it lies in the secret lovers grave.

Miss Wilbur, hes growing restless again and I dontt know how to control him!

Cant you handle anything?

Im sorry, I tried but he attacked me!

Go back and give him his lunch. And be sure the door is locked. Alright?

Yes, Miss Wilbur.

My fathers in there! Shess locked him up.

We have to break into the house and rescue him.

Somehow I dont think this is what Dad meant when he said to stay out of trouble.

Its the wrong bush!

- No, its the one over there... Stupid... - Bob, the backpack.

- What is this? - A wireless microphone and earpiece...

... so we can communicate.

- Can you hear me? - Loud and clear.

Uh-oh. Trouble.

Someone needs to distract Miss Wilbur while we follow Farraday.

Ill do it.

But youre not a trained professional like us.

Whats the matter? You dontt trust me?

Help! Ive been bitten by a snake!

- What? Oh, Ill get some help. - No! No time!

Suck my leg!

- What? - Suck my leg!

Shes good.

Lets go.

- I dont see any bite. - Just suck it!

Blow gun.

Itching powder.

- Man, I love that thing! - Quick!

Youre going to eat this lunch, or Imm going to make you!

Calm down! Ill be back.

Behave!

Gamba...!

Gamba, were coming in to get you!

Was I wrong?

Once in a million years, miracles can happen.

Miss Wilbur, what are you doing? -This young lady has been bitten by a snake.

Call an ambulance.

But thats Gambass kid.

- What? - Yes, thats right.

I am Gambas daughter! Tell me what youvve done to him!

- Theyre on to her. - Letss get out of here.

Wait! Look at that painting.

This is no time for art appreciation. Come on, Jupe!

Hey, be careful with that. III bet itss a priceless work of art!

Dont worry. Imm very experienced at destroying valuable works of art.

Lock the door!

We need to keep them out just a bit longer.

I cant lock the door! I kicked it in!

The second rule of investigating is to adapt instantaneously to the situation.

- Theyre in the office. - Letss go in, Farraday, and apprehend them.

Yes, Miss Wilbur.

I cant hold them!

I got it. Wait... give me a hand!

- What are you doing? - Watch out!

Cant you even open a door?

Its stuck. They must have jammed it from the inside.

Break it down if you have to. Will you stand still, you little minx?

Power of the wedge. Basic physics.

- I just need a few more seconds! - Youve got all the time in the world.

Theyre not getting in now.

You are pathetic.

Stand aside, Miss Wilbur.

These kids have messed with the wrong man.

Incredible!

- Okay, take the chair away. - We cant do that! Theylll get in.

Thats the idea.

No, its not! We want to keep them out!

No, we dont.

Ill do it.

Wheres my father? What have you done to him?

My painting! Ill have you know that is a priceless antique!

Look!

I believe we now know the identity of the Princess secret lover.

Sir Horatio Wilbur.

Impossible!

Bob, where is her crown supposed to be hidden?

The legends say that the crown lies in her secret lovers grave.

And Miss Wilbur, where is Sir Horatio buried?

On Skeleton Island.

So, the crown is buried on Skeleton Island?

Exactly.

Thats what your father was trying to tell us.

But why?

Your father had one half of this painting.

He knew about the crown, and thats why hess in danger.

There are people who would do anything to get hold of a treasure like that. Anything.

Dont let them yap their way out of trouble, Miss Wilbur.

They trespassed on your property, and Im going to take them in to the police.

Now, come on!

If you will allow me...

The Tokolosh!

I was down by the boats.

It came up from behind.

It could have killed me.

And when I came to, Gamba was gone.

Wait a minute! That means that Gamba is still on the island!

We have to go. Now!

Ill return this!

Bill!

- Where have you been all this time? - We need you to sail us to Skeleton Island.

No way. Guys...

Its getting dark.

Theres a low tide and wevve got rough seas. Yourrre not going anywhere tonight.

Youre still up?

I cant sleep.

Im too worried. If only I knew my father were all right.

Im sure he is.

And your mother...?

She died when I was very young.

Oh...

Im sorry.

I dont remember her very well. But she gave me this necklace.

She said its been in our family for centuries.

There was another half, but it was lost long ago.

I never take it off.

I know how you feel.

No, you dont.

I live with my aunt and uncle because both my parents died in a plane crash.

CCause unknown.

I cant tell you how much I hate those words.

Thats why I started the Three Investigators.

I never want to leave another mystery unsolved.

So you see...

... I do understand.

So... how do you do that Xhosa thing?

Xhosa.

- How do you do that? - You take the side of your cheek...

... and then go click. Like this.

Look at me.

- Xhosa. - Xhosa.

Xhosa.

- Xhosa. - Xhosa.

Xhosa.

Jupiter? Chris?

Were out here!

Good thing we found you, Jupiter.

Alone with a girl for five minutes! You must have been in a panic.

I managed.

Jupiter, you have to listen to this!

I was recording my research notes when Miss Wilbur was attacked in the cave...

... and I just played them back.

What do you think that noise was?

Miss Wilbur screaming?

Somehow, I dont think that sound was made by a human being.

- Well be back in an hour or so, Bill. - I dontt know if I trust you guys.

We promise if we get murdered, we wont come to you to complain.

Ha...

- Scared? - No way.

I just dont think itss smart to barge in on an angry ghost.

Maybe we should try spying on it from a distance first.

- Im going in. - Me too.

Ive got a bad feeling about this.

Tata!

Tata, are you here?

Gamba?

Wait!

I thought I saw something.

- Messed things up again, Bob! - Sorry...

You gonna go get it?

If I mess up all the time, why dont you get it yourself?

- I think I will. - Mr. I'm-so-smooth.

- Hes just a scared little... - Bob. Itss okay.

Could you give me a hand up?

Howd you do that?

Do what?

Run!

Come on!

Come on, Pete! Come on!

Lets move it! Come on!

Lets go! Go!

No, stop, stop, stop, stop!

- Jupe, no! - Stop! Dont touch it!

This is your Tokolosh.

Its...

Its a baboon?

I knew I had heard that sound before.

And then it came to me: it was a baboon cry!

Quite a sophisticated set-up.

Who would dress up a baboon to look like a ghost?

Look! Theres a hole in the wall.

Lets go!

- Gosh, Pete, you scream like a girl. - And what exactly do you mean by that?

- Yeah, what do you mean by that? - Uh, well...

Look! Theres something behind there!

Let me see.

Its a grave.

Theres nothing here. Letss go.

Its Sir Horatioss grave.

But wheres Sir Horatio?

- Its Gamba! - Tata!

Chris...!

I dont get paid enough for this...

- Gamba! - Bill!

Stay where you are.

Dont move an inch!

- What are you doing? - Dont worry, Gamba.

Ill keep my mouth shut.

But you got to tell the kid the truth.

- Go ahead, tell her. - Tell me what?

You were behind the attack on Miss Wilbur, werent you, Gamba?

You were determined to find the crown at all costs.

So you disguised the baboon to resemble the Tokolosh...

... and then trained it to attack anyone who came near the cave...

... to scare them away.

- Isnt that right? - No!

Its true.

I did it.

I found Sir Horatios tomb, but the crown is not here.

- I guess its just a story. - Why are you saying this?

Uh... Hi, Dad. What are you doing here?

What am I doing here? Bill called me.

At least he showed some responsibility, unlike you.

I told you to keep away from the detective business!

And what have you been doing? Wandering into a township!

Breaking into Miss Wilburs house! And now, climbing into an underground cave.

- We can explain, we... - No, you cannot!

I could lose my job over this.

Your trip is over.

Here are tickets for you boys. You leave tomorrow.

Dont lose them!

Dont say anything to them. They dontt have any evidence.

- But the investigation... - I want to stop the investigation.

Promise me you wont testify against my father!

I cant conceal evidence of a crime.

I said we would follow the evidence wherever it led.

Here, take your money!

Youve been paid for your stupid case, now drop it!

- I dont care about the stupid money. - What do you care about?

I made a promise to myself when my parents died.

Wherever there are unanswered questions, Im going to work until I find the truth.

No matter where it leads.

- And I keep my promises. - Jupiter, you cant do this to me.

I have to.

Gambas responsible for the attack on Miss Wilbur.

He disguised a baboon to resemble a spirit.

This is the mask he used.

No! Its not true!

So!

Caught red-handed... Lets get you off to the police, Gamba.

No! Dont take him away!

I trusted you! I thought you all were my friends!

But... we are your friends.

Isnt that right, Jupiter?

This is one time I wish wed lost the case.

- Good morning. - Good morning.

Pete! Bob! Come here! Right now! Code Violet!

Code Violet? I dont even know what Code Violet is!

Look at this.

- Theres writing! - Itss a poem.

Or half of one.

TTwo lovers parted... If you can parse...

The Will is high... The Space tween birth...

Take my image... To rest in my...

We need the other half.

Theres nothing there.

Why would it be different?

Because this half is a forgery. You see the significance, of course?

Its early in the morning. Just tell us.

Whoever had the original painting and substituted this one...

- ... had to have access to Miss Wilburs house. - That doesntt sound like Gamba.

But... then why did he confess?

Because he had to.

Because somebody else was there...

... listening, observing...

... making sure Gamba did what he was supposed to do.

Someone who had the ability to threaten his daughters life.

Someone who had the opportunity to keep an eye on us...

Dad!

... and to keep track of what we were doing at all times.

We need to get out! Now!

An experienced wild animal wrangler who could train a baboon.

Somebody who is so close to us...

- ... we never even suspected him. - Are you kids packed?

- I got the Land Rover out front. - Bill!

What are you doing?

Yeah. Come on, lets hide.

Guys?

Huh...?

Get him!

- Left arm secured. - Right arm secured.

Legs secured.

Get off me, you miserable little punks!

Aha! The original painting, as I suspected. This is all the evidence we need.

Bob, call the police.

Not so fast. Youre not calling anyone.

If you ever want to see Chris again, youre going to do exactly what I say.

- And whats that? - Yourre going to get me the crown.

Why dont you get it yourself?

I bet old Wilbur booby-trapped his final resting place.

So if anyone is going to be crushed to death or shot full of arrows...

... or dropped into boiling oil, its gonna be you, not me.

But youre the Three Investigators.

You can solve any mystery, cant you?

So now its up to you. You have the plan.

You can find the treasure.

When you get the crown, take it to the Rhodes Memorial.

Youve got till five.

You fail...

... youll never see her again.

Good luck.

Get ready, Investigators.

Code Crimson.

- Unbelievably dangerous! - Unbelievably dangerous!

Pete, shine the light behind them.

TTwo lovers parted shall reunite If you can parse these words aright.

The Will is high, the Ratio low The Space tween birth and death doth grow.

Take my image and do not dread To rest in my eternal bed

It still doesnt make any sense.

How could I be so blind?

What? - I forgot the first rule of the investigator:

To see whats right in front of you!

Its all there!

Sir Horatio Wilbur. 1630-1665.

Its rather clever, actually, though a bit simplistic.

All right already, genius. Just tell us.

Okay. The Will is high.

Theres a Wil Wilbur. We have to make it high.

- Wow. - The Ratio is low...

That means you have to lower the ratio in Horatio!

Okay, but what does he mean by space tween birth and death doth grow?

Its just like it says.

You have to make the space between the dates grow!

Excellent deduction, Bob.

Whats the next line?

Take my image and do not dread.

My image...

I guess thats Sir Horatio.

Should we pull it out? - Theres a fifty per cent chance thatss right.

Okay.

Here goes.

Uh, I dont know about...

The ceilings coming down!

- Evidently that was the wrong solution. - Lets get out of here!

Oh no!

Oh great, were gonna get crushed to death. Again!

How much time do you calculate we have, Bob?

Id say thirty seconds!

Why is it always thirty seconds? Why not thirty minutes?

Or thirty hours? That would be a nice change of pace.

Ten seconds!

The lid to the grave! Prop it up!

It worked!

Into the grave!

- No! This cannot be happening! - Help!

- Help! - Okay, this is bad. Really bad.

Bill was right. The tomb was booby-trapped.

What was the last line of the poem?

To rest in my eternal bed.

Thats what werre going to do, all right.

Good joke, Horatio!

Were going to die in here.

Come on, guys. What are we?

Were the Three Investigators:

Weve never lost a case, and werre not going to now.

Bob is right. There has to be a way out of here.

Look around.

The Princess.

Two lovers parted shall reunite.

The two lovers.

Together in death.

Look at that necklace. Its looks just like the one that Chris has.

But how is that possible?

Because Chris is a direct descendant of Princess Sisa.

- And Sir Horatio Wilbur. - You just made that up, didnt you?

This was in Sir Horatios hand.

Its his farewell letter.

It seems that Grace had a child by Sir Horatio before she was killed.

Horatio, heartbroken, decided to bring the crown to Grace in her tomb...

... so they would remain together for eternity.

His last act was to have their portrait painted.

He then ripped it in two...

... and left one half to his black child and the other half to his white heirs.

lf some day in the distant future...

our black and white descendants can put aside their differences and labour together...

then they shall recover the crown.

It took four hundred years...

- ... but it happened. - Good investigating, Bob.

Lets go save Chris.

Come on. We got half an hour to get to the Rhodes Memorial!

You got the crown?

Yeah.

- But first, you hand over Chris. - For such an intelligent boy...

... you never understand who has the bargaining power.

I receive the crown first. Or else...

I still cant believe Bill is behind all this. We trusted him.

- But its not Bill. - Huh?

Jupiter, hes standing right there.

No, hes not.

- Yes, he is. - Bobs right.

You see, theres no such person as Bill... Allow me to introduce you to Victor Hugenay.

- Hugenay? - The forger of the Rembrandt?

You impress me, mon bon ami.

Few people can see past my disguises. Hm?

How did you know?

Who else could have done such a masterful forgery?

But you can never resist taking credit for your work.

Very clever. But not clever enough.

The crown, if you please.

- Magnifique. - Now let Chris go.

On second thought, I think I keep her as a travelling companion for a little while longer.

- No! - You promised!

Ah yes. But you see, I break my promises quite easily.

Stay where you are. If you follow...

... I will shoot the girl.

Dont turn around!

Ow! Let go of me!

- Help! Help! - Come on, lets go!

Let me go!

- Help! - Lets go!

- Help! - There he is!

- Oh no! - Run!

Help!

Ive got an idea!

- This one takes three. - Oh no...

Wind conditions are optimal! But I have no idea if this is going to work.

Dont worry. Ivve been paragliding before. Its fun.

- Have I mentioned that I have a fear of... - Run!

Here we go!

- Mummy...! - Jump!

Pete, what are you doing..?

I got this!

Pete, watch out...!

- I thought youd gone paragliding before! - Well, once... with an instructor.

Why arent you ever afraid of what you should be afraid of?

There he is!

Where is Hugenay?

Hes behind us! Hess getting closer

Are you crazy? Do you want to kill them?

Thats exactly what I want to do.

No! What are you doing?

No!

No!

We did it!

Ah! My plane ticket!

Hello there, ladies, can I get you another cup or coffee, or anything more to eat?

Hm, Pete Crenshaw... - Look up there!

Its a hang-glider! Three kids are hanging off it!

Check, please!

There he is!

Hes heading for the airport.

Cut it out! Do you want us to crash?

- Thats exactly what I want to do! - Theyrre fighting!

The gliders going down!

Stupid girl!

Merde!

We have to land!

Here goes!

Move!

I hope you had a pleasant flight.

You have to help us! Chris is in danger! We have to get to her quick!

- Hey, wheres Chris? - Shess over here, guys. Come on!

Putain de merde!

Get out of my way! Back off, back off!

This is the police! Get out of the way!

Officer, this is Victor Hugenay, the famous art forger.

He attacked Miss Wilbur with a baboon and he stole the crown of the...

- Xhosa... - ... princess. Arrest him!

You have not seen the last of Victor Hugenay!

- Are you okay? - Yeah, Im OK.

Thank you. That was a very generous thing you did in there, Miss Wilbur.

No, it wasnt.

Making Skeleton Island into a nature preserve and a museum will be good for both of us.

The fact is, you were right and I was wrong.

A Wilbur is always ready to admit a mistake.

- Really? - Besides, there is another reason.

Young lady, I believe you have something similar to this.

They fit together perfectly.

- Were cousins! - What?

Yes, its true. Bobss done his research.

Pete?

You dropped this.

I had to reschedule your flight for today.

But it was worth it.

Im proud of you.

The Three Investigators did a great job.

Thanks, Dad.

- I guess this is good-bye. - Yeah.

Goodbye, Bob.

Goodbye, Pete.

Pete...?

Pete...? Its okay.

And Jupiter...

I think we should preserve a correct detective-client relationship, dont you?

Get in the car, boys.

Lets go, boys.

Bob, dont tell your mom.

Bye, Chris.

Good-bye, Three Investigators!

Bye! Call me!

Hey Jupe.

What are you figuring out, Jupiter?

The number of jelly beans that can fit in the Empire State Building.

- Im glad yourre not wasting your time. - Itsss a magazine competition.

The prize is a golden Rolls Royce, replete with a chauffeur for a month.

Its never gonna happen.

Time to file away the Mystery of Skeleton Island.

And we can cross Victor Hugenay off our to-do list as well.

Perhaps.

Great.

Weve got two weeks of vacation left. Letss hit the beach!

Actually, I have heard of this mysterious haunted house not far from here.

Oh no!

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