Chapter 3

"Who disappeared this time?" Count Pichu wanted to know.

"Don't know." Dudley admitted. "But I'll check. They left their cell phone here." Dudley picked up the cell phone, and looked at it. The screen read: Kitty Katswell, Cats rule, dogs drool." There was a picture of her and the Eiffel Tower in the background.

"Oh my gosh!" He said. "It's Kitty's!" He then flipped the phone closed, and then dropped to the ground. He then threw back his head, and shouted "NOOOOOOO!" He began to cry, putting his paws to his face. "Why, Kitty, why?" He cried and cried.

"I don't get it." Skipper spoke. They all looked at him, even Dudley who stopped crying. "First Stan and now Kitty. Kitty is now MIA" Dudley looked at him confused.

"Kitty changed her name to Mia?"

"No you dumb dog!" Timmy snapped. "MIA as in missing in action!" Dudley stood up.

"Oh right, I knew that!" Timmy sighed.

"Sure you did!" Tuff added. Tiff saw something in the snow, footprints and tire tracks. She bent down by them.

"Look at these footprints!" She cried out. The cartoons looked at where she was pointing to. "One of them must be Kitty's, but the other one looks like tire tracks."

"Interesting." Kowalski theorized. "It looks like the culprit didn't want us to see their footprints, so they used a vehicle or something. How odd." He pondered about this for a moment. He looked at Cosmo and Wanda. "I mean peculiar, how peculiar."

"We have another case on our hands." Count Pichu said. "But we'll solve it in the morning. Right now it's late, goodnight!" He and Ms. Gummle went for their bedrooms. All the cartoons then slowly backed out, and did the same except Dudley who stayed put, tears still in his eyes.

"Kitty." He said, wiping his tears away. "I'll find you, don't give up hope." He then began to howl like a coyote in the moonlight.

Roger then went back outside, grabbed his tail, and dragged him away.

"Come on you." He said.

When they were back in Dudley's room, Roger let go of Dudley's tail, and went to his room, locking the door behind him. Dudley stood up, hopped into bed, circled three times, and went to sleep.

All the lights in the entire lodge were now off as everyone was sound asleep except Cosmo, Wanda, Timmy, and Poof's room. They were still getting ready for bed and waiting on Cosmo and Timmy who decided to play in the Game Room on the second floor.

"I beat you 86 times!" Timmy bragged as he and Cosmo entered their room.

"Yeah!" Cosmo agreed. "You sure are good!"

"Thanks!" Wanda glared at them.

"Guys," She scolded. "Be quiet; people are trying to sleep!"

"Ah right babe!" Cosmo said, and then kissed her.

"Remember to lock the door!" Wanda reminded them. "I don't want a robber to break in."

"Check!" Timmy said. He shut the door, but didn't lock it properly.

Wanda tucked Poof into his crib.

"Good night sweetie." Wanda kissed Poof's head goodnight.

"Good night Poof!" Cosmo added, kissing him too, and Timmy and Wanda then crawled into their own beds. Cosmo was about to get into his bed when Wanda spoke to him.

"Cosmo." She started. "You know, with a kidnapper loose, I'm worried that Poof or Timmy might be the next victim. Can you stay awake tonight and guard the room?"

"Sure thing babe!" Cosmo said, giving her the thumbs up. "Anything for you sweetie!" Wanda smiled.

"Thanks!" With that, Wanda turned over, and fell asleep. She poofed off the lights.

Cosmo flew over to his son's crib. He patted his son's head.

"You won't get kidnapped Poof." Cosmo reassured the sleeping baby. "Not with me around. I, as your responsible father shall look after you and protect you at all costs! I will…zzz." His head dropped, and he fell asleep.

Downstairs the next morning, all of the cartoons were sitting at the dining room table except Cosmo, Poof, Timmy, and Wanda. The penguins had made waffles for breakfast. They ate in silence, each one wondering who the kidnapper could be.

"That's it!" Charmander decided, putting his fork on the table. "Someone's got to solve this mystery, and it might as well be us!" He looked at his friend. "Grimer?"

"Oh right!" Grimer said. "We'll get them once we finish eating."

"Get what?" Roger wanted to know.

"You'll see!"

Up in their rooms, they were putting their stuff on as the others waited outside their door.

"What's going on?" Roger asked. "What are they getting?"

"Their Chorlock Holmes and Grimsby outfits." Mrs. Gummle explained. Roger looked at her.

"What?"

"That what they disguise themselves whenever they want to solve a mystery. They call themselves Charlock Holmes and Grimsby."

"You know," Klaus stated. "Like Sherlock Holmes and his trusty companion Watson." Roger looked at him.

"I know what they model after!" He shouted. "I'm not stupid Klaus!" Klaus looked hurt.

Charmander and Grimer came out in their proper detectives uniforms.

"Charlock!" Charmander announced, stepping out of the room wearing a deerstalker cap and matching small cape. He held a magnifying glass in his hand.

"And Grimsby!" Grimer added, emerging wearing a bowler hat.

"You think putting on outfits would make you good detectives?" Tuff demanded.

"Sure!" Charmander responded. "Already we're noticing crazy important clues! Like, uh… like how everybody disappeared without a trace!"

"Yeah!" Grimer agreed. "And nowhere to be found! Almost like magic!"

"Magic!" Dudley piped up. "That's it! One of the fairies or Timmy is the culprit!" The cartoons looked at him.

"No." Grimer explained. "It couldn't have been, they all were with us when we discovered Kitty's disappearance."

"Everyone except Poof."

"Yeah, but Poof's just a baby. Besides, he is still working with his magic. He…" Then all the cartoons realized something at once.

Cosmo, Timmy, and Wanda had just woken up (Their alarms had just went off five minutes ago), and Wanda was making their beds in a hurry. All of the other cartoons burst in. Dudley pointed his ray gun at them (That he just picked up from his room). They all didn't look pleased, except Tiff, who looked rather embarrassed. Wanda, confused, floated over to them.

"Is anything wrong?" She asked.

"Besides the fact that you didn't knock first?" Cosmo added. "It's considered rude to just come in without knocking first. Wanda and my mama taught me that, and Timmy's mom taught him the same; you should all go to manner school for this!"

"Never mind about that." Dudley said, sounding serious. "We know Poof did it." Cosmo looked nervous.

Oh no! He thought to himself. Who told them that I snuck in a chicken nugget last night before we went to see what happened to the CIA guy? Wanda frowned, looking at Cosmo and Timmy.

"Who?" She wanted to know, suspiciously.

"Poof!" Dudley answered. Wanda looked back at him, shocked.

"What? What did Poof do?

"Last night he was the only one who didn't come when we discovered Kitty was catnapped. Ergo, Poof catnapped Kitty!"

"But Poof's just a baby!"

"That's what I keep telling him." Tiff said. "But does he believe me? No; not one bit! They're just like the Cappies, never believing me because of my age." Dudley ignored her.

"That's what they all say!" The dog continued. "The Chief said never to trust anyone when you're trying to solve a crime, not even cute, innocent looking babies; now hand him over!"

"No! Poof didn't do it; stop it, I refuse to let you hurt him!"

"Yeah!" Cosmo added. "So just back off!" He flew to Poof's crib, and kissed his son's forehead. "We know you didn't do it Poof."

"NONSENSE!" Dudley barked. He marched to the fairy baby's crib. "Poof did it and there's no doubt about it!"

Wanda was about to stop him when it was too late. Dudley pulled off the covers, and everybody gasped at what was underneath. For it wasn't Poof, it was a soccer ball. The top half was painted like his face. Wanda threw the ball and sheets aside frantically, looking for her son.

"Where is he?" She cried. "Where is my baby?"

"I kissed a soccer ball?" Cosmo said, disgusted. "Ick! I have soccer ball germs now!" He tried to rub the taste off of his tongue.

"Ha, ha!" Roger laughed, pointing. "Cosmo kissed a soccer ball, Cosmo kissed a soccer ball!"

"You know," Private told him. "For an adult cartoon, you sure know how to be immature." Roger looked at him. "I thought since your audience is older then ours, that you will be a positive role model for us. But nooooo, it just doesn't work that way I guess."

"I know; it's how I roll okay?" They paid attention to the others.

"Looks like this is a job for Charlock Holmes!" Charmander said, proudly.

"And his faithful companion…Grimsby!" Grimer added.

"This would have been the perfect case for Wheels and the Legman." Roger said. "If Steve were here which he's not."

"I can be a replacement for the Wheels." Klaus offered. Roger looked at him. "Except I don't have wheels so how about Fins and the Legman, huh? I like that name. Fins and the Legman. With me on your side, we'll be the greatest detectives ever; we don't need Steve! Huh, what do you say? Fins and the Legman?" Klaus smiled at his idea.

"No, that's a terrible name." Klaus' smile vanished. "Besides, it just wouldn't be the same without Steve. The Pokemon called dibs first. One detective team is plenty." Klaus looked angry.

"Okay, be that way!" Klaus crossed his fins on his chest, looking disappointed.

"Okay," Charmander said. "First, we need to look for clues. Now, we have two clues already. The sleeping gas that was discovered in the bathroom and the tire tracks outside on the balcony. Now there's only one thing to do."

"What's that Charlock?" Grimer asked.

"Middle school, my dear Grimsby." Grimer looked confused again.

"Uh, don't you mean Elementary?"

"Sherlock Holmes learned all of this in Elementary?"

"No, no, I think its Elementary, my dear Grimsby, not middle school."

"How about High School then?"

"No, no matter what you say, it's still Elementary."

"Are you sure it's not preschool, or maybe college?"

"Positive."

"No, I'm pretty sure it's middle school."

"No, no! You have it all wrong my friend it's elementary and always will be elementary."

"So you're saying it's elementary?" Grimer nodded. "How about…?"

"Guys!" Timmy snapped, getting tired of this charade with the other cartoons. The two Pokemon looked at the kid. "Can we just get to the point?"

"The point?" Grimer asked. "Oh yeah, the point! Uh, Charlock, what was the point again?"

"Beats me! I guess with our debating, I forgot." The cartoons all groaned.

"WHAT ABOUT MY BABY!" Wanda screeched hysterically. "HE'S GONE WITHOUT A TRACE AND YOU'RE PLAYING DRESS-UP!"

"This isn't dress-up, lady. We're detectives." Charmander replied, adjusting his deerstalker cap. "And don't worry, we'll find your baby when we find everyone else!"

"When will that be!" Wanda sobbed as Cosmo held her consolingly. "A minute ago you were accusing my baby! What kind of detectives are you!"

"Yeah, sorry about that." Grimer apologized. "Obviously we need more clues, like… uh…"

"Like this soccer ball?" Tiff offered. "Why did the kidnapper make a fake Poof, but not for the others?"

"Uhhh…" Charmander pondered. "Maybe to buy more time?"

"Are we going to go look over the lodge again?" Tuff asked.

"That's the plan, Stan." Count Pichu told him. Roger cried again, and Klaus consoled him.

"I miss Stan so much!" He sobbed. Count Pichu realized his mistake.

"I mean that's the plan." Roger stopped crying. Klaus let him be.

"Let's all split up and search the rooms again." The Count continued. "Tuff, Dudley, Perry, Phineas, Isabella, Kirby, Klaus, and Roger, you search downstairs. Ms. Gummle, Tiff, Grimer, Charmander and myself will look up here. The penguins, SpongeBob, and his pink friend can look in the basement. We'll meet in the lounge in a half hour for a status report; cheerio everyone!" With that, all of the left the room except Pichu.

"What abou'me?" Pichu whined. "I want to play hide an' go look, too! Cousim!"

"Oh, very well. You can look with us." Count Pichu sighed, leaning back into the room.

"Yangs!" Pichu cheered, scurrying after his wealthy relation.

"Hey Rog!" Klaus said to him. The alien was carrying him downstairs.

"You never called me Rog before." Roger said. "But, keep going."

"If the culprit tries to capture me, here is what I'll do. I'll be like…" He pretended to be frightened. "Oh no culprit! Don't come any closer; I'm warning you! I have the dreadful Ick, the contagious fish disease! Noooooo!" He stopped faking. "So, what do you think?" Roger looked at him. Klaus smiled at his 'wundabar' idea.

"You are such a drama king Klaus, no one will buy that." Klaus's smile vanished once more.

As Perry was about to go into the library with his owner and Isabella, his watched beeped. He paused, and looked at it on his hand. It was an incoming message from his boss. Odd, he told (Or wrote down on his notepad and showed it to them) the Major and Carl that he was going to be gone all weekend; he wondered what he wanted. He pressed the button, and a text showed up on screen. He read it, it read: "Agent P, trouble afoot, please come to HQ quickly."

He shut it off, and went towards the door. He checked to make sure no one was looking (especially Phineas and Isabella) and stood up on two feet, and put his fedora on his head (he packed it just in case).

He was about to go out in the freezing cold when all of a sudden, a burlap bag snatched him up. He did a frightened chatter.

A half hour later, nearly all of the cartoons were back in the lounge. They were just waiting on Phineas.

"Hey!" Dudley suggested. "I know what we can do until Phineas comes back!" He picked up one of the foils from its holder. "Let's fence! Who will challenge me?"

"Ooh me!" Patrick volunteered. "Pick me!" SpongeBob looked at his friend.

"Patrick?" He questioned. "You fence?"

"Nope!" The starfish simply said. "This is a brand new experience for me." SpongeBob sighed as Patrick went up to challenge Dudley. Patrick picked up the other foil.

"You are no match for me!" Dudley said, swinging his foil around. "I'll easily cream you."

"Oh yeah!" Patrick challenged. "I think it'll be you who'll lose!"

"We'll soon see."

"Patrick, don't do anything stupid." SpongeBob pleaded. Klaus looked at the sponge.

"Pleasssssseeeee!" He said. "Knowing Patrick, he'll probably do something stupid."

"Oh, I just can't look!" With that, he covered his eyes with his hands.

"En Guade!" Dudley shouted, and just like that the fight began. Dudley was wailing on Patrick, and Patrick was just standing there, having no clue what to do. He looked drowsy. He was about to fall asleep standing up when Count Pichu shouted:

"You need to parry Patrick!" Patrick snapped back into reality, and look at him.

"What?" He wanted to know.

"You need to parry!"

"What?" The Count was about to shout again, when they heard Phinea's voice.

"PERRY!" The boy called, running into the lounge.

"Well, why didn't you say so?" The starfish parried the attack, and stuck his foil in Dudley's eyes!" Dudley yelped in pain, paws on eyes.

"Ow!" He said. "You stabbed me in the eyes! Why would you do that, ow!" Patrick just shrugged.

"Sorry." He responded. "Just doing my job." The rich Pichu said to parry, so I did."

"Oh Perry!" Phineas kept calling. "Where are you boy, Perry!" Isabella came up to him, looking worried.

"So, you didn't find him?" She asked. Phineas looked sad.

"No." He said. "And since we're not in our backyard where he usually disappears, I think he really might be missing." Dudley uncovered his eyes, and looked at the sad, worried boy.

"We'll find him." Charmander promised him. "Another case for Charlock Holmes and Grimsby!" Phineas cheered up, and smiled at them.

"Thanks!" He said. "I know you will." The Pokemon smiled back. Grimer then looked at the rest of them.

"But seriously guys," He told them. "We need to think! Who would've done all this?"

"Think!" Charmander added.

Cosmo then burst into laughter. All cartoons looked at him.

"Think?" He wanted to know. "Timmy can't think! He doesn't allow his brain to; it's too hard for him. Why when you see 'Timmy' and 'Think' in the same sentence, you get doesn't in the…"

"SHUT UP!" Klaus roared at him. Cosmo immediately stopped laughing.

"Grimer's right guys." Tiff told them all. "We need to focus!" The cartoons all started to think.

"Maybe it was SpongeBob." Dudley suggested minutes later. SpongeBob gasped in shock.

"It was not!" He shouted. "Why would you even accuse me of such a thing?"

"Well," Dudley thought about this. "Maybe you were so scared of the kidnapper that you started kidnapping the others one by one!" SpongeBob was about to object, when he realized something.

"Well, actually, you might be right, that would've have been something I'll do. In fact, I was kind of thinking of it too. But it wasn't me! It could've been you too! You would think the same thing!" This time, Dudley was shocked.

"You take that back; I did not! Maybe it was the starfish!"

"What? No; Patrick wouldn't hurt a fly! Maybe it was Count Pichu because of the thing about business opportunities he mentioned earlier." Count Pichu gasped this time.

"What? Me? You got to be crazy! True I wanted money, but I would never sink that low!"

"Amb I's too cutes to dos it!" Pichu piped up.

"Hey, maybe it was Roger." Tuff spoke. "Maybe he's gone psycho; he would do that you know!" Roger looked shocked.

"What?" He asked. "It wasn't me, maybe it was the fish! I mean everybody hates him."

"What?" Klaus wanted to know. Roger looked at all the cartoons who were silent and all glaring at him.

"What? Everybody hates him! Wait, no? Just Stan, me, Francine, and the whole American Dad cast? Ohhh right, kid cartoons; you and your kind hearts,"

"See Roger?" Klaus asked. "I just knew I had a fan base somewhere; I just knew it; I am even the author's favorite character of the show!"

"Because she pities you, claims you are funny, and that you are an animal?" Klaus looked appalled by this.

"I AM too funny!"

"Whatever!" The cartoons kept on arguing.

Kirby then saw something in the corner of his eye.

"Poyo?" He wondered. Then he saw it again, a piece of bacon!

"Poyo!" The star warrior cheered, his mouth watering. He ran for it, and was about to pick it up, when it jolted away from him.

"Poyo?" He asked himself. He tried again; again, the bacon jolted.

"Poyo?" The bacon then zoomed around Kirby. Kirby looked determined.

"Poyo!" He stated playing chase with the bacon. The bacon went faster and went to the next room. Kirby didn't give up though; he just kept chasing it like it was a runaway child.

Private looked up to see Kirby was missing.

"Uh oh." He said to himself. "This is not good; now Kirby's missing! That or either he's in the kitchen. I better go find him." He waddled slowly away from the arguing cartoons, and headed for the kitchen. "I bet he's in the kitchen. That Kirby and his enormous stomach. Why I bet he can eat a whole elephant if he wanted to."

He waddled in the kitchen and looked all around. To his surprise, Kirby wasn't in the kitchen.

"Kirby?" He started calling. "Kirby! Where are you, Kirby?" He then sighed when it was no use.

"I don't get it, if he's not in the kitchen, then where…" Then the penguin saw Kirby in the halls running after the bacon.

"There he is!" Private cried out. He then ran after Kirby.

"Kirby!" He called out. "Kirby! Come on, it's time to…" He then stopped in his tracks and gasped. The bacon was attached to a sting!

"This is not good." He said to himself. Then out loud, he ran towards Kirby. "Nooooo! He then stopped when he was between himself and the bacon. Kirby looked at the brave little penguin, confused.

"Poyo?"

"Kirby, I'm sorry, but don't you see that this is a trap?"

"Poyo?"

"It's like the money trick that the humans do to prank one another."

"Poyo?" He then looked mad. "Poyo!"

"No!" He picked up the string attached. Kirby looked at it in wonder.

"Poyo?"

"See? It's a trap! The culprit is probably waiting until you come closer, and then he'll make his or her's move then snatch you up just like the others! Don't you see? The culprit used your fondness of food against you!" Kirby then looked ashamed.

"Poyo." Private then smiled at him.

"Don't fret through; you didn't know!" Kirby then cheered up. He then began waddling towards where the other cartoons were.

"Come on let's go before…" Suddenly something snatched Private up in a burlap bag. Kirby was shocked!

"Save yourself Kirby!" The penguin shouted while struggling. "Warn the others! Tell them I need heeelllllpppppp!" He then was dragged away.

"Poyo?" The star warrior then looked determined, he ran into the other room to warn the others.

The cartoons were still arguing when Kirby rushed in.

"Poyo!" He cried as loud as he could. All of the cartoons stopped to look at him. Tuff and Tiff went to him.

"What is it Kirby?" Tiff wanted to know. Kirby tried to explain.

"Poyo!" Roger gasped.

"Did a boy fall and get trapped down into a well?" Roger asked. "You readers probably suspected that one was coming, didn't you? But you just got to love the classics!"

Kirby shook his head.

"Poyo, poyo!"

"Oh Kirby." Tiff said. "If only you could talk, then we could understand you." Skipper then noticed Private's absence.

"Hold the phone!" He told the cartoons, looking around. "Where's Private?" Count Pichu then gasped.

"Oh no!" He cried. "With a kidnapper on the loose; nobody's safe; not even my…MONEY!" He then rushed to his office. The other cartoons followed.

Once in the office, the worried rich electric rodent quickly opened his safe. Sure enough, his money was gone. He went to his vaults room, and opened his safes. They were all empty! Even his money pool was all gone! He then was transfixed.

"My money…" He said. "All… gone!" He then fainted. The cartoons gasped. Some paced frantically, bumping into each other, standing up, and doing it all over again screaming.

"What will we do?!" SpongeBob wanted to know. "A kidnapper is on the loose; the kidnapper is on the loose!"

"I just remembered!" Patrick said. "I left the stove on at home! NOOOOOOO!" He and SpongeBob ran back and forth, frantically screaming like the end of the world is near.

"Where's my baby? Where's my baby?" Wanda panicked.

"Where's my pants!" Cosmo gasped.

"You still have them on, you moron!" Timmy shouted. Cosmo stopped pacing, and looked down at himself. He sighed with relief.

"Glad these babies are not lost." He explained. "That would be embarrassing! Kids, never leave home without pants!"

"Where's my bone? Where's my bone?" Dudley wined. He then noticed the unfinished bone he got from his suitcase next to him. He stopped. "Oh, there it is!" He went to the bone, laid down, and started to chew on it.

Tiff tried to settle them down. "Guys!" No luck. "Guys!" No luck again. She was about to yell as loud as she could when she noticed something. Count Pichu was gone!

She gasped to herself. Where did the Count go? She wondered to herself. She then noticed Kirby was missing too. She gasped again; Kirby's gone too! She thought to herself again.

"Well," Roger said. "I'm not going to sit here and watch this idiot show; I'm going to the wine cellar and do what I enjoy, drink wines and get excessively drunk!" He walked away.

"Wait!" Tiff called after him, following him. "It's not safe to walk alone; you could get kidnapped like the others!"

"Kid," Roger told her when she was walking by his side. "I'm from an adult cartoon; I think I can manage." The alien went further. Tiff looked determined and ran after him.

When she was by the caller door entrance, she followed him down the mini stone corridor inside of the door.

Once she was down, she entered the lit wine room. She gasped. Not only did she see the alien getting drunk, but the missing cartoons were all down here as well. They all were tied up, and had tape covering their mouths. They all struggled to get free but couldn't. Kirby jumped by her.

"Poyo! Poyo!" Kirby's voice was muffled by the tape. Near Kirby was Stan.

"Kirby; Stan!" She cried out. "Everyone's here. Perry, Count Pichu, his money, everybody!" Roger noticed this.

"Oh!" He realized. "I didn't see them all here. I guess they are." He drank more wine. He lowered his glass to talk some more. "I solved the mystery; I'm a hero!" He drank some more.

Tiff untied and removed the star warrior's tape and ropes. She untaped Stan's mouth too and was untying him.

"What happened?" She wanted to know.

"Tiff!" Stan said to her. "Get out; save yourself! The kidnapper is…" Suddenly the lights went out.

Tiff screamed and lost her hands on the rope. The lights went back on; and she gasped. A shadowy figure appeared. Tiff gasped. Roger kept on drinking.

"Boy." He said. "This is good! It's like I'm watching a horror movie right before my eyes! Nicccceeeee!" He drank some more.

He spit out the wine that he was drinking when the culprit emerged from the shadows and into the light.

"It's you!" The cappy girl cried. "Y-you're the kidnapper!"