Steve (Enters): Ah, what a beautiful día in the neighborhood! The pinball tournament is tonight and all my friends are gonna watch me play!
Mr and Mrs. Travis (enter): Junior! Junior! Where are you! Please come back!!! (Mrs Travis cries)
Steve: Hello Mr. and Mrs. Travis! (Gasp) Why Mrs Travis, what's the matter?
Mrs Travis (crying): Our baby Junior is GONE!!!
Steve: What?! What happened to him?
Mr. Travis: He's been kidnapped! We went to wake him up this morning and he wasn't in his crib.
Mrs Travis (crying): Instead we found this! (Shows baby dummy)
Steve: Oh my gosh! That is strange.
Mrs Travis (crying): We tried to find him, but we can't find him anywhere!!!
Steve (Hands her a hankie): Don't worry, I'll help you.
Mrs Travis (calms down and wipes tears): Thank you.
Steve: So how did the thief break into your house?
Mr Travis: Hmm. Oh wait. I remember! The baby thief left some clues. (Takes out phone) Here's a picture of a broken window in Junior's room. And look what I found on the broken frame. (Takes out blue hair) This strand of blue hair.
Steve: Hmm, how peculiar. Even I can't figure out who's hair this is. But I know someone who can!
Takes out phone and dials number
(Phone gibbering)
Steve: Hi officer. Can I speak to the detective?
(Phone gibbering)
Steve: Okay, thanks!
(Phone gibbering)
Steve: Hello detective? This is Steve. I need tu right away!
(Phone gibbering)
Steve: Where am I? I'm on 463 arce Street.
(Phone gibbering)
Steve: tu will? Oh good! Ok I'll see tu in a minute. Thank you, goodbye! (Hangs up)
Steve: Don't worry guys. The detective is on his way.
Sherlock: Fellers, I am here! (Enters)
Steve: Well that was quick!
Detective: Sherlock Squarepants is the name. Solving mysteries is my game. So what seems to be the trouble?
Mrs. Travis: Our baby has been stolen! The only clues the thief left were this dummy.
Mr. Travis: And this broken window and this strand of blue hair. Do tu know anyone in particular who might have done this?
Sherlock: No sir I haven't. But may I see that hair?
Mr. Travis: Yes detective Squarepants.
Sherlock: (uses magnifying glass)Mmm hmm. (Smells hair) Mmm hmm. (Licks it) Mmm hmm. I'm picking up the scent of game tokens, pinball machine grease and floor popcorn.
Steve: That's the arcade! Maybe the thief is an employee over there!
Mr. Travis: Well then, what are we waiting for? Let's go!
All run around stage
Curtain opens mostrando wrecked arcade
Steve and the gang gasp.
Steve: Whoa! What happened here?
Mrs. Travis: My goodness! What a mess!
Sherlock: Well that does it! Now I got two mysteries to solve. Who estola the baby and who tore this place up?
Steve: You're right, Sherlock. This is a mystery. All I know is that Josh is not going to be happy about this.
Mrs. Travis: Who's Josh?
Steve: The manager of the arcade.
Mr. Travis: Uh guys? Who's hand is that sticking out from under this pinball game?
(Josh groans from underneath game)
Steve: Oh no! It's Josh! Quick everyone! Help me get this thing off him!
All grunt while lifting machine off of Josh
Steve: Whew! Got it! hola Josh! Are tu okay?
Josh (groaning): Ugh! I am now.
Sherlock: Hello Josh. I'm detective Squarepants. May I ask, where were tu when the Travis family's baby has been stolen last night?
Josh: Your baby has been stolen?
Mrs Travis: Yes! Some blue haired thief estola me and my husband's child.
Josh: Aw I'm sorry to hear that ma'am. Anyway, I must have still been under this rubble when your child was kidnapped.
Steve: I see. And I guess there's no pinball tournament today now that Cirqus Voltaire and the arcade are damaged, huh Josh?
Mr. Travis: Don't worry Steve. I used to work at this arcade when I was younger and my job was to fix the machines. I'll have your pinball game fixed up in no time!
Steve: Oh thank tu Mr. Travis!
Josh: Yes please do that sir!
Mr Travis fixes machine in the background.
Steve: So Josh, tell me what happened here.
Sherlock: Yes please tell us. I'll write some notes while tu talk. (Takes out notebook and pen and takes notes)
Josh: Well, let me say this first. Steve, the tournament is off. Because Cirqus Voltaire is...haunted!
Steve: What? What are tu talking about?
Josh: Last night I was closing up shop, then all of a sudden, the ringmaster came to life. It was talking to me!
Steve: Of course it does. Maybe there was just a slight malfunction.
Josh: No, I mean it dicho my name and was verbally communicating with me! Then the siguiente thing I knew...BLAM! I was trapped under all this rubble.
Sherlock: Sheesh. Sounds like a major malfunction.
Mr. Travis: hola Josh! I think you're missing a piece in this pinball machine.
Josh: Let me see. (Looks at machine) Holy smokes you're right! Steve: What piece is it?
Josh: The ringmaster! And wait a minute. Wasn't the lady on the backdrop holding a mask? And since when did the clear plastic cover get a hole cut on it?!
Steve: hola wait a sec! Blue hair, missing ringmaster, and a broken cover on the machine? I think I know who did it!
All: Who?
Steve: Voltaire!
Sherlock: Who is this Voltaire?
Steve: He's the evil ringmaster of the pinball game! According to this book I got last night (takes out book) Voltaire will be so fed up with being defeated that he might escape his machine and cause trouble everywhere!
Mrs. Travis: Steve, are tu sure you're not making this up?
Steve: No way.
Sherlock: Well it does sound like a made up story. But just in case, we must keep our eyes peeled for any signs of trouble.
Cat: Help! Help!
Mr. Travis: Who was that?
Steve: Why, I know that voice any where! It's my sweetheart, Cat Valentine! She's not really my girlfriend, although I wish she was. And she don't know that I amor her. But let's go find her and save her! C'mon guys! (All exit)
Curtain closes
Mr and Mrs. Travis (enter): Junior! Junior! Where are you! Please come back!!! (Mrs Travis cries)
Steve: Hello Mr. and Mrs. Travis! (Gasp) Why Mrs Travis, what's the matter?
Mrs Travis (crying): Our baby Junior is GONE!!!
Steve: What?! What happened to him?
Mr. Travis: He's been kidnapped! We went to wake him up this morning and he wasn't in his crib.
Mrs Travis (crying): Instead we found this! (Shows baby dummy)
Steve: Oh my gosh! That is strange.
Mrs Travis (crying): We tried to find him, but we can't find him anywhere!!!
Steve (Hands her a hankie): Don't worry, I'll help you.
Mrs Travis (calms down and wipes tears): Thank you.
Steve: So how did the thief break into your house?
Mr Travis: Hmm. Oh wait. I remember! The baby thief left some clues. (Takes out phone) Here's a picture of a broken window in Junior's room. And look what I found on the broken frame. (Takes out blue hair) This strand of blue hair.
Steve: Hmm, how peculiar. Even I can't figure out who's hair this is. But I know someone who can!
Takes out phone and dials number
(Phone gibbering)
Steve: Hi officer. Can I speak to the detective?
(Phone gibbering)
Steve: Okay, thanks!
(Phone gibbering)
Steve: Hello detective? This is Steve. I need tu right away!
(Phone gibbering)
Steve: Where am I? I'm on 463 arce Street.
(Phone gibbering)
Steve: tu will? Oh good! Ok I'll see tu in a minute. Thank you, goodbye! (Hangs up)
Steve: Don't worry guys. The detective is on his way.
Sherlock: Fellers, I am here! (Enters)
Steve: Well that was quick!
Detective: Sherlock Squarepants is the name. Solving mysteries is my game. So what seems to be the trouble?
Mrs. Travis: Our baby has been stolen! The only clues the thief left were this dummy.
Mr. Travis: And this broken window and this strand of blue hair. Do tu know anyone in particular who might have done this?
Sherlock: No sir I haven't. But may I see that hair?
Mr. Travis: Yes detective Squarepants.
Sherlock: (uses magnifying glass)Mmm hmm. (Smells hair) Mmm hmm. (Licks it) Mmm hmm. I'm picking up the scent of game tokens, pinball machine grease and floor popcorn.
Steve: That's the arcade! Maybe the thief is an employee over there!
Mr. Travis: Well then, what are we waiting for? Let's go!
All run around stage
Curtain opens mostrando wrecked arcade
Steve and the gang gasp.
Steve: Whoa! What happened here?
Mrs. Travis: My goodness! What a mess!
Sherlock: Well that does it! Now I got two mysteries to solve. Who estola the baby and who tore this place up?
Steve: You're right, Sherlock. This is a mystery. All I know is that Josh is not going to be happy about this.
Mrs. Travis: Who's Josh?
Steve: The manager of the arcade.
Mr. Travis: Uh guys? Who's hand is that sticking out from under this pinball game?
(Josh groans from underneath game)
Steve: Oh no! It's Josh! Quick everyone! Help me get this thing off him!
All grunt while lifting machine off of Josh
Steve: Whew! Got it! hola Josh! Are tu okay?
Josh (groaning): Ugh! I am now.
Sherlock: Hello Josh. I'm detective Squarepants. May I ask, where were tu when the Travis family's baby has been stolen last night?
Josh: Your baby has been stolen?
Mrs Travis: Yes! Some blue haired thief estola me and my husband's child.
Josh: Aw I'm sorry to hear that ma'am. Anyway, I must have still been under this rubble when your child was kidnapped.
Steve: I see. And I guess there's no pinball tournament today now that Cirqus Voltaire and the arcade are damaged, huh Josh?
Mr. Travis: Don't worry Steve. I used to work at this arcade when I was younger and my job was to fix the machines. I'll have your pinball game fixed up in no time!
Steve: Oh thank tu Mr. Travis!
Josh: Yes please do that sir!
Mr Travis fixes machine in the background.
Steve: So Josh, tell me what happened here.
Sherlock: Yes please tell us. I'll write some notes while tu talk. (Takes out notebook and pen and takes notes)
Josh: Well, let me say this first. Steve, the tournament is off. Because Cirqus Voltaire is...haunted!
Steve: What? What are tu talking about?
Josh: Last night I was closing up shop, then all of a sudden, the ringmaster came to life. It was talking to me!
Steve: Of course it does. Maybe there was just a slight malfunction.
Josh: No, I mean it dicho my name and was verbally communicating with me! Then the siguiente thing I knew...BLAM! I was trapped under all this rubble.
Sherlock: Sheesh. Sounds like a major malfunction.
Mr. Travis: hola Josh! I think you're missing a piece in this pinball machine.
Josh: Let me see. (Looks at machine) Holy smokes you're right! Steve: What piece is it?
Josh: The ringmaster! And wait a minute. Wasn't the lady on the backdrop holding a mask? And since when did the clear plastic cover get a hole cut on it?!
Steve: hola wait a sec! Blue hair, missing ringmaster, and a broken cover on the machine? I think I know who did it!
All: Who?
Steve: Voltaire!
Sherlock: Who is this Voltaire?
Steve: He's the evil ringmaster of the pinball game! According to this book I got last night (takes out book) Voltaire will be so fed up with being defeated that he might escape his machine and cause trouble everywhere!
Mrs. Travis: Steve, are tu sure you're not making this up?
Steve: No way.
Sherlock: Well it does sound like a made up story. But just in case, we must keep our eyes peeled for any signs of trouble.
Cat: Help! Help!
Mr. Travis: Who was that?
Steve: Why, I know that voice any where! It's my sweetheart, Cat Valentine! She's not really my girlfriend, although I wish she was. And she don't know that I amor her. But let's go find her and save her! C'mon guys! (All exit)
Curtain closes