Trilbies and Tribulations Paradise Cafe

-I'm part of the gang now. They trust me.

-But can I trust you, Chloe.

Agh!

No!

It'll be totally like... Agh!

So you were saying something about a totally wah party!

Forget it, Robbo, you've blown it.

This coral nightmare is more complicated than I thought.

Any more bills and we'll have to leave the island and go home.

It's a customer feedback questionnaire

to help maximise growth and profit.

Megan wants a worldwide chain of coffee shops by the time she's 15.

You think it'll take that long.

Just write down what you like and what you don't like about the cafe,

-then I can make it better.

-I'll tell you what's wrong with your diner,

I've been waiting here ten minutes and still you don't take my order.

I'm sorry, but you are a ghost, aren't you?

It's hard to tell when you're invisible.

Ah, skip it, kid, I ain't interested in your two-dime menu anyway.

No...

No coffee, doughnuts, not even a stack of pancakes and maple syrup.

Eh, Mr? I don't know when you're from,

but nowadays we have this thing called healthy eating.

Eh, zip it, kid, watch your lip.

You're talking to Eddie Chisel PI.

My card.

Call me if you've ever got a case needs solving.

CRASH! >

Exit's that way?

It's your hat, is it?

-And punk kids who steal it end up sleeping with the fishes.

-Cool.

Oh, wait, that's a threat, isn't it?

Agh! Agh!

"Cafe needs a rollercoaster.

"Cafe should get a pet hippo." These aren't the ideas I wanted.

The only good idea came from a ghost.

We do need a bigger menu.

Like gross coffee and greasy pancakes?

Mmm. Something more healthy,

but still tasty,

like, say,

Mum's banana brownies.

Mum's banana brownies. They were lush.

I could make them and sell them in the cafe.

You could, but you don't have the recipe.

You do.

Mum's recipe is an age-old family secret,

handed down from generation to generation.

It's not my fault Mum got sick

before she had the chance to give it to me.

-Hey, you've still got me and dad.

-So you'll give me the recipe?

No way. You'll just lose it.

Mum trusted me, the eldest, to keep it safe, and that's what I'll do.

-Why aren't you ready?

-He doesn't want to go in the sea.

He's afraid the gangster ghost might be in it.

You didn't see him.

-How about you?

-Oh, well, I don't have my bathing costume.

and, well, um... the sea looks...cold.

I just remembered, I've got to be somewhere. Got to fly.

Do you ever think there's something strange about Chloe?

Yeah, I think I know what it is.

She's a girl.

CRICKETS CHIRP

-I've decided you need my help.

-You? Bake?

What about your precious nails?

My Mum's always been too busy to bake.

It looks kind of fun.

What's this then?

A whisk.

Abi, you can't help. It's a secret recipe.

No-one can know its ingredients, but me.

Turn around - I need to look at the recipe again.

Fine. And FYI, I don't even like brownies.

Oh, no!

Oh, no, no, no, no!

It's gone! The recipe's gone!

All I'm saying that instead of playing beach cricket,

you could be finding out about the sea ghosts

and trying to discover something that can stop them or someone.

Like a ninja.

A pirate.

-Pirates are better than ninjas.

-What about a ninja pirate?

It'll be, like, the hardest man that ever lived.

Will you two shut up about ninja pirates?

I'm trying to help you so you don't have to be scared any more.

Scared? Who's scared?

OK, I am,

but that's why I invented this baby.

I'm not the biggest cleaner in the world,

-but isn't that your grandma's Dust Buster?

-No, it's a ghost sucker.

Any phantoms mess with me,

I'll flick the switch and trap them forever.

I'm going to get our drinks, then we're playing cricket.

It was in this plastic container.

It's got to be around here somewhere.

Robbo! What a nice surprise!

Is that a new t-shirt you're wearing? It looks great.

What have you done, Megan?

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-Robbo!

What's happened?

Megan took Robbo's recipe, lost it,

Robbo found out, exploded, and I'm glad I'm an only child.

I said you can't have it. I said you'd lose it and you have!

I didn't lose it, a ghost stole it.

It must've been invisible and snuck in.

-Why would a ghost steal Mum's recipe?

-I don't know, but I think I know how to get it back. Let's go.

I don't want to be in the same room, on the same island,

on the same planet as you right now.

Please work.

Got a problem, short stuff?

You came!

I mean, yes.

Um, something's been stolen.

-Something valuable. I need to get it back.

-You came to the right guy.

Eddie Chisel PI.

You see these prints?

They more than likely belong to the perpetrator of the theft.

Or they could be mine. I just used that glass.

Eddie, how many cases did you solve when you were alive?

Well, when all added together...

-..none.

-None?!

-None.

I thought you said your name was known to every crook in New York.

Yeah, I was - but mostly as the gumshoe who never cracked a case.

Although, I got real close on my last investigation.

I was on the trail of Joe Quartz -

the meanest gangster in all of New York.

It was a foggy night when I trailed Joe to the docks.

I knew straight away I was headed for trouble.

Mostly cos one of Joe's guys, you know, told me so.

So I gave him the old one, two!

(One, two...)

Before I knew it, I was on Joe's boat.

The problem was, Joe and his crew started trying to fill me with lead.

They missed me but hit the boat - turned it into Swiss cheese.

The boat started going down.

I tried to get out,

but the water was coming in faster.

-None of us got out.

-Eddie?

Don't take this the wrong way, but...

perhaps you can't help me after all.

Why are you squawkin' at me, kid? I'm all over this case.

I even got my main suspect right here in this very room.

You know that when a sea ghost wants to be invisible,

it can still be seen through water, right?

Well as long as the specs is wet,

you got yourself your very own ghost vision.

See that guy over there in the corner?

With the beautiful girl?

Right there's your thief.

-He stole my recipe?

-Uh-huh.

Why is he still hanging around?

-Cos Joe Quartz runs from nothing or nobody.

-Joe Quartz?

The meanest gangster in all New York?

-Aren't we in danger?

-What's he gonna do to me? I'm a ghost.

I'm not.

Oh.

We've been rumbled, boys. Grab your guns.

As soon as one of these hits a sea ghost - splash!

-We'll be able to see them.

-Robbo, I don't like this.

Throwing water at sea ghosts. They're bound to get upset.

Aaagh!

ROBBO SIGHS

Hey, where did she go?

GANGSTERS GROAN

Unlucky, Joe. Give short stuff her recipe back.

Recipe? What are you jabbering about?

The recipe you stole from the kitchen -

it was my mum's and she's not alive now,

-so it's really evil that you took it.

-I ain't got it, kid.

Chisel's been trying to pin a caper on me ever since I stole his girl.

In fact, Alicia, why don't you say hello to your ex-boyfriend?

Hi, Eddie. Looking good... for a dead guy.

You too, doll.

-And if I'd have known about that boat...

-Don't beat yourself up.

I guess I was just in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Yeah, with the wrong guy.

Why did you ditch me for a spit bucket like him?

You weren't making any dough as a detective, Eddie.

Besides, Joe ain't that bad. He's got connections.

He's gonna help me become a great big movie star.

I wanna be in the talkies.

Alicia, I told ya a hundred times - no-one's gonna put you in a movie.

-Because I'm a ghost?

-No, cos you're a lousy actress.

I just told you you was good so you'd be my girl.

Well, she won't be for much longer,

when she finds out you're a thief and I caught you.

Same old Chisel.

Always two steps behind the pace and walking in the wrong direction.

I ain't got no recipe and you know why?

Cos Joe Quartz steals on a bigger scale.

You know, like cars and factories. And cafes.

-Kick 'em out, boys.

-No.

Let me go! Aah! Put me down!

Let me in!

Robbo's right - I do lose things. I just shouldn't be trusted.

Don't say that, kid.

This ain't down to you, this is all my stupid fault.

No, it's not. You were just...outnumbered.

It's sweet of you to say, kid, but I can't lie to you no more.

Joe didn't steal your recipe. I'm the one that took it.

Hello!

Ty, you didn't hit any of them.

Let's keep practising, huh?

I thought if I showed Alicia what a slimeball Joe was,

how he stole from kids, that she'd dump him and get back with me.

-You're the slimeball that steals from kids!

-Aaagh!

I swear I didn't know the recipe was your Ma's,

-otherwise I never woulda took it.

-But you did.

So just give it back and disappear.

Yeah, uh...

there's a...snag.

You see, I kinda planted the recipe on Joe, you know,

put it in his pocket. Made it look like he had it the whole time.

Joe's in the cafe. The cafe we can't get into. Oh, Eddie!

We're kinda in the same boat, kiddo.

What?

You didn't exactly get the recipe by honest means in the first place.

So?

So, maybe you feel as bad as me right now.

Maybe you wanna make things right.

-Spare water bombs?

-Check.

-Map of where we think ghosts might hide?

-Check.

-Megan...

-Che... What?

Hi.

What's in the bag?

Why? Thinking of stealing it?

OK, I was wrong to take the recipe in the first place.

-But I wouldn't have had to if you'd just given it to me.

-So,

-it's MY fault the recipe was stolen?

-No, Robbo. All I'm saying,

is that it meant as much to me as it did to you.

-That's why I want to find it.

-She could help us find the thief.

No need - I already know who that is.

OK, come on out now.

HE stole the recipe?

It's a long story, but he's sorry and he wants to help get it back.

-And the cafe...

-You lost the cafe as well?!

GANGSTERS LAUGH

Hey, why you gotta be so mean, Joe?

You're a clever guy. You could use your smarts to do nice things.

And where's the fun in that?

Being the bad guy is the best.

Especially when there's no-one round to stop you.

HE LAUGHS EVILLY

I don't want anything to do with it.

I know you're sore, kid. I'd feel the same,

but I wanna help. I know Joe and his crew. We can beat them.

So you don't need my help baking brownies,

but now you need me to get rid of completely evil ghosts?

-Uh, why should I?

-You really like hanging out at the cafe.

-You can totally help to bake next time.

-Yes!

I mean...I'll think about it.

Beat it, kid. This is a "ghosts only" speakeasy, now.

No air breathers allowed.

I heard, it's just I have all this cash

and nowhere to spend it.

Stupid kids ain't got no money.

They do if they have a rich mum

and know how to negotiate inflation-based pocket money.

I'm Abi, and you have to listen to me.

SHE WHISPERS

Joe's gonna be real mad at you.

-Hey!

-There was a bug on it!

A great big one!

Yo, Joe, look what I got!

Hey! Get back here, will ya?

Oh, no, the gangster ghosts have disappeared.

We'll never catch them now!

Ready?

Ready?

Over there.

Arrgh! Arrgh!

THE GHOSTS GRUNT

Nice shootin', kid.

There, there, over there.

-Argh!

-Argh!

Yes!

-Argh!

-Argh!

To the back! To the back!

SHE SQUEALS

Hey! This was my favourite dress.

-Sorry, doll.

-SHE SIGHS

THE GHOSTS GRUMBLE

So far, so good.

All we need now is Tai.

PANTS: He's...right...behind me.

It's Joe. He's in here somewhere.

Everyone keep quiet and listen.

CLATTER!

Get down!

Waaa!

Maybe I was thinking about it too much before.

So, you beat my men.

Big deal.

It's gonna take more than water to stop Joe Quartz.

Lucky we've got this then.

LAUGHS: What's that supposed to be?

Just a ghost sucker.

Flick this switch and a ghost gets trapped.

Forever.

You expect me to believe that's real?

No.

So, let me demonstrate.

Ooh! SHE PANTS

Hey, that kinda hurts! Joe!

-Help me!

-Alicia, quit messin'...

-ALICIA SCREAMS

-Alicia?

It's draining me. It's sucking the brains right outta me!

Aaaah!

OK, OK, take it easy.

We'll go back to the sea, just don't use that on me.

And the recipe?

I haven't got it. I...I swear.

Try your pocket, Joe.

I...I don't know how that got in there.

Just get out.

Let's go, boys.

Can I come alive again now?

THEY CLAP

Jeez, Alicia, you even had me fooled that that was hurtin' you.

I told you I was a good actress.

And you're a great detective, Eddie.

Knowin' where the recipe was an' all...

Er...about that. You see, the thing is, Alicia...

-..it was me who stole...

-Your heart!

Um...before Joe stole it.

And now there's no reason why he can't steal it back.

You'd really have me as your squeeze again, Ed?

After all this?

You'd forgive me?

Oh!

-Exit's that way?

-Yeah.

Thanks, kid, and remember,

if crime should ever show its ugly face on Paradise Island again,

call Eddie Chisel.

The recipe.

Robbo, I'm so, so sorry.

At least we got the cafe back.

That's why I couldn't get involved. The boys were throwing water,

I couldn't risk revealing who...what I am.

You have failed me again.

I grow tired of your excuses.

So this is your final warning.

Bring me the Sea Born or I will drag you back to the coral prison

and this time, little Chloe, you will say here forever.

# Bite the bullet Try to run

# Watch the daylight... #

Quick, hurry up, they'll be here any minute.

You wanted to see me?

-About the recipe.

-Forget it, you were right.

Mum would have wanted me to share it with you.

If I had, we might still have her brownies.

I tried to remember as much as I could from the recipe.

The rest...well, me and Abi did our best.

We won't mind if you don't like them.

Quick! What did he write?

"Paradise Cafe brownies, the best I've ever tasted."

ABI SQUEALS

Where were you when we needed to save the cafe

from gangster sea ghosts?

Ignore her, Chloe. Here, have a brownie.

Thank you, but I'm not really hungry.

Does that girl ever eat?

Even though Eddie did cause trouble,

he still showed us a good way to check for ghosts.

No ghosts over there.

Or there.

Or...

Are you OK?

Yeah. Why?

Cos you look like you've just seen a ghost.

What are you doing?

Looking at the real you.

THEY SQUEAL

Fix the problem or I'll find someone who can.

If I don't solve this coral problem, we'll have to go home.

Leave the island?

You can't expect me to carry around a secret like this.

I do it every day.

We can get a bit scary at times.

Especially when we've got nothing to lose.

Agh!

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