The Vengeance of the Werewolf 🎃 Mystery Lane (S01E13) 🎃🐹 Cartoon for Kids

Haven't seen Alfred around in a while. This trash can was one of his favorite spots. You won't be seeing him anytime soon. He went to visit his cousin in Canada. Boy, he must not have cold feet. Uh-oh. Look who's coming. Uh-oh. Goliath alert. Bed of pests. Private property. You're lucky I can't fly. He's lucky we don't weigh 180 pounds. Hey, dubbies, can I have some peace? Okay. Look, there's enough room for two in this park. I'll go find another spot. Park is closed. Magician of all times, step before you. The great Brodini will perform his breathtaking act. The escape artist, the great Brodini, will be shackled and locked up. Yet, he will escape in record time. Yeah! Great Brodini! Crystal? Crystal? Have you promised? Crystal will first handcuff me firmly. Yeah! Crystal! You could have given me a less stupid stage name. I hope you rehearsed your act, because if a client shows up while you're locked inside your box, we'll be in trouble. Don't worry. Great Brodini is a pro. Yeah! Great Brodini! He's the master escape artist. Now Crystal will shut me inside Brian's mysterious box and lock it. Crystal, lock me inside. Please don't let a client show up now. Client! Why was I so sure? Making me lose my concentration. I'm the one trapped. Don't tell me you free yourself by contortion? The great Brodini made himself disappear. He'll surely reappear at some other unexpected spot. Great Brodini? Great Brodini? There. In the waste paper basket. I didn't get that trick. I was just about to leave. Sorry, detective. We had some difficulty freeing ourselves. I told her not to push the lock all the way. A pro would have opened the box with a simple longitudinal pressure on the spring. Okay. You win, Crystal. You're fired. Fine, Brodini. I was going to hand in my resignation anyway. Oh, detective. Sorry. Bro's magic trick was a flop. Tell us about your werewolf instead. By my checkered vest. You're the magician, Clever. How did you guess? Ah, easy. While you were waiting for us, this book of fairytale with a werewolf on the edge caught your eye. I've memorized every detail in this room, so I immediately saw that the book was not put back in place correctly. Do you believe in werewolves? I believe in wolves and in wolfhounds. So, yes, I believe in certain very fearsome dogs. Well, I know one fearsome dog who goes by the name of Goliath, but he's the one who was assaulted by the creature. Hmm. Any other witnesses? Three pigeons. I have to go to the park to get their statements. I thought this affair might interest you. A werewolf in London. Hmm. Your werewolf was no doubt an illusion. How pretty. Straight away. That all is but illusion. If the great Brodini would be so kind as to transform himself back into Brodetective, we have a werewolf to hunt down. For once, it's Goliath the victim. Yeah, normally he's the one who's always scaring people. But this time he got a good whacking. We were scared, but he was even more. But what happened exactly? I left first, then me, and he was last. You warned the police. I mean him, not me. What a night! And Alfred missed everything. Can you at least tell me what he looked like? What did he look like? He was two heads taller than Goliath. I would have said ten heads. You talking about pigeon heads or dog heads? Oh, great Brodini, can you take over? I give up. I'll get nowhere with them. Did you find anything? Hmm. He was held all the way over here by the first blow. He got to his feet and tried to run, but the creature threw him against the park keeper's hut. The man came out and chased him away. The park keeper? Well, these footprints are recent, and they follow the creature who was going that way. Since the park is locked at night, I deduce that the person who surprised the attack was the park keeper. Let's follow the trail. Judging by the size of its paw print, this animal must truly be something. The prints end here. This is all well and good, but it doesn't tell us where he went. Oh, perhaps it does. A blade of grass? I must confess, I don't understand. It's a fiber from a banana tree trunk. Are you thinking of a were-gorilla? I think this bit of fiber got stuck when the creature forced his way through the gate. He surely picked it up when he ran past the banana tree. This is London. Banana trees are few and far between. Exactly. Find the banana tree, and we find our wolf. A bent gate. At least those gossiping pigeons knew one useful thing about the neighborhood. You can thank the great Brodini for unearthing that juicy bit of information in less than 15 minutes. The cuts on the bars face outwards. Our werewolf was inside this garden and twisted the metal to get out. A botanist lives here. The dog who lives at this house isn't here, but with a bit of luck, he was able to flee. The wolf can come be extremely careful. I found a magic bean! The great Brodini presents his new act. Strange. It looks like... The exploding bean! Good thinking! Back around the giant bean! Never reveal a magician's secret! There! So these stories about werewolves are true. We'd have to investigate further in the lab to find an explanation for this strange phenomenon. But first, we need to capture this wolf before it does more harm. I might be able to help you. Are you crazy? Don't scare me like that! Leprechaun, I suppose. How long have you been hiding? Two days. Ever since my master drank his serum and turned into a monster. A serum? But why did he do that? He's been working on a product to make plants grow bigger for a long time. Then, recently, he became convinced that it would work on humans, too. He's always had a complex about being short, so he tested it on himself. He wanted to get revenge on anyone who'd ever humiliated him. Then it turned him into a werewolf. But why attack Goliath? He completely lost his mind. He even attacked me! Now he spends his time lurking in the neighborhood, attacking people and animals. I don't know what to do anymore. You should have informed the police at once. I didn't want him to go to prison. But now you understand. We must catch him before there's another victim. Would you be willing to help us capture him? If you promise not to hurt him, okay? I know a place where we could lay a trap. Let's go. We're going to lure the werewolf right over here to this troll. On my signal, Bro will activate the crane hook and propel the werewolf inside the container. And the detective will lock the container door. Then I'll bring the humans from Scotland Yard. They are strong enough to bring your master under control and then cure him. Come on, get into place. We'll do a dry run. This is all perfect, Miss Clever, but... Go on, Bro! Yes, Leprechaun? Well, you see, my master could be anywhere in London. The chances of him coming all the way here are slim. But you are here. What? Are you 100% sure? This is Dandelion Tuft. Leprechaun had some on his fur. But I have some on me too. Oh, so do I. There was some in the garden where we were hiding. But if you look more closely, leprechauns are almost five times the normal size. Like the giant dandelion I blew onto the werewolf. By Nessie, you're right. And he's transformed again. But his master is the one who developed the serum. His master is a botanist who is visibly working on a formula to make plants grow outrageously big. And Leprechaun tested the serum on himself? He waited for a moment when his master was gone. There was enough water and dog food outside his doghouse for several days. But why do such a thing? When he told us the story about his master, he was actually talking about himself. He did it to get revenge on Goliath, who bullies him at the park. He probably wanted to attack us by surprise, but I unmasked him first. My pockets, rodents. Don't do anything you'll regret. Hey, dark leprechaun. The great Brodini is going to perform his greatest act for you. The master escape artist will be shackled and locked up. Yet he will escape in record time. Too bad Bro isn't a real magician. Bro, you can get out. It could have been worse. Travis will soon find my trail. It's just gotten worse. My Nessie! He pushed us into the Thames. We have to get out before water floods inside. Get out? But how? It's impossible. Hang on. I think I know how we're going to- Great Brodini really blew my fur back. Don't pull this off. Sorry, Mac. A magician never reveals his secrets. When he closed the box, he slipped out on the side that the public can't see at the last second. But the box was wriggling around. I saw it. It was his magic bouquet unfolding. It's like a spring that you hold folded up in your hand. But when Leprechaun lifted the box, he wasn't visible. And yet there was no place to hide. He was clinging to the box. He must have gotten off right when Leprechaun climbed up onto the container to throw us through the hatch. What did I say about not revealing secrets? Crystal, you're re-fired. Too bad. We've no time to lose. We have to hurry back to Lexington Park. I'm sure Leprechaun will try to attack Goliath again. We have to stop him. And how do you plan on doing that? The Great Brodini might be fantastic, but the werewolves have beaten us twice so far. Would the fabulous Brodini know how to drive this kind of contraption by chance? I was so hoping you'd say that. Under arrest. Super magic trick, Crystal. What's the secret? Oh, it's simple. I wondered why Leprechaun didn't transform himself sooner when we trapped him inside the container. Maybe he's a showman. It was the light. Each time the wolf appeared, it was in the dark. I figured that with a 10,000-watt projector like the ones used on worksites, we'd have a good chance of re-transforming into Leprechaun. How did you get out of the container? It's impossible. I saw you sink. Impossible is not Brodini. Hey, no one better tell him my secret. Huh? It was you? Leprechaun? Goliath. Of course he'll get off scot-free, despite everything he's done to me. I never did anything illegal. Threaten, shove, and intimidate. It seems to me that's exactly what Leprechaun did to you. You have no proof. Oh, really? We have witnesses. Yes, that's him. I recognize him. He mistreated Leprechaun more than once. Detective, I received your maximum distress signal. Everyone is on red alert and... Haxton, please stop using these codes that only you understand. Lieutenant Travis, please accompany Goliath to the yard. He has a few explanations to give us. As for you, Leprechaun, by trying to settle scores yourself, you endanger the lives of three detectives. You shall stay in observation at Greenside. Great Brodini! The most dangerous act of his career! Shackled, locked up, and catapulted into the air, he will free himself and reappear before your astonished eyes. And Alfred missed everything. Hang on. He hasn't done anything yet. Bro, are you sure? It doesn't seem like such a great idea. Last time you ended up in the... Trust me, will you? Am I the Great Brodini or what? Who got you out of that sinking container, huh? Griffo, lock me inside. No, Griffo, wait! Clever! I can't.