# Harvey #
- She's finally asleep. - Shh.
Whoa!
These pancakes are neat, Grandpa Aiden.
Aw, thanks, Harvey. Try not to flip out about it.
Oh Aiden, that was terrible.
I mean, really, really, really bad.
Grandma Miley! Here's your pancake.
Thank you, gumdrop.
And here's your pancake, Grandpa Roland.
Mm.
So Harvey, do you remember your first pancake?
My first pancake...
Whee!
That's exactly how it happened.
Michelle's gonna love her first pancake.
This is going to be the best morning ever!
Well, that was weird.
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One final touch... there! To keep the germs off.
Oh my, what a considerate big brother you are.
Thank you!
- Michelle, your pancake's ready! - No, wait, honey...
- Pancake! - Harvey, you got to let the baby sleep.
Your mother and I haven't had any peace and quiet for weeks.
I'm gonna... I'm gonna win the race.
Well, what if we just wake her up for five minutes?
I mean, this is pretty important if you think about it.
You know what, bud? Let's just put that on a back burner, okay?
Now, if you'll excuse me, I got to go catch
this last train to Sleep Town. Toot, toot.
Dad?
Don't worry! We're coming! We're coming!
Now hold on. I don't want to miss a thing.
What does she need?
Uh. Diaper? Is she hungry?
I just want to sleep!
Mm.
- I'll get... the baby. - Please, dear. Let me take care of it.
- You... You go lie down. - Don't tell me what to do, Mom.
Here we are with big brother Harvey.
Huh? Oh, hi, Grandpa Aiden.
I'm gonna go grab some silverware for Michelle.
Ah, and here's the pancake itself. All ready to go.
Oh, and here's sweet little Michelle!
- Say hi, Michelle! - Shh. Shh.
Oh, baby, oh, baby, oh, baby sister.
Get ready to... huh?
The TV remote? That's silly.
Guys? Where's the silverware?
It's not in the... oh! Never mind.
Oh, no. The lights.
I found the silverware. And now, without further ado,
I'd like to present Michelle's very first pancake.
Huh? Wait, where'd it go?
I... I don't understand.
I... I lost Michelle's first pancake!
Harvey, sweetie, I think you're taking
this pancake thing a little too seriously.
But Grandma, look how sad she is!
Wait a minute. Pancakes don't go missin' on their own.
There's a little thief among us!
I've got to bring them to justice!
- Grandpa Aiden, you were a cop. - Yup, I was a desk cop.
That's the best kind. What do we do first?
Well, first, we are going to need to open a case file.
Cool!
That's adorable.
You remember the next step, detective?
Oh, yeah. "One: search for clues."
Now, to go all the way back to the scene of the crime!
And we're here. Time to get clues.
Hmm.
Nothing on the banisters.
Nothing in my sock drawer.
Not under the bed.
Still not on the banisters.
- Curious. - Oh, you're a fast detective.
A break-fast detective.
That was awful. Any luck finding the culprit?
Not yet. So far, we've found nothing.
"Step two: interview suspects." Okay.
You...
Where were you when the pancake went missing?!
Uh... uh... I... I was at the office.
I mean, the kitchen. Uh, sweeping up the chimney.
I-I was stuck in a chimney. Uh... no, I was cutting my beard.
Oh, wait. Wait. The camera.
I have an alibi. Phew!
Hmm.
Aiden, can you grab a bottle for Michelle? Aiden!
Have you been filming my butt this whole time?
You got me!
Oh, no. The lights.
Well, I learned something about you today.
Grandpa Aiden, you are innocent of all charges.
Phew. Great. Who's next?
And Lonksi takes the ball up the field.
He's going. He's going.
Grandpa Roland... if that is your real name!
Did you take Michelle's pancake?!
- No. - Okay!
Grandpa Roland: cleared of all charges.
- Mmm. - Mm.
Let's move on to our next suspect. Bye!
- Grandma Miley. - Hello, my baby angel.
Now, you used to be a judge, so I'm sure you understand
the importance of truth and justice in this situation.
Indeed I do. And I know the importance
of grandsons having their cheeks pinched.
Uh, excuse me Grandma,
but I'm working on an investigation here.
Oh, I'm sorry, detective. Please carry on.
Thank you. Now tell me, do you like pancakes?
Well, I suppose. Do you like pancakes?
- Uh, yes, actually, I do. - That's interesting.
So where were you when the pancake went missing?
Uh, well, I was in the kitchen.
- In the kitchen eating the pancake? - No, I was getting silverware.
Silverware for eating pancakes?
Oh, you did just say how you like pancakes.
What? I do love pancakes,
but not more than I love my baby sister!
You know, Harvey, sometimes, when someone commits a terrible
crime, their mind blocks out the memory to protect them.
Maybe I did do it and I don't remember!
Am I capable of such an atrocity?
Stealing from my very own flesh and blood?
- Who am I?! - I sentence you
to come and sit on my lap.
Okay. Oof!
Honey, I'm just teasing. You didn't take the pancake.
- I didn't? - No, I'll vouch for you.
Cool! Okay. I'll vouch for you too, Grandma.
But now the trail's run cold.
Have you tried retracing your steps?
Okay, that's too hard.
Now, I came into the kitchen to get silverware for Michelle.
But when I checked the drawer, the only
thing that was in there was the TV remote!
Well, that's weird. Why would someone put this in here?
Everyone knows remotes don't belong in the kitchen.
They belong on the south edge of the coffee table. Huh?
Grandpa Aiden? Hmm.
- Grandpa Aiden! - Whoa!
- Does this belong to you? - Why, that looks just like the pen
I bought from the Fogbark joke shop.
Best $65 I've ever spent. Well, that can't be the one,
'cause I always keep mine right here under... Whaaat?
Cherry lipstick?
This is the same color your Grandma Miley wears.
Grandma Miley! Show us your lipstick!
Strange, but okay. Let me just check my purse.
Oh... oh, my.
There's a pillow in here, and it's all drooly!
A drool-covered pillow? It all makes perfect sense now!
What's goin' on in here?
Come on, Grandpa Roland. We're about to solve this case!
There!
The pancake!
Oh, sugar berry, how did you figure this out?
Well, allow me to explain.
Ever since Michelle was born,
my dad hasn't been getting much sleep,
and when he gets real tired, he starts doing strange things,
like misplacing the television remote.
This kitchen is too loud. Got to turn you down.
Or taking Grandpa Aiden's flower pen.
Okay, boys.
You go watch the baby, while I go take a nap.
But before that, he got into Grandma Miley's purse.
Ooh, cherry popsicle.
This tastes terrible.
The whole crime spree began when Dad
confused an innocent pancake as a pillow.
Oh, no. The lights!
Dad wasn't trying to ruin Michelle's pancake experience.
He was just one sleepy dude.
I won!
Well, then, I guess this case is closed!
It was Dad.
Harvey, we just want to let you know how proud we are.
You solved the whole mystery all by yourself.
- Mm. - Well, I couldn't have done it
without the help of my awesome grandparents.
Hey, everyone! Michelle's about to take her first bite.
Ah, here we go! Oh, boy.
Wow.
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