The Fix It Boys Page #3

real expensive pearl

necklace for my mom

for their anniversary.

Women love jewelry.

But a thief broke into

our house and stole it.

A thief?

What did the police do?

Since there wasn't any

signs of an actual break in,

the police won't do nothing.

And even worse, my dad thinks

my mom just lost the necklace.

Perhaps your mother

simply misplaced it.

My mom is a total neat freak

and 2nd, I found a muddy

boot print on our carpet

that is too big to belong

to anybody in my family.

Incredible, it

makes sense too.

Your dad thinks your

mom lost his gift,

his token of love.

It's no wonder they

fight all the time.

Why don't you ask your parents

what the pearl of

great price is?

Well I can't do that.

They fight so much now

that if I were to mention

the missing pearls,

that I know that it would just

make them fight even more.

So you need us to find the

missing pearls for you then?

Yes.

Excuse us.

Conference.

You were so right, this

is way out of our league.

I especialize in

electrical engineering,

not mystery solving.

Better let me tell her.

We'll take the job.

Oh this is so wonderful!

No, now just wait...

I prayed to God just this

morning that you would help me

and when I saw your

cross I knew that...

It's a wireless modem.

There's just one last

thing that you need to know.

My parents are getting

divorced tomorrow morning.

So you have to have the

necklace back by then.

Tomorrow morning?

So when can you start?

Baby I need you

like gas needs a fire

Like a dump truck

needs big tires

Hey Uncle Jim.

Oh, howdy boys.

What are you singing?

Oh, I'm writing this little

love diddy for my girlfriend.

When you boys gets

a little older,

I'll teach you these

matters of the heart.

Here, take a listen

to what I got so far.

Baby, I need you

like Penzoil oil

Like a radiator when it boils

What'd you think about that?

I recommend jewelry.

Who's the girl?

A client.

We've got some work to do.

We'll be back later.

I'll be here.

I got a tiger by the tail

with this one. (CHUCKLES)

Baby I need you like a

(UPBEAT MUSIC)

Whoa, that bike is rad.

I've always wanted

to ride a bike.

You've never ridden a bike?

Hello, helmet hair.

This all probably could've

been averted if Mary's parents

had the foresight to install

a property security

system in their home.

How do you figure

that Stanley?

No lost pearls,

no marital discord.

It wasn't the lost pearls

that made 'em fight you nudnick.

Very insightful bruiser.

I know about parents fighting.

On the surface Stanley,

it seems to be the only

logical conclusion.

But it's a lot more complicated

than simply lost jewelry.

At that point the lost pearls

was all we had to go off of.

So then you found the pearls?

(STARTLING TONE)

BEN:
Well, first we needed

to investigate the clues.

We started at the

scene of the crime.

Mary Beth's house.

Could just be your dad's print.

My mother has bigger

feet than my dad.

(PLAYFULLY PENSIVE MUSIC)

13 inches.

Sure it wasn't

Bigfoot who broke in?

So let me get this straight.

There are no broken

windows, no kicked in doors,

no tunneling into the basement.

Just this one boot print?

What do you think?

I think we should

call Nancy Drew.

That's what I think.

Cricket, I don't think

Nancy Drew's a real person.

I know she's

not a real person.

I'm just saying.

I'm just saying we have

nothing here to go on.

We have a boot print.

It's kinda like a clue.

We have our first clue.

Gimme something real,

something mechanical.

Then I'll find us a real clue.

Something mechanical.

Great idea Cricket.

You're very skillful

with a screwdriver.

Thanks.

Just one more turn.

Something mechanical.

I knew you boys enjoyed

tearing things apart,

but we really don't

have time for this.

Your robber didn't

break anything

getting into your house, right?

Which means he either had

to have a key to the lock

or he picked it.

It's quite difficult

to pick a lock

without leaving evidence behind.

You seem to know an awful

lot about picking locks.

Cars come into the junkyard

all the time without keys.

Wow, would ya look at that?

Intriguing.

Uh yeah, amazing.

What is it?

It's a broken pick.

Looks like someone

got in a hurry.

CRICKET:
Amateurs.

Pick?

It's what was used

to unlock the door.

Except it's not

an actual pick.

What do you mean?

It was used to turn

the lock alright,

but it looks more like

a miniature screwdriver,

like something you'd use

to change a watch battery.

But what does all this mean?

It means someone did

break into your house

and steal your

mother's necklace.

And it means...

We have another clue.

BEN:
Now what?

I'd like to learn more about

this pearl of great price.

Oh no, no.

Those are too expensive.

This one is just dreadful.

Can't you see that I'm a

woman of exquisite taste?

Now show me something that's

worthy of my attention.

SHOP ATTENDANT:
Yes ma'am.

That's Mr. Biggs, the owner.

(PLAYFUL MUSIC)

Ah, these, gosh darn it,

these good for nothing toy...

They break real

easy, don't they?

Ah.

Hey kid, what are ya doing?

That's a Rolex!

My father bought a

pearl necklace from you

about a month ago.

Yeah, so what?

Your mommy didn't like it?

Sorry sweetie, all

sales are final.

Well that would

sort of difficult,

seeing how the

necklace was stolen.

Stolen, huh?

Well I can't say I'm surprised.

There've been a lotta

jewelry robberies lately.

How would you know that

there's been robberies?

I sell jewelry, it's

my business to know.

Besides, every time

there's a new robbery

the cops are in here

asking me questions

as though I had

something to do with it.

(LAUGHS) Ridiculous.

But why would they think that?

How would I know kid?

Maybe because every

theft in the past year

involved only jewelry.

Jewelry that came from my store.

Just like my house.

Hey kid, do you know

what you're doing there?

I think we're onto something.

Do you have any

angry ex-employees

or any other enemies who might

want to hurt your reputation?

Do you have any drug

or alcohol problems?

What about your gambling debt?

Gambling, what?

Look, I run a fair, honest

and profitable business here.

I drive a Lexus for

crying out loud.

Why would I need to steal?

Kat, Kat, whatever you do, don't

let Mrs. Johnson leave here

without buying

something expensive.

Yes, Mr. Biggs.

What about your employee?

Kat?

She's just a kid.

Look, I'll tell ya

one thing though,

whoever's pulling these

jobs is a real pro.

Could you show us a pearl

necklace like the one you sold

to Mary Beth's father?

(SIGHS) What's the name?

Robert Anne is

my father's name.

Oh yeah, I remember him.

The guy with the little feet.

Kat sold him a

string from the uh,

the dainty clam collection.

I got it right here.

Now you guys be

careful with these.

These ain't no glass beads

for playing dress up with.

They're beautiful.

See the single red pearl?

My mother's was like that.

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