Every night when I lie in bed.

BERT: Oh, no.

ERNIE: I see pictures dancing in my head.

BERT: Picture sleep.

ERNIE: Buddy Bert.

BERT: What?

ERNIE: Buckle up and we'll fly away.

BERT: Whoa!

ERNIE: We're adventuring.

Every time the bed starts napping, something special's

gonna happen.

BERT: This is kinda catchy.

ERNIE: My favorite kind of travelin'.

Yah!

BOTH: We're adventuring!

Come along with Bert and Ernie.

We're gonna take a little journey.

Bert and Ernie's Great Adventures!

ERNIE: Gee, Bert.

Isn't it exciting being detectives?

BERT: It would be more exciting if we had

a mystery to solve.

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

BOTH: Ah-hah!

ERNIE: Come in.

VERONICA: Hello.

My name's Veronica Lambshank.

Where can I find the world famous Duck Detectives?

BOTH: Right here.

ERNIE: What can we do for you, Miss Lambshank?

VERONICA: I've come because I have a very strange friend.

BERT: Hm.

ERNIE: Tell us more.

VERONICA: His name is Malty, and he says

he's a Maltese duck.

BERT: Well, he looks like a duck.

VERONICA: Yes!

He waddles like a duck, too, but never, ever quacks.

I'm wondering what he really is, and want you to

investigate.

ERNIE: Duck Detectives on the case.

VERONICA: Meet me at the Sheep Meadow.

Malty hangs out by the pond, but I don't want him to know

I've hired detectives.

You'll need a disguise.

BERT: Just leave that to us.

ERNIE: Bye!

VERONICA: Malty, I'd like you to meet my

cousins from out of town.

ERNIE: Pleased to meet you, Malty.

MALTY: [FRENCH].

BERT: Uh, cousin Ernie, can I talk to you a minute?

BERT: Sure, cousin Bert.

Uh, excuse us, Malty.

BERT: That Malty does seem like an odd duck.

He didn't quack at all.

[SQUEAK]

ERNIE: Oh, what's that, rubber ducky?

[SQUEAK]

ERNIE: Great idea.

Rubber ducky says that if he's a real duck, he'll

quack when he swims.

BERT: But how can we get Malty to swim?

VERONICA: I know.

Jump in the pond, Bert.

BERT: Oh, no, no, no, no.

I don't like cold water!

Ah!

ERNIE AND VERONICA: Malty!

Help cousin Bert!

ERNIE: Hm.

Still not one quack.

VERONICA: Here you are, Cousin Bert.

You seem to have lost your ears.

Sheep cousins.

Strange.

Now if you'll excuse me, I must fly.

Ciao bella!

VERONICA: He mysteriously leaves

like that every afternoon.

ERNIE: We'll get to the bottom of this.

There he is.

BERT: Wait, Ernie.

I think someone's following us.

I hear footsteps.

ERNIE: Bert, those are our footsteps.

We're the ones following--

Malty?

Oh no, we lost him.

Now what'll we do?

[SQUEAK]

ERNIE: Rubber ducky says to keep our ears open for clues.

[SINGING]

BERT: That sounds like him!

And it's coming from over there.

WOMAN: Get out of my house!

BERT: Guess that wasn't Malty.

Shh.

Hear that, Ernie?

Walk slower.

Let's walk faster.

ERNIE: Let's try a little dance.

Someone is definitely following us.

All right, come on out!

BERT: Miss Lambshank?

VERONICA: I was too curious to stay and wait at home.

[WHISTLING]

BERT: What was that?

VERONICA: Sounds like whistling

coming from that door.

ERNIE: Well, ducks don't whistle, so we

know that can't be--

ALL: Malty!

MALTY: Miss Lambshank?

VERONICA: What are you doing there?

MALTY: I have a secret to confess.

VERONICA: What is it?

MALTY: I'm not a Maltese duck at all.

I'm a black bellied whistling duck.

ALL: A black bellied whistling duck?

VERONICA: Why didn't you tell me before?

MALTY: I was afraid you'd laugh at me for being a duck

who can't quack.

VERONICA: Laugh at you?

Never.

I'll always be your friend, even if you can't quack.

Besides, I love whsitling.

Only, I never learned how.

MALTY: It's simple.

You just put your beak together and blow.

[SPITTING]

MALTY: Try this.

BERT: Well Malty, you won't have to hide

your whistling anymore.

ERNIE: Why don't we all celebrate with some whistling?

[WHISTLING]

ERNIE: Good night, Bert.

BERT: Good night, Ernie.

Uh-oh.