Magnum P.I.

Kumu?

It's just me, Magnum, go back to sleep.

What are you doing?

Looking for a piece of your clothing for Miss Higgins,

preferably one that hasn't been washed.

Why?

No idea. Just doing her a favor.

Mahalo. Sweet dreams.

Mahalo.

Come on.

Good boy.

Hey, that's my shirt.

Good morning, Magnum.

What are you doing?

The lads are having a refresher course

on obedience training with Klaus, and well,

they respond better to things they don't like.

Like my scent?

Well...

Good.

Thomas Magnum.

Of course I could meet.

I can be there in an hour.

You owe me a new shirt.

Of course. Rest assured, it shall be replaced.

I liked that shirt.

The life of a P.I. is either feast or famine,

and lately, it's been a little too much famine.

But that's the job.

It's hand-to-mouth, waiting for the phone to ring.

Sure, it's rough, but I also know that when that call

finally comes, there's always a welcome challenge

and a little pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.

So you want me to find your cat?

Yes, please. His name is Mittens.

He's nine pounds, kind of orange

with white paws,

just like mittens, and freckles on his belly.

Mm...He's been missing

for four days, and he's not at any of the animal shelters.

Right...

Oh, and I can pay you.

Bless you.

How much do you cost?

Ooh, well, I'm, uh, I'm actually kind of expensive.

25 cents a day.

But, you know what,

don't give me a dime until I bring Mittens home. Deal?

Can I ask you some questions?Yes.

Um, has-has Mittens ever run away before?

Never.

Does Mittens have any, uh,

favorite spots outside

where he likes to hang out?

He likes to sit on the front porch

and wait for me to come home from school.

I see. Uh, the day he disappeared,

did Mittens do anything strange or do anything different?

Yes. He ate my Doritos.

Regular or Cool Ranch?

Cool Ranch.

Cool Ranch, very interesting.

You know, this is, this is all very helpful.

Um, so, yeah, I think I have something to work with here.

You'll find Mittens, won't you, Mr. Magnum?

Absolutely. : This good?

Here is my number

if you need to text me or call.

Feel free, anytime.

: Thank you.

: You're welcome.

When you break it down, this job's no different

than any missing persons case,

except this one's smaller, not a person,

covered in fur that I'm severely allergic to,

and there's no payday at the end, but, yeah,

otherwise, it's no different at all.

When you're searching for a missing person,

you try to get into their mindset.

You don't just look at the places they've been,

you try to figure out where they might go, how they think,

what's their psychology.

I need to do the same thing here,

but... with a cat.

Ola.

Mahalo.

Let me guess.

You're getting a cat so the Dobermans

will chase it instead of you.

No, but that's a good idea.

Actually, a little girl lost her cat;

she hired me to find him.Aw, look at you.

You're a pet private eye.

No, I am a pet private detective.

Maybe I can help.

My cousin Halia has a cat who has wanderlust

and only three legs.

Really?Little fur ball

goes MIA every other week.

But Halia's got a trick to get him to come home.

Oh, yeah? What's that?Get yourself

a large bowl of sardines mixed with rice,

heat it up on high, and then leave it outside

the house between dusk and dawn.

Your missing kitty should be able to smell it and come back.

Kumu... what would I do without you?

Not find that cat, for one thing.

I'm gonna find that kitty now.

Okay. Good luck.

Oh, my God.

What's this?

It's some cookies?Yeah.

For me?

Thank you.

I'll be sure to eat every last one of them.

Good night.Good night.

Oh, come on.

Hmm.

Wow.

Coffee and the world's greatest chocolate chip cookies.

That's my kind of stakeout.

I think Cecilia has a crush on you.

Well, at least somebody does.

Please.

So, uh...

just you two, huh?

And Mittens.

We adopted him after Cecilia's dad and I split.

That cat helped her through a very difficult time.

So thank you.

You didn't have to do this.

Oh, she's probably spying on us.

Yeah.

Yeah, she really needs to get to bed.

And I should do the same.

Do you need anything else?

No, I have, uh, caffeine and sugar; I think I'm all set.

Well, uh, this is good night, then, I guess.

I guess so.

I'll see you in the morning.

Hopefully with Mittens.

Thank you.

: Shoo. Hey. Get out of here.

Go.

You're kidding me.

Shh. Get out of here. Go.

Oh, come on.

Come on.

Hey!

Get out of here.

Mittens.

Is that you, buddy?

Hey, Mittens.

What's u...

No freckles.

You're not Mittens.

What's this?

Blood. You okay, buddy?

That's not your blood, is it?

In every case, there's always that moment

where it throws you a curveball.

I think it's safe to say this is that moment.

Which leaves me with two questions.

Whose blood is this,

and where is the person it belongs to?

Let's go for a ride.

Hello?

Hey, can you c-come over, please?

What's the matter-- you ill?

Um, no, I just recently found out

that I am, uh, allergic.

To what?

Oh, my God.

You know there are no animals

allowed on the property without my...

Is that blood?Yeah.

I was on a stakeout looking for this little girl's missing cat,

and this guy showed up and I saw the blood on his feet,

figured his...Stakeout for a missing cat?

...owner might be seriously injured.