The Three Investigators and the Secret of Skeleton Island

Pete Crenshaw:
Great! We got two weeks of vacation left. Let's hit the beach!

Jupiter Jones:
Actually... I have heard of this mysterious haunted house not far from here.

Pete Crenshaw, Bob Andrews:
Oh, no!

Man at Junkyard:
Hey, are you interested in a stuttering parrot?

Pete Crenshaw:
[to Bob] Wow, she's hot!

Bill:
You get murdered, don't come to me and complain.

Pete Crenshaw:
Deal.

Bob Andrews:
Why aren't you ever afraid of what you should be afraid of?

Al Crenshaw:
[reading the name on a fallen plane ticket] Hmm! Pete Crenshaw.

Woman in Cafe:
Word! Look up there! It's a hang glider! With three kids hanging off it. Oh!

Al Crenshaw:
Check, please!

Jupiter Jones:
This seems to be a particularly difficult sort of extraordinary case.

Jupiter Jones:
Nothing makes any sense. Excellent.

Chris:
Suck my leg.

Miss Wilbur:
What?

Chris:
Suck my leg!

Pete Crenshaw:
[watching from a distance] She's good!

Bob Andrews:
Gosh, Pete! You scream like a girl!

Chris:
And what exactly do you mean by that?

Pete Crenshaw:
Yeah. What *do* you mean by that?

Bob Andrews:
Uh, well...

Jupiter Jones:
We'll be back in an hour or so, Bill.

Bill:
I don't know if I trust you guys.

Pete Crenshaw:
We promise. If we get murdered, we won't come to you to complain.

Pete Crenshaw:
This is one time I wish we'd lost the case.

Jupiter Jones:
Pete! Bob! Come 'ere right now! Code Violet!

Bob Andrews:
Code Violet? I don't even know what Code Violet is!

Jupiter Jones:
Get ready, Investigators. Code Crimson.

Pete Crenshaw, Bob Andrews:
Unbelievably dangerous!

Jupiter Jones:
Pete, shine the light behind them.

Bob Andrews:
[reading] Two lovers parted shall reunite. If you can parse these words are right. The Will is high, the Ratio Low. The space 'tween birth and death doth grow. Take my image and do not dread. To rest in my eternal bed.

Pete Crenshaw:
It still doesn't make any sense.

Jupiter Jones:
But it's not Bill.

Bob Andrews:
Huh? Jupiter, he's standing right there.

Jupiter Jones:
No, he's not.

Bob Andrews:
Yes, he is.

Pete Crenshaw:
Bob's right.

Jupiter Jones:
Officer, this is Victor Hugenay, the famous art forger. He attacked Miss Wilbur with a baboon, and he stole the crown of the...

Bob Andrews:
- Xhosa...

Jupiter Jones:
- princess. Arrest him.

Chris:
And Jupiter. I think we should preserve a correct detective-client relationship, don't you? [holds out her hand to shake hands]

Bob Andrews:
Hey, Jupe. What are you figuring out, Jupiter?

Jupiter Jones:
The number of jelly beans that can fit in the Empire State Building.

Pete Crenshaw:
Glad you're not wasting your time.

Pete Crenshaw:
You'll never guess in a million years where we're going next.

Jupiter Jones:
Um, South Africa.

Pete Crenshaw:
Sometimes... you're just downright spooky, Jupe.

Bob Andrews:
Sounds to me like a Code White.

Bob Andrews, Pete Crenshaw:
Vacation!

Jupiter Jones:
Pleased to meet you. I'm Jupiter Jones.

Miss Wilbur:
What a cute child.

Jupiter Jones:
Code Orange. Intruder protection.

Jupiter Jones:
I think we should preserve a correct detective-client relationship.

Pete Crenshaw:
I've got an idea. You could stay here overnight.

Chris:
No, I don't want to be any trouble.

Pete Crenshaw:
It's no trouble at all. I've got it figured out. You could stay in the bottom bunk with me.

Bob Andrews:
No! I - I mean, I think it would be, uh, she'd be *safer* in the top bunk with me. She - she might uh hit her head on the bottom bunk.

Pete Crenshaw:
No, that's okay. You wouldn't wanna take space away from *Teddy*.

Bob Andrews:
I don't have a teddy bear!

Pete Crenshaw:
Yes you do - [Pete points, Bob slaps Pete's arm]

Jupiter Jones:
Perhaps a random drawing might be the most impartial way to figure things out.

Jupiter Jones:
Let's recapitulate.

Pete Crenshaw:
Sometimes I wish you'd just speak English.

Jupiter Jones:
I'm declaring the Code Green.

Bob Andrews:
Imminent danger.

Bill:
Crap idea to bring kids to Skeleton Island. Unless you wanna get rid of them.

Al Crenshaw:
[to the boys] Bill's sense of humor... takes a little gettin' used to.