[whistling]
♪ Camp Splinterwood Our summer home ♪
[driving rock music]
♪ For catapulting! Slingshotting! Getting thrown! ♪
♪ Campers rocket through the trees ♪
♪ Cannonballing where they please ♪
♪ Zipping in the air ♪
♪ Crashing everywhere ♪
♪ Archery, dodge-bird, Borb tennis ♪
♪ It's absurd! ♪
♪ Here they come! Red, Stella, Bomb, and Chuck ♪
♪ Flying fast Look out, duck! ♪
♪ All your life you'll be glad You had this ♪
♪ Angry Birds Summer Madness! ♪
[Red yells]
[Bomb yells]
Who, what, who, what?
Someone stole my feathers!
[gasps]
[snores]
Hey! Come on. Chuck tired.
Someone stole Red's feathers!
What am I gonna do?
I can't go out like this. I need my feathers back!
Never fear, because…
[yawns]
Detective Chuck is here.
-Who? -Me! Chuck!
Detective Chuck!
Camp Splinterwood's greatest crime fighting mastermind!
[yelps and grunts]
Bomb, go find Stella. Maybe she can help us figure this out.
Stella's busy, remember? She's taking pictures for camp picture day.
But that's two days away!
You know how Stella gets.
Official camp photographer! I'm coming in.
-Hey! -She can't see me like this!
We'll be right with you!
Is everything okay?
Yeah, we're sick and amazing, especially Red!
Bomb, I can tell when you're lying!
I don't mess around when it comes to camp picture day!
Someone stole half of Red's feathers!
And not the good half. [yelps]
Don't worry 'cause Detective Chuck--
And his trusty sidekick, Bomb, are gonna crack this case wide open.
Yay! I'm a sidekick!
Okay.
Well, figure it out quick!
-Hmm. -This is awesome!
I can't wait to learn from your brilliant, unique, genius detective mind!
Thanks, Bomb, but you're too late.
Because I already solved the case.
It's obviously Neiderflyer. He hates Red.
And that's what we detectives call "probable claws."
-[giggles] -Scritchy-scratch.
Why didn't I think of that?
Because as a detective, I know everything there is to know about detectiving.
This is exciting! So what's our next move?
We watch Neiderflyer's cabin all night like a pair of hawks.
Yay! We're having a stakeout!
Hey, Chuck! Got the donuts!
Okay. So what's he doing?
He's just standing there. Now he's looking over.
He's walking to the window. He looks really upset.
You two weirdos know I can hear everything you're saying, right?
Now he closed the window and blinds.
And now we wait. [chews loudly]
[both snoring]
[yawns] My, it is really brisk out today.
Aaaah!
So, how many A's are there in "aaaah" again?
Look, I'm not answering any more of your idiotic questions.
You two birdbrains couldn't investigate your way out of a hot bowl of soup!
-Maybe I couldn't, but Chuck is a genius. -[snoring]
And he's gonna find the bird that took your feathers.
Come on. He's not a real detective.
And he's drooling on you.
How dare you!
I am a real detective.
Now, did you or did you not see anything suspicious last night?
Oh, you mean besides you two nitwits outside my cabin?
Uh, yeah, besides that.
Well…
Me me me me me me me.
[snoring]
Aah!
And there was one more thing.
-A noise. -[gasps]
-A terrifying noise like a horrible… -[distorted growling]
…hideous, howling, savage beast
that turned my blood to ice and made the feathers on my head stand on end!
But it was probably nothing.
Yeah, I guess so.
Have no fear, Bomb. I know exactly who the feather bandit is.
[laughs] We know who the feather bandit is!
-[Terence grunts] -So the feather bandit is Terence?
-[Terence growling] -[campers shouting]
-[water splashes] -Mm-hmm.
[breathes deep] Uh, Mr. Terence, I was wondering if we could ask--
Questions!
So, uh, the direct approach didn't work. What now?
We play good cop, bad cop.
[Terence growls]
I don't wanna be bad cop.
No one wants to be bad cop, Bomb.
We could play good cop, even good-er cop.
And now the student has become the master.
Namaste, Sensei.
Uh-oh!
[Terence growls]
[Bomb giggling]
[Chuck giggles]
[growls louder]
Aw, he's not talking. And my wings are killing me.
Maybe we need to try something else.
Hey, Bomb. Did I tell you about this new conditioner I've been using?
It made my feathers super-duper soft!
Oh, yeah! Very pluckable!
[grunts softly]
You know what's particularly smooth?
My butt feathers!
[growls]
This is it, Bomb. We're going to catch him red-handed.
Brace yourself.
[growls]
[liquid pouring]
[Chuck yawns]
You know, Terence is actually a sweetheart when you get to know him.
The real crime is that we ever suspected him,
but we're still no closer to finding the feather bandit.
Poor Red.
[snoring]
[Chuck groans]
Have no fear, Bomb. There's no case that Detective Chuck can…
[yawns]
[Chuck snoring]
Don't worry, Chuck. You get some sleep,
and your trusty sidekick will keep looking for the bandit.
[insects chirping]
Feather bandit? Are you out here?
Hello?
-[bushes rustle] -Aah!
Oh, it's you.
Aah!
[snoring]
Chuck! Chuck! Wake up!
Chuck sleepy. Leave Chuck alone.
[grunts] Let go of the hoe, Chuck! The feather bandit birdnapped Bomb!
-Aah! -It gets worse.
Half the camp's missing feathers too.
You gotta figure this out! Everyone's depending on you!
I have no idea what I'm doing.
The bandit is always one step ahead of me. I can't do this!
You can.
Has Detective Chuck ever not solved a case?
Hey, that's true! Okay, Chuck. Time to think. Dig into your mind.
Recall the ideas into one neat little pile.
Leave no stone un-hoed.
Oh! I've got it!
[grunts] Well, don't give it to me! [yelps]
Let's go rescue Bomb!
Uh, just give me a sec.
You sure Bomb's in that tool shed?
I've never been more sure of anything in my entire life.
I put all the pieces together.
You woke up with a shovel and no feathers.
Neiderflyer woke up with a rake and no feathers.
Right. But why'd you wake up with a garden hoe?
Don't you get it? Garden tools!
It's the feather bandit's calling card.
He's taunting me. He wants to be caught.
Besides, isn't it strange there's a tool shed on the mountaintop?
Okay, assuming this isn't the craziest theory ever,
how are we supposed to get up there?
I've got just the thing.
Thanks for the lift, Big T.
We're still on for tea and biscuits tomorrow?
[chuckles and grunts]
[both laugh and hoot]
[Red grunts]
[Bomb] Is someone there? Help!
Chuck! You were right!
Don't worry, Bomb! We're gonna rescue you!
[Bomb] Is that Chuck?
Not just Chuck. Detective Chuck! Oh, and Red. He's also here.
We gotta get out before the feather bandit's back.
[Bomb] No! Wait! You don't--
[all yelling]
Chuck--
We gotta get Bomb out before the tool shed gets smashed to bits!
On the contrary, that's how we get Bomb out.
[Red yelling]
Ugh! My first picture day and everyone's totally plucked.
-[explosion] -[Red and Chuck yelling]
[Bomb grunts]
Chuck saved Bomb from the feather bandit!
-[campers gasp] -Oh!
Uh, about that…
Save your thanks, Bomb.
Now that everyone's here, it's time to crack this case wide open.
With my keen detectiving skills, I have detectivized
that the feather bandit is none other than…
Huh. Odd. This thing must be broken.
-Uh, Chuck? -Not now, Bomb.
I'm about to make my big reveal.
Uh, I think you just did.
You're the feather bandit.
Don't you remember?
You grabbed me in the woods and stashed me in that tool shed.
Oh, come on. That's absolute-- [gasps]
[Chuck snoring]
[Chuck grunts and caws]
[Bomb yelps]
[snoring continues]
Ahh, I have been having a recurring dream about making a giant pillow.
And you were there, and you were there, and-- Oh!
You were the feather bandit the whole time?!
Sorry, everyone.
Actually, I'm proud of you, Chuck.
Hey, yeah!
Not only was I smart enough to solve the crime,
I was smart enough to pull it off and stay one step ahead of myself.
-[giggles] -[Neiderflyer] Ahem!
Time for you to get plucked!
[Chuck screaming]
An hour late, but we're all here with our feathers on.
Say cheeps!
-[campers] Cheeps! -[Chuck screaming]
[theme music playing]