Arthur | Buster on the Case | Season 18

I don't know.

That doesn't sound like Fern.

Trust me, George.

It's all because of this fight she had with Muffy.

Just wait and see.

You're early, I...

Oh!

You're that private eye, Buster Baxter!

What are you doing here?

I brought something:

a package with your name written all over it.

My name isn't "The Mill Creek Mall."

Inside the bag.

It's from the heiress Muffy Crosswire.

An apology, in blue, orange, green...

Oh yes, I forgot all about our little spat.

So that isn't why you're sad?

No, it isn't.

You fellas are swell, but this dame's still down in the dumps

and a pretty ribbon isn't going to pull her out.

Good day, gentlemen.

See?

I told you.

I could've sworn I had this case cracked.

No offense, but Virgule Watteau

would have put the clues together by now and...

That's it!

Clues!

There's one staring us right in the face!

Remember what Fern just said?

You're early, I...

Oh!

Just who was she expecting?

I was no mathematician,

but this story wasn't adding up.

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