Subtitle Ace Ventura: Pet Detective Apr 2026

"Another case closed," he told the tabby cat, who had followed him out. "And I only lost one shoe to a snapping turtle. Re-he-he-he-ally good day's work!"

"Alrighty then!" Ace shouted, diving over the beast. "Hardball it is!" subtitle Ace Ventura: Pet Detective

He spun around, dodging a bewildered waiter, and sprinted toward the kitchen. He slid across the floor on his knees, threw open the back door, and came face-to-face with a massive, very much alive alligator blocking the alleyway. "Another case closed," he told the tabby cat,

Ace stopped, squinted, and began making high-pitched clicking noises while flapping his elbows. "Listen, Mr. Tooth-y-Pants. I have your second cousin twice removed in a zippered format. You want him back? Show me where they’re keeping the stolen albino crawfish!" The alligator blinked, hissed, and swiped its tail. "Hardball it is

Ace Ventura sat in the back of a humid, neon-lit jazz club in New Orleans, nursing a bowl of sunflower seeds. He wasn’t there for the music; he was staring intently at a high-end alligator-skin handbag resting on the chair of a local socialite.