Beethoven's 5th Page #4

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start out by calling her honey.

Honey, we can work this out.

Sweet thing like you.

Ow, ow, ow!

It's a takedown! Oh, yeah!

Eurgh!

Don't you scratch an itch

until I tell you to.

Yes, sir. Ma'am! I mean ma'am.

Ow!

No, Beethoven, you do not

want to mess with the sheriff.

See that right there? That's her dad.

The Equaliser!

He was the greatest wrestler to ever mash

your face into the mat. The Equaliser!

Uncle Freddy.

(laughs) What are you doing?

(car zooms past)

A little wrestling talk

between the guys. Sports fans.

- So. What's up?

- (siren)

Me and Beethoven wanted to

go check out some stores nearby.

Good, fine. Well, have fun.

And behave yourself.

- We will.

- So long, Beethoven.

Come on, Beethoven.

Come on, let's check this place out.

It looks friendly.

- Get that Big Foot out of here.

- I'm sorry.

Come on, boy. Come on.

Did that big elephant

scare you, Babycakes?

You stay here, OK? I won't be long.

Come back here, Babycakes.

Listen to Mommy.

You know, little girl, this is a local store.

And you're no local.

- What are you doing in Quicksilver?

- I'm visiting my uncle Freddy.

- Freddy Kablinski.

- The grease monkey?

He's a mechanic. A certified mechanic.

(Beethoven growls)

(more growling)

Do you have any samples?

What does this look like,

Saks Fifth Avenue?

I've got surveillance cameras all over,

so don't think about stuffing your pockets.

I guess I can charge you

the local price. 7.41.

(cash register pings)

- Do you think I was born yesterday?

- What?

Oh, I see. The big-city folk are coming to

Quicksilver to make the yokels look silly.

This is phoney. Counterfeit. Funny money.

- Really, I didn't know.

- Didn't know? Hmm.

Everyone knows Hamilton is on the tens

and Andrew Jackson is on the twenties.

There it is. Andrew Jackson clear as day.

Issued in 1920.

Um...

I'm sorry. I'd better be going now.

I'll bring back real money. Bye.

1920?

Come on, boy. Let's get out of here.

(farts)

(farts)

You say Alexander Hamilton's

supposed to be on the ten?

Uh-huh. And Andrew Jackson's

on the twenty.

We'll see about that.

You have to have money

before you can spot counterfeit bills.

- We'd better go to the bank.

- Wait.

- Here you go.

- Oh! Thank you, Mr Gates.

I won it from Mr Dobson.

It pains me to admit Evie Kling might be

right about anything, but guess what?

- She is right.

- It was so humiliating.

- Maybe we should turn it in to the sheriff.

- I say ignore law enforcement.

- Let's keep it.

- Yeah.

No. No, we'd better go to the sheriff.

As long as Beethoven doesn't

get in trouble for passing funny money.

I don't think they have room

for him in the big house.

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