There are too many people
sneaking around here of late.
The wood creatures don't like it.
They told me so, telepathically.
You know what I think? I think it's you
don't want any people looking at your still.
- What still?
- I was just reading about stills.
Is it a pot still or a column still?
I can't confirm or deny that I have a still.
But if I did have a still...
of course it would be a column still.
Do you single- or double-distil?
I don't distil, since I don't have a still.
But if I did have a still,
I'd triple-distil for smoothness.
- If you had a theoretical still...
- Oh, what the hey.
Why don't you just come and have a look?
(Sara) What's a still?
(Garrett) Kind of a home-made
whisky warehouse.
- (Cora) Business has been slow, Freddy.
- Really?
I was hoping you were a new customer.
So, all these people are looking for
Rita and Moe's cash?
That's a hoot! Don't they know
Rita and Moe took it with them?
Cora, you can't take it
with you when you go.
No, they took it with them. To Cleveland.
Or maybe it was Kansas City.
No, no, they drowned right here.
You can't believe the papers.
No, my daddy told me.
They got away, they settled down,
they raised a family.
Probably joined the PTA.
(clattering and clanking)
Yup, they must have been
living on Easy Street.
- There's no loot?
- But Beethoven found this ten-dollar bill.
They're long gone.
The elohim, the most holy
of all the extraterrestrials...
they saw it all.
And reported it back to my daddy.
Well, we got to be pushing off.
But I'm sure business will pick up.
(laughter)
You were right, Freddy.
Business did just pick up.
(Sara) Uncle Freddy, you stink.
Smells like you've been to
a few too many happy hours.
(siren)
- Oh, no. I do not believe this.
- What's up?
I can't let Julie smell me like this.
Somebody else drive.
- Garrett, have you got your licence yet?
- I wish. I'm only 12.
This looks bad. This looks really bad.
(puts on handbrake)
Beethoven?
Whoa! Freddy,
what have you been doing?
I can explain. This is Cora's moonshine.
I can smell that. Out of the van.
Man!
You ought to be ashamed of yourself.
With the kids?!
I am not drunk. This is Beethoven's fault.
Now you're trying to blame the dog?
Arms out, eyes closed.
- I do not drink and drive.
- Right forefinger to your nose.
Is this really necessary?
Left forefinger to your nose.
- Satisfied?
- Right elbow to your nose.
- What?
- Do it.
It won't reach.
(puzzled growl)
Stand on one foot.
Can you hop?
Oh, ha ha ha. All right, I get it.
Very funny.
- So, you found nothing on the net?
- Nothing we didn't already know.
That's why we have to approach it
the old-fashioned way.
It looks normal, but this is Quicksilver.
What's the catch?
Wait till you see inside.
The building was donated by
some lady who was a feline freak.
Cats were part of the deal.
Eww, they're stuffed!
Yup. It creates
an interesting atmosphere.
- lnteresting isn't the word.
- Yeah, I know.
It's a very weird town.
Come on, Beethoven.
Come on.
So far I've found nothing about the Seligs.
Look under "bank robberies". Maybe
there'll be a chapter on Rita and Moe.
Yeah. Good idea.
- Looking for something?
- Mr Giles!
We were just researching Rita and Moe.
- Rita and Moe.
- Yeah, you know. The bank robbers.
Yes. Every few years or so I get
a little run on research about them.
This week it's been like a stampede.
Apparently some young girl - not a local -
found an interesting ten-dollar bill.
- Was that you?
- Uh, actually it was my dog. Beethoven.
So. It is true.
Do you mind if I see
the money for myself?
Actually, it's at my uncle Freddy's house.
Exactly where was this bill found?
Well, we don't know.
But that's why we're here.
So we can get clues about
Rita and Moe's last day.
- I can't help you.
- Why?
- Everything is checked out.
- Everything?
Checked out. For a