When there's more of your drool
than my ice cream in this bowl, it's yours.
Do you want it? OK, fine.
You don't fool me with that coy thing.
I saw you pretending you didn't want it.
I knew you wanted it.
- (growls)
- (Garrett) Shh! There he is.
(Freddy) 12 noon. Just like clockwork.
Giles goes for his chilli burger
and Rolaids. OK, let's go.
All yours.
Julie would kill me
if she saw me doing this.
- Where'd you learn how to pick a lock?
- I used to be a locksmith.
Something like that.
- It's just up those stairs.
- Fine. Nobody touch anything.
No one can know we were here.
You two stay here and keep guard.
Beethoven and I will go on a little recon.
(growls)
Down. Shh!
Beethoven! What part of "don't touch
anything" didn't you understand?
Shh!
Hey!
Hey, what are you doing?
Beethoven, cut it out.
Quiet, or the whole town will hear. Shh!
No, no, no!
(barking)
Oh, no. Thank you!
Uncle Freddy!
What happened to being quiet?
Everything's fine.
I got it under control, OK?
(Beethoven growls)
Key.
(alarm)
(alarm keeps ringing)
(barks and growls)
- Yes, sir.
- That's it, we're going up. Come on.
Needless to say, I didn't last long
in the security business.
Come on, bird dog.
This is very weird.
Do you really think
our ten-dollar bill is in here?
There's only one way to find out.
Let's search the place.
Whoa, Rita and Moe!
- This is a little suspicious.
- (Sara) Hey, the red carnation!
Let's look in here.
- (Garrett) Find anything, Freddy?
- Nothing from this century.
Hey, look.
- What did you find?
- Negatives.
Can't tell what they're of.
- They must be important to be in here.
- Let me see.
(inquisitive growl)
- What's wrong, Beethoven?
- Someone's coming.
Don't panic. Stay calm. Everybody just...
- Or what? Go to jail?
- No, no, no.
- OK, when I tell you, run.
- You're going to time us?
What? No. Go, go, go. Out the front door.
(alarm goes off)
(alarm, clattering)
(rings)
(stops)
- We should tell Julie.
- Tell the sheriff we trashed the place?
I like her, but the inside of a jail cell is not
the best way to make an impression.
(creaking)
(ghostly whispering)
- Don't skimp on the whipped cream.
- Don't worry. I got a whole case.
Beethoven!
Breakfast time!
Beethoven! Breakfast time!
That's weird. He never misses breakfast.
Beethoven!
I'll check around front.
Beethoven! (whistles)
- Beethoven!
- Beethoven!
(Sara) Beethoven!
Breakfast time!
Beethoven!
Beethoven!
Thanks for coming by so quickly, Julie.
I don't like it. Somebody's getting
a little too serious about this money.
Don't forget to put those posters up. I'll let
you know if I get any leads on Beethoven.
OK.
(clapped-out engine noises)
We'll find him. Right, Uncle Freddy?
Don't worry, Sara.
We'll get Beethoven back.
We'd better get inside.
- He's missing, huh?
- Yeah.
Well, that's just too bad.
Thanks for letting me
post this here, Mr Herman. Bye.
Bye, Sara. I'm so sorry
to hear Beethoven's missing.
Whoa.
Missing, huh? I'll bet you 100 bucks the
dog found a collie and ran off to Vegas.
- What makes you say that?
- That's what I'd do.
How about 50 bucks?
- 20. Come on, give me a number.
- Hey, there you are.
Check this out. One and one makes three.
Whoa! Rita and Moe had a baby?
I know. I know who has Beethoven!
(door opens)
Yes?
Sorry to bother you, Mr Giles,
but I need to ask you a few questions.
- About what, Sheriff?
- About Beethoven. Have you seen him?
Check the central cemetery in Vienna.
Look next to Mozart's tomb.
- Very funny, Mr Giles.
- I meant Beethoven the dog.
- Were you home last night?
- No, I was cleaning the library.
And blow-drying some wet cats.
We know who you really are.
You are the son of Rita and Moe Selig.
That's preposterous.
- Why are you so sure of this?
- It