to my daddy.
Well, we gotta be pushing off, Cora.
But I'm sure business will pick up.
Ew, that stinks.
Oh!
You were right, Freddy.
Business did just pick up.
Uncle Freddy, you stink.
Smells like you've been
to a few too many happy hours.
Oh, no. I do not believe this.
What's wrong?
I can't letJulie
smell me like this.
Somebody else has gotta be driving.
Garrett, have you got your license yet?
I wish. I'm only 12.
Oh, no. This looks bad.
This looks really bad.
Beethoven?
Whoa! Freddy?
What have you been doing?
I-I can explain.
This is Cora's moonshine.
I can smell that.
Out of the van.
Man.
You ought to be
ashamed of yourself, Freddy.
With the kids?
I am not drunk, okay?
This is all Beethoven's fault.
Oh, great.
- 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.
Stand on one foot.
- Can you hop?
- Oh, ha, ha, ha.
All right. All right. I get it.
Very funny.
So, you found nothing on the Net?
Nothing we didn't already know.
That's why I thought
we might 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.
And the cats were part of the deal.
Ew! They're stuffed.
Yep.
It creates
an interesting atmosphere.
- Interesting isn't the word.
- Yeah, I know.
I know.
It's a very weird town.
Hey, come on, Beethoven. Come on.
Come on, Beethoven.
So, so far I found nothing
about the Seligs.
Why don't you try
looking under "bank robberies"?
Maybe there'll be a chapter
on Rita and Moe.
Yeah. Good idea.
Mm-hmm.
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 $ 10 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?
Uh, 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 long time.
Come on, boy.
Hey, The Saga of the Seligs.
- Hey, Garrett. This is it!
- This is it!
I'll take that.
Uh, but hey...
Let's go.
Come on, Beethoven.
What's he taking it up there for?
I don't know,
but I'm gonna find out.
So, what do you know
about Mr. Giles, the librarian?
Giles? I don't know.
I'll go out on a limb
and say he likes books.
You good?
Uh-huh.
Dealer takes three.
Well, I don't know.
He's been around forever.
He sticks to himself. Hmm. Why?
Well, Garrett and I went up
to the library today,
and he seemed a little strange.
You'll get no argument from me there.
Your bet.
Okay, but one question first.
Mm-hmm.
What do you call it again
when you have all the same suit,
and they're all in order?
A straight fiush.
Oh. Yeah, that's right.
Okay, then.
I bet all of this.
Take it.
You bluffed me.
- Oh, man. I cannot believe it.
- I learned from the best.
Torched by a teenager.
I am losing my touch.
And to think, I'm only 12.
Yeah.
I'm going up to bed.
Hey, don't eat all those.
We're playing again tomorrow.
Okay.
You know,
Camp Freddy's not so bad.
- Better than the Bahamas?
- Well, I wouldn't go that far.
- Good night.
- Good night.
Hey, Beethoven.
Know what a royal fiush is?
Then I'm not playing you either.
What is it, boy?
- What happened?
- I think Beethoven just scared off a burglar.
I heard him howl.
That could have meant it was the ghosts.
- Mmm, no, I don't