cue.
That, Beethoven, is the number one
moneymaker in this town...
the speed trap on Quicksilver Drive.
Out-of-towners think they can just
blast through here at any speed.
Then they meet the sheriff.
[Radio Chatter]
Nine times out of 10,
some yokel's at the wheel.
He'll think he can handle her
Just 'cause she's a woman.
[Man]
Perfect. She's a chick.
- License and registration.
- Darlin' what did I do wrong?
It's Sheriff Dempsey.
License.
Well, you gotta hope that he doesn't
start out by calling her "honey."
Honey, we can work this out.
Sweet thing like you.
Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow!
Yes! It's a takedown! Oh, yeah!
[Chuckles]
Oh!
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 Equalizer!
Yes, he was the greatest wrestler
to ever mash a face into the mat.
The Equalizer!
[Laughing]
Uncle Freddy?
[Giggling]
What are you doing?
[Motorcycle Engine Rewing]
Just a little wrestling talk
between the guys.
Me and Beethoven.
You know, sports fans. So, what's up?
[Siren Wailing]
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, Beethoven.
Let's check this place out. It looks friendly.
[Dog Barking]
- [Barking]
- Get that bigfoot out of here.
I'm sorry. Come on, boy. Come on.
[Barking]
Oh, did that big elephant
scare you, Baby Cakes?
[Growling]
[Dog Barking]
You stay here, okay?
I won't be long.
[Murmurs]
Come back here, Baby Cakes!
Listen to Mommy.
[Barking]
- [Barking]
- [Murmurs]
You know, little girl,
this is a locals 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.
Ooh.
[Beethoven Barking]
Do you have any samples?
What does this look like,
Saks Fifth Avenue?
Look. I've got surveillance cameras
all over this place.
So don't even think
about stuffing your pockets.
I guess I can charge you
the local price... 7.41.
[Register Dings]
What do you think,
I was born yesterday?
What?
Oh, I see.
The big city folk are coming to Quicksilver
to make the local yokels look silly, right?
This is phony. Counterfeit.
- Funny money.
- Really. I didn't know.
Didn't know? Hmm.
Everyone knows that Hamilton is on the 10s
and Andrew Jackson is on the 20s.
There it is.
Andrew Jackson, clear as day.
Issued in 1920.
Um, I'm sorry!
I better be going now!
I'll bring back real money. Bye!
1920? Hmm.
- Come on, boy.
- [Murmurs]
- Let's get out of here.
- [Barking]
- [Farts]
- [Squeaky, High-pitched Fart]
So, you say Alexander Hamilton
is supposed to be on the 10, huh?
Uh-huh.
And Andrew Jackson's on the 20.
Hmm. Well, we'll see about that.
Oh, I guess you have to have money
before you can spot counterfeit bills.
We better go to the bank.
Wait.
Here you go.
Oh.
Thank you, Mr. Gates.
I won it from Mr. Dobson.
You know, it pains me to admit
that Evie Kling might be right
about anything, but guess what.
She is right.
It was so humiliating.
We should just turn this into 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.
[Murmurs]
[Freddy] Oh, I don't think they have
room for him in the big house.
Come on. Let's go.
[Man] Central, this is...
[Freddy]
Hey, Jim, is the sheriff in?
She's right there.
Thanks, pal.
- Oh, hey.
- Oh, hey, Freddy.
- This must be your niece,
the counterfeiter.
- I didn't know. Honest.
- Sara, this is Sheriff Dempsey.
- Call meJulie.
[Beethoven Murmuring]
- Hey, hey. Who's the thief?
- [Sara]
Beethoven!
Partners in crime, huh?
Sorry.
- [Murmuring]
- He's kind of a bottomless pit.
[Burps]
You can relax,