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 a hundred bucks
the dog found a collie and ran off to Vegas.
What makes you say that?
That's what I'd do.
Hey, how about 50 bucks?
Twenty? Come on. Give me a number. Uh...
Hey, there you are.
You gotta check this out.
One and one makes three.
Whoa! Rita and Moe had a baby?
I know.
I know who has Beethoven.
Yes?
Sorry to bother you, Mr. Giles,
but I need to ask you a few questions.
About what, Sheriff?
We're looking for Beethoven.
Have you seen him?
I suggest you 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 was Crazy Cora.
She said that Rita and Moe got away.
She also said
she was selling moonshine to aliens.
But it made me think,
what if they really did get away?
It would explain
why they never found the bodies.
And Cora also said that they had a kid.
Show them the negative
you printed, Garrett,
that you were hiding, Mr. Giles.
But what really did it was this.
The letters I saw
in the store window. Giles is...
Selig... spelled backwards.
Of course! An anagram.
What do you say, Mr. Giles?
You're a regular little detective,
aren't you, kid?
It's true. Mom and Dad survived
that plunge into the lake.
Of course, they never did get over it.
Scared them to death.
They escaped to Canada...
and put their bank robbing days
behind them.
All these years,
everyone's been looking in the wrong place.
They buried everything
from all their heists...
somewhere in that old mercury mine.
They were too scared
to come back to America.
Oh, well. Besides,
the only map to the money
went down with the car in the lake.
Anyway, after they died,
I came back here...
to see if I could find the money,
and I never found a thing.
Why'd you give up?
Oh, I got tired.
I thought my secret was safe until...
this week when your dog found
some of the loot.
So,
are you going to bring me to the jail?
What about Beethoven?
Did you take him?
No. No.
Go ahead and look around.
I didn't take him.
He isn't here.
It's too neat.
Believe me.
He'd be hard to hide.
Well then, there's no reason
to arrest you, Mr. Giles.
You're not your parents.
So, ifhe doesn't have Beethoven,
who does?
It's your moment of truth, mutt.
Okay. All right. Here.
Let me show you something.
See this?
Oh. There.
My ticket out of this dump.
I loathe this place.
Oh, look at that.
Huh? See that.
All right. Look.
Get a whiff of that cash.
You smell that?
You smell that?
That's what we're gonna find
tonight, all right? Good. Listen.
You take me to that cash,
or I'll bury you right here.
Come on. Now! Now!
Yeah. Keep it up, keep it up.
Come on. Where is it?
Don't lose it now.
I've been dreaming about this day. You know you
can't even get a decent latte in this rathole?
Just keep going.
Come on. Come on.
It's gonna be great.
Whoa! Hey, what the...
You think you're smarter?
Listen, you can't fool me.
All right? Come on.
Come on.
Wasting my life in a town...
where the yokels think
a Twinkie is a French pastry.
Who said you could take a break?
Come on, dog breath.
Aaah! Whoa! Whoa!
What the... Hey!
Hey! What...
Oh, my... What?
Ow.
Hey. Hey. No, no.
Hey, w-wait a minute!
Hey, hey, hey! Wait,
wait, wait. Where you going?
Don't... Wait a minute.
Where are you...
Come back.
Come back here. Hey!
Hey, hey! Hey.
Get back here! Ow!
Did you hear that?
Yeah.
Come on.
Beethoven.
Beethoven!
What-What did they do to you?
There. Is that better, boy?
Oh, where were you?
Oh. Hey, where are