"Com'on, Tubbs," Flack says, as Tubbs dazedly climbs to his feet. "We gots ta find somethin' else. Hmm, dere's another crowbar in da back a' da van. Maybe we could use dat ta pry da door open."

"Aw gee, walk all da way back to da van?"

"Youse gotta better idea?"

"Well, we could always use dat trampoline ta jus' bounce over da wall ta get to da van…"

"What? What trampoline?"

"Duh, da one in da backyard."

"Well, why didn't'cha tell me sooner? Dis'll work perfectly! We'll jus' use it ta bounce into da house!"

"Duh, but Flack, what about da van?"

"Well, da thing about da van is…" Flack begins; he hesitates for all of a second, then promptly whacks Tubbs on the side of the head.

Tubbs carries the trampoline over and sets it up under the window. Flack notices that there's a rock underneath one of the legs of the trampoline. Hm, gotta get these even, else we'll end up bouncin' into da neighbors' yard or somethin'. he thinks, as he bends over to adjust the legs.

Tubbs, apparently not noticing Flack there, steps right onto his back as he climbs onto the trampoline. "Oohh, watch where ya's goin', you hippopotamus," The skinny dognapper groans, clutching his back. "You're turnin' my spine into a curlicue!"

Tubbs hops up and down on the trampoline, getting higher and higher with each bounce. With his final bounce, however, he doesn't come back down. "Huh, the idiot achieved orbit." Flack muses, while looking up.

Tubbs is caught by the seat of his pants on a rain gutter. "Uhh, Flack…little help here?"

At that very moment, Cooler, carrying a bowling ball in his paws, pokes his head out of the nearby window. "Uh-" Tubbs begins. Cooler then hands the bowling ball to him. "-Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Tubbs finishes, as he plummets down; his pants left behind on the rain gutter.

"Steee-rike!" Cooler draws an "X" on the side of the house with a red marker.

Tubbs lands on the trampoline, bouncing high into the air and landing on Flack's head. "Duh, Flack? Hey, Flack, where are you?" he says, looking around.

"I've had nightmares about stuff like dis happening." Flack says in a muffled voice.

Tubbs climbs to his feet (much to Flack's delight), and looks down at his festive-looking underwear. "Duh, hey, I lost my pants." Just then, Tubbs' pants come floating down. "Oh, dere dey are!"

The pants end up falling over Flack's head. "Aw, Flack, you're wearin' those da wrong way! Yeesh, an' dey call me da dumb one!" Annoyed, Flack takes the pants off his head and sticks them over Tubbs' head. "Actually dis is kinda cozy," Tubbs says. "Embarrassing, but cozy."

(Unbeknownst to them, while all this was going on, Chatty had been looking from a nearby window with a portable movie camera. "Oh, this is going straight on Youtube." she says with a chuckle.)

The dognappers return to the shed yet again. "Huh," Flack muses, as he traipses inside. "Dere's gotta be somethin' else we can use…" Just then, a shovel that had been leaning against the wall falls over and beans him on the head. "Dat's it! It's brilliant!"

"Wow," says an astounded Tubbs. "Gettin' hit on da head jus' gives me a headache!"

"Don'cha see, Tubbs? We has been goin' about dis da wrong way! Rather than goin' up, we oughta be tunnelin' under ta get in!"

The two dognappers both take shovels and walk over to the house. "Now," Flack muses. "Where to start diggin'?"

"Well, hows'about da front walk?" Tubbs suggests.

"Ah, dat's a great idea, Tubbs, except WE CAN'T DIG THROUGH CEMENT, YOU NITWIT!"

"No need ta get huffy." Tubbs says under his breath.

Flack leads Tubbs over to a spot by the side of the house. "We'll dig here." he says abrasively. The two dognappers begin digging. After they've been digging for a few minutes, Tubbs hits something solid with his shovel. CLANG.

"Duh, hey Flack, I think I hit sumthin'"

"Really? Dat's great, ya musta' found treasure or somethin'!"

Shortly thereafter, the dognappers feel the ground rumbling. "Duh, is treasure supposed ta rumble like dat?" Tubbs inquires. Flack doesn't get a chance to reply, however, before a huge geyser of water jettisons them both into the night sky.

Flack and Tubbs land in the neighbor's yard. "Oof! Well, at least we's safe now." says Tubbs.

"Not quite." Flack says urgently, looking over his shoulder. Unfortunately for them, the neighbors had a pair of vicious Rottweilers who were now running straight for them. "Run Tubbs, run!" he exclaims, as the two of them make a mad dash toward the neighbor's fence, with the Rottweilers in hot pursuit. "Back, you mutts, back!"

The two dognappers finally manage to make it over the fence and escape the dogs. They lean against the fence, panting and out of breath, then slowly slump down to the ground. "Pfew." Flack slowly climbs to his feet. "Good thing we escaped, huh."

Tubbs stands up slowly, then looks over his shoulder and observes that the back of his pants has been ripped out.

"Ooh," says Flack. "Apparently we didn't escape completely."

"No, no! Not twice in da same episode!" Tubbs exclaims exasperatedly.

Yeesh, he's like a magnet for dis. Flack thinks. "Ya know…" he says, turning to Tubbs. "Dis jus' ain't worth it. Da boss can keep that lousy ruby, let's jus' get outta here. Do youse remember where ya's parked da car, Tubbs?"

"Duh, yeah, I parked it next to a fire hydrant so's I'd remember."

As if on cue, a tow truck goes by towing the dognappers' van away. "You're an idiot." Flack snarls.

The dognappers rush off after the tow truck. "STOP! STOP! COME BACK WITH OUR VAN!"