The next day, Dr. Scratchansniff skipped his conference as he said he would and he and the Warner trio made their plans to return the bag of money to the bank.
However, little did the four of them know, Charlie, Fred and Dale were following them.
The idea was suggested yesterday at the hideout while the three patched up their injuries from the fall, by Dale, who got an approval from Charlie, the boss, who denied Fred's idea of re-creating the incident, along with getting another hit on the back of the head from Dale.

As he and the Warners walked along the streets of the big apple, Dr. Scratchansniff felt a bit off.
"Say kidez, do you have a feeling that we're being watched?" he asked the trio.
"Funny you said that doc.
We felt yesterday," Yakko replied.
Wakko and Dot nodded to what their brother had said.
"AHCHOO! AHCHOO!" went a sound.
Dr. Scratchansniff and the Warners looked up to see who had made the noise.
The four of them saw that it was Charlie, Dale and Fred, who were hiding out next to a flower cart, so that they wouldn't get spotted.
However, thanks to Fred's sneezing, the crooks were caught.
"You had to sneeze," Dale snapped at Fred.
"Sorry, I'm allergic to tulips," said Fred, who earned yet another slap to the back of the head.
"Hey, it's those nice men who we met yesterday," said Dot, pointing to the criminals.
"And you're the kids that stole our bag of cash and took our photo," said Charlie.
"Uh, kidez, I think we should make a run for it," Dr. Scratchansniff suggested.
The Warners thought it was a good idea as well, as Charlie and his gang had not so happy looks on their face.
And with that, Yakko, Wakko, Dot and Dr. Scratchansniff took off running, with the crooks, gaining up on them.

Dr. Scratchansniff and the Warners ran through the crowded sidewalks to avoid being caught by Charlie and his gang.
"This way kidez!" said the doctor as he lead Yakko, Wakko and Dot down a flight of stairs, which turned out to be the way to the subways.
The four cut through the crowds of residents and travelers getting on and off the underground trains.
"Did we loss them?" asked Wakko.
"Spotted them boss!" Dale called out.
"Don't let them out of your sight!" Charlie called out.
"I'm scared," said Dot, grabbing on to the doctor's leg.
"Now now Dot, ve'll think of something," he said.
Just then, Dr. Scratchansniff spotted something in a distance coming their way.
It was a moving subway train.
"OK kidez, vhen the train stops here, ve all climb onboard," he said the the Warners.
"Agree," spoke Yakko, Wakko and Dot at once.
The subway train then came to a stop and the carts doors opened, letting out and welcoming in passengers, including Dr. Scratchansniff and the Warners.
Yakko, Wakko and Dot got on board first, however just as he was about to join them, Dr. Scratchansniff felt something or rather someone grab his shoulders.
He looked up to see that Fred was holding him in place.
"Scratchy!" Yelled Yakko, Wakko and Dot.
The three were about to run off the subway, but the doors shut before the three could have a chance to do so.
Afterwards, the subway rode off.

"I got him boss!" shouted Fred.
This time, it was Charlie gave him slap on the back of the head and said, "You idiot! are you trying to attract attention.
He doesn't even have the items on him."
It was true, as Dot had the camera, and Wakko was holding the sack of money.
"So what should we do with this guy?
Should we let him go?"
"He'll go to the police and look for those kids," Dale pointed out.
"Exactly, let's take him back to the hideout, maybe he can be of some use to us," said Charlie.
All Dr. Scratchansniff could do at this moment was swallow a massive gulp sound.

As it was planned, Charlie and his gang took Dr, Scratchansniff back to the hideout down at the pier.
Once the four arrived, the doctor was then tied to a chair.
"There, all nice and tight," said Fred, as he double knotted the rope around Dr. Scratchansniff's wrists.
"Vhy are you doing this?!
Vhat do you vant with me?!" snapped Dr. Scratchansniff.
"Look pal, those brats of yours have what we want," Charlie replied.
"And if you're willing to cooropraite, maybe we can work out a deal with them," added Dale.
"They're not my kids.
I'm their p-sychitrist, Dr. Scratchansniff pointed out, They followed me on my trip here to the city."
"So, where did your kids?" asked Fred.
"How should I know?
You grabbed me before I had a chance to get on the subway vith them.
If I did get on vith them, vhat am I doing here?"
"The old coot's got you there," spoke Dale, who gave Fred, yet another well deserved slap to the back of the head.
"I'm not a coot!
I am a p-sychitrist!" snapped Dr. Scratchansniff.
"Now, now gentlemen, let's be more professional about the situation, said Charlie, If we can't get to those kids, we have the kids come to us."
"Let's bring them here by saying we're having a party," suggested Fred.
Dale gave him another slap to the back of the head and said, "You idiot, are you trying to attract attention?
We have to do it at a place and at a time where and when no one would take notice."
"Good idea.
Once I come up with the time and location, you write out the ransom," said Charlie.
"How come you have more respect for Dale and not for me?" Fred asked the boss.
"Because Dale's got a better head on his shoulders and knows how this business works.
Plus if it wasn't for him, I never would had passed 8th-12th grade math and history."
"Being an honor student had it's ups and downs.
So, what do we do the doc in the meanwhile?" Dale asked.
"Let's keep him comfortable, after all he's our guest," Charlie replied.
"Should I make him some tea?" asked Fred, who once again got another slap on the back of head by Dale.
"I was thinking more of something else we use for all our "guests"," said Dale.
"You read my mind.
"Start playing the record," said the boss.
"Vhat kind of record?" asked Dr. Scratchansniff.
"It's the type of music we play that drives all our "guests" to the brink of insanity...Polka music."
"Vonderful! I love Polka music."
"Looks like we are gonna need something stronger for him," Dale pointed out.
"Right, put on the tape on," Charlie said to him.
"With pleasure."
Dale pushed Dr. Scratchansniff's chair in front of a small tv, pushed a button on and something appeared with seconds on the screen.
"Yum Yum doddle dum.
Hahaha," went Baloney, the orange colored dinosaur that stared on a popular kid's show.
"AAAHHHH!
NO! NOT THAT! ANTHING BUT THAT!" screamed Dr. Scratchansniff.