I traced the trucks path to Mr. Burns's house. Surprise, Mr. Burns is evil, I thought. I got out of the Piemobile, with a pie in hand, and hopped the fence.
Before my feet even touched the ground, the hounds were already in position. I only had a moment to act, so I reached into my utility belt and threw a donut into the front of the pack. It exploded on impact, covering all of the hounds with a sticky glaze. They couldn't move.
My next problem came when Fat Tony and the rest of the mophia came out to see what the commotion was about. Boy, I thought, Mr. Burns didn't spare any expense this time. They drew their guns and fired, but I reached my wrist just in time. I pushed a button on my watch, and it opened up into a very big, durable Pieshield. The bullets bounced harmlessly of, and I threw another donut in front of them. This time, it exploded into a cloud of powder, and I passed right by into the house.
When I finally got into the house, I slipped down into the basement, where I found one last surprise. Two men were tied up. One of them was Smithers, and the other was Mr. Burns!