Flack and Tubbs wander through the fair; they haven't gone far until they hear, "Heyallrightnowtendollarstwen tydollarsthirtydollarsfourty dollars.", at which point they observe an auctioneer, surrounded by a large crowd of people, at a stage nearby.
"Dat's it!" Flack says.
The dognappers jostle their way to the front of the crowd. "Excuse me, cousin," Flack says. "Me associate and I got a piece a' property we'd like ya's ta evaluate fer us."
"Property?" Tubbs whispers. "We ain't got no property. We's squattin' in da house we got now!"
"Not da house, you twit," Flack whispers in reply. "Da machine!"
"Da machine?"
"Don't tell me ya forgot already!"
"Duh, what machine was dat?"
"Ow."
"Huh?" Flack promptly pinches Tubbs' nose. "OW! Oh, oh yeah, da echo machine!"
Flack turns to the auctioneer again. "We's even willin' ta pay ya's a fee. So, how 'bout it?"
"Sureallrightnowsoundslikeago oddealgreatdealwonderfuldeal excellentdeal, soletsgoletshurryletshustlel etsgonow." the auctioneer replies.
The dognappers lead the auctioneer over to the echo machine. "So, cousin," Flack says, motioning toward the machine. "Whaddaya s'pose a fine piece a' machinery such as dis oughta go for?" Tubbs then walks over to the machine and drops a quarter in.
The auctioneer looks the machine over. "WellI'dsayabouttwohundreddollarsth reehundreddollarsfourhundred dollarsfivehundreddollars."
From the machine comes, "Twohundreddollarsthreehundre ddollarsfourhundreddollarsfi vehundreddollars."
"I-I can't believe it." says an astonished Flack. "How did they…?"
"Wow," says Brighteyes, who's standing next to Scrounger. "You imitated that guy really well!"
"Who's imitating him?" the yellow basset hound replies. "You were standing on my tail."
The auctioneer turns to Flack. "Wellnowwwhere'smypaymyfeemywagesmymoney?"
"Aw, g'wan, beat it!" Flack snaps rudely.
"Whyyoujerkyouratyoulouseyout roublemaker, I'mgonnapunchyousohardyourfrie ndthere'sgonnafeelit!"
"Huh?" Flack replies, at which the auctioneer promptly gives him a swift uppercut to his long pointy nose, knocking him to the ground.
"OWW!" Tubbs squeals, rubbing his nose.(That auctioneer was truly a man of his word!)
"C'mon, Tubbs," Flack says, slowly climbing to his feet. "There's gotta be somethin' 'round here what makes a sound them mutts can't match!" The dognappers then set off again.