The next day, Fonzie was out on a date. Clayton went to the garage and found nobody around. Clayton sighed. He was happy he came to Fonzie's garage when he arrived. A smile appeared on his face after giving that sigh out. He hadn't forgotten where Fonzie kept his money. Clayton heard footsteps heading his way as he quickly closed the safe. He only had time to take out only forty – five dollars.
Clayton jumped with surprise as he saw the Fonz head over to him.
"Freeze, you creep!" Fonzie said.
Fonzie didn't see the money Clayton recently stolen.
"I didn't do anything to this dumpy little garage of yours," he told Fonzie.
"Why did you call this garage a dump? It is not a dump!" Fonzie exclaimed.
"You should be smart enough by now that a garage for cars is no dump. Stay here. Don't move!" Fonzie said and quickly walked over to the nearest telephone.
'This sure was a wrong time to come here, but I thought it wasn't,' Clayton thought to himself.
Fonzie returned.
"The cops are on their way to put you back in the slammer right where you belong," Fonzie told him.
Clayton decided to tell Fonzie a little white lie.
"I didn't steal anymore of your money. I was just looking at these trashy cars of yours."
"Nobody calls this precious garage a dump and get away with it!" Fonzie said with anger.
Clayton said no more. That was when the police arrived with handcuffs. That's when Clayton spoke up.
"Officer, you can't take me to prison. I did nothing wrong," Clayton lied.
"You're lying," Fonzie told him.
"Thanks for coming by. This jerk here called this garage a dump. I don't respect that at all," Fonzie told the officer in charge.
"Don't hide, Fonzarelli. I shall return," Clayton said as the police officer handcuffed him and the two of them walked away.