(At the Frizzle Factory, DuBois has Zira and the others search Calhoun and Aladdin for Frizzle's will.)
Zira: We searched Calhoun, boss. But the will ain't on her!
DuBois: Then frisk the man!
Toralei: I'll handle this one! (Reaches into Aladdin's chest looking for the will but instead gets a bear trap on her hand.) Yowww!
Calhoun: (to Aladdin) Nice booby trap. (Aladdin just smirks slyly.)
(The other Predators start laughing at Toralei's pain, but DuBois whacks her with her cane into a stack of boxes in frustration. The predators stop laughing.)
DuBois: Do they have the will or not?!
Zira: Nah. Just this stupid love letter.
DuBois: No matter. I doubt that will is going to show up in the next 15 minutes anyway.
Calhoun: What happens in the next 15 minutes?
DuBois: Toontown will be legally mine. Lock, stock and barrel.
(Meanwhile, Sally is still hurt after getting dipped and hitting the lamppost. Just then, Pinkie comes zooming out of the tunnel in Calhoun's now wrecked car.)
Pinkie: Sally! Is that you?!
Sally: No! It's Ray Bolger! Ahh! Eek! Ooh!
Pinkie: Jumping Jeepers! What happened?
Sally: DuBois grabbed your husband and Calhoun, and took them to the Frizzle Factory.
Pinkie: The Frizzle Factory? I know where that is! Get in!
Sally: Move over, Pink! You've done enough driving for one night. (Sally takes over the wheel for Pinkie.)
(Back at the factory, Joanna and Kaa are seen drilling a hole in the wall where sounds from Toontown are heard.)
Joanna: Duh, Toontown's right on the other side of the wall, boss!
DuBois: You see, Ms. Calhoun? The successful conclusion of this case draws the curtains on my career as a jurist in Toontown. I'm retiring to take a new role in the private sector.
Calhoun: That wouldn't be Cloverleaf Industries, by any chance? (Zira stops her with her gun.)
Dubois: You're looking at the sole stockholder.
(Outside the factory, Pinkie and Sally pull up in the front. Pinkie pulls out a gun.)
Pinkie: Sally, you go to the cops! I'm gonna save my husband!
Sally: Be careful with that gun! This ain't no cartoon, you know! This is no way to make a living. (She drives off to find the police.)
(Pinkie tries to get in through a tiny window but it won't budge.)
Pinkie: Wouldn't you know? Locked.
(The window then flips her into the building and into a nearby toilet where she gets flushed away. Meanwhile, above her, DuBois drops a large metal plate under an unknown contraption hidden under a huge sheet. She then turns the knob of a faucet that pours a strange but familiar liquid.)
DuBois: Can you guess what this is?
Aladdin: (screaming) Oh, my gosh! It's DIP!
DuBois: That's right, my boy! Enough to dip Toontown off the face of the Earth!