Off you go.

Knock it off, you creep!

Boy takes off his pants.

That may be giving off radiation.

I'm going back to that den of thieves, and I'm getting every cent of my money back.

Listen, Officer Smartass, I don't drop my pants at the drop of a hat.

Here's my receipt.

Here's my receipt.

It's all part of my ongoing curiosity and fascination with marine life and oceanography.

Welcome to my sting.

I mean, my stink.

At this point, I shall drop my pants in protest of the shoddy business practices of this store, and I shall not repent myself until all my money has been cheerfully refunded.

I'm like a piece of cheese waiting in the trap for Monsieur Mouse to come and partake of my rich, smoky flavor.

Well, now my major consideration.

My watch was resting again.

I want my money back!

I want my money back!

I mean, my stinking room.

Let's see, here's my money.

And I'd just like to say that it's a relief that you're waiting on me instead of some slick sales clerk who might rip me off.