Hank J. Wimbleton(acting like a police officer in a Southern accent): You're under arrest! Tricky the Clown(acting like a criminal): You'll never catch me! (Tricky makes a snowball and throws it at Mr. Wimbleton's face. He laughs at the humorous sight and tries to make another snowball, until a snow cannonball plunges at the clown. Mr. Wimbleton created a snow cannon and is laughing at Tricky for being hit by the snow cannonball.) Tricky the Clown(angrily): Hey, that's not fair! Bandits can't afford cannons! Hank J. Wimbleton: They couldn't afford station wagons either. (A snow station wagon falls on Tricky from above.) Tricky the Clown(buried in the snow station wagon): Nice paneling. Hank J. Wimbleton(with a Southern accent): Alright, Pinhead. Your time is up! Tricky the Clown(with a cone-head face): Who you calling Pinhead? Tricky the Clown(angrily): I wanna be Dirty Dan! Hank J. Wimbleton(angrily): What makes you think you can be Dirty Dan? Tricky the Clown(proudly): I'm dirty. (Mr. Wimbleton hits Tricky with a big snow shovel.) Hank J. Wimbleton: I'd say I'm Dirty Dan. (Tricky dashes off and comes back with a big snow nail bat.) Tricky the Clown: I'd say I'm Dirty Dan. (He hits Mr. Wimbleton.) Hank J. Wimbleton: I'd say I'm Dirty Dan! (He hits Tricky.) (The boys get into a fight while shouting: "I'm Dirty Dan!". The repetition of the whacking causes the headphones to fly off Mrs. Lee's ears. Her eyes shoot open with rage again when she hears "Dirty Dan" repetitively.) Tricky the Clown: I'm Dirty Dan! (Mr. Wimbleton sees something behind Tricky and screams out of horror.) Tricky the Clown: Screaming is gonna get you nowh-- (Mrs. Lee's index finger and thumb grabs the top of Tricky's head and tears it off, leaving blood squirting out of it for a second.) Ming Lee(breathing heavily and holding Tricky's head tip): Which one of you boys is the real Dirty Dan?! Tricky the Clown(reluctantly): Um....I am? (Mrs. Lee whacks Tricky away.) Tricky the Clown(flung in the air): WAAAAH!!!!! Hank J. Wimbleton: TRICKY!!!!! (Tricky lands in the metal casing, leaving a dent. Tricky also sees hot dogs spinning around him.) Tricky the Clown(pointing at the hot dogs): Hot dogs... Ming Lee(angrily to Mr. Wimbleton): Okay, Pinhead Larry! Now you get yours! (Mr. Wimbleton cowers in fear, his goggles lenses shrink, he screams and dashes off before Mrs. Lee obliterates him with her fist, instead she obliterates the snow.) Ming Lee(angrily bellowing): PINHEEEAAAAAAAAAAAD!!!!!! (Mr. Wimbleton runs away and Mrs. Lee chases after him, he keeps running while snow gets splattered on Mrs. Lee. It turns out, Mr. Wimbleton isn't fleeing from Mrs. Lee, the duo are running on a giant hamster wheel. He trips and Ming Lee runs on top of him in the hamster wheel, like an actual hamster. Mr. Wimbleton and lands on the kotatsu, creating a crater in the ground.) Ming Lee(angrily): Now you're going to pay for those crimes, Pinhead! Hank J. Wimbleton(grabbing a wooden plank and pointing it at Mrs. Lee): Ming, step back. I'm warning you. (Mrs. Lee roars at Mr. Wimbleton.) Hank J. Wimbleton: Okay! I warned you! (He tosses the plank.) Tricky the Clown(popping up and looking in the crater, excitedly): Did you win? Tricky the Clown(gets bonked in the head by the plank): Ow. Whoa! (Tricky falls and rolls down the crater.) Tricky the Clown(seeing Hank): Hello, Hank. (Mrs. Lee roars and jumps into the crater. Mr. Wimbleton and Tricky care-hug each other and scream in horror and there is a fight cloud that formed while Mrs. Lee is attacking them.) (It is now nighttime, Mrs. Lee went back to sleep and there are two gravestones with the names, "Dirty Dan" and "Pinhead Larry" engraved on them. Mr. Wimbleton and Tricky come out of their respective graves.) Tricky the Clown: Y'know what, Hank? You can be Dirty Dan. I'd rather be Clown. Hank J. Wimbleton: Let's get outta here before Ming wakes up again. (The boys run straight to the metal door. Mr. Wimbleton tries to turn the gear-like knob but his hands slip off and hit Tricky in the face.) Tricky the Clown(being hit in the face): OW! Hank J. Wimbleton: Sorry. Hank J. Wimbleton(horrified): Oh no! The doorknob is so slippery because it's frozen! Tricky the Clown: Hold on, let me have a try. (He walks over and spits on his hands.) Tricky the Clown: Open Sesame! Tricky the Clown(walking back to Mr. Wimbleton, shrugging): Well, I done all I can do. Mr. Wimbleton: Then we're really stuck here....until the doorknob thaws...in spring. Tricky the Clown(dismayed): Darn.
