Okay, here we are.
Wish me luck. I'm going undercover. (enters the bar)
(stares at Inspector Gadget)
Hi, there, fellas.
Okay, Brain. The coast is clear. Come on, Let's run the out back.
(chattering)
(spits out a germ and clean a cup then sees Inspector Gadget)
What do you want?
Well, I just got out of slammer. And I look for my whistle.
What'll you have?
Nice tall glass of milk.
Milk?
I mean, Chocolate milk. Make it a double.
Hey, Brain. This way.
Okay, then. Let's see what applicans we have here. Squint. Jungle Bob. And you must be the one they call "The Ninja".
Ninja? Why did they call you that?
Hi-ya.
I think I see why now.
Okay, then. Judging by this. You guys are prime minion material.
(gives Inspector Gadget a chocolate milk)
Inspector Gadget drinks chocolate milk
[chattering]
(After drinking a chocolate milk)
Ho. (The bartender looks at the disguise moustache) I Have History of Hair loss in my family.
Anything Else I Can Get You.
Yes. I'm looking for...(making a claw with his hands)
Sorry, We don't serve lobster here.
What? No. (whispers) Dr. Claw.
Claw? Well, if you want to find him, you're gonna have to grease a few palms, if you get my drift.
Well, whatever you say. Here you go. (squirts axle grease into the bartender's hand) Top-grade axle grease.
(grabs the grease in his fist and gets angry)
Why, you…
Go, go, gadget duck. (retracts his head into his collar like a turtle and the bartender punches the man behind him; that man falls against an arm wrestler, who bumps into pool player, causing the cue ball go ricochetting across the room. The cue ball hits a bald dart player's head, and the man falls, destroying a card game table and thuds to the floor, unconscious. Gadget sees the angry patrons advancing on him) Check, please. Just a check.
(A furious tough guy roars as they got into a bar brawl)
So, when do we start working for Dr. Claw?
Immediately.
Did You Hear That, Brain?
(Screaming)
Come on, Guys. Let's talk about it. (The tough guys angrily pull Inspector Gadget) Oh, Man. Aaah, You're stretching my sweater. Help, Gadgetmobile! Help!
(Snoring)
Let's get out of here.
(shouting)
We can hide in my mom's house.
Hey, look, I'm knocking his block off!
(Laughing, then Punch Inspector Gadget)
Oh, my head.
(Walks in the bar and confronts the Tough Guys)
Stop This Felonious and Unlawful act or I Shall Have to Use Force.
Ooh, look, boys, Malibu Barbie is going to get rough with us.
Very well, you were warned. (throws the nets at the tough Guys)
Wowsers, she's Good.
(Chattering)
(got arrested and screaming as they got defeated)
