"Is this supposed to be a joke!?" Harry exclaimed as he took his first look at Andie's house, "Nobody with three grand on them could live in a shack like this!"

"Well maybe it's bigger on the inside," Marv suggested.

"I highly doubt that!" Harry snorted. He watched as Andie went inside. "We'll lay low for a minute or two, just in case she leaves," he told his partner. "Once we're done here, we'll stop by the kid's place and see if he's back yet, then we'll go see what Richie wants with us for detention."

"There she goes now," Marv pointed as Andie left as quickly as she'd arrived.

"That's our cue," Harry chuckled. He picked up his crowbar and hopped out of the van. Marv sprinted ahead of him and jammed his own crowbar into the front door. "Hold it!" Harry yelled at him.

"Why!?" Marv protested.

"Ya don't just barge in the front door in broad daylight, Marv, ya gotta be discreet!" Harry snapped. "Let's go around the back!"

"Oh, sure, right," Marv said, looking stupid. He and Harry sneaked around to the back door and gently broke it open. "Maybe it's bigger on the inside, huh Marv?" Harry retorted sarcastically at the sight of the Walsh's less-than-fancy abode.

"Okay, so even I can be wrong," Marv shrugged. "So where do ya think we should look next?"

"Upstairs; that's where she'll have all her private money, if there even is any," Harry told him. "Just don't wake the guy in there," he pointed to Jack, sound asleep on the couch again. The burglars tiptoed up the stairs and turned left first, finding themselves at a dead end in the bathroom, and then right down the hall to Andie's room, given away by the pink on the walls. "So where is the...." Marv began, but Harry cut him off with, "You know what ta do, Marv, just start lookin'!" Marv nodded, and the two of them began tearing the room apart in search of cold cash. "Here's somethin'!" Marv exclaimed, holding up a strongbox from under the bed.

"Good bring it...." Harry began, but at that moment, Ace trotted into the room. He growled at the intruders. The Wet Bandits gulped at the sight of him; they'd had several unpleasant experiences in the past with dogs. "Nice doggie," Marv said nervously, inching toward the window, "they feedin' ya well here?"

Ace lunged at them, barking loudly, and cut off the window escape route. The burglars jumped up on the bed in a mad dash for the door, Ace nipping at their heels. "Now where, Harry?" Marv cried over the barking.

"Don't ask me, I'm making it up as I go!" Harry yelled back at him. He glanced around, then shouted, "Down the railin'; he can't follow us down there!"

"Right," Marv accepted this without thinking it over. The two of them slid down the railing head first, flipping over the end and smacking down hard on the floor. Rubbing their heads in pain, they got up and started for the kitchen and the back door.

"Hold it, you two!" came Jack from behind them. He was wake awake now with his hands on his hips. "What the hell do you think you're doing in here!?" he demanded them.

"Um, uh, er, um,..." Harry searched for a logical explanation. At that moment, Andie came back in the front door. "Say Dad, I...." she began before noticing the Wet Bandits in the room. "You guys!?" she exclaimed.

"I caught them in here, honey," Jack told her, "Go call the cops."

"Now wait a minute, pal, we got a perfectly good reason ta be here!" Marv protested.

"Oh I'm sure you do!" Andie said sarcastically.

"No, really, we, uh...." Harry stammered. Andie noticed her strongbox in Marv's hands. "What are you doing with this!?" she demanded, snatching it back from him, "You're nothing more than petty thieves!"

"No, uh, ya dropped it back in school when I bumped inta ya, and I was gonna return it!" Marv cried out. Andie didn't believe this at all. "I NEVER take that to school, you filthy liar!" she spat at him. "Let's see how slick you are in the back of a cop car!"

She stormed for the phone. Harry made a frantic wave to Marv and pointed to the nearest window. Marv nodded, and the two of them ran for it. "Get back here, you two!" Jack yelled at them, but the crooks went right through the window anyway and made a dash for their van. "Put some more speed into it!" Harry yelled as Ace leapt out the window after them and gave pursuit. They just managed to make it inside their van in time, and even then, Ace chased them for about half a block up Harrison Street before tiring. "Well, that didn't get us nothin'!" Marv sighed in frustration.

"I wouldn't think so, Marv," Harry said with surprising optimism, "I took her diary when we was in the room. Take a look at some of the names inside."

He showed Andie's diary to Marv. Marv looked amazed at it. "McDonough and Kovalchuk!?" he exclaimed, "They're some of the richest families in Chicago!" "Which means that's where she gets her three grand," Harry chuckled, "And where we're goin' tonight after detention!"

"Ed?" Vernon called as he entered Rooney's office. The principal was half-hunched over by the window, staring blankly out into space. "Poison him, stab him, choke him, throw him off the roof, blow him up, boil him alive..." he was muttering under his breath.

"Ed, I talked to the board," Vernon continued, "And although I put in as much good words for you as I could, they recommended you be placed on suspension for two months for violating the school's nonpartisan rule while they investigate it more. I'm sorry Ed, there's nothing more I can do for you. If you'd just have let Ferris Bueller alone, you wouldn't have...."

"Richard," Rooney acknowledged his superior for the first time, "do you know how many of Ferris's disciples are in this school? Fifteen hundred. Fifteen hundred. And they're all bent on tearing this school's foundations down. You saw that yourself when he put on that pornographic picture of his this afternoon!"

"Now Ed, let's just leave this where it is before you get yourself into worse trouble," Vernon told him firmly. Rooney, however, was far from placated. "I don't care what the school board says, Richard, I'm going to take control of the situation, even if it means getting rid of every single one of his followers!"

"Ed, we can't expel fifteen hundred kids!" Vernon protested. Rooney gave him a rather sinister look. "I wasn't talking about expelling them, Richard," he said. Vernon turned pale once he realized what Rooney was getting at.

"You've got to be out of your mind, Ed!" he gasped. "You'd be talking the end of your career, and quite possibly the electric chair!"

"It'll be worth it if I eliminate Ferris once and for all!" Rooney snarled. "After what he did to me today, Richard, there's no question about it; I've got to rub him and everyone who follows him out with extreme violence!"

"The school board will never even consider taking you back if you harm even one kid, Ed!!" Vernon pleaded with him. "Ed, I'm asking you as a friend, just let it go!"

"Richard," Rooney rose slowly to his feet, "this is too important to me for you to stop me. This is not a gray area; you're either with me on this, or you're against me!"

"What do mean I'm either with you or against you!?" Vernon sputtered.

"Answer me Richard, are you with me or against me?" Rooney asked him again. When Vernon failed to answer him, he went on, 'Let me put it to you this way, Richard; there's a ton of kids in this school that you've told me you'd love to not have here. Reading the detention list, I see you've got John Bender, who I know you hate as much as I do Ferris, slated for a stint in detention today......"

"What do he and Ferris Bueller have in common!?" Vernon cut in, "He's ten times worse than Ferris!"

"Then wouldn't you like to see him lying dead in a pool of blood, never to bother you again?" Rooney posed. Vernon sputtered a moment before spitting out, "Yes, I'll admit, I'd want to get rid of him, but what you're proposing here is incredibly risky, Ed!"

"Oh we won't be doing it directly; we'll get the Moron Twins to do it for us," Rooney reassured him. "Then we just pin in all on them and send them up river for life."

"We might be able to pin one or two murders on them, Ed, but not fifteen hundred!" Vernon pointed out.

"Well, we'll just call it plain old psychoticism," Rooney said, "and if things heat up for us, we just head for South America. "So, what do you say, Richard?"

He extended his hand. Vernon glanced nervously at it, then shook it and said, "All right Ed, I'm in, but you'd better be right about all of this!"

"You won't regret this, Richard," Rooney told him with a big smile. Vernon nodded and trudged out of the office, muttering, "I've got to be out of my mind!" under his breath. Rooney pressed his intercom button. "Grace, could you page to see if Jeannie Bueller's still in the building?" he asked with a deep smile.