ALL OF THE CLAMPETTS ARE OUT IN FRONT OF THEIR MANSION.

Come on Jethro. Let's get on over to the bank to see Mr. Drysdale. I'm sure he has an explanation for the missing 50 million dollars.

Yes sir, Uncle Jed.

Jed, if'n you don't come back here with our missing millions, I'm going to pay old Drysdale a visit myself. Me and Harry here, that is.

(Grannie pats her shotgun.)

Pa, can I take some of my critters with us?

Ellie, neither you nor your critters are making this trip.

Heck fire, Pa. How come Jethro gets to go? I can accompany you better than he can!

No you can't, you dumb old girl!

Can too!

Can not!

Hush, both of you! Now come on Jethro. Let's go.

Hey Uncle Jed. You think I could get some double-naught spying done while you and Mr. Drysdale find our money?

We'll see, Jethro. But first, when we get there, we have to catch Mr. Drysdale. You stay outside in case he tries to run away when he learns we're there.

THE CLAMPETTS PULL UP IN THEIR TRUCK AND JED GOES INTO THE BANK AND JETHRO WAITS OUTSIDE.

Why, Mr. Clampett. What a surprise! What brings you here today?

Howdy, Miss Jane. I've come to get our missing 50 million dollars.

Mi- mi- missing 50 million? What ever are you talking about?!

JED PERCEIVES THAT MISS JANE IS NERVOUS AT THE HEARING OF THEIR DEMAND. AND HE SEES HER PRESS A BUTTON UNDER THE EDGE OF HER DESK.

Ah, Miss Jane? Where's Mr. Drysdale?

I think he had another appointment. Yeah, that's it. Another appointment. He won't be back for a few weeks. Why don't you go back to your mansion and I'll call you when he gets back.

JUST THEN, JETHRO COMES IN CARRYING MR. DRYSDALE OVER HIS SHOULDER.

Looks like he's back. Mr. Drysdale, where is our missing 50 million?

What? What missing 50 million?

Look, Mr. Drysdale. Jethro ciphered that we are missing about 50 million dollars from one of our shell company pension plan's preferred stock portfolios. Now we just want to find it.

Ah, well, ah, I, you see, ah, well, the money is still there! Yeah, it's still there!

MISS JANE'S MOUTH DROPS OPEN.

You see Mr. Clampett, although Jethro here is a fine economist/mathematician there are a few nuances of the investment world that he -

JETHRO RAISES A SHOTGUN AND BLASTS A LAMP IN THE OFFICE.

MR. DRYSDALE DROPS BEHIND MISS JANE'S DESK.

Get up Mr. Drysdale.

MR. DRYSDALE SLOWLY RISES, PEEPS OVER THE EDGE OF THE DESK, THEN STANDS UP.

Either you come clean as to the whereabouts of our geeters or we'll have you for dinner!

Quick, Miss Jane, call security!

JETHRO RAISES HIS SHOTGUN AGAIN AND FIRES ACROSS MISS JANE'S BOW.

Ok, ok Mr. Clampett. You win.

MR. DRYSDALE PULLS OUT A THICK STACK OF TEN-THOUSAND-DOLLAR BILLS FROM HIS COAT POCKET, HANDING THEM OVER TO JED.

Is it all there, boy?

JETHRO HOLDS UP THE STACK, FANS THE BILLS NEAR HIS EAR, AND ANSWERS HIS UNCLE.

Nope. He's shorted us 40 thou.

Go for it boy!

JETHRO RELOADS HIS SHOTGUN AND AIMS POINT BLANK AT MR. DRYSDALE.

Mr. Drysdale?

Honest, I don't have it! I spent it on a vacation! I mean, Jane Hathaway did!

(turns to Miss Jane)

Where did you go, Miss Jane?

Ah, I went to, ah, Cape Cod. Yeah, Cape Cod. The ocean? Fishing?

Oh, trolling, were you?