“This guy could easily escape if we put him in jail, though!” I protested. “There’s gotta be some way to keep him from breaking out.”

Greasy reached behind his back and pulled out a dunce-style cap labeled “thinking cap” and slipped it on over his fedora.

“Jefe, if I may, ” he began, before I cut him off. “What the hell is that?” I said, pointing at his cap.

“It’s a thinking cap!” He said, defensively crossing his arms and facing away from me. “I use it to think of ideas! How else do you think I got us out of jail when Pepe LePew pressed charges for almost causing him to crash into a cologne shop?”

“That…was…a good plan….but take it off. We’re too gangster-y for visual gags and prop comedy.”

Greasy reluctantly snatched the cap off his head. “As I was saying…..he’s made of clay or something, so we can’t Dip him…what if we just kept him in lumps like he is now so he can’t re form, and then formally arrest the lumps of clay?”

“Or,” said Psycho, “we could just toss him in the kiln like I’ve been saying!”

“Where do you even know to find a kiln??”, Demanded Greasy. “We’re TOONS! Not sad old people making pots in Florida retirement homes!”

“I know a guy who knows a guy who owes me favors!” Shot back Psycho.

“Let’s just go with Greasy’s idea and cuff the clay!” I shouted, trying to restore order.

-Smartass

The Repairman and the Breaker simultaneously sighed in slight disappointment that prop gags weren’t allowed. And then both recoiled at the reveal that Dip was apparently an option.

The Repairman didn’t really process any of the discussion after that until the leader shouted they could just arrest him.

"What, so you can try Dipping him later?” he asked, sarcastically. “Uh-uh. You can go now; I think I can handle this.”

He glared at the weasels as he headed upstairs, giving an “I’m watching you” gesture. After a moment, the sound of TV static could be heard, and the Repairman came back down with a remote.

“All right,” he said, snapping the remote in half, “enjoy your daytime TV.”