Tim drags Wagner to a mall. The worst kind of mall. The Mall of America. But at least he finds a parking space near Wagner's home.

Wagner tries to correct someone's faulty German.

Speaking of faulty Germans, it's that damned mall rat Beethoven.

Wagner hates running into acquaintances. (Even ones he likes, such as the Snoopster.) He tries to hide from Mr. Doggy-dogg, but it's too late; the mutt waves in recognition.

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