(Gold Fever shows the gang his evil plans)
Mark: (reading off a monitor) "World panics as gold vanishes".
Debbie: Vanish, nothing! It's all here.
Gold Fever: Precisely! Brought here by my own satellites. But the volcano keeps the superstitious natives at a safe distance. Soon, I shall own every last ounce of gold. And then the world will have to come to me--Gold Fever!
Debbie: When the police find out, you'll be behind bars. And I don't mean gold ones!
Gold Fever: Perhaps. But they won't find out from you. (presses a button that drops a dome on top of the gang, then drops them downward)
Tinker: Hold on, Mr. Gold Fryer!
Mark: Hey, where are we going?
Gold Fever: The last stop on your little tour--The dungeon!