Hey! What the deuce happened to my wallet?! I coulda sworn I had it in my pocket when I left the clam! Now it's no where to be found! Rats, this is worse than the time I accidentally took Stewie to a biker bar instead of daycare. Gotta find that wallet before Donna finds out or I'll be in more trouble than Peter after eating all the pie at the Drunken Clam. Oh man, I hope Rallo didn't get his hands on it, that kid's got sticky fingers like a glue factory. Time to retrace my steps and make...