Wally Haggler is the manager of Haggler's Junkyard.
He was in prison once, but now is on the right track.
He owns Haggler's Junkyard.
- See Smouse family
|“|| Wally Haggler: You're kidding, right?! You come into my shop and pull a gun on me?! Where'd you learn your manners?!
|“|| Wally Haggler: I think it's time for you to go home.
Jay Smouse: But what about Hangman's Hollow?
Wally Haggler: Go home!
Jay Smouse: <sputtering> No- really- but I...
Wally Haggler: Seriously, Jay; your mother's calling you for dinner.
Jay Smouse: No, she isn't! <phone rings>
Wally Haggler: You were saying?
Jay Smouse: <gasps> Now that's just creepy...
|“|| Don Polehaus: I became nasty because of guys like you.
Wally Haggler: I'm not who I was.
Don Polehaus: Sure you are. People don't ever change. Not really.
Wally Haggler: This one has.
|“|| Wally Haggler: Ok Eugene. I'm with Jay at the railroad tracks.
Eugene Meltsner: And?
Wally Haggler: I can hear it coming. It's coming round the bend.
|“|| Don Polehaus: Stay close, Haggler. We're not finished with this.
Wally Haggler: Not by a long shot.
|“|| Wally Haggler: Did you write everything down?
Jay Smouse: I think so, but I had to scribble on [the front of] this receipt from the hardware store, so it's kind of mixed up.
Wally Haggler: Let's hear it.
Jay Smouse: They drove the big truck back to a very nice house in a 40 gallon trash can.
Wally Haggler: What?
Jay Smouse: Sorry. Brentwood Estates. Then, they took the sheets off the hex-head cap screws.
Wally Haggler: Jay!
Jay Smouse: Furniture! Furniture! I told you this was a mess. And then they drove the big truck down to a lot near Gower's Field where the Tub Shelf Utility Cart is set up.
Wally Haggler: Uncle Archie's Carnival
Jay Smouse: Yeah, that. Then they got into a PVC plastic fitting.
Wally Haggler: Pickup truck.
Jay Smouse: Pickup truck and drove here to an iron gate on chrome pike.
Wally Haggler: Gold Camp Road.
|“|| Wally Haggler: You heard the man, Jay! We have to pull that switch!
Jay Smouse: That was no man. That was Matthew.
|“|| Wally Haggler: Got it!!
Jay Smouse: Waahoo!! Uh, maybe we should get out of the way.
Wally Haggler: Run for it!!
Jay Smouse: Ahhh!!!
|“|| Wally Haggler: Let me call for help! Man, you look like death sucking on a bad lemon.