Beethoven's 5th Page #3

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There were Andrew Jackson

ten-dollar bills.

It says here the first ones

rolled off the press in 1914

and they stopped in the late '20s.

- Did you say 1920?

- Mm-hm.

This bill is very rare. Collectors will pay

anywhere from 50 to $200 a bill.

Let me see that.

Oh, yeah. There it is.

- "1920" in black and white.

- (Garrett) Whoa.

I don't get it. What's the big deal

about the 1920s anyway?

- Is it really Rita and Moe money?

- That money is mine!

She snatched it out of my hand after l

agreed to sell her my finest lip gloss.

It was in my hand.

lssued in the year 1920.

- Where'd it come from?

- It wasn't me. It was him. Beethoven.

- Oh.

- (all try to coax him over)

(man) Do you want to come home

with Uncle Stu?

Will somebody please tell me

what's going on?

Well, Sara, it's all about

the history of our fair town.

Burkin's mine produced more mercury

than the rest of the country.

Millions of teeth have been filled

because of our little burg right here.

The mine was open

till about 15 years ago.

Then the FDA started spreading those lies.

It's a medical urban myth

that mercury is poisonous.

I use it all the time. I'm fine.

But our biggest claim to fame came back

in 1926. We made all the papers then.

- You know why, Sara?

- Why?

Come here. I'll show you.

The famous Moe and Rita Selig.

They were bank robbers.

Like Bonnie and Clyde. Well, not exactly.

They were more accomplished.

They just never got a movie

made about them.

Rita and Moe, the courteous crooks.

They were known as the courteous crooks

because they would always say please

before they robbed you blind.

Then of course there's the red carnation.

Moe always pulled it from his lapel

and left it behind after a heist.

- But they never hurt anyone.

- Yeah.

They must have robbed... 12 banks

before the cops caught up with them.

- Guess where, Sara?

- Quicksilver.

Bingo! That's exactly right.

The cops chased them

right into Quicksilver Lake, and...

they drowned.

That was a black day for Rita and Moe.

- They found the car.

- But they never found the money.

Right, Garrett.

Not that everybody didn't look for it.

So you see why we're all going nuts.

Beethoven has done what nobody's

been able to do in 80 years.

Do you really think Beethoven found

Rita and Moe's loot?

What else could it be?

How many Jackson ten-dollar bills do you

think are lying around in the woods?

Yeah. Hey, wouldn't it be cool

if Beethoven could find some more?

Yeah, if he's not afraid of... ghosts.

Oh, come on.

It's been rumoured that the ghosts of

Moe and Rita haunt those woods,

protecting their money.

- It's true.

- Oh, please.

I never believed it, but I got to tell you...

Something weird happened to me

out there a few years ago.

I was squirrel-hunting in the woods,

and all of a sudden I knew

that somebody was following me.

Here it was, the middle of the summer,

yet this icy wind blew right through me.

(Beethoven whines)

Even my dog started howling.

But there was nobody there.

And it's a proven fact that dogs howl

when ghosts are around.

Dogs also howl at fire engines.

We've really enjoyed

this little walk through history.

But we don't want to take up any more of

your valuable time. Come on, kids.

- Thanks a lot, Harold.

- Bye.

- Bye, Mr Herman.

- Come back any time.

You too, big fella.

My door is always open.

Hurry, let me out of here.

- The ride's over. You survived.

- Next time I get the front, OK?

It's just as creepy up front.

You think it's creepy now, you should

have seen it when they brought it in.

OK, get a good whiff of this ten-spot and

lead me to its brothers and sisters. Go!

- (Sara) Why are we going at night?

- (Freddy) So no one will see us.

- (Garrett) He's going to do it.

- He's better than a lottery ticket.

Come on, boy. Use your smeller, feller.

(growls)

- What is it, boy?

- (animal cry)

(Sara) What's that?

- I don't like it, Uncle Freddy.

- It's probably just a possum.

(animal cry)

- Stu?

- Freddy?

What are you doing out here

in the middle of the night?

Oh, just... enjoying the walk.

With a metal detector?

You'd be surprised at what you can find

in the woods. Tonight I hit the jackpot.

How about this fork? You know,

you can never, ever have enough forks.

One buck and it's yours.

The weird thing is,

I have more forks than I need right now.

So you have a nice night, OK?

Oh, listen. Freddy.

- I was never here.

- You can count on that.

He is not out here looking for silverware.

I got a bad feeling about this, kids.

Beethoven, take us to the dough.

- All right.

- Come on, boy.

- (Sara) Think this is a wild-goose chase?

- (Garrett) No.

St Bernards can smell a person

buried under 20 feet of snow.

(growls)

- Freddy?

- Vaughn?

- What are you doing out here?

- I was going to ask you the same.

- We're looking for money.

- We're looking for mushrooms.

Come on, kids. Owen.

Did you find anything in the lake?

Water. Lots of water.

The lake is mine. Stay out of it.

(growls)

- Who's that girl? She's not local.

- That's my niece.

I don't trust her.

Come on, Carters.

This town could use some non-locals.

Spruce up the gene pool a little.

(growls)

- (Garrett) Now what?

- Freddy, is that you?

- Sheriff Julie?

- I heard there was some treasure hunting.

- I figured I'd make sure nobody got hurt.

- You got that right. Place is a madhouse.

Actually, I'm glad I ran into you.

My car's been acting up again.

Twice around the odometer.

What are you going to do?

Bring it in. I'd be happy to

give you a tune-up any time.

Wha...? Uh...

- I mean your car. Was what I...

- Ha-ha. Right.

- I'll drop it by first thing. Take care now.

- Sure.

Uncle Freddy, I didn't know

you were sweet on Julie.

- Am not.

- He sure is.

Admit it. You like her.

- Do not.

- Do too.

I don't want to discuss this.

Let's go home.

(growls)

Come on, boy.

Uncle Freddy? Uncle Freddy?

(ghostly whispering)

What is it?

- What's wrong, Sara?

- What is it?

I saw the ghosts. Rita and Moe.

Right there.

- What is it?

- Sara saw the ghosts.

They're over there.

Beethoven! Beethoven, come back.

- (Freddy) Sara, wait.

- (Sara) Somebody get him.

Stay here. Stay with me.

Don't go with her.

(growls)

Whoa.

(whines)

Somebody's up to no good.

(Beethoven snores)

(creaking)

Shhh!

Maybe camp wasn't that bad.

Now, hold on a moment.

There are no ghosts. You said so yourself.

But you said there were.

"Spirits can get trapped in this world."

I was kidding, OK?

A little thing adults do for fun.

OK, maybe it wasn't that funny.

But there could be a million reasons

why that carnation was out in the woods.

What? Somebody dropped it

on their way to the prom?

A little teenage attitude here, huh?

It would be if I was a teenager,

but I'm only 12.

Plus, I saw them. Clear as day.

Half the town was in the woods last night.

What about Beethoven? He was howling.

Dogs howl when they're around ghosts.

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