Beethoven's 5th Page #6

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Uncle Freddy!

What happened to being quiet?

Everything's fine.

I got it under control, OK?

(Beethoven growls)

Key.

(alarm)

(alarm keeps ringing)

(barks and growls)

- Yes, sir.

- That's it, we're going up. Come on.

Needless to say, I didn't last long

in the security business.

Come on, bird dog.

This is very weird.

Do you really think

our ten-dollar bill is in here?

There's only one way to find out.

Let's search the place.

Whoa, Rita and Moe!

- This is a little suspicious.

- (Sara) Hey, the red carnation!

Let's look in here.

- (Garrett) Find anything, Freddy?

- Nothing from this century.

Hey, look.

- What did you find?

- Negatives.

Can't tell what they're of.

- They must be important to be in here.

- Let me see.

(inquisitive growl)

- What's wrong, Beethoven?

- Someone's coming.

Don't panic. Stay calm. Everybody just...

- Or what? Go to jail?

- No, no, no.

- OK, when I tell you, run.

- You're going to time us?

What? No. Go, go, go. Out the front door.

(alarm goes off)

(alarm, clattering)

(rings)

(stops)

- We should tell Julie.

- Tell the sheriff we trashed the place?

I like her, but the inside of a jail cell is not

the best way to make an impression.

(creaking)

(ghostly whispering)

- Don't skimp on the whipped cream.

- Don't worry. I got a whole case.

Beethoven!

Breakfast time!

Beethoven! Breakfast time!

That's weird. He never misses breakfast.

Beethoven!

I'll check around front.

Beethoven! (whistles)

- Beethoven!

- Beethoven!

(Sara) Beethoven!

Breakfast time!

Beethoven!

Beethoven!

Thanks for coming by so quickly, Julie.

I don't like it. Somebody's getting

a little too serious about this money.

Don't forget to put those posters up. I'll let

you know if I get any leads on Beethoven.

OK.

(clapped-out engine noises)

We'll find him. Right, Uncle Freddy?

Don't worry, Sara.

We'll get Beethoven back.

We'd better get inside.

- He's missing, huh?

- Yeah.

Well, that's just too bad.

Thanks for letting me

post this here, Mr Herman. Bye.

Bye, Sara. I'm so sorry

to hear Beethoven's missing.

Whoa.

Missing, huh? I'll bet you 100 bucks the

dog found a collie and ran off to Vegas.

- What makes you say that?

- That's what I'd do.

How about 50 bucks?

- 20. Come on, give me a number.

- Hey, there you are.

Check this out. One and one makes three.

Whoa! Rita and Moe had a baby?

I know. I know who has Beethoven!

(door opens)

Yes?

Sorry to bother you, Mr Giles,

but I need to ask you a few questions.

- About what, Sheriff?

- About Beethoven. Have you seen him?

Check the central cemetery in Vienna.

Look next to Mozart's tomb.

- Very funny, Mr Giles.

- I meant Beethoven the dog.

- Were you home last night?

- No, I was cleaning the library.

And blow-drying some wet cats.

We know who you really are.

You are the son of Rita and Moe Selig.

That's preposterous.

- Why are you so sure of this?

- It was Crazy Cora.

She said that Rita and Moe got away.

She also said she was

selling moonshine to aliens.

But it made me think,

what if they did get away?

It would explain why they never found the

bodies. And Cora also said they had a kid.

Show him your negative

you printed, Garrett.

That you were hiding, Mr Giles.

But what really did it... was this.

The letters I saw in the store window.

"Giles" is...

"Selig" spelt backwards.

Of course. An anagram!

What do you say, Mr Giles?

You're a regular little detective,

aren't you, kid?

It's true. Mom and Dad survived

that plunge into the lake.

Of course, they never did get over it.

Scared them to death.

They escaped to Canada and put

their bank-robbing days behind them.

All these years, everyone's been

looking in the wrong place.

They buried everything from their heists

somewhere in that old mercury mine.

They were too scared

to come back to America.

Besides, the only map to the money

went down with the car in the lake.

Anyway, after they died I came back here

to see if I could find the money.

I never found a thing.

- Why did you give up?

- I got tired.

I thought my secret was safe,

until your dog found some of the loot.

So, are you going to bring me to the jail?

What about Beethoven? Did you take him?

No, no! Go ahead and look around.

I didn't take him.

He isn't here. It's too neat.

Believe me, he'd be hard to hide.

Well, then, there's no reason to arrest you,

Mr Giles. You're not your parents.

So if he doesn't have Beethoven...

who does?

(muffled growl)

It's your moment of truth, mutt.

Come here.

I'm gonna show you something.

See this? There.

My ticket out of this dump.

- I loathe this place.

- (growls)

Look at that. You see that? All right, look.

Get a whiff of that cash. Smell that?

That's what we're going to find, all right?

Good. Listen. You take me to that cash

or I'll bury you right here.

Come on. Down!

Yeah! Keep it up.

Don't lose it now.

I've been dreaming about this day.

You know you can't even get

a decent latte in this rathole?

Come on. It's going to be great.

What the...? You think you're smarter?

Listen, you can't fool me. Come on.

Wasting my life in a town where the

yokels think a Twinkie is a French pastry.

Who said you could take a break?

Come on, dog breath.

Whoa! What the...?

Hey, what...?

Hey. Hey, no, wait a minute.

Wait, where are you going?

What are you doing? Where are you...?

Come back. Come back here.

Hey! Agh!

Get back here! Ow.

(door handle rattles)

- Did you hear that?

- Yeah.

Come on.

Beethoven!

- Beethoven!

- What did they do to you?

- Is that better, boy?

- Where were you?

Hey, where are you going?

Come here. Come here, Beethoven.

(Sara) He wants us to follow him.

Come on.

We aren't going to follow him?

Things are getting a little crazy.

I'd like to get you home in one piece.

Are you telling me

now you believe in ghosts?

No. I'm telling you maybe I should start

using a little common sense for once.

I say we get dressed,

get Garrett and find that money.

Well, what about the ghosts?

You know, sometimes you just have to

jump in without your floaties.

We've been out here long enough.

It's going to be light soon.

Come on, Freddy, just a little longer.

We got to be close.

That's what worries me.

Running into something we can't handle.

Wait! I think he's got something.

- Who did I catch tonight?

- Hey! Over here!

- Over here! Come on.

- Who is that?

- Harold?!

- Cora!

I bet it's in there.

Come on, Garrett, let's go.

Come back here.

We don't know who we're dealing with.

- Come on, Uncle Freddy.

- Kids, come back!

(Garrett) Wow! Look at this place.

Don't you know that mine shafts

and kids equal disaster? I hate this.

- What's that?

- (Beethoven growls)

(squeaking, fluttering of wings)

Oh, my gosh. He's digging. Look!

- Come on, Uncle Freddy. What is it, boy?

- (Garrett) He's found something.

- What are we standing around for?

- I thought you hated mine shafts.

But I love buried treasure. Let's go.

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