Beethoven's 5th Page #7

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OK, Beethoven, dig or get out of the way.

(whines)

(tired growl)

That's it? That's your shift?

There'd better be something down here

more than a bone or I'll be really angry.

Hold it. Hold it.

What is it?

(clanking)

- This is it.

- Oh, my God. The money.

(Sara) I can't believe it.

Get the lid!

(gasps and barking)

- We're rich! Uncle Freddy! Garrett!

- It's beautiful.

(Freddy) Ker-ching! Ha-ha!

You are looking at

Moe and Rita's money. Oh, yeah!

Come on, let's get it.

Thank you, Beethoven.

Put it in this bag.

Kids, we're going to need the services

of a good financial planner.

(engine fails to start)

(Garrett) What's this?

A mechanic whose truck won't start?

What's going on?

Oh, man. It looks like we're

going to need a ride out of here.

Hello? Hello?

Julie, can you hear me?

Yeah, it's Freddy.

- No, not Eddie, Freddy!

- Oh, Freddy. Where are you?

Somebody cut the wires to my truck.

We got the money, but we're

up here on Old Lake View Road.

- Can you come and get us?

- You're breaking up. What did you say?

- Can you hear me? Old Lake View Road.

- Old Lake View Road?

- Yeah. Come and get us.

- OK, I'll be right there.

Hello?

- Julie's on her way.

- Good.

I think.

(barking and howling)

(barking and howling)

- He only does that when...

- (Garrett) He hears ghosts.

(Sara) Beethoven, come back.

- Where do you think you're going?

- No, boy, no. Come back!

This is getting out of hand.

We've got to wait for Julie.

(grumbles)

Come on, you guys.

There's something in here.

(growls)

- Whoa.

- (ghostly cries)

(Sara) It's the ghosts. Rita and Moe!

- Beethoven!

- (Freddy) No, Beethoven, no!

- What the heck...?!

- (triumphant growl)

(groaning)

Cora? Oh, man!

You got to train this moose. This is

the second time he's knocked me over.

- Cora, what is all this?

- All what?

Look. This. You pretending to be ghosts.

So... there were never any ghosts?

If I didn't go along with it, the Genesis

One was going to beam me straight up.

And I'm not ready to go, I'll tell you that.

And even when I am ready to go,

it sure as heck's not going to be to Saturn.

So, what, aliens are behind all this?

Don't be such a fool.

It wasn't the aliens. It was Harold.

- Harold Herman talked you into this?

- He spoke to the aliens.

Well, he was the one who told us

dogs howl around ghosts.

- Howling? You want howling?

- (high-frequency whistle)

(howls)

Harold gave me this.

To lure you guys in here.

The money.

It's gone!

(vehicle driving away)

No way!

(Garrett) Beethoven! Wait up!

(engine splutters)

Oh, come on, come on. Not again!

Get off!

Stop. Get off.

Come on. Get off.

Are you OK?

You got some explaining to do.

He's the one who kidnapped Beethoven.

Don't let him get away.

Come on!

- Give up, Harold.

- Speak for yourself, grease monkey!

(growling)

Get him, Beethoven.

- Nice takedown, big guy.

- (contented growl)

That's for taking my money,

and that's for taking my dog.

Equaliser death-grip. Dad would be proud.

Meet the ghost of Moe and Rita. I must

admit, the carnation was a nice touch.

Harold Herman, you're under arrest.

Dognapping, reckless driving,

hit and run... And that's just for starters.

- You know what? You're fired.

- You can't fire me. I'm an elected official.

- I can fire anybody I want.

- Let's go, Harold.

I deserve that money! Stuck in this dump.

Only to have my ticket out ruined

by some dumb dog and a teenager!

- She's not a teenager.

- I deserve that money.

- She's only 12.

- You must let me go.

- You're not dumb. You're a hero.

- Yeah!

(contented growl)

(Freddy) The new library's

really looking good.

(Garrett) Rita and Moe's money

went a long way.

(Freddy) Nothing like being a good citizen.

Look. Bus doesn't

get here for ten minutes.

Wait. We're actually early?

Yeah. Don't be so surprised.

I've been early before.

- Like when?

- Well...

Just because I can't think of an example

doesn't mean I'm lying. Got everything?

Uh-huh. M&M's, Walkman, ticket...

Ticket! Oh, no! Ticket.

- Uncle Freddy!

- I gave you the ticket, didn't I?

- No!

- I think I gave you the ticket. Did I?

Gotcha.

Oh, that was good. That was real good.

I'm impressed.

(siren)

Uh-oh. Cops.

You kids run, I'll try to

hold them off with Beethoven.

- Thought I wouldn't make it in time.

- I don't think so. In that baby?

475 horsepower, 0 to 60 in 4.8 seconds.

She's a beauty. I have one good-looking,

courageous treasure-seeker to thank.

Well...

Don't I, Beethoven? You're my hero.

- Thanks for the police cruiser.

- Beethoven did it all by himself, huh?

I'll thank you at dinner tonight.

Oh, boy. Here it comes.

It's official, I guess. Our little party's over.

Well, let's get this show on the road.

- It's OK. I got it.

- Garrett...

Here's your Peruvian crystal.

Beethoven, what are you doing?

I'm sorry, Garrett.

I guess this is as good a time as any to tell

you it's not really from Machu Picchu.

- It's not?

- It's rock candy.

- Want one?

- (burps)

- You lied to me.

- Hey, I had to think fast.

You were going to chicken out

and miss the adventure of a lifetime.

- You mad at me?

- Yeah.

- (Freddy) Time to go, Sara.

- But I'll get over it.

Bye, Sara. We're going to miss you.

You too, Beethoven.

Bye, Julie. Bye, Garrett.

- I wanted to...

- Thank you.

- What I...

- Uncle Freddy...

Wait. OK. I have something for you.

Thanks, Uncle Freddy. I was wondering...

Could I make a reservation

at Camp Freddy next summer?

Well, that depends. On whether or not

you're going to be beating me at poker.

I'm going to bleed you dry.

- Bye-bye, sweetie.

- Goodbye, Uncle Freddy.

(whines)

Yes, you can come too.

But you got to work on that drooling thing.

Come on, Beethoven.

- Bye, Sara.

- See you next summer.

Bye, Beethoven.

(sad growl)

- Bye.

- Bye, Beethoven.

I'll have a banana split waiting for you!

I'm going to miss Uncle Freddy.

I can't believe I'm saying this,

but I'm actually going to miss this town.

As bizarre as it is.

(growls)

Duck, quick. It's Babycakes!

Too late. Beethoven...!

Sweetheart, stay. Sit.

Babycakes! Babycakes, why?

No, please, that is not how a lady acts.

Oh, Babycakes!

Looks like somebody's

going to miss you, Beethoven.

So, do you think now that Quicksilver's

a little richer it'll be any less weird?

(growls)

I don't think so either.

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