Beethoven's Treasure Tail Page #2

of somebody, you just yell.

Look, um, Davey.

Uh, name's Phil. Phil?

Your sign outside says,

"Davey Jones' garage."

Yeah,

that's just pirate talk.

You know. For the tourists.

Arr.

He liked it.

Okay, look.

What do you suggest l do?

Well, Mrs. O'Malley's

place over on Potter?

You could stay

there for the night.

Oh, no, no, no, no.

You don't seem to understand.

This is Beethoven.

The famous dog.

I gotta get him

back to Hollywood.

You just don't understand,

do you?

It really doesn't matter.

I don't care what it

takes, because l am not

gonna waste one

more minute in this...

Oh!

Oh!

Don't... Bad dog!

Hey.

You gonna bring that back?

Beethoven,

what are you doing?

Oh.

Please, stop running!

Excuse me!

Whoa! Whoa, doggie!

Heel!

Cheers!

Oh!

Dog!

Excuse me.

Mayday!

Oh. Oh!

Ah.

Ooh!

Whoa! Good catch, man.

Sorry.

Hey, come back here, boy.

Excuse me!

Stop!

Where are you going?

Help!

Help!

Help, please!

Help! Anybody!

Help!

Come here, boy!

Beethoven!

Come here, buddy!

Help!

Somebody help.

Oh, come on.

What the...

Go get help. Quick.

Get somebody, anybody.

I don't think l

can hold on much...

Aah!

Pull.

Yeah, come on, pull.

Yeah, good job.

That's it, boy. Pull.

Come on.

Come on. Almost there.

Hey.

You okay?

Wow. You really

could've hurt yourself.

What were you doing

down there anyway, kid?

Looking

for buried treasure.

- For buried treasure, really?

- Samuel Edward Parker.

How many times have l told you

to stay away from these cliffs.

I'm okay, Mom.

Don't you understand how dangerous it is?

You could've gotten killed.

Mister, um...

Thank you.

Eddie Thornton.

But it wasn't me,

it was really Beethoven

who did all the work.

Beethoven?

The real Beethoven?

From the movies?

Yeah, the real Beethoven from the movies.

This is him.

Aren't you, boy?

Well,

wherever he's from...

l'm glad he was here.

Thank you.

Yeah, thanks, Beethoven.

And this

is going back to the

museum where it belongs.

I told you, you cannot

play with this.

I wasn't playing with it, Mom.

This time l measured

the exact distance

from the shoreline to

where the treasure is.

You know what? l don't wanna

hear about it anymore.

Because you are

grounded for one month.

But, Mom!

Oh!

Oh, Mr. Bruchschnauser.

Who?

Fritz Bruchschnauser.

Who's that?

He's the guy who

wants to buy our town.

Oh!

You call that a landing?

I'm sorry,

Mr. Bruchschnauser, sir.

You should be.

Coat. Gesundheit.

Coat! Oh!

Yeah. Stay here!

Yes, sir. Oh!

He's a meanie.

Guten Tag. My friends.

Why are we all here?

l'm very sorry,

Mr. Bruchschnauser.

Sam, l want you to apologize to

Mr. Bruchschnauser right now

for coming in here.

No. No, no.

No need for apologies.

No doubt the boy did not even see

the fence or the big sign.

Big letters, "Keep out!" Ja?

You know how kids are.

No. l don't.

You really own all this

land, Mr. Boogersugar?

That is not the name.

Bruchschnauser. Bruchschnauser.

Well, yes,

l own all of this land.

It's part of my

big plan to bring

O'Malley's Cove into

the 21 st century. Yeah.

Whether we like it or not.

Sam.

You have a spirited

boy here, don't you?

Ja.

Maybe you should go, mmm? Ja.

No doubt, you have some baseball

to play or some froggies to catch.

I don't play baseball.

Well, maybe you should learn.

We are gonna go.

And, thank you so much.

You have a nice day,

Mr. Bruchschnauser.

Bye, Beethoven.

All right, buddy.

Let's get going.

Hey, Beethoven, come on.

Hey, hey.

What's wrong, Beethoven?

Come on, pal. Come on.

Hey, hey, up, up.

This is interesting.

You have given the name

of Germany's greatest

composer to your dog?

Oh! Yeah, l guess so.

No offense. Oh!

None taken.

But if l find him on my

private property again,

l will call the authorities.

And they will have him

tossed into the dog pound

and throw away the key.

Auf Wiedersehen.

Everything go all right, sir?

False alarm.

Just a boy and a dog. Big dog.

You don't think they know

anything do you, sir?

It doesn't matter if they do.

By the time these

water-logged peasants

discover what it

is we're doing,

it will be too late.

Why are you...

Why are you laughing?

L don't know, sir.

Then stop and fly.

Come on, buddy.

Let's get out of here.

What a friendly

guy that was, huh?

Hello?

Hello? Phil?

Davey?

Anybody?

Taxi?

Still no cell service.

I guess we're stuck

here for the night.

I hope this lady

has room for us.

I do not care that

he's part of your act,

you knew the rules

when you checked in.

It's right there on that sign.

No pets allowed.

And as our agreement

clearly states,

we will be

keeping your deposit.

Have a lovely trip or

whatever it is you do.

Goodbye!

No pets allowed.

That's discrimination.

Come on, Steve.

So just stay here

for one sec, okay?

Be real quiet.

Stay right here. Stay.

Stay. Shh. Shh.

Mrs. O'Malley?

I heard you might

have a room tonight?

Breakfast is served

from 7:
00 a.m. to 8:00 a.m.,

no exceptions.

If you're at

the table at 8:
01 a.m.,

you're out of luck.

Well, l'll try

and be on time then.

Ow! Are you being smart

with me, young man?

No, no, not smart at all.

Your last name is O'Malley.

Any relation to the town?

It most certainly is.

My great, great,

great grandfather

sailed here from

England in 1 71 7.

And landed not one half mile

from where we are standing.

Wow. He was a pirate. Mmm-hmm.

We do not use

the P-word in this house.

No, no, no, no, no.

Captain Patrick O'Malley

was an adventurer.

An explorer. A gentleman.

Known far and wide by all.

Not only as

a well-read scholar,

but as a man of rare

elegance and taste.

Who took to the seas in order to

spread kindness and prosperity.

And with a handful of his

fellow high-minded travelers,

all of them equally intelligent

and well-educated.

He set sail to the New World,

on a great quest,

to bring wisdom and knowledge for all.

Life was grand

for Captain O'Malley

and his faithful

and loyal crew.

And what little

challenges they did face,

forged a strong

bond between the men.

And a great friendship

was born amongst the crew.

They promised one another to stick

together through thick and thin,

allowing nothing to come between

them until they reached their goal.

It's rum!

It was the bravery and

courage of Captain O'Malley

that served as a true

inspiration to his men.

Aye, ya scurvy dogs!

If l can't have the treasure,

then nobody can!

And despite their many

seemingly insurmountable obstacles,

his crew were behind him, all the way

across the ocean.

When Captain O'Malley

touched the sand,

he knew his journey

had ended at last.

And in honor of

their beloved captain

they named this

place O'Malley's Cove.

Hmm.

If he wasn't a P-word,

why is there a skull and

crossbones flag on his ship?

The artist had

a vivid imagination.

This way, please.

And this will be

your room, Mr. Thornton.

And just like

the rest of the house,

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