Beethoven's Treasure Tail Page #3

it has been appointed

with priceless heirlooms.

Uh, the rug. Ah!

Why, the quilt on the bed.

Lovely.

And even my wrap.

Hand-knitted by my

great great grandmother

in the traditional

O'Malley family weave,

handed down from generation to generation.

And this is why l

ask all of my guests

to treat my home as if

it were their very own.

And of course, no pets allowed.

Aah!

- What was that?

- Oh, nothing.

I thought l heard something

come from downstairs.

It's probably just the wind.

It's a terribly silly day.

Gah!

Now what on earth is that?

Oh!

Termites.

Come on, buddy, you can do it. Let's

get your back paws up. And up...

And up!

Mr. Thornton,

may l come in?

Just a minute.

You were right,

it must have been the wind.

Well, how do you like that?

Well, then,

if the room is satisfactory.

Oh, l'll take it.

No luggage?

Oh, it's being sent. Later.

All right then.

Just remember that

breakfast is at...

7:
00 a.m. sharp.

Yes. And... No pets allowed.

Yeah.

Oh, okay. Good boy.

That was a good boy.

You did good.

It's hard to believe

you were ever this little. Hmm.

Hi, this is Billy.

Billy, hey.

Please, leave a message and

I will call you right back.

Voicemail.

Have a great day.

Billy, hey, it's Dad.

We got a little problem here.

Beethoven and l...

We're working on the new

movie, and we miss you.

So l just wanted to check in.

I hope, you're doing

good at college. And...

And l love you.

Okay. We'll talk soon.

It was a little white lie.

I couldn't tell

him we got fired.

Well, l'm beat.

What do you say

we call it a night?

I will make you a nice bed

right here on the floor...

Oh, no, you don't.

Do you know,

if Mrs. O'What's-her-face

sees one of your

hairs on this bed

we're both sleeping

on the sidewalk? Get off.

Get off. Off the bed.

Off the bed.

Come on.

Off the bed.

Get off the bed.

Get off the bed.

Please, get off the bed.

Oh, come on.

Quit hoggin' the bed.

Ow! Ow, ow!

Okay, just stay right there.

I'm gonna go downstairs

and get you some breakfast.

And then l'll figure out a

way to get you out of here.

But, stay.

Stay. Stay.

Ah.

Oh, yes.

Hi. Hi.

Wow, they say that breakfast is the

most important meal of the day,

but don't you think you're

going a little overboard?

My car broke down.

And this is the only hotel

and that mean old lady doesn't allow pets.

You won't...

You won't say anything

about you know who?

Oh, no, your secret

is safe with me.

Thanks.

What is her problem anyway?

Is she always

such a mean old lady?

We do not allow food in

our rooms, Mr. Thornton.

I'm sure you will be very

comfortable at the table.

Oh. Hmm.

Now, Anne, please do not forget

about the reception

that we are hosting

for Mr. Bruchschnauser today.

How could l forget?

His name is on

every billboard in The Cove.

Well, l think the Bruchschnauser

re-development plan

is very important for our town.

We should be grateful

for the opportunity

he's giving us to invest in it.

Now where is my grandson?

He'll be down in a minute, Mom.

Well, l can see we're

going to need more bacon.

And sausage.

Sam!

Yeah?

Breakfast!

In a minute, Grandma!

Now!

Okay, okay.

I guess l could

try over there again.

l

said in a minute, Grandma.

Can't a guy get any

privacy around here?

Beethoven?

Wait. Beethoven, wait!

Listen, l'm really sorry

about what l said before.

I had no idea she was your mother.

Oh.

That's okay.

She drives me

crazy sometimes too.

After my husband...

lt was just Sam and me.

And my job at the museum

just didn't pay well,

so here we are.

Wait a minute.

This town has a museum?

Don't act so surprised.

O'Malley's Cove used

to be quite the place,

with shops and restaurants

and lots of people.

Then the fishing dried up

and so did everything else.

And if things

don't change soon,

our town's gonna go bankrupt.

And l don't know

what we're gonna do.

What about that

Mr. Boogersschnitzel?

Mr. Bruchschnauser.

Yeah, maybe.

But then it's just gonna

be his town, isn't it?

Hey, l think there's

somebody's upstairs

that wants his breakfast.

Oh, thank you.

I'll see you later?

Yeah.

Sorry, boy,

that's all l've got.

You wanna see my treasure map?

Hmm.

I've searched all across

this side of the cliffs,

and over here and down there.

I still haven't

found anything yet.

But l'm going to,

one of these days.

My dad said all l had

to do was keep looking.

See, he even gave me his old

backpack from when he as a kid.

He said it was all l needed

to hunt for treasure.

l just wish he was

still here to help.

Oh, no.

Beethoven! Where are you?

Beethoven!

Oh, no.

Oh.

Oh, no.

Sam, l am so sorry.

Oh! We gotta get him

dried up and out of here.

Sam, come on, you're going

to be late for...

Oh, what's he doing in here?

Come on, buddy.

What's he doing in here?

l'll get him.

I'll get him.

Where's he going?

Oh, Beethoven.

Sam, where are you

going dressed like that?

Just getting some morning

exercise, Grandma.

Anne.

Anne, you need to

speak to your son.

There you are.

That boy is going to catch

his death running around.

Well, now, why are you wet?

That's a good question.

L'll tell you later.

Don't forget

Mr. Bruchschnauser.

He is single, you know?

Oh!

Okay, l don't think she

saw anything, but...

Mom, do you still

have that map?

Sam, l told you...

But, Mom, listen, Beethoven's

gonna help me find the treasure.

Aren't you, boy?

Excuse me?

Yeah, Mr. Thornton said so.

He did?

No, no.

No, l didn't exactly...

Yeah, you did.

You said if l really wanted

to find the treasure,

l should get a dog,

'cause that's what dogs do.

Sniff for stuff and dig it up, right?

Right.

Right. But l didn't

mean my dog.

Come on.

Oh, well. Here's a dog.

So let's go.

Sam, l think you should

go get dressed for school.

But, Mom. Samuel.

Just go get dressed.

Thanks a lot.

Am l missing something here?

So he wants to hunt

for pirate treasure,

what's the harm in that?

I wish you would just mind your

own business, Mr. Thornton.

Get down. Get down.

Oh.

It's not the worst

thing in the world.

What?

If you ask me,

l think he's a terrific kid.

He's got a great imagination.

Well, l didn't ask you.

If you had kids

you'd understand.

Well, l do have a kid.

His name is Billy.

He's in college now,

but he was Sam's age

when we got Beethoven.

It's just that,

Mike, my husband.

He has filled Sam's head

with all these crazy ideas about

buried treasure and pirates,

and of course

none of it is real.

Seems pretty real to Sam.

That's the problem.

If that's how he

remembers his dad,

does it even matter

whether it's real or not?

This isn't Hollywood,

Mr. Thornton.

Around here we have to accept

things for what they really are.

Not what we wish they could be.

Sometimes wishes come true.

Not in O'Malley's Cove.

You fools!

Where is it?

I'm sorry, Mr. Bruchschnauser.

Don't worry, we'll find it.

l must have it!

Lt's around here somewhere,

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