Beethoven's Treasure Tail Page #7

It was just a couple

of spider webs.

God, you're worse than Sam.

Beethoven!

Hey, buddy, where's Sam?

Sam? Sam?

Don't worry, we'll find him.

We'll find him.

Where are we going, boy? Oh!

Put that lovely box

onto the boat. Down below.

And Simon, prepare to set sail.

We leave in five minutes.

Yes, sir.

Call me "Captain!"

Oh, great.

Roger. You're clear.

Hey!

Where do you think

you're going?

Oh, look what we have here.

A stowaway.

- Oh, excuse me!

- Excuse us!

l'm sorry.

Happy birthday!

Do you think he really

knows where Sam is?

Oh, yeah.

Either that or

a truckload of dog food

just drove through town.

We're set to go, sir.

What did l tell you?

Captain. Good.

What are we gonna do about him?

Who cares about him?

Looks like a good swimmer.

Maybe when we

get far enough out,

we can toss him

overboard and find out?

Time to go. Yes, sir.

What? Good. Captain.

You won't get away with this.

Oh, people like you

always say that,

people like me always do.

Ooh!

Don't lose the scent.

Come on.

Wait, that's

Bruchschnauser's boat.

You don't think he has anything

to do with this, do you?

Hey.

Oh!

No!

No!

Ugh! Yuck!

Oh, my...

What is going...

Oh!

Abandon ship!

l can't swim!

Hey, Beethoven.

Help me!

l can't swim.

Catch!

Simon!

Simon.

- Mr. Bruchschnauser!

- Help me!

Thank you!

That's it. That's it.

Follow the sound of my voice, sir.

Can you hear me?

Mom!

Okay,

l'm right here, sir.

Captain, sir.

Captain Bruchschnauser.

l'm right here, sir.

Are you okay?

Over here, just reach, sir!

l thought you couldn't

do that jump anymore, huh?

Maybe this time

he had a reason?

Get me up. You idiot!

I can't reach it...

All right, let's move.

There it is.

That's my boat.

Affirmative, Unit four.

We need all

the handcuffs you can get.

And he stole

my helicopter.

And my private jet.

Don't touch me!

And my Rover.

Right around the side there.

Hold it right there.

Run! Wait!

No, no, no, no, no.

This way. Over the side!

No, no.

l'm innocent.

And my entire wardrobe.

Who are you?

I am Fritz Bruchschnauser.

The real Fritz Bruchschnauser.

So who's that?

He's an imposter.

His name is Howard Belch.

And he's not even German!

See? Dad was right all along.

Yes, he was.

Hey, hey! Wait a minute!

That treasure chest is mine!

My men pulled it out

of the ground!

Your men pulled it out

of O'Malley ground.

And according to the

original town document,

which l just happen

to have at the museum,

as long as there's an

O'Malley, it belongs to him.

We'll see about that!

Simon, call my lawyers.

Shut up, Howard.

You're wrong, Mom.

This stuff doesn't

belong to me.

What do you mean, Sam?

It belongs to the whole town.

We should use it to help

O'Malley's Cove.

What do you think?

I have the greatest

son in the world.

So, you'll come back to O'Malley's

Cove sometime, Mr. Thornton?

Will l come back?

Um...

l'm not sure

l really wanna leave.

Well, what about Hollywood?

I never really liked decaf

soy lattes that much anyway.

I just order them because

everybody else does.

But listen, if we really

wanna put O'Malley's Cove

back on its feet again,

we're gonna have

to do something

to let the whole world

know about this place.

We?

I wonder how

we're gonna do that.

Can l get a dolly

over here?

Okay.

Now remember,

the bad pirates are trying

to steal the treasure,

so you need

to protect it. Got it?

Okay, everybody.

Let's do this.

Let's make a movie.

Eddie Thornton.

Charlene, how many times

do l have to tell you,

we're not coming back?

That's right. Beethoven and l

are making our own movies now.

With a little help

from our friends.

All right, people. Let's move it.

Places, everybody.

Pirates, thank you

very much. Okay.

Let's get our butts in gear.

Come on!

Ahoy there, lad.

Looks good. l definitely wanna

come in for a little more.

And here's your coffee,

Mr. Thornton.

Uh, regular,

just the way you like it.

Hmm. Mmm-hmm.

We're gonna be in the movies.

Thanks, Grandpa.

What'd you say, Sam?

Nothing.

Never mind.

Let's roll it.

Beethoven's Treasure.

Scene one, take one.

Off the set.

Get off the set!

And...

Action!

Action!

Quiet on the set.

And action!

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