Casper: A Spirited Beginning

Oh, dude!

This isn't happening.

This is not happening.

I thought people only flew in dreams.

That's it. I'm having a nightmare.

Wake up, Casper! Come on, snap out of it!

Hey, mister. What's goin' on?

- What happened to me?

- Scram, deadbeat!

- I'm in a grave mood.

- What's his problem?

- Where's this train goin', lady?

- The processing station.

Now let me rest in peace.

Excuse me, but where am I?

That's simple, fog boy. Too close to me.

- Let me go.

- Later, dude.

What are you trying to do? Kill me?

No, wait! Look out! You're gonna hit the...

How'd they do that?

"Welcome to Deedstown."

This looks like a quiet place.

I hope someone here can help me.

Pardon me, sir. I'm new here and...

Well, welcome to Deedstown, sonny.

A ghost!

- A ghost!

- A ghost? Where?

He must be seein' things.

What's goin' on?

G-g-ghost!

What's going on? Wait, wait, come back!

Tell me what's happening!

What's everybody going crazy for?

Drive!

I don't see any ghost.

Me? I'm no ghost.

My feet! I am a ghost!

No...!

This is Captain Carson speaking.

The uniform of the day is...

The X-Files T-shirt!

Dad's breakfast!

- T minus four minutes and counting.

- I know! I know!

- Dad, when did you go to bed?

- Early. 2am.

Dad!

I was working on these sketches.

What do you think?

Nice, if you live on Zeta Alpha 5.

Just what this town needs - fresh blood!

Out with the old, in with the new.

No! In with the food! Eat!

Chris.

- I'm on a diet.

- Fine. More for me.

Don't forget. Tonight's my open house

at school. I want you to see my poster.

After I tear down the old Applegate place.

- Not the mansion.

- Don't start.

It's the first phase of my renovation

of the town, and the mayor loves it.

But I like that old mansion. It's really spooky.

No more supernatural stuff. I'll see you later.

Don't forget. Tonight's my open house.

Parents are manda...

tory.

OK, to the left, Stan!

Make room here.

Wide load. Give us some room.

Stop the demolition.

You don't have our permission.

Stop the demolition.

You don't have our permission.

Save Applegate Mansion.

Save Applegate Mansion.

You don't have our permission.

Stop the demolition.

Hold it right there, buddy! That's far enough.

We won't trade our landmarks

for crass, commercial eyesores.

No, we won't.

No more burger stands.

Wait till Carson gets here.

Please, ladies and gentlemen.

I have an announcement to make.

Just listen to me for one second.

Ladies and gentlemen, we are not the enemy.

We are here to improve our town. We're doing

that by giving you a brand-new mini-mall.

- We don't need a new mini-mall!

- Please.

The first thing we've got to do

is tear down this dilapidated wreck.

This house survived the decades

and we'll make sure it survives you.

Look, lady, cut me some slack.

This place is fallin' apart.

The best thing is to replace it

with something useful.

Like what? Another burger stand?

Not another burger stand!

Stop the building, we demand!

Not another burger stand!

Stop the building, we demand!

Ladies and gentlemen,

whether you like it or not,

in about two seconds this place

is gonna become kindling wood.

My apologies. Stan, level this puppy.

Quick! The human wall!

I'm calling the sheriff.

Bull... Doz... Er.

Bull... Doz... Er.

Bull... Doz... Er.

Don't ya get it, bone bag?

Bull... Doz... Er.

No!

Bulldozer!

Gangway, fleshies! Let him through.

Where are they?

Run for your lives!

Missed me. Missed me, skinnard.

He's down for the count.

Fleshie, you're mine,

'cause possession is nine-tenths of the law!

Get away from me!

You hate me. You really hate me!

Simon says shake your body!

Oh, medic! We got a fleshie down!

Coming, Doctor.

I learned this trick from my mummy.

It's a poltergeist party!

I know we're not in Technicolor,

so how about odorama?

Move it, pal. This is a no-parking zone.

See what happens

when you don't set your alarm?

Well, at least you have a sunroof now.

Before you run off, pal,

you'd better check under there.

- Under where?

- Exactly.

- A mega-wedgie!

- What a crackup!

My allergy!

I said you were eating too much dairy.

Ghosts three, fleshies nothin'!

I love my job!

Boys, the world is our oyster.

- Our playground.

- Our love is here to stay.

Thank you. OK, everybody.

Sheriff's on his way...

Wow.

He sure works fast.

Hey, Brock.

Don't ever smack me, bug.

But look - creepy Chris Carson.

I hear he keeps spiders as pets.

Yeah. Probably eats 'em too.

Let's pay him a friendly visit.

So, you off to another weirdo convention?

Drop dead, Brock.

Check it out. Chris is readin' about himself.

- You guys really need new material.

- Shut up, geek, or I'll pulverize you.

"Pulverize"? Wow, Brock!

A three-syllable word.

Why on earth did Principal Rabie

hold you back a grade?

I'm gonna love takin' you out, wacko.

Definitely the work of the ghostly trio.

This, I've gotta see.

- Dave, it's Tim. Where's my crew?

- They quit.

Adios! Reservoir!

Dave, I need this house down.

You got two options, Tim. Find another outfit,

or start huffin' and puffin'.

Look, you're the last demolition crew in town.

If Mayor Hunt is not posing

in front of some rubble today, I'm dead!

Tough! We don't do ghosts - union rules.

Dave, there are no such things as ghosts!

Dave?

Man, are we good or what?

Yeah. Just like the US scare force!

Fatso, lighten up, huh?

- I mean, go turn on the lights.

- Yeah, I knew that.

Did we ever spook them bone bags!

Yeah. They didn't even stand

a ghost of a chance!

Boy, them fleshies sure can run!

I'll say. Maybe they take extra vitamin E.

Well, maybe we're just the best.

You sure are. Say cheese!

- Where?

- Cheese!

We'll take three eight by tens.

It's that snoop again.

The mummy wrap was a nice touch, guys.

But the wedgie? It seemed

a bit overused, don't you think?

Who asked you, nosy?

- Nice try.

- Ooh, it's Mr Scare-Me-Not.

Look, kid. How many times we gotta tell ya?

This is an exclusive club,

and you ain't invited.

Hey, what's that?

Aha! This is a condemned building.

According to the Ectoplasma Britannica,

it's a public place.

Fleshies ain't supposed to have this.

Where'd you get it?

The Spooker lmage Catalog. So how come

you guys decided to move here?

This ain't our home.

Though it is a nice location.

Oh, yes. Excellent view too.

Something of a fixer-upper though.

Will you two shut your yaps?

Come on, guys. I know a lot about ghosts.

Let me hang with ya.

Hang? You're a little late for that event, kid.

Besides, us? Pals with a bone bag?

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