Casper: A Spirited Beginning Page #2

Don't make me laugh.

Don't make me puke.

Don't eat beans around the campfire.

Come on, guys.

Beat it, biped. You don't scare right.

Ghosts. What do they know?

Oh, my gosh, I'm late for school.

Here they come!

All right, everybody. Settle down, folks.

I'm Snivel, and welcome

to our ghost train station.

In other words, the station

where we train you to be ghosts. Get it?

OK. Over the next few weeks,

you the rookies will be learning

the A, Boo, Cs of the ghost life.

OK again. At which time,

you will be issued a haunting license.

All right, now. You deadbeats,

file through here! Ready, march!

All right, everybody, come on. What are you

looking at? I am Snivel. Keep on movin'.

March, march, march.

You didn't laugh at my jokes.

And the grand total is... five.

Oh, no! Who's missing?

Casper?

Did you say "missing," you little runt?

Kibosh...

I'm in charge here and nobody skips training.

Especially little snotnoses named Carter.

That's Casper, sir.

Silence!

When I want your help, I'll beat it out of you.

Of course, O mellow one.

- Now, about this Castor...

- Casper.

Sorry.

How would it look if I, the mighty Kibosh,

let some wide-eyed rookie run loose

without any schooling?

- Very embarrassing, sir.

- Embarrassing?

It's disgraceful.

Almost as bad as losing track

of those three worm-headed deserters.

- What were their names?

- Stinky, Stretch and Fatso, sir.

When I find those slackers,

I'll tie a sheepshank on their bedsheet butts.

- Your blood pressure, O stupendous one.

- I have no blood!

Now, find me this Casper

and bring his sorry, hooky-playing tush

back here immediately!

I'm outta here.

- Hi!

- Oh, hello.

Excuse me, ma'am. Can you help me, please?

Well, of course, but where are you?

I'm over here. Just don't be scared, OK?

Gracious me. Who would

be scared of a little boy...

G... g... ghost!

No! Help me!

I wish someone would just talk to me.

This reminds me, I gotta see my dentist.

Tim, the news is here to record my glorious

speech in front of a flattened house.

- And it isn't.

- I know, Mr Mayor. It's nuts.

One second my crew was raring to go,

then they're hollering "Ghost."

Ghosts?

No, he's just joking around.

He's a kidder, you know.

Tim, ghost rumors have been around

for the past month.

Yes, Mr. Mayor, but most of them are

prank calls. They're kids, drunks, nut cases...

My wife?

And charming, intelligent women.

My wife is very intelligent. It takes her

an hour and a half to watch 60 Minutes,

I have enough trouble keeping people from

leaving this sad town, so ixnay on the ghosts.

Yes, sir. Sorry about that.

- Mr Mayor? We're almost ready for you.

- I'm cool. Everything is cool.

You get that beat-up piece of lumber down

by tomorrow or you're finished.

Hey, Chris. Listen.

Sorry about this morning, you know.

Guess I missed breakfast or somethin'.

Whatever.

You know, I really liked your oral report

about that alien spaceship.

- Then why'd you throw chalk at me?

- That was Danny, not me.

I mean, I loved your report. Right, Leon?

- Yeah!

- Thanks.

Well, you know Miss Fistergraff liked it

better than all of ours put together.

Well, I guess I got into it.

You know my favorite part?

- When that soldier got slimed by that alien.

- That was digestive bile.

Imagine if that bad boy

dropped on you from the sky.

- They got Principal Rabie.

- They're gonna get it.

All right! Who's responsible for this?

Well, he was really just sorta standing there.

- It was him, Principal Rabie.

- Yeah, I saw it too. It was Chris.

- All of you go to my office at once!

- That's not fair.

Excuse me. I'll take care of this one.

He was tardy this morning.

- Very well.

- Thank you, sir.

The rest of you, march!

It's OK, Chris. I know you didn't do anything.

I know that Brock and his pals have

been picking on you for some time.

- Well, no big deal. They're losers.

- But you've gotta stand up for your rights.

You can't let people get away with that

nonsense. It's like Applegate Mansion.

If we don't stand up for it, they're gonna

tear it down and build some Choke 'n' Puke.

I'm sorry, Chris. I shouldn't drag you

into the middle of my feud with your father.

There he is.

As you know, I'm dedicated

to breathing new life into Deedstown.

And what better way than building

the Deedstown shopping gallery.

A Dum Dum Donut and a Stop 'n' Spend

aren't gonna save this town, Mayor.

There has been some opposition

to the project.

Is that why Applegate Mansion

is still standing?

I think our town and building contractor

Tim Carson should answer that one.

Hi.

TV cameras aren't usually so flattering.

Our plan to revitalize the town is to remove

all symbols of our stagnant past.

Those are historical landmarks!

Our first attempt was delayed

by interference from a few...

No ghosts.

Right. Militant reactionaries.

- Militant?

- No need to worry though.

The Deedstown rejuvenation project

will soon be back on track.

That creep. That weasel!

- You can count on it.

- Well, buster.

I'm gonna have another rally, see?

You haven't heard the last

of Sheila Fistergraff!

- I'm sorry.

- No problem.

Whoa! He didn't scream.

Hey, you didn't run away!

Oh, wow, a ghost!

Hi, let me get your picture!

- You mean you're not scared of me?

- Are you kidding? I love ghosts!

Bet it's fun - flying and vanishing!

All I know is everybody just

screams at me and runs away.

- Sounds pretty lonely.

- You don't know how lonely.

Let me guess. You feel like no one's

on your side. No one really cares about you.

- And no one really likes you.

- I feel like that every day.

We've got a lot in common.

- I'm Chris.

- Casper.

- So where do you haunt?

- Haunt?

- You know, ghosts haunt places.

- They do?

- Of course. Didn't you go to spook school?

- No.

Then I know just who you need to see.

Come on.

All right!

This is my hide-out. Awesome, huh?

Yeah. Really creepy.

- So there are other ghosts like me, right?

- They were here this morning.

Till they get back

I'll teach you about being scary.

But I don't feel like scaring people.

It's your job. It says so in here.

OK, then. I guess I'll try.

Good. Now, this is how

most people would think of ghosts.

What? That they're blind?

Just be one with the sheet for a minute.

Let your ghostly instincts guide you,

young Spookwalker.

OK. I'll try. Here goes.

Can't we cut some eyeholes in this?

Oh, man. This is stupid, Chris.

- Try to be scary by standing still.

- All right. I'll try.

- Boo!

- Louder!

- Boo!

- Scarier!

Boo!

This kid has serious problems.

Now he's dressing up his friends like us.

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