Casper: A Spirited Beginning Page #5

Time for our conference?

Yeah, Chris. Come on in.

I was just getting ready for my big rally.

Maybe I could get you to carry

one of these signs tomorrow.

Oh, no. There I go again. I'm sorry.

- Is my dad here yet?

- No, but he has a few minutes, honey.

He's coming this time. I know it.

- Come on. I don't want you to be late.

- The teacher's name is...

Fester or Fister...

- Fistergraff.

- Right. Bye-bye.

- Would that be Sheila Fistergraff?

- Yeah, I think so.

She's the one behind

the Save the Mansion movement.

Chris's teacher?

I should have known!

Parent-teacher conference? Ha!

My Aunt Sally!

Hey, that's really good. You're a good artist.

Excuse me.

Sheila Fistergraff.

But, Miss Lions, these conferences

are essential to the students...

What?

This is school business.

No, it has nothing to do with the mansion.

Tell Mr. Carson if he keeps

dodging these meetings,

the next call he'll get will be

from the board of education.

Chris, I'm sorry.

- I'm afraid that your father...

- Isn't gonna show.

Honey, I'm sure it's not your fault.

I'm sure he's under a lot of pressure with his job.

So what else is new?

Come in.

Chris, you should've seen me! I was awesome!

- People all over town liked me!

- Yahoo.

From now on, I'm gonna

use my powers to help people!

- I wanna be their friend!

- I'm so happy for you.

- What's wrong?

- Dad. He flaked out again.

He forgets everything about me.

Parents don't like going to school

any more than kids do.

But I'm sure he'll remember

your baseball thing.

Hey, yeah, the batting cages!

We're supposed to have dinner too!

Well, all right! Get pumped, dude!

Then I'll top it off by introducing him

to my best friend!

- Who's that?

- You, doofus!

He'll have a hard time forgetting that!

It's my teacher! Hide!

- Miss Fistergraff.

- Hi.

You left this at school

and I thought you might want it back.

Thanks. Do you want a soda or anything?

- Sure, all right.

- Come on in.

I'll be right back.

I didn't know your dad

liked Frank Lloyd Wright.

- Oh, yeah. He's a big fan.

- There's hope for him yet.

What's this piece?

That's a toy coatrack.

That's so cute.

- Must have missed.

- No, here. I'll get it.

You look around.

- Here's me as a Klingon.

- I love Star Trek,

- Did you see The Wrath of Khan?

- That was a classic.

You know, I was really hopin'

to talk to your dad about the mansion.

Did you know that in 1805

the Applegates founded this town?

Without them, none of us

would even be living here.

What?

How... how interesting.

- I didn't know that.

- Yeah, it's true.

Well, I guess I'd better get goin'.

Big rally tomorrow. Wish me luck.

Good luck.

Thank you.

Your porch light's out.

I'll see you tomorrow at school.

Good night.

Close call. I don't think she likes me.

- Come on, we've got a dinner to make.

- So let's do it!

Better keep your head down.

Nosey neighbors.

Losing Casper.

How about some music?

All right!

Now Casper's the fleshie's slave?

It's time to report in to my master.

- What?

- Perfectly safe. All done by remote control.

No wires, no fuss,

and you, Mr Mayor... you are a hero.

OK. But how are you going to stick the TNT in

without those protesters knowing?

It's already in, Mr Mayor. It's already in.

That'll warn ya.

Here we are.

See you manana, boys.

Right.

A human teaching haunting techniques?

It's unorthodox, it's unheard of, it's...

- Un-American?

...disgusting! Keep your eye on them.

I'm on my way.

Can you believe this?

That store owner thinks ghosts are friendly.

That was Casper, I tell ya. He's goin'

around town doing good deeds for everyone.

- Revolting!

- The kid's a menace!

I don't know. I kinda liked him around.

It was sorta like a family.

Am I hearin' this?

I can't help it. I feel stuff.

Yeah? Well, feel this!

A friendly ghost is a threat to all ghosts.

So spread out and find that little poltergeek,

and don't be too gentle about it.

Looks good, pal, but you forgot a plate.

- I want you to join us.

- Really?

Gee, thanks!

It's Dad. I'm gonna introduce you to him,

so wait by my window. All right?

OK, but what should I say?

Well, just be friendly.

- Chris?

- Now go!

Chris! Chris!

I can't open the door for strangers.

I'm sorry about the conference. I had

an emergency. My office caught on fire.

Yeah, and a gremlin ate my homework.

- Look. Char-broiled, medium well.

- Admit it. You forgot.

I didn't forget about

wild-and-crazy-guy night.

OK, fine. Hurry up.

Whoa, Chris, that is great!

- Thanks. I had help.

- Help?

- Yeah, I had a friend over.

- Yeah? Who's that?

A new kid. In fact, he's comin' over for dinner.

You didn't have to do that. We could

go to a restaurant, maybe that Chinese one.

You tore it down.

When did I...? Yeah, I did.

But I put up a Yogurt Hut.

Very sensitive. Why do you tear everything

down? I like that old Applegate place.

You're sounding like your teacher,

and she is gonna get me fired.

Then you and I, we gotta live under a freeway.

It would just be so...

At least she listens to me.

- What's that supposed to mean?

- You never pay attention to me.

You don't come to my baseball games,

or take me to the movies,

or listen to what I say.

Chris...

Chris, that's ridiculous.

Chris, you know that when...

You promised. No interruptions.

Can I take a phone call? The phone is ringing.

Hello.

Yes. Mr Mayor. Sure.

- The memo. Of course I saw it. I just...

- No, Dad. The batting cage. You promised.

- That was the mayor.

- I'm your son.

- Chris, don't do this.

- At least meet my friend first.

OK. When's he gonna show?

- I think he's here right now.

- Oh, yeah? Oh, really?

- Well, I don't hear the doorbell.

- Trust me.

Hello, sir. I'm Casper.

No, no.

Yo, dude. Big C here.

Gotcha, run! You're coming with us1

- Chris needs me!

- Too bad, bulbhead!

Your fleshie-friendly days are over!

I've gotta warn you,

he's kinda different, so be nice.

OK.

Dad, meet Casper!

- Where is he?

- Well, he's a ghost.

- Chris, I don't have time for games.

- It's not a game! Ghosts are real!

- Casper, come on.

- Chris, stop.

I know, he probably went to

the Applegate Mansion! Let's go!

That Sheila Fistergraff put you up to this.

- You're not listening!

- This is ridiculous!

Why can't you believe me? Mom would have!

That's it! You have an overactive imagination!

It is time to grow up!

This goes...

This, and this...

This...

Look at this stuff.

- Those are mine!

- This is trash!

No!

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