Casper: A Spirited Beginning Page #6

Chris!

You clean this up!

I have to go see the mayor!

You can't! What about our dinner,

and the batting cage?

- I don't wanna hear it, Chris!

- It's not fair!

You love your job more than me!

Casper, how could you?

Come on, guys. I've got to help Chris.

We don't give a flyin' banshee.

- This fleshie stuff has gotta stop.

- It's ruining our reputations.

You've been a goody-goody too long

and now it's time to pay the price.

- Pay the piper.

- Paper or plastic.

Look! Elvis's ghost!

- Where?

- Where's the king?

Stupid. Everyone knows Elvis is still alive.

Find him.

Wow, you really clobbered 'em tonight!

- I'm almost better than you, huh, Dad?

- Absolutely. Wait till we tell Mom.

Hey, Mom!

- You got me a month of detention, geek!

- Wish I could have done more for you.

Here you are.

- What do you think you're doing?

- Come on, you've had your fun.

You're not standing up for this worm, are you?

No. It's just that... Let's go.

I think she likes the wimp.

- So, do ya? Huh?

- No, let go!

- Leave her alone!

- Mr. Tough Guy!

Stop it!

Why don't you beat it?

You know, I never

liked you hanging around anyway.

You're coming with us

to the Applegate Mansion, weirdo!

- Let go of me!

- Shut up, you little jerk!

- Let go! You're hurting me!

- Shut up, you little wimp!

- Oh, don't be such a scaredy-cat!

- Yeah, wuss!

- Let me go!

- Shut up!

Quiet, Chris. Sissy creep.

- How about over there?

- Yeah!

You are gonna die!

- Let me out, Brock!

- Oops! Looks like you're stayin'!

Let me out, Brock!

Sleep tight, don't let the dead bugs bite!

- No luck.

- Ditto.

A wimpy ghost is loose and it's our fault.

What could be worse?

It's worse! Way worse.

- Kibosh!

- Count on it.

See, I told you they were here.

I caught 'em red-handed.

- So where's Chrysler?

- Casper.

- He's...

- Find him.

Yes, Your Backhandedness.

Big K, what a surprise.

- You're lookin' trim.

- Silence.

I've been searching for you slackers

far too long.

- Not the cage.

- I hate the cage.

Now, to find your little protege Canker.

- Hello.

- Mr Carson, is this line secure?

- Yeah. Who is this?

- It's Bill Case, sir.

Bill, yeah. What time is it?

It's 0600. You don't sound good.

Have you been tortured?

No, I just was working late.

I must have conked out on the couch.

So we are still on target

for Operation Sawdust?

Yeah, sure. You mean the demolition?

First class.

Are there any demonstrators there?

Affirmative. A small platoon,

but they're well outside the perimeter.

But they can't get to the detonator, can they?

Not to worry, sir. I am unstoppable.

That shack is nuked, waxed, history.

OK.

Look, I'll be there soon. If I'm not there

by 6:
30 on the dot, demolish the place.

Roger that. Over and out.

Oh, well. I have my orders.

Chris!

Chris.

Chris.

Chris!

Chris!

Chris! Chris!

Chris.

"Sorry I'm always bothering you,

so I ran away."

"Now you'll have the time

you need for your work."

Chris, I'm sorry. Last night wasn't my fault.

Get away! Get away!

Careful, Mr Carson.

- You are not pulling my leg.

- It's OK, really.

I do not believe in ghosts.

Here, is this better?

- Are you here?

- Boy, Chris was right.

You really don't have an imagination.

Chris?

You know where my son is?

If you've done something to my son...

Relax, Mr Carson. I'm Chris's best friend.

In fact, I'm his only friend.

- You're Casper?

- In the flesh, or so to speak.

- Where's Chris?

- He ran away.

It seems as if I'm always pushing away

the people that I love.

He's only ten, Mr Carson, and very lonely.

He's lonely? How can he be lonely?

I'm always there.

No. You're always working.

Yeah. He said that.

Find him. You need each other.

You're right, Casper.

We do need each other

and we love each other.

Will you help me find him, Casper?

Sure. I bet he's at the Applegate place.

Chris loves it there.

That's gonna blow in 15 minutes!

What? I gotta warn Chris.

I gotta stop the detonation!

Come on, Bill. Bill.

Bill!

- I gotta find my son. He's in danger.

- Chris?

- You know him?

- Yeah. Get in.

- Where to?

- Applegate place.

- You're Sheila Fistergraff.

- You got it.

What'd you do this time?

Forget his birthday?

You're always jumping to conclusions.

All I know is I'm not destroying this town.

You're crazy. Stop this car!

You're so stubborn. You don't understand.

Without change this town is dead.

At least I'm not killing it like you are.

- Killing it?

- Can't you see?

I am just trying to save this town!

Chris! Chris, where are you?

- Chris!

- Casper?

- Chris! Help me out here, buddy.

- In here.

Come on, Chris. We gotta get outta here fast.

- Where'd you go last night?

- Never mind that.

There's a bomb in the house. Let's go.

Great.

The sniveler has sniveled his finest snivel!

Once I grab that rat Capper,

it's back to Processing for all of you

for some radical retraining.

More left-wing protesters.

Well, they shall not pass.

No! No, no, no!

Excuse me. Bill, where are you?

Bill, where are you?

- Bill, where are you?

- Who's Bill?

- He's blowing up this house.

- What?

There's a bomb in the house.

We've gotta stop him.

That's the first thing you've said

that I agree with. Bill!

Bill, where are you? Bill!

Bill! Stop the detonator! At ease, soldier.

- Get out of my sector, you libertine.

- This mission is aborted! Stop!

Bill, you freak, it's me - Tim!

How do I know you're not

a master-of-disguise impostor?

It's me, I hired you. I'm firing you.

You're done. It's finished. It's over.

Tim, are you all right?

I'll be right back.

- I'm not gonna get out, am I?

- Don't give up, Chris.

Maybe I can find the bomb and disarm it.

Found it. Yes!

- What's goin' on?

- They're gonna blow up the mansion.

Stop the countdown!

Oh, now what? Think, Casper, think!

Leave that house alone, buster!

Must save reputation.

No!

It's past 6:30. You're OK.

I am?

I am! Yes!

- We did it!

- Negatory, you sniveling, liberal pansies.

My bomb's got a default mechanism. You can

wave bye-bye to that rattrap in one minute.

Oh, no.

You raving yahoo maniac!

My only son's in there.

Everybody get back! There's a bomb!

There's a bomb! Get back!

One, two, three...

Chris! Chris, where are you?!

In there!

- Chris!

- Dad!

- Chris, where are you?!

- Here!

- Open up the door!

- I can't, it's locked!

Open it, Chris!

Wait a minute! Hold on!

- Hurry up!

- Hold on, hold on!

Dad!

-Are you OK?

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