Casper: A Spirited Beginning Page #7

Dad, we can't let the bomb hurt the mansion!

Yeah, but we can't take it outside!

That'll hurt the people out here!

Your dad's right. Go. I'll take care of this.

Great, now what do I do?

That's their school, O cagey one!

Now I've got you, you little...

Excuse me.

It's still standing.

It's still standing!

Soldier, you have failed!

30 days in the stockade!

As I've been saying all along,

we must preserve our historic landmarks!

Would you like an as-boo-rin, sir?

- How did you do that?

- They taught me, sir.

We did? Yeah, we did.

Told ya we had great techniques.

Then I was wrong to split you three up.

A family as scary as you has my permission

to haunt where you want.

But you still need to go through

basic training, dropout.

Hey, the little guy stuck up for us.

Now it's our turn.

Sorry, you can't take Casper.

You said yourself that

you can't split up a family.

But he's not related to you.

Sure he is. Don't you see the resemblance?

- We're...

- His uncles.

So you want him, you got him.

But remember the rules.

A family has to stick together

for all time.

Yeah. You're stuck with Catto.

That's Casper. Make sure you four

never darken my tomb again.

Hold real still.

- Sorry, sorry.

- That stings.

- There you go.

- Thank you.

Chris, I'm sorry for ignoring you.

- I didn't mean to doubt you.

- It's OK, Dad.

I love you, Dad.

I love you, son.

And you got a great teacher.

- So...?

- So I guess you're one of us now.

Yeah, like a family. We'll have a home

and a rumpus room and everything.

And my training, we could start...

What am I hearin'? A home? A rumpus room?

Fatso, you got blubber in your ears.

Didn't ya hear? That little fleshie's

old man's gonna demolish this place,

tear it down for good.

Pack your bags, Casper. It's haunting

the streets for us. We got bupkis.

- Miss Fistergraff...

- Sheila.

Sheila.

So, Sheila, I was wondering.

If we reclassified this place as a historical

building, how could we spice it up?

What if it had a gimmick?

Like it was haunted, maybe?

- That would bring in tourists.

- Right. But don't we need ghosts for that?

You mean us?

A place of our own? A tomb with a view?

And from a fleshie?

This breaks all the rules, but I love you, man.

- Jeez.

- Thanks.

- What'd we miss?

- You almost got Chris killed.

Cool.

Brock, you're a butt,

and you'll always be a butt.

So, snoop, your old man's OK.

If you ever need a favor, just ask.

See those guys? They're the ones

who locked me in here with the bomb.

- Enough said.

- No, no, no.

Now that we're a family, you guys

have to try to behave yourselves.

Oh, we will, shortsheet. We will.

Cross our hearts and hope to live.

- Shout's honor.

- Whaddaya say, boys?

Oh, my God. It's Jennifer. Hide!

Listen, about last night. Those guys were

jerks, and so was I for hanging with them.

- Sorry.

- Don't go.

I didn't know they'd locked you in here.

Were you scared?

- It is haunted, you know.

- Right.

How would you like to meet a real ghost?

- Say hi to Casper.

- Hi!

You're a g-g...

- Please don't stutter.

- Ghost!

Casper, I like the effect you have on people!

I think I'll be a good influence

on the ghostly trio.

That's 'cause you're friendly, Casper.

Hey, I like the sound of that!

Casper, the friendly wraith. No.

Casper, the pleasant poltergeist.

Let's just stick with Casper,

the friendly ghost.

Boo!

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