Casper

Okay. One picture

and we're history.

That's what I'm afraid of.

Come on.

Oh, man, do we

have to do this?

You want everyone at school

to think we're chicken?

I could live with that.

You wuss. Come on.

Oh, whoa!

Oh, man!

I- I don't see anything.

Do you?

No, I don't

see anything.

Let's just take the picture

and get outta here.

Fine, fine. Here,

take the picture.

Now, wait a minute. I gotta be in the picture

too, or no one will believe I was here.

Just shut up and take the

picture. No, you take the picture.

You take it.

You!

Guys, guys, don't fight.

I'll take the picture.

Say cheese!

A ghost!

And to the Save The Dolphins

Foundation:
$11 million.

To the Save The Pumas

Foundation:
$1.2 million.

To the Patagonian Wasp

Salvation Fund:
$1.4 million.

To the Dyslexic

Dalmatians Foundation:4...

To hell with the livestock.

What'd the old stiff leave me?

Um, I believe that

what the bereaved...

is trying to express

is that the sudden death...

of her only father has

left a great gaping void...

in her bank...

in her life.

Carrigan wonders what he has

left her to fill it up with.

Hmm. Let's see.

Bobcats, owls,

snakes.

Daughter:
Carrigan.

Whipstaff Manor in Maine.

And?

And I'm late for lunch,

so if you'll excuse me.

Are you trying to tell me that

I just spent the last two days...

holding his clammy hand,

waiting for him to kick,

and all I get in return

is one lousy piece of property?

No, it was lousy 50 years ago.

Now it's condemned.

Enjoy.

Wait a minute!

This is not fair!

I'll contest it, then I'm gonna drag you and

every one of those damn dolphins into court!

Knock yourself out.

Dibs! This is all

your fault, as usual.

If you would have just

forged the damn will.

Carrigan, this is

condemned seafront property.

Oh, Dibs!

Don't you get it?

Flipper got more money

than me.

Carrigan,

the deed's in there!

Oh! Ouch!

Ow. Ouch!

"Buccaneers

and buried gold.

Whipstaff doth

a treasure hold."

Treasure? Dibs, you idiot! Get it out!

I knew that place was worth something.

There's treasure in that house.

And finally, I'm gonna

get what I deserve.

Carrigan, I think I need a doctor.

Oh, there's plenty in Maine.

So... what do you think?

I think you're

gonna get wet.

Hey! Wait!

Carrigan!

Carrigan!

Dibs, light, light!

What a dump.

Wow. Wow!

This place is fabulous. You

could just do so much with it.

I mean, it's a bit spooky. Dibs.

Aaah! Aaah!

Hello.

Huh?

Who is it?

Who is it?

Afraid I can't

answer that.

Why not?

Why not?

It's kind of hard

to explain. Uh...

Is he the caretaker?

Are you the caretaker?

No!

Is he a transient?

Is he... Are you a

transient? No, not exactly.

Tell him to show himself. Show yourself!

Here's the thing.

If I do, don't scream, okay?

I get that a lot.

Are you a burglar? I must

warn you that I am armed.

Hello?

Listen!

If you don't show yourself, I'm gonna

have you arrested for trespassing!

Okay, okay. Geez, calm down, lady.

Here I come!

Hi! I'm Casper!

You shouldn't do that

or you'll wake up--

Too late.

So tell me,

you have experience?

I have-a quite a bit

of experience.

Not, you know,

like, exactly doin' it.

But I've studied it, and I've

talked to people who have done it.

I've-a seen videos, and I feel very

confident with-a my knowledge...

I could do it,

no problem.

Then you can handle

this? It's-a no problem.

It's-a like no problem whatsoever.

Piece of cake. Piece of crumb cake.

Well?

How did it go?

Oh, it was-a fine. Was, uh,

no problem. Piece of cake.

Who you gonna call?

Someone else.

What do we do now?

What do I usually do when

something stands in my way?

Check those fuses!

Um, are you sure we're not

going a tad overboard here?

Dibs, I have huffed and puffed.

Now I want to rip this place down.

I want my treasure--

People, people, please!

You're sweaty male

construction types!

Dibs, do something.

Charlie, quick, keep runnin'!

Don't look back! Run, Charlie, run!

Wait, wait. They were

just kidding. Honest!

Oh, every time.

All I want's a friend.

Did you ever feel the way

Priscilla Cow felt?

That you'd like to be

completely different?

Almost everybody feels

like that once in a while.

But most of the time, I hope

you can be glad to be yourself.

That's really

something to celebrate.

A g-g-ghost!

More on the Pentagon playboys

as the story unfolds, but now:

Step aside, Sigmund Freud.

Jump back, Joyce Brothers.

It's Dr. James Harvey,

therapist to the dead?

Are you depressed, anxious?

Are you lonely?

Do you need someone to talk to?

No problem,

if you're a ghost.

You can call them ghosts,

if you like, or as I prefer,

the living impaired.

But the bottom line is,

they need help sometimes.

Just like the rest of us.

After the sudden, unexpected

death of his wife Amelia,

Dr. Harvey gave up conventional psychiatry

and, some say, conventional sanity.

Now, along with his loner

daughter, Kat... short for Kathy...

Doc Harvey travels from town to town,

searching for paranoid poltergeists,

scared specters,

the depressed and the dead.

How do you feel about what

your father does for a living?

Could you please

not ask me any questions?

Do you believe in ghosts? Ever seen

one? Does your father ever hurt you?

He's my father.

Could you just talk to us?

Look, it's the first day of school.

I'm sure I'm gonna have homework,

so would you please?

Carrigan.

What part don't

you understand?

But who is this man...

No, not "I ate fish." I hate

fish. Don't you have cows here?

Listen, I have had

a long and trying day.

Do you think you could bring me a pint of

Haagen-Dazs ice cream, rum raisin, and a Diet Pepsi?

Think you can handle that?

Now you want me to hold.

Fine.

With therapy, they can

begin to process this pain.

They can pack up their emotional

baggage, and they can move on.

My Harry passed away

five years ago,

but he was so miserable, his

spirit wouldn't leave the apartment.

So I called Dr. Harvey.

He came over.

And in a few weeks,

Harry left, smiling.

The living impaired

are known for haunting us.

My question is,

what's haunting them?

It's a lack of resolution.

Ghosts are simply spirits without

resolution, with unfinished business.

It's my job to find out

what that is.

And so Dr. Harvey continues his work,

dragging his daughter along for the ride.

This week they're in Santa Fe.

But next week? Boo knows?

Now, from the ghost shrink to

shrinking thighs. Yes, I'm still here.

- The miracle fat cream

experiment, next. - Get me Santa Fe.

# That's life #

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