Casper Page #4

it's gonna be okay.

Cool. So, listen, if you're

not hooked up with anybody else,

you wanna... I don't know...

hang out with me at the party?

I'd love to.

All right, cool.

All right, see ya.

Okay.

Yes!

Well, did you ask her?

Yeah.

And she actually

believed you?

This really bites.

No, it's absolutely perfect.

Hey!

See? I'm a good dancer.

Whoa!

Don't need a costume.

I'm always the life

of the party.

Casper, listen.

I know you want to go.

Come on. We'd have

a great time together.

Casper, I have a date.

What's this Vic guy got

that I don't, huh?

A pulse?

Big fleshy deal.

A tan.

Very bad for your skin.

How about a reflection?

Okay, okay,

but can he do this?

Come with me if you want to live.

Casper?

Casper! No! Don't!

Casper, no!

Casper, no! No, no, no, no!

Casper, no. Oh, my God!

High! This is very high!

Casper! Casper!

Casper,

this is beautiful.

I come here every night.

Alone?

Mm-hmm.

What were you like

when you were alive?

I was... I was...

I don't remember.

You don't remember

anything from your life?

No.

So... Nothing?

No.

You don't remember what school

you went to, how old you were?

Your favorite song?

What about your dad?

Hm-mmm.

Not even your mom?

Is that bad?

No.

It's just kind of sad.

I wonder why you

don't remember anything.

Hmm? Guess 'cause

when you're a ghost,

life doesn't matter

that much anymore.

So you forget.

Sometimes I worry

that I'm trying to forget.

Forget what?

My mom.

Just certain things.

The sound of her making

breakfast downstairs.

The way she put on

her lipstick...

so carefully.

I do remember...

she always used Ivory soap.

And when she'd hug me,

I'd breathe her in...

so deep.

And I remember,

before I'd go to sleep,

she'd whisper in my ear,

"Stardust in the eyes,

rosy cheeks and a happy girl

in the morning."

Casper?

Hmm?

If my mom's a ghost,

did she forget about me?

No, she'd

never forget you.

Kat?

Mm-hmm?

If I were alive, would you go to

the Halloween dance with me?

Mm-hmm.

Kat?

Hmm?

Can I keep you?

Mm-hmm.

Casper, close the window.

It's cold.

Hey, Dad!

Found your Visa card.

Where was it?

Um, in your wallet.

Maybe I could use it to buy this perfect

costume I saw in a store downtown.

You always made your

costume. No, Mom did.

I think I could come up

with something pretty good.

Why don't we roll you in aluminum

foil, and you could go as a leftover?

Don't worry.

You always look cute.

I don't wanna look cute. Cute's

like when you're nine years old...

and you've got papier-mache

around your head.

I want to look... nice.

Mm-hmm.

Like... Like date nice.

Really? Uh...

Honey, I think maybe

it's time that we...

sat down and... It's a

little late for that, Dad.

- How late?

- Oh, don't worry. Not that late.

Oh, good.

You know that I would love

to buy you everything you wanted.

But until Miss Crittenden pays

me, that thing is pretty worthless.

Oh, well, that's okay.

Don't worry about it.

I'm sure I can come up with

something perfect for the party.

# It's my party and

I'll die if I want to #

# Die if I want to #

Dad, please,

whatever you do,

don't let those guys

crash it.

Oh, no, I think they're actually

getting to be quite focused now.

# You will die too

when it happens to you #

# Da, da, da-da, da, da #

Big finish!

Scream or sugar?

Vell, vell, ze patient

has finally arrived.

Late again, I see.

Could this be an expression

of hostility, Doc?

It's your hour, Freud.

What? So silent? No pearls

of wisdom today, Doc?

Come on, Doc.

Stay tough. Don't stop.

Come on, Doc.

Hang with us homeboys.

Hey, wait a second.

What?

You ain't thinkin' about

packin' it in now, are ya, Doc?

We were just startin'

to have fun.

It ain't often we meet

a bonebag as amusin' as you.

Boys, this is serious. I think the doc

is havin' one of them fleshy breakdowns.

Time for drastic measures.

Think we should break into a song? No!

It's time we gave the doc

our own prescription.

What about the party?

The party will have to wait.

Are you thinkin' what

I'm thinkin'? Gentlemen?

Happy hour! Happy hour! Happy hour.

Whoop...

Yee-haw!

# Ninety-nine bottles of beer

on the wall #

# Ninety-nine bottles of beer #

Just the dead guys!

This is an outrage.

This is appalling.

You pay a man to get the ghosts out

of the house, and what does he do?

He gets the ghosts out

of the house. Exactly.

It's about time!

Ohh!

Look familiar?

This is...

This is...

And...

I know this.

I had five fingers!

I remember!

Hootie!

Chugga-chugga,

chugga-chugga.

And wait!

Check it out!

Hands up, Kat!

Oh, wow!

It was my mom's.

Can I...

Go ahead.

Oh, Casper, it's perfect!

You think I could wear it

to the party tonight?

Casper?

I begged and begged my dad

to get me this sled,

and he acted like

I couldn't even have it,

'cause I didn't know how to ride it.

And then one morning, I...

I came down for breakfast,

and there it was, just for me.

For no reason at all.

I took it out,

went sledding all day,

and my dad said, "That's

enough," but I couldn't stop!

I was having so much fun!

Then it got late.

It got dark.

It got cold,

and I got sick.

My dad got sad.

What's it like to die?

Like being born.

Only backwards.

I remember I didn't go

where I was supposed to go.

I just stayed behind...

so my dad wouldn't be lonely.

Is that your dad?

Mm-hmm.

"McFadden claimed that he was

haunted by the ghost of his dead son,

"and that he invented a machine

to bring him back to life:

The Lazarus."

The Lazarus.

Ooh.

Sorry. I guess we'll

have to take the long way.

Hurry up!

Come on!

My dad hid it so no one can find

it, but I remember where it is!

Ha!

Wait till you see it!

- Don't you know a shortcut?

- You got it!

Casper, no!

Wall! Human!

Stop!

Hey! Over here!

Go ahead.

Sit down.

I would hold on.

Why?

Casper?!

Well?

What was that?

The "Up and At 'Em" machine.

My dad was a great inventor, but he had a

little trouble getting going in the morning.

Didn't he ever hear

of caffeine?

- Dibs!

Wha...

What is all this?

My dad's lab. Kind of a slob, wasn't he?

Down here, he could do whatever he

wanted to. But no matter how busy he was,

he would drop everything

to play pirates with me.

Man, we had

so much fun.

Aye, matey. Buccaneers and buried

gold. Whipstaff doth a treasure hold.

Oh!

Come on.

Dibs!

Oh!

So where's this Lazarus

thing? You're lookin'at it.

Down there?

Huh. That's useful.

Oh, I know there's a way to

get it going. I just can't...

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