Haunter

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Lisa

Lisa Johnson.

Lisa!

Me and Edgar found

the pirate treasure.

Meet us down in the secret cave.

We're gonna spend all

Sunday morning...

Hey, watch out for blinky, okay?

He always traps

you on your left.

Don't!

Lisa, you messed up my game!

Here's your walkie.

Stop waking me up with it, brat.

Edgar left it, not me.

Well, tell Edgar he's annoying.

You tell him.

He's your imaginary friend.

He's not imaginary.

Lisa, go down to the basement and

start the laundry, will you?

I did it yesterday,

you just don't

remember me doing it.

Stop being a smart aleck.

Buster brown, where's

your glasses?

I lost them.

Well, find them, pronto.

Lisa, have you decided where we're

gonna go for your birthday tomorrow?

Ask me tomorrow.

Okay. Well, I hope we get there,

'cause the car's not running.

Your dad's been trying to fix it all day.

He won't fix it.

Laundry, please.

Cold water only. The hot

wears out the clothes.

I don't think it's possible

for our clothes to wear out,

ever.

Cold water.

Lisa.

Not a smart idea to go anywhere

today, pal, with all this fog.

Stay inside, okay?

Play some games with Robbie or

practice your clarinet.

I'm sure everyone else

in the neighborhood

is staying inside today, too.

Even the phones are out.

Something wrong Lis?

Hmm?

No.

No.

Everything's fine.

I mean, you wouldn't

believe me anyway so...

This is the story of Peter

and the wolf.

Early one morning, Peter opened

the gate and went out into

the big, green meadow.

Lisa!

Come downstairs, will you?

Your father and I

want to have a talk.

Your mom says

you've been acting kind of

funny all morning.

Funny how?

Well, for one thing,

some clothes are missing

from the laundry.

Do you know where they are?

Honestly, I really don't know

where they went.

The truth is, they're

gone every day.

And what does that mean,

"gone every day"?

Okay,

it's like mom's pancakes.

Every morning, she makes them

for breakfast, and you're always

trying to fix the car, which for

some mysterious reason has

always stopped running.

Then, Mac and cheese for lunch.

Then, we have meat loaf

for dinner every night.

And at 8:
00, we watch,

"murder, she wrote" and go to

bed, wake up tomorrow, and

do the exact same thing.

Well, you and Robbie have school

tomorrow, and I have work, so...

There is no school.

There is no work.

And what about your birthday?

That's not tomorrow either?

No.

Never comes.

It's always the day

before I turn 16.

It's pretty frustrating.

I'm really trying to

understand where this is

all coming from, pal.

Are... are you bored

with your life?

Is that it?

I mean, are you anxious

about something?

- Is it a boy?

- No, no, mum! God, no!

You just don't understand it,

like, at all!

Well, explain it to us.

Maybe we can understand.

That's the thing,

is that I have tried to

explain it many times,

and you guys just never remember

and you don't believe me.

Believe what?

That we're stuck in this house

and we're never gonna leave.

Why?

Because all of us...

Shut up, Lisa, shut up!

Enough is enough, Lisa!

Shh.

Hey, hey.

It's okay, buckaroo.

Shh.

Your sister is just

playing a silly game.

Lisa, you tell your brother

that everything is okay.

Lisa?

I'm gonna go finish playing

the clarinet in my room.

Let me know when the Mac

and cheese is ready.

Safe-deposit key...

is that what you were looking

for, captain downing?

Or should I say, Mr. downing

or whatever your name is?

Lisa Johnson.

Me and Edgar found

the pirate treasure.

Meet us down in the secret cave.

We're gonna spend all

Sunday morning there.

Lisa?

Go downstairs to the basement

and start the laundry, will you?

I did it yesterday.

You just don't

remember me doing it.

Stop being a smart aleck.

Hey, Charlie brown,

where's your glasses?

I don't know.

Well, find them, pronto.

Lisa, have you decided where we're

gonna go for your birthday tomorrow?

Ask me tomorrow.

Well, I hope we get there,

because the car's not running.

Your dad's been trying

to fix it all day.

Laundry, please.

Cold water only.

Hot wears out the clothes.

Thank you.

Thank you, and welcome to the

white house.

In a moment, I will be

sitting at that desk,

taking up a pen

and signing the most

sweeping overhaul of the tax

code in the nation's history.

To all of you here today,

who've worked so hard and long

to see this day come, my thanks.

And the thanks of a

nation go out to you.

They haven't made this the

freest country and the mightiest

economic force on this planet

by shrinking from challenges.

They never gave up.

And after almost 3 years of

commitment and hard work...

"The impossible became

the inevitable."

Early one morning,

Peter opened the gate and went out

into the big, green meadow.

Lisa

Did you wash everything

in this load?

Some clothes are missing.

Yeah, I know.

So, where are they?

I don't know, mom. Okay?

Those clothes are missing,

like, every single day.

Come downstairs, will you?

Your father and I

want to have a talk.

Your mom says

you've been acting kind

of funny all morning.

...Captain downing?

Or should I say, Mr. downing?

Lisa Johnson.

Me and Edgar found

the pirate treasure.

Meet us down in the secret cave.

We're gonna spend all

Sunday morning there.

Lisa?

Sweetheart, pancakes are ready!

And...

We're in focus.

Okay.

Our new home.

We're in focus. Okay.

Our new home.

We're in focus.

Our new home.

Who are you?

Hello?

Is anybody here?

Was that you playing

the clarinet?

Are you trying to contact me?

Are you dead?

Are you... Alive?

Lisa?

What?

What are you doing up there?

Nothing.

Some clothes are missing

from the laundry.

Do you know where they are?

No.

Well, they went somewhere.

Okay, just give me a second.

Well, Bruce, if you get the

car fixed, I'd love it if you

could go and get a few groceries.

Okay.

Well, I'm working on it.

So I have no idea where to start

with it,

but I am working on it.

Mom, can I go play with Edgar?

What about chocolate

ice cream for dessert?

Me and Edgar will both

have double scoops.

No. You will each

have one scoop.

Go ahead, Mr. Magoo.

Lisa, you haven't even touched

your meat loaf.

Meat is murder.

What's the matter, Lis?

Since when do you smoke?

Sorry?

That's not part of the routine.

I've never seen

you smoke before.

Your father always smokes

after dinner, but he's gonna quit.

Right, Bruce?

Absolutely.

A scoop for you tonight, honey?

- What's wrong with two scoops?

- God, you're as bad as Robbie.

One or two scoops for you, Lisa?

Where's dad and Robbie?

Uh, your father is in the

garage fixing the car, and

Robbie's up in his room

playing video games.

What about "murder, she wrote"?

Oh, sweetheart, do you

mind watching it upstairs?

I just... I really want

to finish this chapter.

I know. I know, I know.

See if I can get this

son of a b*tch working.

I don't know.

I don't know why it won't work.

I just don't.

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