The Haunted Mansion Page #3

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They have little chocolates|on the pillows...

to have.

What's the problem?

In the first place,

we weren't even supposed to|be here.

We were supposed to be|at the lake.

What am I supposed to do,|control the weather now, Sara?

That's not the point.

You couldn't resist.|You just had to come.

Excuse me. This is a big|opportunity for all of us.

Not for us, for you.

The only thing you seem to care|about anymore is work.

Oh, but when I'm working hard,|it doesn't matter

as long as I'm bringing you|home expensive gifts, right?

Hey, what are you...|Hey, Sara.

Hey, Sara, I didn't|mean to say that, okay?

Sara.

Come on.|Stop it.

Sara.|Sara.

I'm sorry about that, honey.|Can you open up, please?

Aah!|Ooh.

You scared me.

- Pardon the intrusion, sir.|- Yes.

The master was wondering|if he might have a word with you

in the library.

A word? Okay. I'd love to have|a word with him.

Sure.|Let's go talk some turkey.

Yes. Turkey.

- Very good, sir.|- Yeah.

If you will kindly follow me.

Yeah. Of course.|Of course.

Hey, Sara, I'm gonna have a word|with Mr. Gracey.

I'll be back in a minute.

Ramsley, I was just wondering.

Have you ever been|to a tanning salon?

I've got a friend who's got|a really great place.

You can get a really smooth tan.

Do something about|that ashy white look.

I'm sure the ladies|would love it.

Yes.|Sounds wonderful.

Would you care for a drink, sir,|while you're waiting?

Yeah. Don't mind if I do.|Thank you, Ramsley.

Oh, wow!

Now, that's class.|That's what I need to do.

Get a big picture of myself|to put on the living room wall.

Adds a touch of elegance|to the room.

Yes, sir.|Very elegant.

Thank you.|Thank you so much, Ramsley.

Mmm.

So, Ramsley, how long|you been a butler?

A long time.

What are the most|important qualifications

in case I might be doing|some interviewing?

Attending to every detail.

Understanding priorities.

And above all,|knowing one's place.

What does your boss like to do?|What's he into?

You know, what floats his boat?

The master likes|a great many things.

Art, literature, beauty.

And all that stuff about ghosts.

Did he get, like, a bad clam|in his jambalaya one night?

You don't believe|in ghosts, sir?

Absolutely not.|Let me tell you something.

The way I see it, you only go|around the track once.

So you do it full-out|all the way around.

Mr. Evers, may I confide in you?

Please do.

The master is not well.

He must leave this house,|Mr. Evers.

He must move on.

It is of the gravest importance,|I assure you.

Or I fear the very worst.

I can't believe this.

Still no reception.

We had to take|that little detour.

20 minutes tops.|Yeah, right.

Do you think it's gonna stop|raining soon?

How should I know?|I'm not the weatherman.

Hmm.

Stogies.

Not bad.

Not at all.|Hold onto that.

Hmm.|Hmm.

Wonderful.

Must be nice.|Must be really nice.

I tell ya.

Ahh.

Hmm.

Hello there, good man.

Ramsley,|fix the gentleman a drink.

Nigel, I just recently returned|from the Continent,

where I found|the most interesting book.

Yes, it was called|"Raising the Dead. "

Oh! Oh, cripes.

Oh.|I hope that doesn't stain.

Oh.

Wow.

Interesting.

Wow.

Wow.|I wonder where this leads to.

Hey!

Hey, open this back up!

Hey, open up!

Ramsley!

Ramsley!

Push back the head!

Hey, will somebody push|the head back?

Megan!

What do you think it is?

It's a ghost ball.

I think it wants us|to follow it.

I think you're crazy.

It does.|It wants us to follow it.

Hey, Megan, wait up!

Where's that scary albino|when you need him?

Oh.|Hello.

Have you seen my husband?

Excuse me.

Wait!

Wait!

Oh, Ramsley.|It's you.

May I help you?

Yes.

I was just looking|for my husband.

Ah, indeed.

I left him in the library.

Right through there.

Honey, it's late.|Let's not fight anymore.

Come to bed?

Oh!|I'm sorry.

I thought you were my husband.

Can I help you with that?

Ramsley hates it|when I leave things lying about.

Yes.|He seems a bit proper.

He strikes most people that way.

Once you get to know him,|you'll find that's not the case.

But he's really...

He's really very sweet.

Thank you.

He's been like a father to me.

Mr. Gracey,|may I ask you something?

Yes. Of course.|Anything.

This house.

It's been in your family|for generations.

It's your home.

Why do you want to sell it?

These walls are filled|with so many memories.

Some of them painful.

I think for you to understand,|I really must show you.

It's all right.|There's nothing to be afraid of.

Although it might be|a bit worn and faded

from its original grandeur,

this house was once filled|with so many things.

So much life.

With grand parties, dancing,|laughter, and, above all, hope.

Being a Gracey meant|that you were denied nothing.

The world was yours.

What happened here, Mr. Gracey?

She did.

Who?

Elizabeth.

Hers is the story|that haunts these walls.

Come on.

Megan, wait.

You don't know the last time|that thing's been inspected.

Would you just relax?|Where's your sense of adventure?

This is against|all my better judgment.

Hi!

Is anyone home?

Those must be termites.

Some big-ass termites.|That's all.

Hello?

- Oh!

Oh.

Aah! Aah!

Megan!

Mom.

What are you doing here?|You're not supposed to be here!

This is unspeakable!|Unspeakable! You have to leave!

- Who is that?|- That's none of your business.

Now, come on. Get out of here.|It's way past your bedtime.

Her name was Elizabeth.

Are you kids hungry?|Does anybody want a cookie?

Cookies?!

Don't offer them cookies!|They're trespassers!

Trespassers don't get cookies!

This is none of their concern.

It is their concern!|They're involved!

Hide! Hide!

The children are not|in their room.

Have you seen them?

Children?|What children?

What children?

Her children.

The children|she wasn't supposed to bring.

Along with that brainless|husband of hers.

Thank you.

If I had to listen|to another word

from that insufferable fool,|I think I would have burst.

Of course, sir.|What a fool!

Did I not tell her|to come alone?

Is it really too much to ask|for a little cooperation?

A little order?

Of course not, sir.

If you find the children,|bring them to me.

- Certainly, sir.|- Yes, sir.

The final arrangements|have been made.

Nothing further will interfere|with the master's plan.

Thank God I heard your voice.|I lost my way.

I don't know how to get out|of here.

I'm sorry if I sound|a little frazzled.

I just had myself|a little freak show back there.

It's time to respond.

I was supposed to meet|with Mr. Gracey.

But I got stuck in the wall.

Goblins and ghoulies|from last Halloween,

awaken the spirits|with your tambourine.

Okay, I hear you, but I don't|see you. Where are you?

I am Madame Leota, seer of all,|voice to the spirits.

Whom do you seek?

Hey! Hey!

Hey, let me out of here!

Silence!|Whom do you seek?

I am seeking a way out of here.

Then you must look within.

I don't want to look within.|I want to look without.

There is great evil|in this house.

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