The Time of Their Lives Page #2

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West Point within 48 hours.

Excellent! It means

the end of the war.

Washington and his rabble can

never recover from such a blow.

Congratulations, Tom.

Your plan has worked perfectly.

Our friend Benedict has requested that

you personally come to West Point...

to help him arrange the

final details tonight.

Hold on. I thought I saw something move.

"Yours truly, George Washington.

" Who is this Horatio Prim?

Where is he? I'll not be tellin' you

that, even if you cut my tongue out.

We'll take care of him later. There's

enough evidence in this letter...

to hang your rebel friend

when we've won the war.

Oh, Master Tom, you... a

traitor! You spying little hussy.

Get rid of her. She's

heard too much already.

Let go of me!

Nora.!

That Cuthbert.!

Oh, I hate

that Cuthbert.!

Put your hands up.

Put your hands up!

Speak up, fellow. Who are

you? Horatio Prim, the tinker.

Oh, Prim. You're Nora's

sweetheart. Yes, ma'am.

Thank heavens. I need help.

What do you think I need?

Would you please get me out of

this overcoat? Ooh, that Cuthbert.

I just learned that the United Colonies

and General Washington are in great danger.

You and I have to save them. My

friend General Washington in danger?

Yes, yes. That's all I gotta

know. Get me outta here.

Do you know the location of the nearest

Continental Army post? Yes, ma'am.

Saddle those two horses

while I finish dressing.

Whoa, Lancelot.

I'll be right with ya.

But, sir, when did they capture this

spy, Major Andre? Early this morning.

We found some papers in his boot

exposing the whole foul plot.

And some of them were signed

by Master Thomas Danbury.

Master Prim,

we must get through.

If anyone tries to stop us, we'll

shoot. Here's a horse pistol.

This is for you. What do I shoot

with? This is no time to jest.

We must go. Mistress Melody, I

wanna tell Nora that we're goin'.

Nora and I plan to elope.

I don't want her to worry.

Oh, but, Nora...

She wa...

Oh, I'm sorry, tinker. I'm

afraid there won't be time.

I'm sure Nora'll understand.

Hurry. I guess so.

Tinker, here come some of

Tom Danbury's friends.

The back road.

There go two of the traitors.

Lieutenant, surround the house! Yes, sir.

Neither one of these men

is Tom Danbury.

They're dirty traitors just the same, else

they wouldn't have been shooting at us.

- What'll we do with them, sir?

- Throw them in the well. That's the only burial they deserve.

Yes, sir.

Hear me, ye faithless souls.

May you lie there

in everlasting torment...

with but one name to identify

your rotting bones:

"Traitors. "

And unless some evidence

proves us wrong,

I curse your

miserable spirits...

to be bound

to Danbury Acres...

'til crack of doom.

Amen.

Here you are, Major.

Good.

G-G-G-G-Ghost.

Oh, no,

it's me, tinker.

Odsbodkins

and spotty widgeons!

Am I glad to see you, Mistress

Melody. Oh, am I happy now.

You know what I thought for a

minute? Only a minute, mind you.

I thought

you were a ghost.

Me, a ghost. I thought you were a ghost!

What did you do?

I didn't do anything.

My hand...

That's funny.

I'm still thirsty.

Tinker, there's something very,

very wrong. You can say that again.

Look. "Here were buried two traitors. "

Good! I wonder

who they were.

Look at the date!

September 23, 1780.

That's today. That's right, tinker.

What's the matter?

That looks like us

down there.

Yeah! How can us be down

there when us are up here?

Do you remember when Master

Danbury's friends tried to stop us?

Yeah, and they even took shots

at us. I'm afraid they killed us.

They killed us?

Why?

We didn't do anything.

Soldiers.

American soldiers.

A-And those people. It looks as

if they were looting the place.

What does all this mean? There's

just one answer, one terrible answer.

Those soldiers

were pursuing us,

and we mistook them

for Tom Danbury's friends...

and they mistook us

for traitors.

Traitors? Me, a traitor? I'm a patriot!

I even got a letter from General

George Washington to prove it.

Uh-oh. I gave the letter to

Nora to give to you. Nora?

That must be the letter that Tom took

from her before she was kidnapped.

Kidnapped? Kidnapped! Kidnapped?

Nora? Who are they?

Where are they?

I'll tear them

gizzard from gullet!

Tinker!

Wait for me!

Come on, you old nag.

Get up. Get up.

Get up. Come on. Lancelot! Cuthbert!

Come back with my Lancelot.!

Lancelot.! Lancelot.!

What happened?

I don't know.

I can't get through.

Something's wrong. Wait.

"Hear me,

ye faithless souls.

"May you lie there

in everlasting torment...

"with but one name to

identify your rotting bones:

'Traitor. "'

"And...

"unless some evidence

proves us wrong,

"I curse your

miserable spirits...

to be bound to Danbury

Acres 'til crack of doom. "

Then you heard it too. Oh, I thought it

was some horrible dream, but it wasn't.

We're bound to these acres

forevermore. We can't get away.

But he also said unless some

evidence proves him wrong.

Evidence? My letter from George

Washington! That's evidence!

That's right. Tom must have hidden

it somewhere in the library furniture.

Furniture? This is a fine

time to think of furniture.

Mistress Melody, the patriots

took it all away!

Well, don't give up.

Maybe he hid it behind some

secret panel in the wall.

Yeah.

Yeah!

Great Beelzebub and little Beelzebub. Look!

Now we shall be here

'til doom cracks.

Mistress Melody, why didn't you get

Paul Revere to help you instead of me?

Oh, I'm sorry, tinker. It's

all my fault. Forgive me?

I think we'd better

go back to the well.

Do you mind?

Uh-uh.

This is the first time I've

ever put my arm around you.

That's right. Melody. Yes?

We've been up in this

tree for 165 years. Yes.

And never once did I...

What?

Never...

Melody.

Yes?

You have beautiful eyes.

Oh, my little tinker.

Melody, there's just one

thing I want to ask you.

Oh, yes.

If I...

Oh, what is it?

Melody.

Yes?

No, I can't. It sounds

foolish comin' from a fat man.

Oh, no, Horatio!

Tell me.

You really wanna hear it?

Yes.

Melody,

would you...

Would I what?

Would you scratch

my back tonight?

See, it didn't

take so long.

That's right. And yet, no one would

know we're anywhere near civilization.

Ain't that the truth. Here.

Careful now. Don't look yet.

I want you right back here.

Now!

There she stands.

Danbury Manor, exactly as it was in 1780.

Come on. I can hardly wait

to show you the inside.

Shelly, this porch

is a dream.

Should be. It was designed by the

famous Jonathan Bullfinch in 1760.

Why, Shelly, you mean we have

servants already? Why, absolutely.

The local employment agency

sent us a housekeeper.

Hello, Emily.

Afternoon.

I'd like you to know my fiance, Miss

Prescott, and her aunt, Mrs. Dean.

'Lo.

'Lo.

Decorators left last night.

Said to tell you...

they got all the rooms fixed

like it explains in the book.

Great! Hang on tight, darling.

We're going into the 18th century.

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