The Time of Their Lives Page #3

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Oh, is this trip necessary?

Oh, uh, pardon me, but

didn't I see you in Rebecca?

Hey, kids, wait for me.

Oh, Shelly!

You like it? Oh, darling, it's wonderful.

Don't you think so, Millie?

Oh, it's out of this world.

Don't know whether you realize it, Mildred,

but this happens to be the very furniture...

the Danbury family used

160-odd years ago.

Someday I'm gonna...

That must be Doc Greenway. I've

invited him up for the weekend.

Oh, dear Dr. Greenway. That's all

we need to complete the picture.

Ralph Greenway happens to be one of

the best psychiatrists in New York.

I'd better go down

and let him in.

Millie, please! I wish you'd

stop making smart cracks.

You're beginning to upset Sheldon,

and he's not entirely well yet.

Now Ralph said...

"Ralph said. "

Last week he said the rash

I had wasn't an allergy.

It was caused by a guilt complex because I kicked

your Grandma in the bustle when I was two years old.

I can hardly

believe my eyes.

Absolutely miraculous.

Ralph!

It's good to see you. June.

Mildred. It's good to see you.

Nice to see you,

Doctor.

Quite an accomplishment, eh? Quite.

Has Shelly told you I hit on the idea

of restoring this particular place?

No, do tell us. Well, it's part of my

family history. 160-some-odd years ago,

my great-great-great grandfather, Cuthbert

Greenway, was a butler on this estate.

- Really?

- From butler to psychiatrist in six generations.

- Now that's democracy for you.

- Pardon, Mr. Gage. This was delivered this morning.

Oh, yes, a plaque for the well.

Look, honey. It's very impressive.

Strange. In all these years, no one ever

discovered who those two traitors were.

Hope the ghosts don't throw

this one over the fence too.

- Ghosts? Did you say ghosts?

- It's just a legend.

The ghosts are supposed to hurl their

memorial stone over the fence every so often.

Yep. Last time

was Fourth ofJuly.

Put Mayor Hathaway in the hospital for

two weeks. Hit him in the head with it.

Interesting case,

isn't it?

I think we'd better get this placed on the

well before dinner. I'll get some tools.

Let me go.! I'm gonna throw

that plaque over the fence.

Oh, stop it, Horatio. What good

would it do? They'll only put it back.

Then I'll throw it

back over again.

I don't want all those people

comin' up here and sayin':

Here lie the dirty traitors Here lie the

dirty traitors Oh, pooh. I'm used to it.

Well, I'm not. Besides, it

only happens once a year...

when they have

the Fourth ofJuly picnic.

But did you hear what

that man said? Every Saturday,

they're gonna open up the place

to the public, between 2:00 and 4:00.

And I'm not gonna stand for it. But,

darling, what can you do about it?

I'll tell you what I'm gonna do. I'm gonna

make them sorry they ever rebuilt that house.

What are you gonna do?

I'm gonna haunt 'em.

That's what I'm gonna do. Hm-mmm

Horatio!

Horatio!

I always forget to do that. Well,

you'd better forget the whole thing.

No self-respecting ghosts do

any haunting until midnight.

Oh. All right.

I'll wait.

But tonight, I haunt.

Psst.!

Ooh!

Don't do that! You almost

scared the life out of me.

Oh, I'm sorry, but I was lonely up

at the tree, and I got frightened.

Please let me stay

down here with you.

Well, all right, but

don't try to stop me.

My mind is already

made up.

Can't believe it.

It's exactly the same.

Let's go in. We can't.

Everything is locked.

If we wasn't a couple of outdoor

ghosts, we'd know what to do.

Why don't we try to go in the same

way as we go up and down the tree?

You know.

Here I go.

I don't think she made it.

Come on.

It's easy.

I'm stuck.!

Melody!

Ohh.

I didn't make it. Horatio,

won't you ever learn?

I'm sorry.

Come on.

Thank you.

Why, it's amazing.

Horatio, look at this table.

A-And the sofa.

I'll light a candle.

How could they have known what it was like?

Don't work.

Glass around the wick.

Look.

What'd you do?

Well, blow it out.

B-B-Blow it out?

Go on.

You blow it out.

Uh-oh.

Why...

What an astonishing idea.

They probably got it from Ben

Franklin. He's always inventing things.

Be calm.

Be reasonable.

You see? There's

nothing to be afraid of.

I've changed my mind. Let's go

back to the well. Not yet, Horatio.

This is fun.

I'm scared.

Oh, really!

"Memoirs of

Thomas Danbury, Esquire. "

What?

Thomas Danbury's memoirs!

His grandmas?

"With a repentant heart,

I dedicate these memoirs...

"to my country

and to Melody Allen,

whose love I betrayed

for vainglorious ambition. "

Speakin' of the devil,

there he is.

It's a perfect copy.

But he belongs in the library.

And we belong back in the tree. Let's go.

Oh, don't be such

a fraidy cat, Horatio.

This is the first pleasure

I've had since 1780.

The harpsichord!

It looks exactly the same.

Don't touch it. Something's

liable to happen. Oh, nonsense.

Why don't you be like me? I'm

sensible. I'm sensible too.

And I'm brave. I should've

quit when I was even.

Why don't you pull yourself together

and practice what you preach?

What was that?

Number, please.

Spooks!

What's the matter? That thing

over there just talked to me.

You're just

imagining things.

That note always did stick.

Shh!

Somebody's comin'.

Sheldon, is that you?

Quick.

Unmanifest.

For heaven's sake,

hurry up.

Cuthbert! Melody, it's

Cuthbert, and he's still alive!

How can he be? I don't know.

They say only the good die young.

Odsbodkins!

I'm still showin'!

Melody, I don't think he

can see me. Are you sure?

Take a look.

Watch.

See ifhe can

hear you. Whistle.

Horatio, this

is wonderful.

Have I got an idea!

What's the matter

with me?

How do you like that, Master

Cuthbert? Ha-ha, ee-ee, zounds!

What well did she

come out of? Melody!

Emily. Aren't you

the playful one.

Emily. Emily!

Dr. Greenway. Did you

hear it too? Hear what?

They're here. Somebody must have

done something to offend them.

Offend who? Them. From

the well. The ghosts.

Oh, nonsense.

There's no such a thing.

You hear 'em?

They're laughing.

No, no, no, no, no.

You'd hear 'em if

you were psychic like me.

Emily, when you came in here,

did you or did you not kick me?

Why, certainly not.

Uh-oh.

Oh, you felt something, eh?

Uh, uh, I-I...

I thought so.

It's you they're after.

No. You must have annoyed

them playing that harpsichord.

Harpsichord!

Uh-oh.

Uh, Emily,

if I were you, I-I wouldn't say

anything to the folks about this.

They don't understand this psychic

business like we do, you know.

They might think you're a

little bit, uh... You understand.

Best you go up to bed.

Good night, Emily.

Good night.

Good night.

If you want me, all

you gotta do is whistle.

Harpsichord.

Ha-hoo!

Hoo-hoo-hoo!

Oh, this is the happiest day of my life.

So, Cuthbert Greenway

is now Doctor Greenway.

He'll need a dozen doctors

before I get through with him.

Horatio, come quickly.!

What now?

This picture.

That's your beloved Tom.

This is the original painting.

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