01x02 - A Tail in Twain

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What's the story, Wishbone?What's

this you're dreaming of?Such

big imagination on

such a little part.

What's the story, Wishbone?Do you

think it's worth the look?It

kind of seems familiar, like a

story from a book.

Shake a leg now, Wishbone. Let's

wag another tail

Sniffing on adventure With

Wishbone on the trail Come on,

Wishbone

What's the story, Wishbone?

What's the story, Wishbone?

What's the story, Wishbone?

What's the story you wish for?

And now the little dog runs!

Everybody run!

You kids stay away from here!

Keep running! Down

the creek, down the creek, down the

creek, up the creek, up the creek, up the

creek!

Come on, come on, come on

OK, OK, we're cool. Every day's cool.

Everybody here?Nobody got sucked into the

grave or anything like that?What do we do

now?I guess we just keep quiet and see

what happens. What do you mean?It's

just an old grave. If he's crazy enough

to dig it up, I don't want to be the one

to stop him. Well, we can't just forget

about it. I don't want someone like that

mad at me for messing up his plans,

whatever they are. We can't do anything

else tonight. I think we just sleep on

it. Oh, yeah, like I'm gonna sleep.

Joe. Mom. Ellen.

Joe, I have been looking for you

everywhere. You were supposed to be back

before dark. Where have you guys been?

We were just in the park. We'd lost

track of time. Sorry, Mom. Sam and

David, your parents are looking for you,

too. Come on, let's all go home.

Well, I'm glad you're okay. You really

gave me a scare. What about me, Ellen?Did

you worry about me?And which mom must be

hungry. I love this woman. Always

thinking.

Joe, you okay?Someday, huh

Goodnight, Joe.

So, did you find an adventure today?

Well, I found something.

Sorta. What did you...

sorta find?Oh, nothing. Just a man

digging up a grave. You know the Nonem

grave?Oh, sure. The mystery grave.

Sam, David, and I decided to check it

out. Oh, was it Spooky?

Well, actually, Mom...

There was this man digging it up, and

we spied on him and he chased us away.

What?Some crazy

guy was digging up the grave.

We could hear his shovel scraping the

coffin. Wait a minute. You're making this

up, right?You're just trying to scare me,

aren't you?I know it sounds weird, but

it's true. He caught us spying because

of Wishbone, and he chased us away.

Actually, he was terrified of me. I let

him off easy. We can go back tomorrow,

and I'll prove it to you.

Okay. Well, I'll go. And I'll get

Wanda to come, too. Do you think you can

sleep now?Sure.

Don't worry, Ellen. I'll protect him.

Okay. Good night. You know, I

love you, Jo. And don't worry. We'll go

back tomorrow in broad daylight, and

everything will be fine.

I guess Wishbone's not too worried. Who's

worried?Tom Sawyer had one worry.

Tom's dreams were haunted by the fear

that Crazy Joe would come back for

revenge. Who's there?Oh,

nobody. I need to do

something.

My paws are itchy. Wait a minute.

Why am I digging here?There's nothing

here.

I need to dig out there, on the other

side of the fence, where the real

treasure is.

Huck, we're gonna dig for treasure, you

and me. Do you know where to dig?

Well, I've read all about it. Well, what

do your books say?Well, they say treasure

is sometimes buried on islands, but

mostly it's buried under the floor in

haunted houses. Who hides it?Robbers.

Who do you think?School teachers?All

right, then. Where do we look?

In a haunted house.

I ain't scared. You hook?I

ain't scared. Well, let's go

upstairs and look around before we dig.

Hey, careful.

Not much to see. Ain't nothing

to be scared of around here.

This ain't such a safe place for this. I

reckon without a barrier. It's crazy,Joe.

I've hit something.

It's dark.

The morale g*ng must have left us here.

Well, now it's mine. I

guess you don't have to hide here no

more, Joe. I reckon you you can run

off anywhere you like.

I'll go after I've gotten my revenge.

You want me to bury it again?Wait a

minute. Where'd these

tools come from?

We can't bury it here. Somebody's been

poking around this place.

I'll take it to my den #2 spot under the

cross. All right, Joe.

Who do you think brought those tools in

here?

You think they're still around?

If

there's anyone up there, let him stay

there.

All right, let's go.

We're gonna get that treasure, Hook.

Are you going crazy?We're gonna attract

Crazy Joe and get him. But how?I'll come

get you tomorrow. Wait, no. I gotta go to

Becky Thatcher's picnic tomorrow. Sorry,

Hook. I can't pass up the opportunity for

food and romance. All right, Tom. Umm

Day after tomorrow, Huck, we'll be back

on the scene. Uh

oh. Wanda's here. Um,

whatever it is, I didn't do it. No one

has ever been able to find out the story

behind the no-name grave. The Historical

Society has collected a lot of anecdotes,

but they're all ghost stories. No

hard facts. And no one

has ever been authorized to dig it up.

Oh, no. The city thought it was best to

leave it alone. The man we saw there

definitely did not want to be seen. Well,

let's find out what's going on. OK, let's

go get David. Don't worry, g*ng. If

there's any trouble, I'll be. I'll be

right behind you.

How do we get across this?

You can swing across. You can

walk.

Woo-hoo! Yeah! One,

two, three!

Yeah!

One, two,

three!

Was it fun?Did you like it?It was great.

Ready, set, lift

off! Let go! Let go! Let go! This

is so exciting.

Who knows what we'll find?Tom Sawyer

didn't know what he'd find at Becky's

picnic.

Thanks for having me to your picnic,

Becky. Tom, I don't mind telling you

that you're the bravest boy in the whole

town. Sheep, have you been in the cave

before?No. Well,

let's go.

Don't you think we ought to be getting

back now, Tom?

Yeah, and let's go back this way.

Oh, no, I mean this way.

Oh, I know the shortcut, Becky. It's

right over here. Or

maybe not.

Well, then. Are we there yet?

Tom, are we lost?No, we just

don't know where we are exactly. Tom?

You! Tom!

Judge Thatcher, have you seen

Tom?No. And I can't

find Becky. She didn't come home with the

others from the picnic. Where do you

think they could have got to?I don't

know, but I'm organizing a search party.

Oh, thank you, Judge Thatcher.

Oh, that boy's going to k*ll me,

Flurry.

Tom, I'm too tired to move.

You rest, Becky. I'll keep looking. You

reckon they sent us a search party by now?

Oh, maybe.

Hello! Hello A lot. Hey! Over

here!

Tom, what was that?Well, nothing. Just

vocalizing. Okay, we gotta get out of

here. I've given a poke, Tom.

Becky, I've got some tight string in my

pocket. Take it. You tie one end to

me and hold on to the other end. And that

way, no matter what, I'll be able to find

my way back to you. Now,

don't be scared. Tom, be

careful.

Becky! I can get us out of here!

Oh, my gosh. Oh,

my word.

Yep, that's an empty grave, all right. I

can't believe it.

Ellen, you want to handle this?Go away.

All of you. Not until we find out what

you're doing here. I've come back for

what's mine. What are you talking about?

Things in the grave. I've come

back for them, that's all. There's a

person buried here. No, it's not like

that. The coffin wasn't

for a person. What was it for, then?It

was a place for safekeeping.

I just can't get rid of you people, can I?

I might as

well show you.

There was an immigrant family that came

to this country sometime in the 1840s.

They ended up here,

when Oakdale was barely Oakdale.

They tried to start a farm, but it

failed, and they had to move on.

But before they did, they buried their

valuables. Why would they bury their

valuables like that?I always bury my

valuables. Makes perfect sense to me. It

was an act of faith.

You leave behind what you love, and

you're bound to return to it. They

hoped to come back and try the farm

again. But why make it look like a grave?

So that no one would disturb it. Not even

by accident. And they never made it back?

No.

But I did. I'm their

great-grandson, Simon Laszlo. How

did you know about this place?From a

story that my parents and my grandparents

always told. I decided to come back and

see if there was any truth to it.

I especially hope to find this. Do

you play?I do.

Mr. Laszlo, I'm

Wanda Gilmore of the Oakdale

Historical Society, and

I hope you'll record this piece of

Oakdale history for our archives.

Yeah, now we have the real story of the

no-name grave. Um, Mr. Laszlo,

we're having a picnic in the park this

afternoon. It's kind of an annual

neighborhood event. Would you please

come and be our guest?

All right. Great.

So the treasure has been retrieved. Tom

Sawyer found some treasure, too.

Tom got himself and Becky home safe.

Crazy Joe wasn't so lucky. Good

afternoon, Ms. Polly. Judge Thatcher,

good afternoon. Tom?

I've come to tell you not to worry

anymore about Crazy Joe coming after

you. We found him dead in the cave.

Reckon he had it coming to him. HmmWon't

you come in for a minute, Judge?Well,

thank you. I believe I will.

I've got some unfinished business in that

cave.

Huck! Huck Finn! I know where

the treasure is! What?

Huck, it's in the cave! Are you

sure?I know it!

This is it, Huck. This is it. This is

where I saw him. It's

a number two spot, Huck.

Marked by a cross, remember?

Help me dig.

We're rich, Huck. We're rich!

Delicious!

listen, everyone. I have an announcement

to make. As we all know,

young Tom Sawyer and young Huckleberry

Finn are now the richest people in

town. Now,

Tom here has his Aunt Polly to guide

him on the path that he should go. But

Huck has no one.

So... Widow Douglas here has

decided to give Huck a

proper home and teach him how to be

respectable. So,

Huckleberry Finn, welcome

to your new life.

After a few weeks of living a respectable

life, Huck couldn't take it anymore.

He disappeared from town, and no one

could find him, except for Tom, who knew

where to look. Huck?

Huckleberry Finn, I know you're in there.

Now you come out and show yourself.

I won't be rich, and I won't live in them

smothery houses. I like these

barrels just fine. Blame it

all. We were just having fun, and this

foolishness had to spoil it all. Now we

can't play robbers or do anything fun.

Looky here, Huck Finn. Being rich ain't

gonna keep me from turning robber.

You mean it, Tom. You mean we ain't done

with our adventures. Never!

Just come on back to town with me, okay?

Now, when do we turn robbers?

Well, we start tonight at midnight, of

course. We'll call ourselves the Tom

Sawyer's g*ng! Why not the Huffing

g*ng?This is where the

story of Tom Sawyer leaves off. It

doesn't really end. It just stops for a

while, until the next story begins.

And now it's time for the Wishbone floor

show. I'm gonna clean up this picnic.

Hi, Sam! Look it! Down here! Cute little

dog! Look, Dad, it's Wishbone. When the

cute angle fails, you go for the gilt.

Oh, look! I'm just a little hungry dog

and you're the big human hogging all the

food. You need something too,

don't you?

Oh, yeah. Works every time.

Ah, David's family.

I'll try the casual approach. I'll

pretend I'm fascinated with the grass.

Hey, Wishbone, come here. Who?Me?

Are you talking to me?OK.

Hi, guys. I'm not really hungry or

anything. I just stopped by to say hi. So

let's give Wishbone a taste of this.

Very tasty. I think he likes

it. Emily, go easy. Don't pull on

Wishbone's tail like you did the other

day. Nice, doggy. Nice,

Emily. No sudden moves, OK?

Well, this has been lovely, but

I got to go.

Oh, thank you.

And now for a real challenge.

This is picnic technique #3, shameless

stealing.

Pineapple upside down.

That was lovely. Thank you.

Wish bar, where have you been?At the

buffet table. Ooh,

squeaky book. I can't leave this out in

the open. I just better put this

someplace safe. Come here.

If I could have everyone's attention for

a minute. Welcome to this year's

picnic. Every year, we ask

someone to talk a little bit about the

neighborhood. This year, it's my neighbor

and dear friend, Ellen Talbert.

Ellen?Wish me luck.

Thank you, Nathan. Well, you all

know me and my son, Joe, and our dog,

Wishbone. I'm sure you've all fed him at

least once today. Who told her that?

You know, on a day like this, I look

around at all of you and and I see

stories. And today we have a

new neighborhood story. The real

story of the no-name grave.

It was a family legend that brought Mr.

Laszlo to the no-name grave. And a

ghost story brought my son and his

friends there. And then my son's story

brought me there. So different

stories brought us all to the same place.

That's what stories do. They bring us to

the same place. And this

neighborhood is, well, it's our

place. It's just an ordinary

neighborhood. But it's the

home of our stories.

You know, as Mark Twain said. There is no

such thing as an uninteresting life.

Such a thing is an impossibility.

Beneath the dullest exterior, there is a

drama, a comedy, a

tragedy.

I may look like an ordinary dog with an

ordinary flea, but beneath my fur,

I've got 100 stones.