01x15 - Golden Retrieved

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On such a little pup

What's the story, Wishbone?Do you

think it's worth a look?It

kind of seems familiar Like a

story from a book

Shake a leg now, Wishbone Let's

wag another tail

Sniffing out adventure With

Wishbone on the tread Come on,

Wishbone

What's the story you wishbone?

What's the story you wishbone?

What's the story you wishbone?

What's the story you wishbone?

Joe, I don't know how to tell you this,

buddy. The bike's upside down.

Joe, hello! Yoo-hoo!

Wanna play?Hey, I got it. Tongue of

w*r! Wishbone, knock it off.

I'm busy. Can I help?Wishbone,

get away. You'll scratch it. Gotta be

something I can do to get this. Oh, I

know. Joe,

how about the squeaky?You love the

squeaky, huh, buddy?Wishbone, get

Away. Your obsession with this possession

has gone too far.

David, Samantha. Want to run?Want to play?

Want to watch paint dry?I'll do anything.

Hey, Joe, there's a pickup roller hockey

game today. Nah, I'll pass. Well,

we could do something else together if

you want. I was planning to test my new

bike on the trails at Jackson Park.

It's a trail hound. Cool, huhYeah.

Wow, that must have cost you a fortune.

Are you kidding?I spent months earning

every penny, which he counted every night

while I chewed on old bones, rationed dog

food and discount doggy dumplings. You

have been pretty busy lately. Yeah, we

haven't seen you much outside of school.

Joe reminds me of a miser in early 19th

century England who didn't have a life

beyond his work and his gold.

The story of Silas Marner was written in



really a lady named Marianne Evans.

Silas Marner was a linen weaver who lived

alone outside the English village of

Ravallo.

Silas Marner just walked by with more

linen. He's never crossed the threshold

of my end. He's a ghost with a roll of

linen on his back. Hush,

Ben. Poor man works hard. Oh, I

doubt he's poor for all he works.

I hear he has gold hidden somewhere

about his cottage. I warned myself at

Marner's heart once, so no

sign of riches.

Even if old man has hid a purse, he

hasn't as much gold as the cast, famine.

I can't believe it. You sold the

horse and gambled away Father's money.

He'd be furious.

Don't worry, brother. I'll get the money.

One way or another.

Either way, what good's money without

friends?

Silas kept to himself, working constantly

to earn more and more gold coins, which

he counted daily.

AhMy ghost. My

pretty coins.



You can rub the paint off if you're not

careful. Hi, Sam. Hi, David.

Hi, Miss Talbot. Haven't seen you guys

around lately. Hey, the bike

looks great, Joe.

Wish we could say the same for Wishbone.

You can say that again. Have you fed him?

What?Say it again, Ellen. Have you fed

him?Oh, I will after I get back.

Wishbone looks kind of sad, poor fella.

Yeah, it's me. Bet he hasn't had much fun

this week. Mm-hmmStuck in the house every

day. Yeah. I bet he'd love to go for a

walk. Yes! Someone noticed.

Can you take him, Mom?We were just about

to ride our bikes to Jackson Park. Hmm,

trail hound, huhGuess I've been replaced

as lead dog in Joe's pack. Well, Runt's

always the first to go. I can't. I have

some work to do myself. Just let him run

alongside and take the leash, just in

case. Oh, Mom. Joe,

walk him on foot or next to the bike.

Your choice. Oh, all

right. I'll run him next to the bike.

Thanks.

Yes. Now we're talking. Mom, what'sbehind

behind?

Now we're walking. Oh, I've got a cramp.

I'm sorry. Wishbone can't keep up.

Some of us aren't equipped with knobby

tires and 18 gears. That's OK. We don't

have to race every trail. Yeah, Joe. I

mean, take a little time to smell the

flowers. The trail hound's made for

taking jumps. I didn't buy a bike like

this to walk the dog.

Now stay here. We'll pick you up on our

way home. What?Should we leave him

here alone?We'll be OK.

Besides, we won't be gone long.

What the?Joe?I... David?Sam?

Anybody?

What the?

Nothing's stopping me from smelling the

flowers. HmmFritz has

been here. Snooty dachshund. They'll let

anyone in a public park these days. What

are you gonna do?

Oh, hey,

Sparky! What's shaking, pal?

Got a rabbit spotted,

huhI'll take that as a yes. Oh, hold on a

second. I'll be right with you.

Here, bunny, bunny, bunny.

Sparky, you think he could sneak a little

lower?

Ah, the old bird's gone.

That's odd. No dust there.

Another profitable day,

wretched weather. Time for a hot meal.

But first I'll count my gold.

My gold. It's gone.

My gold.

My gold. It's gone.

Which of you has taken my gold?

Here now, Mana. What's all this

about gold and accusations of

thievery?Someone's stolen all my

coins this very evening. Was

probably you, Jem Rodney. I

wondered why you lingered so round my

heart the fortnight ago. Give it back now

and I'll say no more. You're daft,

Silas Marner. I've been right here the

whole evening. Yeah, that he has.

I I apologize, Jem. I've

no right to accuse you. No, I'm

done. Shirley, you've a right to be

distraught, Mr. Marner. Tis a grave loss

you've suffered. Yes.

To us, probably a travelling peddler

or some rogue roaming the county. The

constable's ill, but he can deputize a

number of us. We'll scour the countryside

tonight before the thief can get far from

Ravallo. Don't worry, Marner. We'll find

you. Yes, come along, men.

Come on. Pulled right out of his

collar. He's in big trouble. Don't worry,

Joe. We'll find him. Yeah, he's probably

around here somewhere. Let's spurt out.

Wishbone! Here, Wishbone,

where are you?Wishbone, you better come

back now! Here, boy.

Wishbone!Come

on, party! Oh, hey, watch it when you put

on the brakes, pal. All right! I love

being on the trail! Oh, party,

don't go over there! Look out! This mode!

Better be here if you know what's good

for you.

Which phone?Which

phone?

Which phone?

Which phone?

Which phone?Where

are you, boy?

Well, this is great. I'm dirty, hungry,

dog-tired, lost, and did I

mention trapped?

Where are you, Joe?

Hey, stay on the trail. These

deltamiums weren't made for walking on.

Kids, they walk silly these days.

Oh, come on. Give me a break.

Oh, it ain't one thing, it's another.

Come on, Joe. Feels like I've been stuck

here, what, at least 50 years?

Wait, footsteps. Help is on the way.

Did you get old?What's the matter,

pooch?Can't you read?

Great. Another dog lover. You wouldn't be

related to Wanda Gilmore, would you?

Watch out, Muck.

OK, I think I can do this.

Thank you, Sir. Now, if you'll excuse me,

I'd like to go home and bite the hand

that hasn't fed me. Now then, let's see

who you belong to. HuhNo

collar.

It's getting late.

Yeah, I guess I could take you home for

the night. Clean you up, feed you.

Where are the dog catchers when you need

them?Dog catchers?Not a pleasant thought.

Actually, I know to whom I belong. Excuse

me, did you say feed me?

Lead on, oh grumpy one. Well,

Pooch, I'm Hubert Lassiter.

And you're... I'm just going to

call you Spot. Serviceable, but not very

imaginative, Hubert. How about something

deep like butch or... So, what are

we having for dinner?Aren't we an odd

couple?I don't know about odd. Unique,

perhaps?

Fate has had a hand in many strange

unions. As darkness falls,

Silas is soon to be surprised.

My gold is gone. Only this

firewood brings warmth to my life.

Here now. What's this?

What sparkles?Is it

my last go?

My goodness,

Gold has come back to me, but of

quite a different kind.

Silas took care of the little orphaned

girl. And she changed his life.

That's a good girl, Eppie.

Come in. Dolly,

Erin, how nice to see you.

It is good you're practicing your washing

skills, Silas Marner. I brought

some clothes here. Young Erin's long

outgrown. They should fit your daughter.

Why, thank you, darling. That's most

thoughtful of you. Eppy, show Erin the

horse Mr. Macy carved for you.

Eppy, is it?You've named her

proper. Written last week by Reverend

Crackenthorpe. It's short for Epsiba, my

mother's name. Tis sad her

mother died on the road like that. It's a

miracle the babe found her way into your

home. No father turned up.

She has quite a proper father now that

you've adopted a Silas Bana. I

hope so.

Bana's gold walks out the door one day. A

child walks in the same door another day.

There's a fine trade, if you ask me.

Indeed. Little Eppy couldn't have a more

loving father.

Yes, this for every upbringing.

Another purse, Godfrey.

I can never repay your generosity.

Don't worry, I.

Well, we all like

to think of Eppy as ours, too.

Sorry, I don't have any proper dog food

spot, but beggars can't be choosers.

Cold cuts are always correct,

particularly when served at room

temperature.

Least I can do is offer you a half-decent

place to sleep. Oh,

I'll bet Muriel would have spoiled you

rotten. She loved dogs.

You're doing fine. Nothing says

love like leftovers. I guess you notice

I talk to myself a lot. Doesn't everybody?

Since my wife passed away. I've kept to

myself pretty much. I

guess it's nice to have someone to talk

to besides my plants.

I'm a botanist, you know. Hmm, that

explains the jungle. Well,

tomorrow we'll try to find your owner.

But if no one claims you, you'll have a

home here.

Good night, Spot. Night,

Hubert. Nice man. Good

night, Joe.

Wishbone.

Uh-huhRight. Well.

Thank you anyway.

None of the shelters have a dog that

matches Wishbone's description. Ellen,

I'd like to lend a hand in this moment of

crisis. I will personally check every

animal shelter in this town. Oh, Wanda,

thank you. No, don't speak. It's time to

act. Good luck.

Let's post these around town. I'll cover

Jackson Park in case he's still there.

And I'll look around school. My dad's

gonna take me downtown to look for him.

Mom, could you stay in case he comes back?

Of course I can. Thanks.

Be careful. Don't worry, we'll find him.

Mm-hmm,

mm-hmmGreat job, Hubert. But could you

cross out the word small?

OK, Spot, let's post these around Jackson

Park. Maybe your owner will be looking

for you there. He's probably shining his

bike and doesn't even realize I'm

missing. But I sure want to get back to

him. Oh, let's go, little guy.

Yeah. Could you fix my ear, though?I look

kind of silly. Hubert.

What?Wait a second. That's Joe. What's

the matter, Spot?You smell a squirrel, do

you?Come on, Huber! We gotta catch him!

Hey, Spot! Spot!

Come back, Spot!

My gold?But it's been gone



Godfrey?We drained the quarry to

irrigate my fields.

We found a skeleton clutching that gold.

I'm ashamed to say it was my own brother

Dunstan who stole your gold, Silas.

That night he must have gotten lost in

the storm.

Then he slipped and fell and drowned in

the quarry.

We thought he'd run away these long 15

years.

Are you sure it was Dunstan?

This was his riding crop.

The skeleton was holding it. Hmm

Gold has lost its charm for me, but it

will help raise Epi.

I wanted to talk to you about that,

Silas. Those few

coins can't offer Epi

security for the rest of her life.

You're probably right.

I could offer her that security, Silas.

What are you talking about, Godfrey?

When I was a young man, I was

married and I

couldn't tell my family.

That woman who died.

What I mean is

Ebi is my daughter.

No, I couldn't give her a better

life. Why, I

life without Ebby. I can't

imagine. She's 18 now.

Let her choose for herself. Yes.

YesPerhaps that's best. Ebby.

Ebby, dear. Could you come in here for a

moment?Yes, Father.

Oh. Hello, Mr. Cass.

Hello, Eppy. This is a

shock, Eppy, but I've just found out

that Mr. Cass is your rightful father.

He wants you to come live with him on the

Cass estate. You could be rich.

I... I won't stand in your way.

Thank you, Mr. Cass, for your concern.

But I could never love anyone more than

the only father I've known,

Silas Marner.

I...

I understand.

You'll excuse me, please.

Whisper!

Spot!

Spot!

Whisper!

I should have learned by now. It's trap a

dog week at Jackson Park. Board please,

Hubert. How will we get him out?I know

the drill already.

Seems they never cover these repair

trenches. Now look out, boy. Here we

go. Okay. Joe! Joe! I knew

you'd miss me! I knew you'd look for me!

Eventually... Wishbone, I'm

sorry, boy. I'll never leave you alone

again like that. I take it my spot is

really your Wishbone. Uh, yes, Sir. I'm

Joe Talbot. I'm Hubert Lassiter. Joe. I

found Spot or Wishbone yesterday.

Yeah. Figured you'd come looking for him

here. Had a hunch. You want to be a

little more careful in the future, son.

He's a pretty special dog. Uh, you're

pretty special yourself, Hubert. I know

what you mean. It took losing Wishbone to

realize how important he is to me. Well,

finding him helped me get my priorities

straight, too.

I don't have money, like, for a reward.

Would you like to have dinner at my house

tonight?I'm sure my mom would like to

thank you, too. I'd like it very much,

Joe. All right! Come on, Wishbone.

What's the dinner dress for tonight?

Casual or semi-formal?

And do you, Hezeba Mana, take

Aaron Winthrop to be your lawful

wedded husband?I do.

Well, and I now pronounce you man and

wife, you may kiss the bride.

Well, go on, boy.

Okay, boy. I'm going to do some trails.

And I know you'll be safe until I get

back. And I know you'll be safe in your

new helmet. You look great.

Here we're spawned. Hubert! Come on, boy.

I'm coming. Here we go, boy. Come on.

Let's go. You and me. You and me. You and

me. You and me. Where are we going?