01x37 - Pantin' at the Opera

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What's the story, Wishbone?What's

this you're dreaming of?Such a

big imagination on

such a little buck.

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 in Wishbone?Hey,

come on. Come onHey, take it

easy, Wishbone. Take it easy. We're in

the library. Just look at all these

books, all these stories.

Hi, Mom. Oh, hi, Joe. Hi, guys. What

brings you here?Alic. Ellen, how'd you

get here?We're doing a report on the

history of rock'n'roll for music class.

What's going on?Well.

Look. Hey, that's you. Cool.

It's in the latest library monthly. We

didn't even know it was in here. What's

it about?Oh, it's about the reference

catalog I've been computerizing, and a

lot of libraries want to use it, so I'm a

star. Well, that's great,

Mom. Thanks.

Jo, you know dogs aren't allowed in the

library. Mm-hmmAnd they wonder why so few

of us read. It's supposed to rain, Mom. I

had to bring him in. All right.

Just keep him in control. Why don't you

go over to the music section?I'll be

there to help you in just a minute.

Thanks, Mom. OK. Thanks, Mrs. Talbot.

Can I have your autograph?Come on, David.

Wow, look at this. They have books on

everything here. HmmA guide to

flowers. Wow. The language

of birds. Cool. How to

photograph a mold.

Nothing over there. Any luck over here?

No. We'll have to wait till my mom helps

us find it. Yeah, she hasn't need time

for us now that she's a big star. May I

help you kids find something?You look

like you're searching for something.

Well, we're doing a report on the history

of rock'n'roll. Well, you've

come to the right place.

Here you are, 22 books.

Make sure you read a book or two about

Blues and country music. Every history

has its history, too. Thanks,

Mr. Knutson. I'm Mr. Knutson,

the reference librarian.

Well, he seemed pretty nice. Oh, yeah.

In a nice, creepy kind of way.

But that's weird. He can't be the

reference librarian. Why not?He seemed to

know exactly where the books were. Yeah,

but there's only one reference librarian

here, and that's my mom. Hmm

Well, where'd he go?I don't know. Let's

go find him.

Hello.

How could that be?He just

disappeared. Wow, the

library's haunted by a

nice old man who reads a lot. Could be

worse. It could be like The

Phantom of the Opera by Gaston Leroux,

published in 1911.

It all takes place at the Grand Opera

House in Paris in the 1870s.

The Phantom, or Ghost, was a big opera

fan.

For years, the opera management knew

about the opera ghost, and they kept him

happy by paying him a monthly salary and

always reserving box #5 for him.

But when a new manager took over the

theater, he didn't believe the old ghost

stories, so he stopped paying the money

and he sold seats in the ghost's private

box, as you can imagine.

Those people who believed in the Phantom

knew it was just a matter of time before

he took his revenge.

And that dashingly handsome young man is

none other than the Viscount Raoul de

Chanin.

My goodness. Brother, who is that?That,

dear brother, is Christine Daae, a new

singer with the company. Beware, she

speaks to no one and keeps to herself. No

problem. I hate all that chit-chat stuff

anyway.

Great Carlotta.

Hmm She doesn't sound so great to me,

brother.

Something's wrong here.

Good heavens.

Could this be the work of the Phantom?

Are you sure he said his name was Mr.

Knutson?Yes, Mom. That's what he said.

Well, that's just not possible. Why not?

Well, Mr. Ezra Knutson was the reference

librarian at the Oakdale Library over 10

years ago. He's the man who invented the

cataloging system I was telling you

about. The one you're putting on the

computer. That's the one. That's his

system updated. Maybe he stopped by to

congratulate you. Yeah, now that you're

famous and all. No, he retired years ago,

and then he moved to Florida. So he's

back for a visit. Why do you keep saying

that it couldn't be him?Yeah, give us one

good reason. Joe, Ezra Knudson is dead.

That's a good reason. His wife sent a

letter to the library a couple of weeks

ago. I even sent her a card myself.

So who was the man in the library?Well,

someone must have been playing a trick on

you. And one of Mr. Knudson's index

volumes was missing today, too. Must be

some kind of a practical joke. Mom, he

seemed pretty serious. Uh, here

it is. OK, kids, have a look at the real

Mr. Knutson.

Mom, that's him. Are you sure?

Well, that can't be.

Hello. Maybe it was his

ghost. Come on, there's got to be some

logical explanation for all of this.

Hmm, he's not alive. But today he was

very helpful. Oh, yeah, that's

reasonable. Okay, I'll be right there.

That was the library. They said something

strange happened, and they want me to

come over immediately. Let's go. Uh,

hey, Wishbone, want to come along?Okay,

sure. There's a

mystery to investigate. And I'm the dog

to do it!

If there was one mystery that the young

Viscount Raul de Chagny was excited to

investigate, it was the mystery of the

beautiful new singer Christine Daae. He

just had to see her up close, which is

what brought him to her dressing room the

very next evening.

Miss Daae?

Ah, she's practicing. That's good. No,

no, breathe.

Again.

She's even got a music teacher. That's so

nice. Excellent. You

are as talented as you are,

beautiful, my dear,

dear Christine. He's in

love with her. That's so

terrible. Hello.

Yoohoo. Sorry to interrupt. Monsieur,

what is the meaning of this?Wait.

You're alone?I could have sworn there was

someone else here. Someone else?No,

Monsieur, just me.

Do I know you?Um,

I don't think so, now that you mention

it. Uh,

that scarf. Where did you get it?I've had

it since I was a child.

Why?And did you ever

lose it when you were a little girl?

Once I lost it at the beach in the

waves. But a little boy ran into the

waves and and saved my scarf.

Yes.

It's you, Raul.

I always dreamed that we'd meet again. Me

too. You look great. Taller, but

great. I can't believe it's you.

Believe it. Come on, give us a hug.

No, we mustn't. What?Why

mustn't we?Oh, Raoul.

Dear Raoul, I must confess. My

music teacher is none other than the

opera ghost. The phantom?

Yes. Oh, I wish he were not so

jealous. But he is, Monsieur.

Very, very jealous. And that is why we

must not see each other again. What?

Please, Monsieur, it is the only way.

I do this for your safety. Please

go. But I if you truly love me,

go. This

isn't the end of us, Christie.

Marian said I'd see it right away,

whatever it is. Oh, no.

Well, what's wrong?Remember I told you

that volume one of the index was missing

this morning?Well, now volume two is

gone. That's Mr. Newton's index, right?

That's right. And I haven't even put

volumes 4-5 and six on the computer yet.

I'm glad Marian called. Mom, I

don't think that's why she called you.

What do you mean?Look,

give back what you have stolen. Abandon

the project now. Who could have done

this?Well, you know it wasn't a dog.

We're not allowed in here. Well, whoever

it is, they'll be coming back. Well, how

do you know?I mean, why didn't they steal

all those books?That would stop your

project. Well, they probably couldn't

carry them all at once, so they'll be

back. Well, whoever it is,

they must have a key to the library, or

else Marian would have seen them leaving

the front door with the book.

Unless they don't use doors.

David, stop. I'm not gonna let myself be

intimidated by. person. What are you

going to do?Well, I guess I'll

have Marian watch my desk for the rest of

the day, and then when the library

closes, I'll guard the books. All night.

I'll stay here with you. Me too. And me.

Count me in. I love slumber parties.

Who's bringing the snacks?Well, that's

really nice of you kids, but... Mom,

we're not going to leave you here all

alone. Well,

I guess I can use all the help I can get.

Night vision binoculars?Check.

Fingerprinting kit?Check. Flashlight?

Check. Wow. Look at all this

stuff. Wanda, did you bring a

can opener?I really appreciate you coming

down to look after us, Officer Carla. Uh,

yeah, anytime, ma'am. It's part of the

job. And what's this funny thing here for?

Oh, that's a portable motion detector.

Wow. We set up a couple of these babies

all around the perimeter. We'll know the

minute that someone shows up. Oh, plus,

it's set to blink. No siren.

See, that way he won't know that

we know.

That's great. I got to get me some

of these. Oh, hey, here's the magazine I

ordered them from. Home Detective

Monthly. Take it. You mean

it?Thanks. Sure, sureI got a whole stack

of them. How are you guys holding

up?Okay, Mom, we just locked the doors.

Thanks. But if it's really a ghost, it

won't matter whether the door's locked or

not. David...

Okay, in just a second, most of the

lights will turn out automatically, so be

prepared. He's here.

He found the fuse box.

I'll die up. Ebolically clever.

That's the automatic lighting system. It

happens every night. Yeah, of course. Of

course. Now, look, everybody, just stay

put. Stay down. Hey, buddy.

We're just going to have to wait this

out. Why are you whispering?I mean, come

on. This is fun. Lots of company.

Lots of books.

Don't need work for that awful feeling

that we're being.

Christine, that was beautiful. Raoul,

thank you. But it was only a rehearsal.

You're too kind.

But I told you that we're not to see each

other. You must leave. Eric might be

watching. Eric, you mean the Phantom?

Raoul, I'm afraid of him. I'm

afraid of what he might do to you if he

sees us together. Christine.

Come away with me, and we'll leave Paris

forever. You can sing somewhere else, and

we'll always be together. What do you say?

Oh, Raul, I don't know what to say.

How about yes?

Yes, I'll come with you.

Allow me to sing here one more time, and

we'll leave after tonight's performance.

But tell no one. Eric

must not learn of this. Oh, sure, the

ghost. OK, my lips are sealed.

I'll see you tonight, my love.

Just look at her. She's so perfect.

Are you sure you know what you're doing,

brother?Of course I do.

Nothing could possibly go wrong.

Did I say nothing?

She's gone!

Christine! Wait.

A trapdoor. The Phantom must have taken

her. Christine! I'm

coming!

What time is it?Ohh It's almost

midnight. You know, I'm beginning

to think our guest isn't coming, and I'd

like to get the kids home, so... What

was that?That is what we

call a noise. It's coming from

over there. Someone's coming inside.

Everybody get down. I'm down. Quiet.

I'm quiet.

This is it. Here we are, about to come

face to face with a mysterious stranger.

Christine! Christine, I'm coming!

What's that music?Sounds like

it's coming from down there.

Christine, my love.

Come, Christine, let's leave this place.

Welcome by, Count de Chenin.

It is so wonderful of you to stop by.

However, Mademoiselle, Daae and I would

prefer to be alone.

Be gone. I don't think that's what the

lady wants at all. Is it, Christine?I

warn you, I'm no closer.

Run! No closer, huhAnd just what do you

aim to do about it?Phantom!

Okay, okayThat's good. Not bad. Now,

can we try that over again?From the part

where you say, Come no closer?

Oh. Christine

is mine.

And we will be

married. And you,

my friend, you

will die. But

before you do, look

once upon the true

horror of the Phantom

of the

Opera.

All right, don't move a muscle. We got

you covered. You heard him, buddy!

Freeze! Don't move! I mean, it's not a

muscle! Sorry, Wanda. He's not moving.

What?Oh,

okay. Ezra Knudsen?

The kids were right. HmmHow come people

are always surprised when kids and dogs

are right?Your wife wrote us that you

died. I wrote that letter so you

wouldn't suspect me. Why were you

stealing your own books?Because of this.

Hold it right there.

I assure you, officer, it's just a

magazine. See?

Do you have any idea what it

feels like to see your life's work

credited to someone else?I

spent 10 years making this index.

And there's not one single mention of me

in this article, not one. So

I came here to reclaim my books.

I'm sure the judge will be happy to hear

that, pal. Let's go. No, wait.

Mr. Knutson, I didn't write that article,

and I don't know how the author could

have overlooked you. But come over to the

computer and look at my program,

please.

Okay, just have a seat. Right here?Mm-hmm

This is my computer. All right,

just type in index, and then press enter,

and you'll get to my program. Your

program.

Welcome to Newt's Index, a

computerized reference index based on the

index system of Ezra Newton.

You gave me credit. I'm one of your

biggest fans. I thought everyone had

forgotten me and my work. Thank you.

I'm sorry I created such a disturbance.

It was most inappropriate. Oh, that's all

right. I understand why you felt cheated.

Now, did you just enter the data?

Or did you take advantage of the advanced

cross-referencing that these machines are

capable of?Well, I provided for searches

by subject, region, and reference type.

How about date?Librarians. I never even

thought of that. That's such a great

idea. So am I going to arrest them?I

don't think so. Well, that's

just great. It's amazing how much better

you can make someone feel just by showing

them that you understand.

Not a very pretty sight, am I?

Well, no. And all I ever

asked for was my usual private box,

a little money so I could continue to

write my operas. And would anyone grant

me that?No, no

And now you must all look upon me

and fear me.

And you will fear me.

And obey me, my bride.

Now, what do you have to say to that?Oh,

you poor man. Poor,

poor Eric. It

must be terrible for you.

I'm so sorry.

I have never felt a kiss before.

Not even my own mother.

I was born this way.

No one has ever shown me such concern.

You're a good man, Eric, and a

wonderful music teacher. And how do I

repay such kindness?Oh, please forgive

me. I do. Of course

I do. Oh, time for a group hug,

everybody. Of course, it might be a

little easier if I weren't in this cage.

Then be gone and be happy

together.

Just promise that you'll come and visit

your poor Eric once again.

We will. Of course we will.

Goodbye, Eric. Goodbye.

That was wonderful. Oh, thank you.

Thank you, Ellen. And thank you, Joe.

You've been wonderful hosts. It was our

pleasure. But I must be returning to my

wife before she accidentally gets

word of my death. Well, I'm so glad I had

the chance to meet you. And I'm glad

you're not a ghost. Thanks.

Well, Mom, for a ghost, Mr.

Knutson's a pretty nice guy. Yeah, I'm

glad we have that mystery solved. What

happened to the rest of the roast?

Wishbone. Uh, don't look at me.

This dining room must be haunted.

HmmEllen, how about a mint?