02x09 - Pup Fiction

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What's the story, Wishbone?What's

this you're dreaming of?Such a

big imagination on

such a little part.

What's the story, Wishbone?Do you

think it's worth a look?

Kind of seems familiar like a

story from above.

Shake a leg now, Wishbone Let's

wag another tail

Sniffing out adventure With

Wishbone on the drill Come on,

Wishbone

What's the story of Wishbone?

What's the story of Wishbone?

What's the story of Wishbone?

Today on Wanda's Wilderness, we study

the migrating habits of yard flamingos.

The yard flamingo doesn't need a lot of

space, and it's rarely been seen to fly.

But it will suddenly reappear somewhere

else when you least expect it. This gives

the yard flamingo A reputation as the

most feared bird in the yard.

And then there's the peg leg toucan,

which has been known to eat the entire

arm of a. Careful, Dan. That's one hungry

bird.

Good choice, Dan. Hi, Wishbone.

And the mailman is saved from Wanda's

wilderness by the bristly backyard

terrier. Hi, Mr. Bloodgood. Morning,

Sam. Wanda. Hi, Dan.

Beautiful day, isn't it?Oh, yes it

is. It's going to be a great day. Come

with me, Dan. It's dangerous in the

wilderness. I'll escort you back to

civilization.

You are the one.

I'm the one. How sweet.

Or I'm the one.

The one what?

I got a note yesterday, too, at the

Chronicle. Do you think it might be a

secret admirer?I

don't know. Maybe. Do you think so?

Well, let's see. The first note said,

soon you'll know what we think of you.

That's nice, isn't it?Or

soon you'll know what we think of you.

Oh, it can mean two entirely different

things. That's odd. Hey, there's a sale

at Oakdale Sports and Games. Aren't these

the risk weights that you wanted?Hey, you

better go. It's only one day.

You are the one.

You are the one.

Hi. As we follow Wanda out of the

wilderness, we wonder where is she going?

Why is she whistling?

Hi, Wanda. Hi, Travis. Hi, Travis. I knew

that wrist weight cell would get you in

here. They're right over there. Oh,

supplies. No expedition into

Wanda's wilderness would be complete

without a pup tent. Pup tent. There

was something in the post office. The

post office wasn't what everyone thought

it was, and the postman wasn't

what everyone thought he was.

And when the lobby door creaked open,

an eerie green fog drifted out,

followed by a blast of icy cold

air. Oh, frightening. Tell me

more. Melina's crazy about mysteries.

She reminds me of another young woman who

loves suspense stories, the heroine of

Northanger Abbey, completed by Jane

Austen in 1803.

Our story begins in the city of Bath,

England. The city was called Bath because

of its famous healing mineral waters in

ancient Roman baths. The heroine of our

story, Catherine Morland, loved Gothic

novels. Gothic means

mysterious.

Henry Tilney and his sister Eleanor had

come to Bath for the season.

The best water in the world. Already I'm

feeling well. Less dog tired.

Yes. Henry,

do you see any of our friends?Eleanor,

do we have any real friends here?

Uh, but there is John Thorpe.

Surely you can say you know him. I know

him only as someone who brags constantly.

And there is his sister, Isabella.

Yes, who flirts with every man she meets.

And Mrs. Allen and her companion,

Catherine Morland. Henry,

have you also formed an opinion of Miss

Morland?No, she seems genuine,

but so little in Bath is as it seems. Oh,

Henry. Catherine,

enthralled with your novel, I see. I've

been reading it ever since I woke. I'm at

the Black Veil. Aren't you wild to know

what's behind the veil?I know it must be

a skeleton. I'm sure it is a skeleton.

Oh, my goodness gracious. Oh, Miss

Morland has been frightening us most

dreadfully. Have you read Udolpho, Mr.

Thorpe?It is the most frightening. Never

read novels. All full of nonsense.

Locked room in noises in the night. That

one with the skeleton?Or was it the

portrait of the dead wife?There was a

portrait in the Black Tower, but I

thought you never read novels. Let's

go say hi. What is your opinion of the

mysteries of Udolpho, Mr. Tilney?

I finished it in two days, my first

standing on him the entire time. I could

not lay it down. Allow me to show you my

favourite part. As

she mused, she saw the door slowly

open, and a rustling sound in a remote

part of the room startled her. Through

the dusk, she thought she perceived

something move,

and they could hear the postman coming up

the steps. Clunk,

drag, clunk,

drag. And then the mail

slot creaked open. A Bony

hand came through.

Here you go. Oh, Wanda, something

came for you today. For me?I haven't

ordered anything. Why would

anyone send a letter to me here?

Even though it was addressed at the

store, I didn't want to open it because

it has your name on it. Also

typewritten. No signature. Travis, my

good friend. How much for the pup tent?

I'm going on safari.

Words can't describe all you've

done. That's nice.

This doesn't sound like a secret

admirer. A mysterious

letter writer?Who could it be?Mr.

Blodgkin was just here. I bet he

wrote the note to Miss Gilmore. Come on,

we have to follow him. Dan?

Dan wouldn't do something like that. Hey,

you guys have got the wrong idea.

Henry Tilney was about to receive some

information that would cause him to get

the wrong idea about his new friend,

Catherine. Mr.

Tilney. Miss Tilney.

And would this be your father?

And you are honored, Sir. May I

offer you and your family tea?I have a

special relationship with one of the more

high class establishments. Thank

you, Mr. Thorpe. But we were on our way

to see Miss Morgan. Oh, most remarkable

young woman. I'm well acquainted with

her. She stands to come into a great deal

of money, you know. Really. A

great deal of money. I was

not aware of this. Mr. Tilney, I'm not in

the habit of passing misinformation.

Really. Miss Morland has promised to go

walking with us. Oh, but she

sent me to relay her regrets. She

forgot she promised to accompany me on a

carriage ride. Tata. Did he

just say Tata?It's

not like Catherine to forget an

engagement. Not to break

one. Sister, do we know what Catherine

is really like?

Miss Morland Splendid plan for today.

We are to go in my carriage to Clifton.

Remarkable view of the ruined castle

there. Perhaps it is haunted.

No, no, no, no,

no

I have settled that matter. I just saw

them in the street and made your excuses.

This will not do. You had new business

inventing such a message. You have made a

dreadful mistake. I must make it right,

Mr. Tilney.

Forgive me. It was all a mistake. I

never promised I would go with them. I

told you it was not in Miss Morland's

nature to forget her promise to us.

Father, may I present Miss Catherine

Morland. Miss Morland, my father, General

Tilney. I'm glad you were able to

join us today, since we must return to

Northanger Abbey tomorrow.

Northanger Abbey. Our family home.

The Abbey was built over 400 years ago.

But our living quarters are quite modern.

If you can honor us with a visit, you

will make us happy beyond expression. Oh,

Father, your wishes correspond with my

own Northanger Abbey.

Catherine traveled to Northanger Abbey

with the Tilneys. And could hardly

contain her excitement. She imagined the

Abbey as a great, mysterious place. Are

we nearing Northanger Abbey?We're only

halfway there, my dear.

Besides, the countryside isn't foreboding

enough. Oh, Henry, I am sure

Northanger is a final place, just like

one reads about. Yes, but places one

reads about have sliding panels and

things hidden behind the drapery. Oh,

but not Northanger. It's far too modern.

Oh, quite right. Unless you're led to a

distant room filled with gloomy portraits

and mysterious chests and letters

written in cryptic words, which you try

to read by the dim light of your candle

as you cower in the corner.

Oh, Ron, I'm so sorry.

I was going to call you. Can you come by

the house tonight at about 7:00?I need a

little help with the project. Yeah, sure.

Seven. Ellen, there's something I want to

talk to you about. I've been getting

these letters. Oh, that reminds me. This

came for you at the library today.

Listen, got to run. I'll see you later on

tonight, OK?Busy, busy day.

Wait and see.

Wait and see what?

You guys are in shape. Whew.

See, there's no mystery about the

mailman. Now don't you kids get carried

away with this crazy idea. Don't stay out

too late. What are those kids up

to?

Hi, Wishbone. Hi, Wanda. Tell me about

your day. I'm not having a very good day.

Aw. Well, at least I know you didn't

write the notes. Who did?

Don't worry, Wanda. I'm a boring hunter.

And if I can track down a yard flamingo,

I can track down a mysterious letter

writer. You just stay here and think

happy thoughts.

Wait and see. Happier thoughts.

Wait and see.

What?Happy thoughts. See what I've done?

Have I done something?

To find out where the mysterious letters

are coming from, you have to go to the

source. Oh,

hello. I have a registered parcel to pick

up.

I can't see anyone inside. Well, maybe

there's some kind of secret password or a

monster or a clue to who's sending the

letters. Or a ghost. Oh, a postal

poltergeist. Hello. Dog

needs assistance with door. Oh, thankyou.

Excuse me. Wow. So this is where all the

mail comes from. Question is,

how do I get to it?

Well, what do you know about that?A doggy

door.

No bridge, no bridge.

Mental note, always be careful which

doors you go through.

Oh my, it's lovely.

And here the two passages cross.

This is the very oldest part of the

Abbey. The family rooms

are in that ring. And what rooms are to

be found in this wing?It is scarcely used

any longer. No one goes into that wing.

Eleanor, Miss Morland has already

seen all that could be worth her notice.

I suggest you both take a rest before

dinner.

Come along, Henry.

Father is right. There is only

mother's room in that wing. Your mother's

room. Yes,

the one in which she died. It was

also sudden. I wasn't even at home.

Neither was Henry.

There is your room. Dinner is at 7.

Bidden Wing. This is just

like a book.

Why doesn't the general want me to see it?

What happened to Mrs.

Tilney when no one was home?

Now that's strange. I don't remember

Eleanor opening this door. Who

could that be?

Catherine,

what in the world is she looking for?

What was that noise?

Clue for a

confession. Oh.

Mr. Tilney, I did not know you were

there. The question is, why

are you here?

Perhaps you were looking for something?

Well, I was. What are you

hiding, Miss Morland?

Uh, yes, I see.

What is this?An ancient

manuscript, perhaps?Oh my

frightful. Have you listened to this?It

says 6 embroidered handkerchiefs,



My mother's laundry list. There was

no mystery about my mother's death. She

contracted A fatal fever. I feel

my father has never recovered from the

loss, and he did not wish to bring sad

memories by visiting her room.

Oh, Mr. Tilney, I am so sorry.

I've allowed my imagination to carry me

completely away. I've been

very foolish. It would have been

shocking to find out your father. My dear

Miss Morland, consider the dreadful

nature of your suspicions. This is not

the setting for some Gothic novel. This

is our home.

And so I thought, go to the place where

all the mail comes from. And that brought

me here, and that led me to the doggy

door that wasn't really a doggy door, and

here I am. Hi.

Come on, Rishbone. You know, dogs aren't

allowed in the post office.

Hi, Wanda. I didn't have any luck at the

post office. Boy, this whole affair

has got the little dog about as confused

as he can be.

Young Catherine's troubles weren't over

either, as she was about to receive some

disturbing news. Eleanor, what

is it?How shall I tell you?

How shall I tell you?

My father has an engagement which takes

us away on Monday. You must return

home. Immediately.

Have I offended the general?My father's

temper is not happy. Something

has ruffled it. Some

vexation, some disappointment. But

he did not say. Oh,

Eleanor,

if I have offended him, I

am sorry.

Miss Morland. Miss Morland, Please wait.

Your father said I must leave

immediately. Please, a moment of your

time, Miss Morland. Your

imagination allows you to think the worst

of yourself, but never that others may

have made a mistake. You see, my

father received a letter from John Thorpe

accusing you of being a fortune hunter.

He said you were pretending to be Mrs.

Allen's heiress so that I would

be inclined to marry you.

But that's not true. Mrs. Allen

is but a family friend doing me a

kindness by bringing me to Bath.

Someone has misled Mr. Thorpe. I assure

you that Mister Thorpe is quite capable

of misleading himself and others. I

cannot believe John Thorpe would have

such horrible intentions.

Isabella and John were

were my friends. My dear Miss

Morland, you are truly blind to the sins

of others. I too worried that you were

just a spoiled, rich creature with a

vivid imagination. But now I know you

are innocent. With a kind and

caring heart. Thank you for the

compliment, Mr. Tilney. But

perhaps I need to learn more about the

real world and judge people as they

really are, not as I would imagine them.

Well, perhaps we can learn together.

Knock, knock. I'm sorry, Wanda.

I sniffed all over town for the letter

writer, and all I got for it were sore

paws. Ow.

Hello.

I know she said to be here at 7.

What's going on around here?Where are my

people?Ellen?Surprise!

A party for me?You shouldn't have. Happy

birthday!

Oh, I can't believe it. I mean, my

birthday's not even until next week.

Well, we know, but we wanted to surprise

you. And you're not easy to surprise.

We all pitched in, but I did the

decorations. What about all those...

Mysterious notes I've been getting. Well,

we wanted to distract you a little bit,

but not give away the surprise. You are

the one, the one who keeps us all

together. Yeah, we wanted to give

something back to you. And, well, we're

sorry if you were worried. Well, I guess

I did let my imagination kind of run away

with me. Oh,

look at that cake. We had it

specially made for you. Cake.

There's cake. There's cake. Wanda, we

just wanted to show you how much we

appreciate you. You're such a good friend

and you're my best friend. Happy

birthday. Thank

you. Wishbone. Yeah, sorry.

Happy birthday, Wanda.

Oh, excuse me. His hat set so well

and his great coat looks so becomingly

important. When Jane Austen described

Henry Tilney in her novel Northanger

Abbey, he was as fine as any hero of

England. Naturally, I added my canine

charm to the role, but costumes really

help make a story come to life.

Clothing helps to convey a sense

of time, helps to convey a

sense of who these people are and

where they are in life. Notice how

different the set looks when it's filled

with our modern crew. To make a

believable story, our costumes need to

match what people wore during the story's

time period. This morning. Splendid

plan for today. I blend right into 19th

century England, don't you think?That's

why costume designers are so important.

They design all the actors' costumes

right down to their hats and gloves. In

the 1800s, hats were worn all the time,

so in our show, hats were a big part of

the costume. Some were very fine to

indicate wealth. Some were simple to

indicate a working person, such as a

strawberry vendor, and some attire was

outlandish to mimic the personality of

the character. Mr. Tilney. Miss

Tilney. Others were just plain

stylish. As far as Wishbone's hats, we

make each and every one of them simply

because period hats don't don't

exist that that small. Who knew?My

costumes are also custom made. Every time

we tell a story, we dig up a new fashion

sense. Once the original design is

approved, we sew them up and then do the

fitting. These great works of literature

that we are recreating, they leave a lot

to the imagination of the reader. Every

single costume takes some creative

thinking. You can imagine your own

costumes when you read books. Check one

out at your local library. It's the

fashionable thing to do.