Beethoven's Treasure Tail (2014) Movie Script
1
Are you sure it's
safe, Mr. Duncan?
Safe?
Your Excellency, having your
Viennese MacGuffin on display
at our humble casino is an
honor we take very seriously.
There are locks on
each of the windows,
guards on all of the doors.
And should someone
get past those,
we have this.
E, zero, one, one.
Voil!
So you see, Your Excellency,
your priceless bird is
as secure in this room
as if it were in
your own castle.
Shall we?
And this is our jewel.
The Crown Room.
With our compliments.
Ah, thank you.
Now, Excellency, as you know,
the unveiling is at midnight.
In the meanwhile,
it would be our great privilege
to offer you the
hospitality of the tables.
Bonne chance.
Oh, no.
Security. Security.
We have an intruder. l
repeat, we have an intruder.
No!
Security,
l've got a visual
on the intruder.
He's big, four legged. Furry.
And he's got the MacGuffin.
Where'd he go? That way!
Over there!
Hmm?
That's my MacGuffin!
Ow!
He's heading for the window!
Come on, boy. And Jump.
And jump, Beethoven.
Come on. Jump.
Come on, buddy. Jump! Jump!
Come on, you can do this jump.
You've done this jump in every
movie we've made together. Yeah.
Just Come to Mr. Bear.
You love Mr. Bear.
Yo, Justin!
I'm acting here!
Cut.
- Eddie, what's wrong?
- Nothing.
Nothing is wrong.
Everything is fine.
He just, he needs another
chance at it, that's all.
Another chance?
We've done 44 takes
and this stupid dog
still can't get it right.
Justin, don't worry, now
Eddie's a very good trainer.
Are you kidding?
L don't think this guy
could train a monkey
to throw poop.
You're the producer, Charlene.
You've got a problem.
So fix it.
That's lunch!
All right,
that's lunch, people. One hour.
Listen, one, two, three.
One, two, three. And jump.
We've made six
movies together.
He's never done
anything like this before.
He's even ignoring Mr. Bear.
My son gave him Mr. Bear.
He loves Mr. Bear.
It's not Mr. Bear.
What...
What is it?
Nothing.
It's nothing?
Well, physically nothing
anyway. But mentally,
l think Beethoven is depressed.
He's depressed?
Yeah. He seems to have
lost his
zest for life.
His spark.
His joie de vivre.
For want of a better
word, his "Mojo."
His "Mojo?" Yeah.
The thing that
makes him Beethoven.
Well, you're a doctor. Can't you
just give him a pill or something?
A pill is not going
to help this dog.
Maybe a change
would do him some good.
Maybe if he did something
different for a while.
No.
No. He loves making movies.
Don't you, boy?
Hey, do you love making movies?
Or is it you?
I'll send you my bill.
Goodbye, Beethoven.
But. Hey.
Wait, you've... Gotta see a
Chihuahua on stage five.
Eddie, a word?
Sure, Charlene.
It's about Beethoven.
Oh, yeah, good news.
The doctor says there's
absolutely nothing
physically wrong
with Beethoven,
so we can get
right back to work.
Well, um, the thing is,
we won't need him, or you.
l'm sorry.
L don't quite understand.
I talked to the studio.
And we're shutting
down production
on Spy Dog Three until we
can find a replacement.
A replacement? You are
gonna replace Beethoven?
Honey, it's nothing personal.
Please. lt's just business.
l could fix it.
L could re-train him.
I could get him to do
whatever you want him to do.
Eddie, there just isn't time.
Look the studio...
We... l mean,
the studio and l...
We just think it's better for
the picture if we just move on
and find ourselves another Spy Dog.
l'm so sorry.
I see. So that's it?
You're firing us.
You're sticking us on a
plane and sending us home?
Oh, about that.
You are going to send
us home, aren't you?
We're no longer obligated
to provide you with travel.
Charlene, do you know
how much it costs
to fly all the way back to California?
l can't afford it.
Eddie, don't worry.
L've arranged for a car.
Yeah, yeah, that's right.
Beethoven. The famous dog.
Yeah, he will be available
for any new movie
you've got coming around.
Fired?
No, he wasn't fired.
It was what we in the business like
to call creative differences, so...
Hello?
Hello?
They hung up.
Good day to you.
L represent Beethoven.
You might have heard of him. The
world-famous movie star dog.
Yeah. Dog.
Yeah, so if you're
interested in having
Beethoven appear on
your television show,
Il'l be more than happy to
discuss his fees with you.
Fired? No. No!
Why does everyone
think that he was fired?
It was just a matter of...
We didn't think the producers
were allowing him to show off
to the best of his ability.
Hello?
Yes, l'm sure
Beethoven would be happy
to make a live appearance at the
opening of your new grocery store.
What does he charge? Oh.
Well, l'm sure we'll be open to negotiation...
Beethoven!
God!
Ah. Aah!
I'll have to... l'll call you back!
Oh!
I'm sorry!
Stop! Stop! The brakes!
Oh.
Great.
You okay, buddy?
All right.
Let's see what we did?
Oh.
O'Malley's Cove.
That must be O'Malley's
Cove down there.
What do you say we
find a gas station
and have them check it out
before we hit the road again.
All right. Let's get going.
Come on. Chop, chop, chop.
Hey, listen, buddy,
l'm driving. Out of here.
Okay.
Seatbelts on.
Oh, no.
Oh, you have got
to be kidding me.
Come on!
Perfect.
Oh.
Doesn't look like there's much
treasure left in O'Malley's Cove.
I just hope the gas
station's still open.
Can you at least take your
paw off the brake? Please?
Thank you,
that's so much better.
All right, steer a little
to the right.
Legend says that after Captain
O'Malley buried his treasure,
he didn't want to share it
with his fellow pirates,
so he made up one true map
and 1 1 fake ones with
the wrong directions.
That way,
if anyone stole his map,
no one would be able to tell
which was the right one or not.
To this day, nobody knows which
one of these maps is real.
If any.
The location of
Captain O'Malley's treasure
has remained a secret
for over 200 years.
200 years. 200 years.
Exactly how long it's been since we've
had a customer in here, huh, Louis?
What do you think?
Maybe we'll just
close up shop for the day?
Oh, no, not again.
Find the treasure.
Find the treasure.
Sam.
Not the cliffs again!
Uh-huh.
Fella, you've got a problem.
Yeah, l know that,
can you fix it?
Nope.
Why am l not surprised?
Let me ask you this, is there
another mechanic in this town.
Someone who, uh... Oh!
Someone who knows
how to fix a car?
l know how to
fix a car, mister.
I just don't have
the parts is all.
I gotta order
them from the city.
How long will that take?
Tomorrow.
Tomorrow? Or the next day.
You know, it's hard to tell.
Just, take the car.
Do you know, is there a
car rental place around?
Nope.
Hey, Floyd Thursby
down at the pier
can rent you a rowboat
by the hour, huh? Mmm-hmm?
Oh! You know,
there's no cell service.
Do you even have cell
phones in this town?
There's no call for 'em.
Hey, if you wanna get a hold
of somebody, you just yell.
Look, um, Davey.
Uh, name's Phil. Phil?
Your sign outside says,
"Davey Jones' garage."
Yeah,
that's just pirate talk.
You know. For the tourists.
Arr.
He liked it.
Okay, look.
What do you suggest l do?
Well, Mrs. O'Malley's
place over on Potter?
You could stay
there for the night.
Oh, no, no, no, no.
You don't seem to understand.
This is Beethoven.
The famous dog.
I gotta get him
back to Hollywood.
You just don't understand,
do you?
It really doesn't matter.
I don't care what it
takes, because l am not
gonna waste one
more minute in this...
Oh!
Oh!
Don't... Bad dog!
Hey.
You gonna bring that back?
Beethoven,
what are you doing?
Oh.
Please, stop running!
Excuse me!
Whoa! Whoa, doggie!
Heel!
Cheers!
Oh!
Dog!
Excuse me.
Mayday!
Oh. Oh!
Ah.
Ooh!
Whoa! Good catch, man.
Sorry.
Hey, come back here, boy.
Excuse me!
Stop!
Where are you going?
Help!
Help!
Help, please!
Help! Anybody!
Help!
Come here, boy!
Beethoven!
Come here, buddy!
Help!
Somebody help.
Oh, come on.
What the...
Go get help. Quick.
Get somebody, anybody.
I don't think l
can hold on much...
Aah!
Pull.
Yeah, come on, pull.
Yeah, good job.
That's it, boy. Pull.
Come on.
Come on. Almost there.
Hey.
You okay?
Wow. You really
could've hurt yourself.
What were you doing
down there anyway, kid?
Looking
for buried treasure.
- For buried treasure, really?
- Samuel Edward Parker.
How many times have l told you
to stay away from these cliffs.
I'm okay, Mom.
Don't you understand how dangerous it is?
You could've gotten killed.
Mister, um...
Thank you.
Eddie Thornton.
But it wasn't me,
it was really Beethoven
who did all the work.
Beethoven?
The real Beethoven?
From the movies?
Yeah, the real Beethoven from the movies.
This is him.
Aren't you, boy?
Well,
wherever he's from...
l'm glad he was here.
Thank you.
Yeah, thanks, Beethoven.
And this
is going back to the
museum where it belongs.
I told you, you cannot
play with this.
I wasn't playing with it, Mom.
This time l measured
the exact distance
from the shoreline to
where the treasure is.
You know what? l don't wanna
hear about it anymore.
Because you are
grounded for one month.
But, Mom!
Oh!
Oh, Mr. Bruchschnauser.
Who?
Fritz Bruchschnauser.
Who's that?
He's the guy who
wants to buy our town.
Oh!
You call that a landing?
I'm sorry,
Mr. Bruchschnauser, sir.
You should be.
Coat. Gesundheit.
Coat! Oh!
Yeah. Stay here!
Yes, sir. Oh!
He's a meanie.
Guten Tag. My friends.
Why are we all here?
l'm very sorry,
Mr. Bruchschnauser.
Sam, l want you to apologize to
Mr. Bruchschnauser right now
for coming in here.
No. No, no.
No need for apologies.
No doubt the boy did not even see
the fence or the big sign.
Big letters, "Keep out!" Ja?
You know how kids are.
No. l don't.
You really own all this
land, Mr. Boogersugar?
That is not the name.
Bruchschnauser. Bruchschnauser.
Well, yes,
l own all of this land.
It's part of my
big plan to bring
O'Malley's Cove into
the 21 st century. Yeah.
Whether we like it or not.
Sam.
You have a spirited
boy here, don't you?
Ja.
Maybe you should go, mmm? Ja.
No doubt, you have some baseball
to play or some froggies to catch.
I don't play baseball.
Well, maybe you should learn.
We are gonna go.
And, thank you so much.
You have a nice day,
Mr. Bruchschnauser.
Bye, Beethoven.
All right, buddy.
Let's get going.
Hey, Beethoven, come on.
Hey, hey.
What's wrong, Beethoven?
Come on, pal. Come on.
Hey, hey, up, up.
This is interesting.
You have given the name
of Germany's greatest
composer to your dog?
Oh! Yeah, l guess so.
No offense. Oh!
None taken.
But if l find him on my
private property again,
l will call the authorities.
And they will have him
tossed into the dog pound
and throw away the key.
Auf Wiedersehen.
Everything go all right, sir?
False alarm.
Just a boy and a dog. Big dog.
You don't think they know
anything do you, sir?
It doesn't matter if they do.
By the time these
water-logged peasants
discover what it
is we're doing,
it will be too late.
Why are you...
Why are you laughing?
L don't know, sir.
Then stop and fly.
Come on, buddy.
Let's get out of here.
What a friendly
guy that was, huh?
Hello?
Hello? Phil?
Davey?
Anybody?
Taxi?
Still no cell service.
I guess we're stuck
here for the night.
I hope this lady
has room for us.
I do not care that
he's part of your act,
you knew the rules
when you checked in.
It's right there on that sign.
No pets allowed.
And as our agreement
clearly states,
we will be
keeping your deposit.
Have a lovely trip or
whatever it is you do.
Goodbye!
No pets allowed.
That's discrimination.
Come on, Steve.
So just stay here
for one sec, okay?
Be real quiet.
Stay right here. Stay.
Stay. Shh. Shh.
Mrs. O'Malley?
I heard you might
have a room tonight?
Breakfast is served
from 7:00 a.m. to 8:00 a.m.,
no exceptions.
If you're at
the table at 8:01 a.m.,
you're out of luck.
Well, l'll try
and be on time then.
Ow! Are you being smart
with me, young man?
No, no, not smart at all.
Your last name is O'Malley.
Any relation to the town?
It most certainly is.
My great, great,
great grandfather
sailed here from
England in 1 71 7.
And landed not one half mile
from where we are standing.
Wow. He was a pirate. Mmm-hmm.
We do not use
the P-word in this house.
No, no, no, no, no.
Captain Patrick O'Malley
was an adventurer.
An explorer. A gentleman.
Known far and wide by all.
Not only as
a well-read scholar,
but as a man of rare
elegance and taste.
Who took to the seas in order to
spread kindness and prosperity.
And with a handful of his
fellow high-minded travelers,
all of them equally intelligent
and well-educated.
He set sail to the New World,
on a great quest,
to bring wisdom and knowledge for all.
Life was grand
for Captain O'Malley
and his faithful
and loyal crew.
And what little
challenges they did face,
forged a strong
bond between the men.
And a great friendship
was born amongst the crew.
They promised one another to stick
together through thick and thin,
allowing nothing to come between
them until they reached their goal.
It's rum!
It was the bravery and
courage of Captain O'Malley
that served as a true
inspiration to his men.
Aye, ya scurvy dogs!
If l can't have the treasure,
then nobody can!
And despite their many
seemingly insurmountable obstacles,
his crew were behind him, all the way
across the ocean.
When Captain O'Malley
touched the sand,
he knew his journey
had ended at last.
And in honor of
their beloved captain
they named this
place O'Malley's Cove.
Hmm.
If he wasn't a P-word,
why is there a skull and
crossbones flag on his ship?
The artist had
a vivid imagination.
This way, please.
And this will be
your room, Mr. Thornton.
And just like
the rest of the house,
it has been appointed
with priceless heirlooms.
Uh, the rug. Ah!
Why, the quilt on the bed.
Lovely.
And even my wrap.
Hand-knitted by my
great great grandmother
in the traditional
O'Malley family weave,
handed down from generation to generation.
And this is why l
ask all of my guests
to treat my home as if
it were their very own.
And of course, no pets allowed.
Aah!
- What was that?
- Oh, nothing.
I thought l heard something
come from downstairs.
It's probably just the wind.
It's a terribly silly day.
Gah!
Now what on earth is that?
Oh!
Termites.
Come on, buddy, you can do it. Let's
get your back paws up. And up...
And up!
Mr. Thornton,
may l come in?
Just a minute.
You were right,
it must have been the wind.
Well, how do you like that?
Well, then,
if the room is satisfactory.
Oh, l'll take it.
No luggage?
Oh, it's being sent. Later.
All right then.
Just remember that
breakfast is at...
7:00 a.m. sharp.
Yes. And... No pets allowed.
Yeah.
Oh, okay. Good boy.
That was a good boy.
You did good.
It's hard to believe
you were ever this little. Hmm.
Hi, this is Billy.
Billy, hey.
Please, leave a message and
I will call you right back.
Voicemail.
Have a great day.
Billy, hey, it's Dad.
We got a little problem here.
Beethoven and l...
We're working on the new
movie, and we miss you.
So l just wanted to check in.
I hope, you're doing
good at college. And...
And l love you.
Okay. We'll talk soon.
It was a little white lie.
I couldn't tell
him we got fired.
Well, l'm beat.
What do you say
we call it a night?
I will make you a nice bed
right here on the floor...
Oh, no, you don't.
Do you know,
if Mrs. O'What's-her-face
sees one of your
hairs on this bed
we're both sleeping
on the sidewalk? Get off.
Get off. Off the bed.
Off the bed.
Come on.
Off the bed.
Get off the bed.
Get off the bed.
Please, get off the bed.
Oh, come on.
Quit hoggin' the bed.
Ow! Ow, ow!
Okay, just stay right there.
I'm gonna go downstairs
and get you some breakfast.
And then l'll figure out a
way to get you out of here.
But, stay.
Stay. Stay.
Ah.
Oh, yes.
Hi. Hi.
Wow, they say that breakfast is the
most important meal of the day,
but don't you think you're
going a little overboard?
My car broke down.
And this is the only hotel
and that mean old lady doesn't allow pets.
You won't...
You won't say anything
about you know who?
Oh, no, your secret
is safe with me.
Thanks.
What is her problem anyway?
Is she always
such a mean old lady?
We do not allow food in
our rooms, Mr. Thornton.
I'm sure you will be very
comfortable at the table.
Oh. Hmm.
Now, Anne, please do not forget
about the reception
that we are hosting
for Mr. Bruchschnauser today.
How could l forget?
His name is on
every billboard in The Cove.
Well, l think the Bruchschnauser
re-development plan
is very important for our town.
We should be grateful
for the opportunity
he's giving us to invest in it.
Now where is my grandson?
He'll be down in a minute, Mom.
Well, l can see we're
going to need more bacon.
And sausage.
Sam!
Yeah?
Breakfast!
In a minute, Grandma!
Now!
Okay, okay.
I guess l could
try over there again.
l
said in a minute, Grandma.
Can't a guy get any
privacy around here?
Beethoven?
Wait. Beethoven, wait!
Listen, l'm really sorry
about what l said before.
I had no idea she was your mother.
Oh.
That's okay.
She drives me
crazy sometimes too.
After my husband...
lt was just Sam and me.
And my job at the museum
just didn't pay well,
so here we are.
Wait a minute.
This town has a museum?
Don't act so surprised.
O'Malley's Cove used
to be quite the place,
with shops and restaurants
and lots of people.
Then the fishing dried up
and so did everything else.
And if things
don't change soon,
our town's gonna go bankrupt.
And l don't know
what we're gonna do.
What about that
Mr. Boogersschnitzel?
Mr. Bruchschnauser.
Yeah, maybe.
But then it's just gonna
be his town, isn't it?
Hey, l think there's
somebody's upstairs
that wants his breakfast.
Oh, thank you.
I'll see you later?
Yeah.
Sorry, boy,
that's all l've got.
You wanna see my treasure map?
Hmm.
I've searched all across
this side of the cliffs,
and over here and down there.
I still haven't
found anything yet.
But l'm going to,
one of these days.
My dad said all l had
to do was keep looking.
See, he even gave me his old
backpack from when he as a kid.
He said it was all l needed
to hunt for treasure.
l just wish he was
still here to help.
Oh, no.
Beethoven! Where are you?
Beethoven!
Oh, no.
Oh.
Oh, no.
Sam, l am so sorry.
Oh! We gotta get him
dried up and out of here.
Sam, come on, you're going
to be late for...
Oh, what's he doing in here?
Come on, buddy.
What's he doing in here?
l'll get him.
I'll get him.
Where's he going?
Oh, Beethoven.
Sam, where are you
going dressed like that?
Just getting some morning
exercise, Grandma.
Anne.
Anne, you need to
speak to your son.
There you are.
That boy is going to catch
his death running around.
Well, now, why are you wet?
That's a good question.
L'll tell you later.
Don't forget
Mr. Bruchschnauser.
He is single, you know?
Oh!
Okay, l don't think she
saw anything, but...
Mom, do you still
have that map?
Sam, l told you...
But, Mom, listen, Beethoven's
gonna help me find the treasure.
Aren't you, boy?
Excuse me?
Yeah, Mr. Thornton said so.
He did?
No, no.
No, l didn't exactly...
Yeah, you did.
You said if l really wanted
to find the treasure,
l should get a dog,
'cause that's what dogs do.
Sniff for stuff and dig it up, right?
Right.
Right. But l didn't
mean my dog.
Come on.
Oh, well. Here's a dog.
So let's go.
Sam, l think you should
go get dressed for school.
But, Mom. Samuel.
Just go get dressed.
Thanks a lot.
Am l missing something here?
So he wants to hunt
for pirate treasure,
what's the harm in that?
I wish you would just mind your
own business, Mr. Thornton.
Get down. Get down.
Oh.
It's not the worst
thing in the world.
What?
If you ask me,
l think he's a terrific kid.
He's got a great imagination.
Well, l didn't ask you.
If you had kids
you'd understand.
Well, l do have a kid.
His name is Billy.
He's in college now,
but he was Sam's age
when we got Beethoven.
It's just that,
Mike, my husband.
He has filled Sam's head
with all these crazy ideas about
buried treasure and pirates,
and of course
none of it is real.
Seems pretty real to Sam.
That's the problem.
If that's how he
remembers his dad,
does it even matter
whether it's real or not?
This isn't Hollywood,
Mr. Thornton.
Around here we have to accept
things for what they really are.
Not what we wish they could be.
Sometimes wishes come true.
Not in O'Malley's Cove.
You fools!
Where is it?
I'm sorry, Mr. Bruchschnauser.
Don't worry, we'll find it.
l must have it!
Lt's around here somewhere,
l know it is.
lt isn't! Aha!
l cannot
continue without it!
Aha! l found it, sir.
You found it?
Uh-huh. lt's right here.
Good.
Because if
you had lost it,
l would have taken you out
to the middle of the ocean
and fed you to the fishes.
Well, lucky for me then.
- Put it on.
- Here we go.
The ensemble...
is finished. Oh.
Well?
How do l look?
Let me adjust your bird, sir.
Don't touch the bird!
Lt's perfect!
When l have given
my speech today
to these
simple-minded fishbillies,
they will be begging
me to take their money.
The bird... Oh, yeah,
it's in your mouth.
Fix it! You don't want that.
Good. There we go.
Don't touch me.
Leave! l want to be alone.
Go!
All of this will soon be mine!
"Does anybody know how
to fix a car in this town?"
l'll show you, Mr. Hollywood.
L know how to fix a car.
How hard can it be?
Chapter One.
Okay.
You just take this wire here,
and this wire here. And
you put them right there.
Chapter Two.
Let's try one, okay? And...
Jump!
And jump!
Come on,
it's just one little jump.
All right, how about
fetch, huh? You're a dog.
All dogs love to fetch.
Ready, and fetch!
l don't know
what to do with you.
I don't know how to
get your mojo back.
You won't jump.
You won't fetch.
Just forget it.
Let's just go back to the garage, get
the car, and get out of town and...
Hey, hey!
Come on, Beethoven.
Fetch! Come on!
Hi. Hi.
Uh, we were just on
our way to the museum
and Sam was afraid he wasn't gonna
get a chance to say goodbye.
Go get it! Good boy.
Sam, don't get
your clothes dirty!
Come on. Go. Go get it.
Come on.
You know what? You can forget about that.
The dog just doesn't...
Okay, go fetch. Go get it.
Good boy, Beethoven.
Good boy. Fetch.
Looks like he's doing a
pretty good job of it now.
l didn't get a
chance to say thank you
for keeping our little secret.
I don't wanna get on the
bad side of Mrs. O'Malley.
Oh. Her bark's worse than her bite.
So's mine, sometimes.
I'm sorry. l'm sorry.
He's your son, l should
mind my own business.
It's just, l get so worried, you
know, with all this pirate stuff.
It's like he doesn't
have any friends.
Until your dog
came along, of course.
Yeah. Beethoven has
that effect on people.
He makes everyone happy.
Stop! What are you doing?
You ruined it.
You've ruined my double Dutch.
And now your stupid dog is
slobbering all over everything.
I'm sorry, Beethoven
and l were just playing.
I was almost at
my personal best
until you came and wrecked it.
You could always start over.
No. l Can't.
Why are you here anyway, Sam?
Shouldn't you be off looking
for pirate's treasure?
Isn't that what you always do?
You freak.
Oh, and by the way,
l'm having a birthday
party tomorrow.
And you're not invited.
Yeah.
Thanks.
Callie, come on.
What was that all about?
Nothing.
Let's just go, Beethoven.
Aah!
Well, good luck with
your car, Mr. Thornton.
Thank you.
And, you could call me Eddie.
Oh.
Eddie.
Why do you have
to go, Mr. Thornton?
- Don't you like O'Malley's Cove?
- Oh.
Yeah.
O'Malley's Cove, it's
a great place to visit...
Honey, Mr. Thornton
is a very busy man,
and he has to get
back to Hollywood
and make another movie
with Beethoven, right?
That's right.
I'm gonna miss you, Beethoven.
if you want, we could come
back and visit sometime.
Oh, yeah. l bet you can't wait to come
back to O'Malley's Cove.
Say goodbye to
Mr. Thornton, honey.
Bye, Mr. Thornton.
See you, Sam. Hey,
call me Eddie.
Hello? Hello, anyone here?
Hey. Buddy, buddy.
We're going home. Okay?
Listen, l want you to
wait right here, okay?
Stay.
Nein, nein, nein!
This is unacceptable.
Simon!
Yes, sir.
I thought l told
you to fix this.
How can l look like a pirate
if the bird keeps
falling off my shoulder?
Yeah? And what is it with this?
Sorry.
What is wrong
with this hat?
You have it on backwards, sir.
Yes. Backwards?
It's a simple question,
is my car ready or not?
Not exactly.
What does that mean,
"Not exactly"?
I kinda ran into a little snag.
Ah.
Yeah.
What...
You know, l'm not sure about
that eye patch either.
I'll just fix that for you. Let me put...
You're wrong.
Stop! That's enough.
Sorry, sir.
I don't care what
you are trying to do.
We're late!
Hurry up!
l need to get a new job.
Well, Beethoven, it looks
like we're spending
one more night here
in O'Malley's...
What? Hey!
Hey, come back with my dog!
Stop!
Come back!
Hey! Come back!
Hey!
That's my dog!
Stop them! Dog thief!
Hey, kid.
I'll give you
20 bucks if you let me
borrow your bike
for five minutes? Oh!
l'll bring it right back.
I promise.
Hey! Stop!
Come back!
Sorry! My bad! Sorry!
- Watch out! Oh, no!
- Oh! Oh.
Hey, watch it!
Sorry!
They've got my dog!
Lookout, buddy!
Coming through.
Ahhh!
Stop!
Stop!
Whoa-oh! Ahhh!
Ow! Ow! Ow!
Ahhh!
No! Get out of the way!
Get out of the way!
Get out of the way!
Holy mackerel.
When l first observed...
No. Ah!
When l first laid eyes
on O'Malley's Cove.
Simon, really?
Sir, that wasn't me.
That was... Well, if that
wasn't you, then who...
Oh!
Ooh! Ahhh!
Oh!
Oh!
The window!
The window.
Baby lock! Baby lock! Baby lock!
l'll get it.
I can't see, sir.
l can't... lt burns.
Oh!
Uh-uh-uh-uh.
Those are for guests.
Here. Take this and circulate.
Hello. Hello.
Anne, people are arriving.
Yeah, l'll be right there.
Is there something wrong?
You've been very distracted
ever since you got here.
No. l'm fine.
Well, it's not
Mr. Thornton, is it?
I saw you looking at him
at breakfast this morning.
Of course not.
That's ridiculous.
Well, whatever it is,
there's no time today,
because Mr. Bruchschnauser
is due here any minute.
So, chop, chop. Just go.
I wasn't looking at him.
I just glanced at him
for a second.
It doesn't mean
anything at all.
Excuse me,
do you have any idea
where the museum is?
Oh. Thank you.
Oh.
For you.
Don't worry. lt's fresh.
Ugh!
What? New rule.
No more spicy food
before road trips.
But l told you, Mr. Bruchschnauser,
that wasn't me!
The presentation
is beginning. Hurry up!
Yes, sir. Right away, sir.
Oh.
Mr. Bruchschnauser,
how lovely to see you again.
Mrs. O'Malley, the
pleasure is all mine.
Oh!
Oh!
Uh, Sam,
offer Mr. Bruchschnauser
and his friend
an hors d'oeuvre.
Some what? Uh, the tray, dear.
The tray.
Help yourself. Oh, my goodness.
I'm so sorry!
Children! Yes, l know.
You can go.
Well, please come in.
Oh, no, please. After you.
Beauty before pirates.
Oh!
Oh, my goodness!
Are you all right?
Oh.
Welcome, welcome, everyone.
I'm so happy
to have you all here
for this
wonderful presentation.
Got you.
When l first laid eyes
on O'Malley's Cove,
its majestic vistas
and its magnificent
natural beauty,
l said to myself, "Fritz,
"what can you do
"to make this place
even more beautiful?"
A shopping center.
The new Bruchschnauser Bay
will be a total
shopping experience!
Stores, services, beautiful.
And activities for
the little kiddies too.
And wait until you see
what we have planned
for that old broken down
lighthouse of yours.
Ah!
A food court.
l can smell it already!
So, all you have to do
is simply sign at the bottom!
That's it!
And the future
of O'Malley's Cove
can begin.
Right now.
Uh...
Hold on a minute.
This contract says you're
going to own everything?
Young man, it is not polite
to interrupt grownups.
It is, when the grownup
is trying to cheat people.
What?
If you sign this, you're
giving away the land,
the beach,
the water.
Everything that's good
about O'Malley's Cove.
Everything that
makes it a home.
Our home.
Wait, wait,
wait.
But look what you are getting.
We don't need that.
When l find Captain
O'Malley's treasure...
Oh, dear Lord.
Anne, do something.
Excuse me!
What do you want?
Where is my dog?
What dog?
My dog that you kidnapped
at the gas station.
What? l have no idea
what you're talking about?
- Oh, really?
- Mrs. O'Malley!
What is the meaning
of this intrusion?
Mr. Thornton,
are you telling me
that you have a dog?
Yes, l have a dog. l'm sorry.
He's a Saint Bernard.
He's hairy, he slobbers
all over the place
and the last time l saw him,
he was in the back
of Mr. Boinkenfarfel's SUV.
Yeah, maybe you've
seen him in the movies.
His name is... Beethoven!
Beethoven!
Yes. Now l remember you.
Louis!
Come back, Louis!
Oh.
l'll get him.
Louis!
Oops.
I'll get the car,
Mr. Bruchschnauser, sir.
Get them to sign the papers!
I'll get the... Whoa!
Simon, what is going on here?
Phew!
Wait, wait, wait.
Remain calm!
Simon, where are you?
Beethoven!
Stop! Beethoven!
Mr. Bruchschnauser!
Mr. Bruchschnauser,
where are you, sir?
You're not Mr. Bruchschnauser!
Beethoven!
Beethoven, come here!
Simon, l need you!
Oh! Louis! Oh, no! Louis!
Come here. Louis. Oh!
Oh, l'm sorry.
if l could just...
Beethoven!
Papers. l need the papers.
Papers, please.
Did you sign? Thank you.
Mr. Bruchschnauser, sir?
Mr. Bruchschnauser, sir?
- Don't touch me!
- No, no, no!
Mr. Bruchschnauser?
Ahhh!
Ow! Ow! Ow!
Mr. Bruchschnauser, where are you?
Ow! Ow! Ow!
Mr. Bruchschnauser!
What's happening?
Mr. Bruchschnauser, sir?
Help me. Simon, pull it...
Sorry. Sorry.
Sorry, sir.
l'm pulling! Sir!
No, no, no. Stop!
I'll get the car, sir.
I'll get the car.
Where's the exit?
Here, boy.
Come here. Come here.
Beethoven!
Where are you?
Bad dog.
Bad dog.
Beethoven,
don't jump on the...
Oh!
Ooh.
Right this way.
Do you have any feeling
left in your nose, sir?
Ahhh! lt's broken, you idiot.
Oh! l am so terribly sorry.
This type of thing
never happens around here.
Oh! Okay. l hope you're
happy, young man.
I hope you're happy.
Because of you and that beast,
we may have lost
our only chance
to save O'Malley's Cove.
But, Grandma...
You give this.
Just give that to your mother,
and tell her to hand
wash it, by morning.
Get away! Get...
Oh, Mr. Bruchschnauser.
Absolutely ridiculous.
Gosh,
that's just disgusting.
Well, that's the end of this.
Anne, l am so sorry.
I will apologize to
Mr. Blachenpepper right away.
I will tell him
it was all my fault.
No.
You don't need to do that.
Why not?
I think Sam's right.
I think we need to keep
our old lighthouse
exactly the way it is.
But l thought you said if something
doesn't happen right away,
the whole town was gonna go bankrupt?
O'Malley's Cove
is 200 years old.
We have survived storms,
hurricanes, tidal waves.
We will make it
through this too, somehow.
Uh...
We're gonna need a bigger mop.
Ew!
Gross.
Hey, hey, hey, don't eat that.
Don't you know the camera
adds ten pounds.
So, how many of these maps
have you tried, anyway?
All of them.
Twice.
Nothing, huh? No.
My dad said
it's out there somewhere.
You think that's really true?
Well, that kinda depends on
what your idea of treasure is.
Let me ask you something.
If you were to find it,
what would you do with it?
Well, Il'd like to give
some of it to my mom.
And Mr. Harper
needs a new boat.
And Mrs. Cook's roof is pretty
leaky, Il'd like to fix that.
And the rest...
And the rest, what?
I'd give it to our town,
so people like
Mr. Bruchschnauser
can't come along
and put fences up
all over the place
and build junk
that makes it look
the same here
as everywhere else.
I don't know if your dad's
treasure story is true or not,
but l do know something
that is true.
What?
Your dad raised
a pretty terrific kid.
Hey.
Has your Grandma told you
anything about this shawl?
Are you kidding?
"lt's the
traditional O'Malley family weave.
"Handed down from
"generation to generation."
"Generation to generation."
So, it's a pretty
old pattern, huh?
Grandma says over 200 years.
Maybe more.
I want you to take
a look at something.
Do you see what l see?
Whoa!
What are you guys doing?
Why are you looking
at those maps?
And why do you have
Grandma's shawl?
Uh, okay.
Just hear me out.
This may sound crazy,
but l don't think
this is just a shawl.
Huh?
It's a map, Mom.
A treasure map.
And l bet it's the real one.
Mom. Go.
You too. Both of you.
Now, l thought l told you
not to encourage him
with all that
treasure-hunting stuff.
l think you're
making a mistake.
I think l almost did.
What is that supposed to mean?
Good night, Mr. Thornton.
You know, in Hollywood,
l'm considered a catch.
I'm tall, and l still have my own hair.
And l got a really cute dog.
"We hope you have
enjoyed your stay
"at O'Malley's
Bed and Breakfast.
"We regret to inform you
we are keeping your deposit,
"due to dog.
"Thank you."
Oh, no, thank you.
Come on.
Hey, time for bed.
Where are they gonna go, Mom?
l don't know.
You liked him, didn't you?
Who, Beethoven?
Mom, you know
who l'm talking about.
l'm sure Mr. Thornton
is a very nice man.
Dad wouldn't mind, you know.
If you met a guy like Eddie.
Sam.
He'd want you to be happy.
I am happy.
I've got you.
Good night.
Yeah.
Yeah, the Hollywood guy
been in,
but, you know, l haven't
seen him all day, so...
Oh, wait. Hold on.
Hey. You got a call.
Lt's some lady.
But make it fast, huh.
L'm about to lock up.
Anne?
Eddie, darling.
It's Charlene, sweetie.
How on Earth are you?
How am l? Well, that piece
of junk you gave us broke down.
We've been stuck
in the middle of nowhere.
So, yeah, other than that,
everything's just great, thanks.
Oh, good, good. And how is
my favorite little doggie?
You fired him last week.
Oh, l know, l know.
And l must admit,
l'm beginning to have some
second thoughts about that.
So, how's your, uh,
replacement coming along?
Well, actually, that's kind
of why l'm calling.
Cut!
Okay, Beethoven. We are
going back to work.
I guess that Spychicken movie
wasn't such
a great idea after all.
Charlene said she was
gonna send a car for us.
A big old stretch limo too.
What do you think of that?
What's this?
Mr. Bear?
l didn't think you even liked
to play with Mr. Bear anymore?
At least not since
Billy went away to college...
Oh.
So that's it.
That's what's been the problem all along.
You miss Billy, huh?
I'm sorry, buddy.
You know, l got so caught up
on trying to make you
a movie star,
l forgot that sometimes
you just need to be a dog.
No wonder
you like Sam so much.
Yeah. Sam is a good kid.
And his mom?
She's not so bad either.
But you know what?
Lt doesn't matter.
Because we are going
back to Hollywood,
where we have taxis and
hotels and decaf soy lattes,
and we never have
to hear the words
"O'Malley's Cove" ever again.
Ever.
What?
l brought you
some fresh ice.
Good.
Oh!
No! That hurt. l'm sorry, sir.
Don't touch me.
I'll just go up
and cast us off.
No, no, no, no, no. No, no.
You will do no such thing.
I have these sea monkeys
hooked now.
And all l have to do
is reel them in.
But l thought, after yesterday,
you were gonna
cancel the whole plan?
Don't be so stupid.
The plan is working perfectly,
we just had a little glitch.
A glitch?
The boy and the dog.
Oh!
So, what are we gonna do?
Listen, this is exactly why
l am the criminal mastermind
and you are just the henchman.
First, we get rid of that boy.
And then
Beethoven.
That hurts so much. Aw.
26...27...28.
Come on, Beethoven.
Fifty paces this way.
Hey, where are you going?
No, Beethoven.
This is for Sandra's party.
Sorry. He hasn't had
breakfast yet.
That's okay.
What's that?
It's just my Grandma's shawl.
It's nice.
Uh...
l'm taking it to the cleaners.
To get it cleaned.
It kinda looks like a map.
That's ridiculous.
Are you on one
of your treasure hunts?
Why do you wanna know?
So you can laugh at me again?
I didn't laugh before.
Sam!
Sam! Well, now,
what's all the noise about?
Sam's gone. Oh, l'm sure
he's around here somewhere.
What have you done
with my shawl?
I hung it in the bathroom.
Well, it's not there.
Of course it is, Mom, l
put it there
when l got home last night...
Ah! Well, now where
are you going?
To see a guy about a dog.
lt's that beast.
L know it's that beast.
Are you sure this is it?
lt's what the map says.
Fifteen paces, that way.
But you don't have to come in
if you don't want to.
Who said l didn't wanna come?
Let's go.
1 1... 1 2... 1 3... 1 4... 1 5.
Thirty paces, that way.
One... Two...
26...27...28...
29... 30.
Maybe you counted wrong?
No, this is it.
Why would you need a map
of an old graveyard anyway?
Beethoven, don't do that.
Come on, leave it alone.
No way.
Nice.
This is my great,
great, great...
A-bunch-of-greats Grandfather.
That isn't a map
to buried treasure,
it's just a map to Patrick
O'Malley's grave.
My mom was right all along.
Dad just made
the whole thing up.
There's no treasure.
There never was.
I'm sorry, Sam.
It doesn't matter.
Let's just get outta here.
Come on, Beethoven.
Sam?
Sam, are you all right?
Yeah.
Can you climb up?
Yeah, l think so.
Keep Beethoven away
from the edge.
I don't want him to...
Sorry.
Yeah, no problem.
Uh...
Just stay where you are.
L'll go find help.
Where am l supposed to go?
You and that dumb story
about my mother's shawl.
Now he's out there searching for
treasure again. Thanks a lot.
Hey, it's not my fault you can't
keep track of your own kid.
Hey, Beethoven.
Where's my dog?
Hey, it's not my fault you can't
keep track of your own dog.
Let's go!
Hello? Anybody up there?
Help!
This is stupid,
nobody can hear us.
What is it, boy?
What have you found?
Oh, it's just an old bone.
That must be him.
That's Patrick O'Malley.
What's in there, Beethoven?
Stupid bats,
get out of here!
Okay.
Let's just stay calm.
I mean, how hard can it be
to find a 1 45 pound dog,
and 1 0-year-old kid carrying
a 200-year-old shawl?
We wouldn't be looking at all
if it weren't for you
bringing up all that
buried treasure crap again.
I'm sorry, but what
is your problem
with your kid having a little
bit of fun in his life?
I don't have a problem with him
having a little bit of fun.
I have a problem
with him doing all these
dangerous things,
maybe getting himself hurt.
Or even worse.
I just can't risk
losing him too.
I'm sorry. l just didn't think that...
Oh, you have cell service?
Yes? Mom?
It's about your son.
Looks kinda scary.
You go first.
You really need to lay
off the dog treats.
Beethoven.
That's the way out.
Spiders?
I'm not scared of spiders.
Beethoven,
please tell me
there's nothing on me.
Run! Let's get out of here!
Come on, Beethoven!
Pick up the pace!
Ew.
This is gross.
If you tell anybody about
me being scared of spiders,
l'll never talk to you again.
Come on.
Gotcha.
That's the dog.
You were right, Sir.
Of course l was.
And now let us go fishing
and get rid of this glitch,
once and for all.
Drive!
So much for buried treasure.
Wish Il'd never seen
this stupid map.
Wait a minute.
Whoa!
This is it.
Double whoa.
Come on, Beethoven. Come on.
Almost there.
Come on. Come on, boy.
Well, don't just
stand there. Help me.
Come on, dig.
Come on.
Come on, dig.
Sam!
Beethoven. Sam!
Sam!
Beethoven.
Okay, we'll find him.
Beethoven! Oh... Sam.
Eddie?
l'm down here.
Are you okay?
Yeah... Yeah. l'm fine.
Yeah, l'm okay.
Ah!
I'm okay.
And l think l know
where they went.
Dig. Dig, dig. Dig!
Keep digging, Beethoven.
I know it's down here
somewhere.
I just know it.
Did you hear that?
Listen.
ls it? ls that...
lt is!
Beethoven, look! We found the
treasure of Patrick O'Malley.
Well, you're half right.
You've found the treasure.
But now,
it's the treasure of Fritz
Bruchschnauser.
This is so exciting.
You can't do this.
Oh, you'd be surprised
of what it is l can do.
You know that
idiotic dog of yours
has given me a lot of trouble.
So l feel it's only fair that l leave
this town with a little something.
Don't you?
Now,
let us see.
Oh!
Yes!
Ooh!
What is it that you
Americans say? Jackpot!
That's what they say!
That's what they say!
Wait, wait, wait, wait, and wait.
Quiet. Shh.
- We are out in the open.
- Close the lid.
Go, go, go.
I win.
I'm the winner.
Good.
Nice doing business
with you, boy.
Oh.
Here is a doubloon for your troubles.
This isn't fair.
L found that treasure.
You know, you should thank me
for teaching you a
valuable lesson so young.
Life is not fair.
Bye-bye.
Oh, yeah? l'll show him fair.
Well, what about
the rest of the plan, sir?
Oh, the rest of the
plan is officially canceled.
Okay, let's go.
Where
should we go next?
Ooh.
Mexico has some lovely
old Aztec ruins
that we could sell
to the tourists.
S, Seor Bruchschnauser.
What? What are you saying?
Nothing. Nothing, sir. Good.
Keep quiet.
Oh! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!
Oh, no. No.
Spiders!
Get it off! Get if off!
Stop. Stop.
Ls it off? ls it off?
It was just a couple
of spider webs.
God, you're worse than Sam.
Beethoven!
Hey, buddy, where's Sam?
Sam? Sam?
Don't worry, we'll find him.
We'll find him.
Where are we going, boy? Oh!
Put that lovely box
onto the boat. Down below.
And Simon, prepare to set sail.
We leave in five minutes.
Yes, sir.
Call me "Captain!"
Oh, great.
Roger. You're clear.
Hey!
Where do you think
you're going?
Oh, look what we have here.
A stowaway.
- Oh, excuse me!
- Excuse us!
l'm sorry.
Happy birthday!
Do you think he really
knows where Sam is?
Oh, yeah.
Either that or
a truckload of dog food
just drove through town.
We're set to go, sir.
What did l tell you?
Captain. Good.
What are we gonna do about him?
Who cares about him?
Looks like a good swimmer.
Maybe when we
get far enough out,
we can toss him
overboard and find out?
Time to go. Yes, sir.
What? Good. Captain.
You won't get away with this.
Oh, people like you
always say that,
people like me always do.
Ooh!
Don't lose the scent.
Come on.
Wait, that's
Bruchschnauser's boat.
You don't think he has anything
to do with this, do you?
Hey.
Oh!
No!
No!
Ugh! Yuck!
Oh, my...
What is going...
Oh!
Abandon ship!
l can't swim!
Hey, Beethoven.
Help me!
l can't swim.
Catch!
Simon!
Simon.
- Mr. Bruchschnauser!
- Help me!
Thank you!
That's it. That's it.
Follow the sound of my voice, sir.
Can you hear me?
Mom!
Okay,
l'm right here, sir.
Captain, sir.
Captain Bruchschnauser.
l'm right here, sir.
Are you okay?
Over here, just reach, sir!
l thought you couldn't
do that jump anymore, huh?
Maybe this time
he had a reason?
Get me up. You idiot!
I can't reach it...
All right, let's move.
There it is.
That's my boat.
Affirmative, Unit four.
We need all
the handcuffs you can get.
And he stole
my helicopter.
And my private jet.
Don't touch me!
And my Rover.
Right around the side there.
Hold it right there.
Run! Wait!
No, no, no, no, no.
This way. Over the side!
No, no.
l'm innocent.
And my entire wardrobe.
Who are you?
I am Fritz Bruchschnauser.
The real Fritz Bruchschnauser.
So who's that?
He's an imposter.
His name is Howard Belch.
And he's not even German!
See? Dad was right all along.
Yes, he was.
Hey, hey! Wait a minute!
That treasure chest is mine!
My men pulled it out
of the ground!
Your men pulled it out
of O'Malley ground.
And according to the
original town document,
which l just happen
to have at the museum,
as long as there's an
O'Malley, it belongs to him.
We'll see about that!
Simon, call my lawyers.
Shut up, Howard.
You're wrong, Mom.
This stuff doesn't
belong to me.
What do you mean, Sam?
It belongs to the whole town.
We should use it to help
O'Malley's Cove.
What do you think?
I have the greatest
son in the world.
So, you'll come back to O'Malley's
Cove sometime, Mr. Thornton?
Will l come back?
Um...
l'm not sure
l really wanna leave.
Well, what about Hollywood?
I never really liked decaf
soy lattes that much anyway.
I just order them because
everybody else does.
But listen, if we really
wanna put O'Malley's Cove
back on its feet again,
we're gonna have
to do something
to let the whole world
know about this place.
We?
I wonder how
we're gonna do that.
Can l get a dolly
over here?
Okay.
Now remember,
the bad pirates are trying
to steal the treasure,
so you need
to protect it. Got it?
Okay, everybody.
Let's do this.
Let's make a movie.
Eddie Thornton.
Charlene, how many times
do l have to tell you,
we're not coming back?
That's right. Beethoven and l
are making our own movies now.
With a little help
from our friends.
All right, people. Let's move it.
Places, everybody.
Pirates, thank you
very much. Okay.
Let's get our butts in gear.
Come on!
Ahoy there, lad.
Looks good. l definitely wanna
come in for a little more.
And here's your coffee,
Mr. Thornton.
Uh, regular,
just the way you like it.
Hmm. Mmm-hmm.
We're gonna be in the movies.
Thanks, Grandpa.
What'd you say, Sam?
Nothing.
Never mind.
Let's roll it.
Beethoven's Treasure.
Scene one, take one.
Off the set.
Get off the set!
And...
Action!
Action!
Quiet on the set.
And action!
Are you sure it's
safe, Mr. Duncan?
Safe?
Your Excellency, having your
Viennese MacGuffin on display
at our humble casino is an
honor we take very seriously.
There are locks on
each of the windows,
guards on all of the doors.
And should someone
get past those,
we have this.
E, zero, one, one.
Voil!
So you see, Your Excellency,
your priceless bird is
as secure in this room
as if it were in
your own castle.
Shall we?
And this is our jewel.
The Crown Room.
With our compliments.
Ah, thank you.
Now, Excellency, as you know,
the unveiling is at midnight.
In the meanwhile,
it would be our great privilege
to offer you the
hospitality of the tables.
Bonne chance.
Oh, no.
Security. Security.
We have an intruder. l
repeat, we have an intruder.
No!
Security,
l've got a visual
on the intruder.
He's big, four legged. Furry.
And he's got the MacGuffin.
Where'd he go? That way!
Over there!
Hmm?
That's my MacGuffin!
Ow!
He's heading for the window!
Come on, boy. And Jump.
And jump, Beethoven.
Come on. Jump.
Come on, buddy. Jump! Jump!
Come on, you can do this jump.
You've done this jump in every
movie we've made together. Yeah.
Just Come to Mr. Bear.
You love Mr. Bear.
Yo, Justin!
I'm acting here!
Cut.
- Eddie, what's wrong?
- Nothing.
Nothing is wrong.
Everything is fine.
He just, he needs another
chance at it, that's all.
Another chance?
We've done 44 takes
and this stupid dog
still can't get it right.
Justin, don't worry, now
Eddie's a very good trainer.
Are you kidding?
L don't think this guy
could train a monkey
to throw poop.
You're the producer, Charlene.
You've got a problem.
So fix it.
That's lunch!
All right,
that's lunch, people. One hour.
Listen, one, two, three.
One, two, three. And jump.
We've made six
movies together.
He's never done
anything like this before.
He's even ignoring Mr. Bear.
My son gave him Mr. Bear.
He loves Mr. Bear.
It's not Mr. Bear.
What...
What is it?
Nothing.
It's nothing?
Well, physically nothing
anyway. But mentally,
l think Beethoven is depressed.
He's depressed?
Yeah. He seems to have
lost his
zest for life.
His spark.
His joie de vivre.
For want of a better
word, his "Mojo."
His "Mojo?" Yeah.
The thing that
makes him Beethoven.
Well, you're a doctor. Can't you
just give him a pill or something?
A pill is not going
to help this dog.
Maybe a change
would do him some good.
Maybe if he did something
different for a while.
No.
No. He loves making movies.
Don't you, boy?
Hey, do you love making movies?
Or is it you?
I'll send you my bill.
Goodbye, Beethoven.
But. Hey.
Wait, you've... Gotta see a
Chihuahua on stage five.
Eddie, a word?
Sure, Charlene.
It's about Beethoven.
Oh, yeah, good news.
The doctor says there's
absolutely nothing
physically wrong
with Beethoven,
so we can get
right back to work.
Well, um, the thing is,
we won't need him, or you.
l'm sorry.
L don't quite understand.
I talked to the studio.
And we're shutting
down production
on Spy Dog Three until we
can find a replacement.
A replacement? You are
gonna replace Beethoven?
Honey, it's nothing personal.
Please. lt's just business.
l could fix it.
L could re-train him.
I could get him to do
whatever you want him to do.
Eddie, there just isn't time.
Look the studio...
We... l mean,
the studio and l...
We just think it's better for
the picture if we just move on
and find ourselves another Spy Dog.
l'm so sorry.
I see. So that's it?
You're firing us.
You're sticking us on a
plane and sending us home?
Oh, about that.
You are going to send
us home, aren't you?
We're no longer obligated
to provide you with travel.
Charlene, do you know
how much it costs
to fly all the way back to California?
l can't afford it.
Eddie, don't worry.
L've arranged for a car.
Yeah, yeah, that's right.
Beethoven. The famous dog.
Yeah, he will be available
for any new movie
you've got coming around.
Fired?
No, he wasn't fired.
It was what we in the business like
to call creative differences, so...
Hello?
Hello?
They hung up.
Good day to you.
L represent Beethoven.
You might have heard of him. The
world-famous movie star dog.
Yeah. Dog.
Yeah, so if you're
interested in having
Beethoven appear on
your television show,
Il'l be more than happy to
discuss his fees with you.
Fired? No. No!
Why does everyone
think that he was fired?
It was just a matter of...
We didn't think the producers
were allowing him to show off
to the best of his ability.
Hello?
Yes, l'm sure
Beethoven would be happy
to make a live appearance at the
opening of your new grocery store.
What does he charge? Oh.
Well, l'm sure we'll be open to negotiation...
Beethoven!
God!
Ah. Aah!
I'll have to... l'll call you back!
Oh!
I'm sorry!
Stop! Stop! The brakes!
Oh.
Great.
You okay, buddy?
All right.
Let's see what we did?
Oh.
O'Malley's Cove.
That must be O'Malley's
Cove down there.
What do you say we
find a gas station
and have them check it out
before we hit the road again.
All right. Let's get going.
Come on. Chop, chop, chop.
Hey, listen, buddy,
l'm driving. Out of here.
Okay.
Seatbelts on.
Oh, no.
Oh, you have got
to be kidding me.
Come on!
Perfect.
Oh.
Doesn't look like there's much
treasure left in O'Malley's Cove.
I just hope the gas
station's still open.
Can you at least take your
paw off the brake? Please?
Thank you,
that's so much better.
All right, steer a little
to the right.
Legend says that after Captain
O'Malley buried his treasure,
he didn't want to share it
with his fellow pirates,
so he made up one true map
and 1 1 fake ones with
the wrong directions.
That way,
if anyone stole his map,
no one would be able to tell
which was the right one or not.
To this day, nobody knows which
one of these maps is real.
If any.
The location of
Captain O'Malley's treasure
has remained a secret
for over 200 years.
200 years. 200 years.
Exactly how long it's been since we've
had a customer in here, huh, Louis?
What do you think?
Maybe we'll just
close up shop for the day?
Oh, no, not again.
Find the treasure.
Find the treasure.
Sam.
Not the cliffs again!
Uh-huh.
Fella, you've got a problem.
Yeah, l know that,
can you fix it?
Nope.
Why am l not surprised?
Let me ask you this, is there
another mechanic in this town.
Someone who, uh... Oh!
Someone who knows
how to fix a car?
l know how to
fix a car, mister.
I just don't have
the parts is all.
I gotta order
them from the city.
How long will that take?
Tomorrow.
Tomorrow? Or the next day.
You know, it's hard to tell.
Just, take the car.
Do you know, is there a
car rental place around?
Nope.
Hey, Floyd Thursby
down at the pier
can rent you a rowboat
by the hour, huh? Mmm-hmm?
Oh! You know,
there's no cell service.
Do you even have cell
phones in this town?
There's no call for 'em.
Hey, if you wanna get a hold
of somebody, you just yell.
Look, um, Davey.
Uh, name's Phil. Phil?
Your sign outside says,
"Davey Jones' garage."
Yeah,
that's just pirate talk.
You know. For the tourists.
Arr.
He liked it.
Okay, look.
What do you suggest l do?
Well, Mrs. O'Malley's
place over on Potter?
You could stay
there for the night.
Oh, no, no, no, no.
You don't seem to understand.
This is Beethoven.
The famous dog.
I gotta get him
back to Hollywood.
You just don't understand,
do you?
It really doesn't matter.
I don't care what it
takes, because l am not
gonna waste one
more minute in this...
Oh!
Oh!
Don't... Bad dog!
Hey.
You gonna bring that back?
Beethoven,
what are you doing?
Oh.
Please, stop running!
Excuse me!
Whoa! Whoa, doggie!
Heel!
Cheers!
Oh!
Dog!
Excuse me.
Mayday!
Oh. Oh!
Ah.
Ooh!
Whoa! Good catch, man.
Sorry.
Hey, come back here, boy.
Excuse me!
Stop!
Where are you going?
Help!
Help!
Help, please!
Help! Anybody!
Help!
Come here, boy!
Beethoven!
Come here, buddy!
Help!
Somebody help.
Oh, come on.
What the...
Go get help. Quick.
Get somebody, anybody.
I don't think l
can hold on much...
Aah!
Pull.
Yeah, come on, pull.
Yeah, good job.
That's it, boy. Pull.
Come on.
Come on. Almost there.
Hey.
You okay?
Wow. You really
could've hurt yourself.
What were you doing
down there anyway, kid?
Looking
for buried treasure.
- For buried treasure, really?
- Samuel Edward Parker.
How many times have l told you
to stay away from these cliffs.
I'm okay, Mom.
Don't you understand how dangerous it is?
You could've gotten killed.
Mister, um...
Thank you.
Eddie Thornton.
But it wasn't me,
it was really Beethoven
who did all the work.
Beethoven?
The real Beethoven?
From the movies?
Yeah, the real Beethoven from the movies.
This is him.
Aren't you, boy?
Well,
wherever he's from...
l'm glad he was here.
Thank you.
Yeah, thanks, Beethoven.
And this
is going back to the
museum where it belongs.
I told you, you cannot
play with this.
I wasn't playing with it, Mom.
This time l measured
the exact distance
from the shoreline to
where the treasure is.
You know what? l don't wanna
hear about it anymore.
Because you are
grounded for one month.
But, Mom!
Oh!
Oh, Mr. Bruchschnauser.
Who?
Fritz Bruchschnauser.
Who's that?
He's the guy who
wants to buy our town.
Oh!
You call that a landing?
I'm sorry,
Mr. Bruchschnauser, sir.
You should be.
Coat. Gesundheit.
Coat! Oh!
Yeah. Stay here!
Yes, sir. Oh!
He's a meanie.
Guten Tag. My friends.
Why are we all here?
l'm very sorry,
Mr. Bruchschnauser.
Sam, l want you to apologize to
Mr. Bruchschnauser right now
for coming in here.
No. No, no.
No need for apologies.
No doubt the boy did not even see
the fence or the big sign.
Big letters, "Keep out!" Ja?
You know how kids are.
No. l don't.
You really own all this
land, Mr. Boogersugar?
That is not the name.
Bruchschnauser. Bruchschnauser.
Well, yes,
l own all of this land.
It's part of my
big plan to bring
O'Malley's Cove into
the 21 st century. Yeah.
Whether we like it or not.
Sam.
You have a spirited
boy here, don't you?
Ja.
Maybe you should go, mmm? Ja.
No doubt, you have some baseball
to play or some froggies to catch.
I don't play baseball.
Well, maybe you should learn.
We are gonna go.
And, thank you so much.
You have a nice day,
Mr. Bruchschnauser.
Bye, Beethoven.
All right, buddy.
Let's get going.
Hey, Beethoven, come on.
Hey, hey.
What's wrong, Beethoven?
Come on, pal. Come on.
Hey, hey, up, up.
This is interesting.
You have given the name
of Germany's greatest
composer to your dog?
Oh! Yeah, l guess so.
No offense. Oh!
None taken.
But if l find him on my
private property again,
l will call the authorities.
And they will have him
tossed into the dog pound
and throw away the key.
Auf Wiedersehen.
Everything go all right, sir?
False alarm.
Just a boy and a dog. Big dog.
You don't think they know
anything do you, sir?
It doesn't matter if they do.
By the time these
water-logged peasants
discover what it
is we're doing,
it will be too late.
Why are you...
Why are you laughing?
L don't know, sir.
Then stop and fly.
Come on, buddy.
Let's get out of here.
What a friendly
guy that was, huh?
Hello?
Hello? Phil?
Davey?
Anybody?
Taxi?
Still no cell service.
I guess we're stuck
here for the night.
I hope this lady
has room for us.
I do not care that
he's part of your act,
you knew the rules
when you checked in.
It's right there on that sign.
No pets allowed.
And as our agreement
clearly states,
we will be
keeping your deposit.
Have a lovely trip or
whatever it is you do.
Goodbye!
No pets allowed.
That's discrimination.
Come on, Steve.
So just stay here
for one sec, okay?
Be real quiet.
Stay right here. Stay.
Stay. Shh. Shh.
Mrs. O'Malley?
I heard you might
have a room tonight?
Breakfast is served
from 7:00 a.m. to 8:00 a.m.,
no exceptions.
If you're at
the table at 8:01 a.m.,
you're out of luck.
Well, l'll try
and be on time then.
Ow! Are you being smart
with me, young man?
No, no, not smart at all.
Your last name is O'Malley.
Any relation to the town?
It most certainly is.
My great, great,
great grandfather
sailed here from
England in 1 71 7.
And landed not one half mile
from where we are standing.
Wow. He was a pirate. Mmm-hmm.
We do not use
the P-word in this house.
No, no, no, no, no.
Captain Patrick O'Malley
was an adventurer.
An explorer. A gentleman.
Known far and wide by all.
Not only as
a well-read scholar,
but as a man of rare
elegance and taste.
Who took to the seas in order to
spread kindness and prosperity.
And with a handful of his
fellow high-minded travelers,
all of them equally intelligent
and well-educated.
He set sail to the New World,
on a great quest,
to bring wisdom and knowledge for all.
Life was grand
for Captain O'Malley
and his faithful
and loyal crew.
And what little
challenges they did face,
forged a strong
bond between the men.
And a great friendship
was born amongst the crew.
They promised one another to stick
together through thick and thin,
allowing nothing to come between
them until they reached their goal.
It's rum!
It was the bravery and
courage of Captain O'Malley
that served as a true
inspiration to his men.
Aye, ya scurvy dogs!
If l can't have the treasure,
then nobody can!
And despite their many
seemingly insurmountable obstacles,
his crew were behind him, all the way
across the ocean.
When Captain O'Malley
touched the sand,
he knew his journey
had ended at last.
And in honor of
their beloved captain
they named this
place O'Malley's Cove.
Hmm.
If he wasn't a P-word,
why is there a skull and
crossbones flag on his ship?
The artist had
a vivid imagination.
This way, please.
And this will be
your room, Mr. Thornton.
And just like
the rest of the house,
it has been appointed
with priceless heirlooms.
Uh, the rug. Ah!
Why, the quilt on the bed.
Lovely.
And even my wrap.
Hand-knitted by my
great great grandmother
in the traditional
O'Malley family weave,
handed down from generation to generation.
And this is why l
ask all of my guests
to treat my home as if
it were their very own.
And of course, no pets allowed.
Aah!
- What was that?
- Oh, nothing.
I thought l heard something
come from downstairs.
It's probably just the wind.
It's a terribly silly day.
Gah!
Now what on earth is that?
Oh!
Termites.
Come on, buddy, you can do it. Let's
get your back paws up. And up...
And up!
Mr. Thornton,
may l come in?
Just a minute.
You were right,
it must have been the wind.
Well, how do you like that?
Well, then,
if the room is satisfactory.
Oh, l'll take it.
No luggage?
Oh, it's being sent. Later.
All right then.
Just remember that
breakfast is at...
7:00 a.m. sharp.
Yes. And... No pets allowed.
Yeah.
Oh, okay. Good boy.
That was a good boy.
You did good.
It's hard to believe
you were ever this little. Hmm.
Hi, this is Billy.
Billy, hey.
Please, leave a message and
I will call you right back.
Voicemail.
Have a great day.
Billy, hey, it's Dad.
We got a little problem here.
Beethoven and l...
We're working on the new
movie, and we miss you.
So l just wanted to check in.
I hope, you're doing
good at college. And...
And l love you.
Okay. We'll talk soon.
It was a little white lie.
I couldn't tell
him we got fired.
Well, l'm beat.
What do you say
we call it a night?
I will make you a nice bed
right here on the floor...
Oh, no, you don't.
Do you know,
if Mrs. O'What's-her-face
sees one of your
hairs on this bed
we're both sleeping
on the sidewalk? Get off.
Get off. Off the bed.
Off the bed.
Come on.
Off the bed.
Get off the bed.
Get off the bed.
Please, get off the bed.
Oh, come on.
Quit hoggin' the bed.
Ow! Ow, ow!
Okay, just stay right there.
I'm gonna go downstairs
and get you some breakfast.
And then l'll figure out a
way to get you out of here.
But, stay.
Stay. Stay.
Ah.
Oh, yes.
Hi. Hi.
Wow, they say that breakfast is the
most important meal of the day,
but don't you think you're
going a little overboard?
My car broke down.
And this is the only hotel
and that mean old lady doesn't allow pets.
You won't...
You won't say anything
about you know who?
Oh, no, your secret
is safe with me.
Thanks.
What is her problem anyway?
Is she always
such a mean old lady?
We do not allow food in
our rooms, Mr. Thornton.
I'm sure you will be very
comfortable at the table.
Oh. Hmm.
Now, Anne, please do not forget
about the reception
that we are hosting
for Mr. Bruchschnauser today.
How could l forget?
His name is on
every billboard in The Cove.
Well, l think the Bruchschnauser
re-development plan
is very important for our town.
We should be grateful
for the opportunity
he's giving us to invest in it.
Now where is my grandson?
He'll be down in a minute, Mom.
Well, l can see we're
going to need more bacon.
And sausage.
Sam!
Yeah?
Breakfast!
In a minute, Grandma!
Now!
Okay, okay.
I guess l could
try over there again.
l
said in a minute, Grandma.
Can't a guy get any
privacy around here?
Beethoven?
Wait. Beethoven, wait!
Listen, l'm really sorry
about what l said before.
I had no idea she was your mother.
Oh.
That's okay.
She drives me
crazy sometimes too.
After my husband...
lt was just Sam and me.
And my job at the museum
just didn't pay well,
so here we are.
Wait a minute.
This town has a museum?
Don't act so surprised.
O'Malley's Cove used
to be quite the place,
with shops and restaurants
and lots of people.
Then the fishing dried up
and so did everything else.
And if things
don't change soon,
our town's gonna go bankrupt.
And l don't know
what we're gonna do.
What about that
Mr. Boogersschnitzel?
Mr. Bruchschnauser.
Yeah, maybe.
But then it's just gonna
be his town, isn't it?
Hey, l think there's
somebody's upstairs
that wants his breakfast.
Oh, thank you.
I'll see you later?
Yeah.
Sorry, boy,
that's all l've got.
You wanna see my treasure map?
Hmm.
I've searched all across
this side of the cliffs,
and over here and down there.
I still haven't
found anything yet.
But l'm going to,
one of these days.
My dad said all l had
to do was keep looking.
See, he even gave me his old
backpack from when he as a kid.
He said it was all l needed
to hunt for treasure.
l just wish he was
still here to help.
Oh, no.
Beethoven! Where are you?
Beethoven!
Oh, no.
Oh.
Oh, no.
Sam, l am so sorry.
Oh! We gotta get him
dried up and out of here.
Sam, come on, you're going
to be late for...
Oh, what's he doing in here?
Come on, buddy.
What's he doing in here?
l'll get him.
I'll get him.
Where's he going?
Oh, Beethoven.
Sam, where are you
going dressed like that?
Just getting some morning
exercise, Grandma.
Anne.
Anne, you need to
speak to your son.
There you are.
That boy is going to catch
his death running around.
Well, now, why are you wet?
That's a good question.
L'll tell you later.
Don't forget
Mr. Bruchschnauser.
He is single, you know?
Oh!
Okay, l don't think she
saw anything, but...
Mom, do you still
have that map?
Sam, l told you...
But, Mom, listen, Beethoven's
gonna help me find the treasure.
Aren't you, boy?
Excuse me?
Yeah, Mr. Thornton said so.
He did?
No, no.
No, l didn't exactly...
Yeah, you did.
You said if l really wanted
to find the treasure,
l should get a dog,
'cause that's what dogs do.
Sniff for stuff and dig it up, right?
Right.
Right. But l didn't
mean my dog.
Come on.
Oh, well. Here's a dog.
So let's go.
Sam, l think you should
go get dressed for school.
But, Mom. Samuel.
Just go get dressed.
Thanks a lot.
Am l missing something here?
So he wants to hunt
for pirate treasure,
what's the harm in that?
I wish you would just mind your
own business, Mr. Thornton.
Get down. Get down.
Oh.
It's not the worst
thing in the world.
What?
If you ask me,
l think he's a terrific kid.
He's got a great imagination.
Well, l didn't ask you.
If you had kids
you'd understand.
Well, l do have a kid.
His name is Billy.
He's in college now,
but he was Sam's age
when we got Beethoven.
It's just that,
Mike, my husband.
He has filled Sam's head
with all these crazy ideas about
buried treasure and pirates,
and of course
none of it is real.
Seems pretty real to Sam.
That's the problem.
If that's how he
remembers his dad,
does it even matter
whether it's real or not?
This isn't Hollywood,
Mr. Thornton.
Around here we have to accept
things for what they really are.
Not what we wish they could be.
Sometimes wishes come true.
Not in O'Malley's Cove.
You fools!
Where is it?
I'm sorry, Mr. Bruchschnauser.
Don't worry, we'll find it.
l must have it!
Lt's around here somewhere,
l know it is.
lt isn't! Aha!
l cannot
continue without it!
Aha! l found it, sir.
You found it?
Uh-huh. lt's right here.
Good.
Because if
you had lost it,
l would have taken you out
to the middle of the ocean
and fed you to the fishes.
Well, lucky for me then.
- Put it on.
- Here we go.
The ensemble...
is finished. Oh.
Well?
How do l look?
Let me adjust your bird, sir.
Don't touch the bird!
Lt's perfect!
When l have given
my speech today
to these
simple-minded fishbillies,
they will be begging
me to take their money.
The bird... Oh, yeah,
it's in your mouth.
Fix it! You don't want that.
Good. There we go.
Don't touch me.
Leave! l want to be alone.
Go!
All of this will soon be mine!
"Does anybody know how
to fix a car in this town?"
l'll show you, Mr. Hollywood.
L know how to fix a car.
How hard can it be?
Chapter One.
Okay.
You just take this wire here,
and this wire here. And
you put them right there.
Chapter Two.
Let's try one, okay? And...
Jump!
And jump!
Come on,
it's just one little jump.
All right, how about
fetch, huh? You're a dog.
All dogs love to fetch.
Ready, and fetch!
l don't know
what to do with you.
I don't know how to
get your mojo back.
You won't jump.
You won't fetch.
Just forget it.
Let's just go back to the garage, get
the car, and get out of town and...
Hey, hey!
Come on, Beethoven.
Fetch! Come on!
Hi. Hi.
Uh, we were just on
our way to the museum
and Sam was afraid he wasn't gonna
get a chance to say goodbye.
Go get it! Good boy.
Sam, don't get
your clothes dirty!
Come on. Go. Go get it.
Come on.
You know what? You can forget about that.
The dog just doesn't...
Okay, go fetch. Go get it.
Good boy, Beethoven.
Good boy. Fetch.
Looks like he's doing a
pretty good job of it now.
l didn't get a
chance to say thank you
for keeping our little secret.
I don't wanna get on the
bad side of Mrs. O'Malley.
Oh. Her bark's worse than her bite.
So's mine, sometimes.
I'm sorry. l'm sorry.
He's your son, l should
mind my own business.
It's just, l get so worried, you
know, with all this pirate stuff.
It's like he doesn't
have any friends.
Until your dog
came along, of course.
Yeah. Beethoven has
that effect on people.
He makes everyone happy.
Stop! What are you doing?
You ruined it.
You've ruined my double Dutch.
And now your stupid dog is
slobbering all over everything.
I'm sorry, Beethoven
and l were just playing.
I was almost at
my personal best
until you came and wrecked it.
You could always start over.
No. l Can't.
Why are you here anyway, Sam?
Shouldn't you be off looking
for pirate's treasure?
Isn't that what you always do?
You freak.
Oh, and by the way,
l'm having a birthday
party tomorrow.
And you're not invited.
Yeah.
Thanks.
Callie, come on.
What was that all about?
Nothing.
Let's just go, Beethoven.
Aah!
Well, good luck with
your car, Mr. Thornton.
Thank you.
And, you could call me Eddie.
Oh.
Eddie.
Why do you have
to go, Mr. Thornton?
- Don't you like O'Malley's Cove?
- Oh.
Yeah.
O'Malley's Cove, it's
a great place to visit...
Honey, Mr. Thornton
is a very busy man,
and he has to get
back to Hollywood
and make another movie
with Beethoven, right?
That's right.
I'm gonna miss you, Beethoven.
if you want, we could come
back and visit sometime.
Oh, yeah. l bet you can't wait to come
back to O'Malley's Cove.
Say goodbye to
Mr. Thornton, honey.
Bye, Mr. Thornton.
See you, Sam. Hey,
call me Eddie.
Hello? Hello, anyone here?
Hey. Buddy, buddy.
We're going home. Okay?
Listen, l want you to
wait right here, okay?
Stay.
Nein, nein, nein!
This is unacceptable.
Simon!
Yes, sir.
I thought l told
you to fix this.
How can l look like a pirate
if the bird keeps
falling off my shoulder?
Yeah? And what is it with this?
Sorry.
What is wrong
with this hat?
You have it on backwards, sir.
Yes. Backwards?
It's a simple question,
is my car ready or not?
Not exactly.
What does that mean,
"Not exactly"?
I kinda ran into a little snag.
Ah.
Yeah.
What...
You know, l'm not sure about
that eye patch either.
I'll just fix that for you. Let me put...
You're wrong.
Stop! That's enough.
Sorry, sir.
I don't care what
you are trying to do.
We're late!
Hurry up!
l need to get a new job.
Well, Beethoven, it looks
like we're spending
one more night here
in O'Malley's...
What? Hey!
Hey, come back with my dog!
Stop!
Come back!
Hey! Come back!
Hey!
That's my dog!
Stop them! Dog thief!
Hey, kid.
I'll give you
20 bucks if you let me
borrow your bike
for five minutes? Oh!
l'll bring it right back.
I promise.
Hey! Stop!
Come back!
Sorry! My bad! Sorry!
- Watch out! Oh, no!
- Oh! Oh.
Hey, watch it!
Sorry!
They've got my dog!
Lookout, buddy!
Coming through.
Ahhh!
Stop!
Stop!
Whoa-oh! Ahhh!
Ow! Ow! Ow!
Ahhh!
No! Get out of the way!
Get out of the way!
Get out of the way!
Holy mackerel.
When l first observed...
No. Ah!
When l first laid eyes
on O'Malley's Cove.
Simon, really?
Sir, that wasn't me.
That was... Well, if that
wasn't you, then who...
Oh!
Ooh! Ahhh!
Oh!
Oh!
The window!
The window.
Baby lock! Baby lock! Baby lock!
l'll get it.
I can't see, sir.
l can't... lt burns.
Oh!
Uh-uh-uh-uh.
Those are for guests.
Here. Take this and circulate.
Hello. Hello.
Anne, people are arriving.
Yeah, l'll be right there.
Is there something wrong?
You've been very distracted
ever since you got here.
No. l'm fine.
Well, it's not
Mr. Thornton, is it?
I saw you looking at him
at breakfast this morning.
Of course not.
That's ridiculous.
Well, whatever it is,
there's no time today,
because Mr. Bruchschnauser
is due here any minute.
So, chop, chop. Just go.
I wasn't looking at him.
I just glanced at him
for a second.
It doesn't mean
anything at all.
Excuse me,
do you have any idea
where the museum is?
Oh. Thank you.
Oh.
For you.
Don't worry. lt's fresh.
Ugh!
What? New rule.
No more spicy food
before road trips.
But l told you, Mr. Bruchschnauser,
that wasn't me!
The presentation
is beginning. Hurry up!
Yes, sir. Right away, sir.
Oh.
Mr. Bruchschnauser,
how lovely to see you again.
Mrs. O'Malley, the
pleasure is all mine.
Oh!
Oh!
Uh, Sam,
offer Mr. Bruchschnauser
and his friend
an hors d'oeuvre.
Some what? Uh, the tray, dear.
The tray.
Help yourself. Oh, my goodness.
I'm so sorry!
Children! Yes, l know.
You can go.
Well, please come in.
Oh, no, please. After you.
Beauty before pirates.
Oh!
Oh, my goodness!
Are you all right?
Oh.
Welcome, welcome, everyone.
I'm so happy
to have you all here
for this
wonderful presentation.
Got you.
When l first laid eyes
on O'Malley's Cove,
its majestic vistas
and its magnificent
natural beauty,
l said to myself, "Fritz,
"what can you do
"to make this place
even more beautiful?"
A shopping center.
The new Bruchschnauser Bay
will be a total
shopping experience!
Stores, services, beautiful.
And activities for
the little kiddies too.
And wait until you see
what we have planned
for that old broken down
lighthouse of yours.
Ah!
A food court.
l can smell it already!
So, all you have to do
is simply sign at the bottom!
That's it!
And the future
of O'Malley's Cove
can begin.
Right now.
Uh...
Hold on a minute.
This contract says you're
going to own everything?
Young man, it is not polite
to interrupt grownups.
It is, when the grownup
is trying to cheat people.
What?
If you sign this, you're
giving away the land,
the beach,
the water.
Everything that's good
about O'Malley's Cove.
Everything that
makes it a home.
Our home.
Wait, wait,
wait.
But look what you are getting.
We don't need that.
When l find Captain
O'Malley's treasure...
Oh, dear Lord.
Anne, do something.
Excuse me!
What do you want?
Where is my dog?
What dog?
My dog that you kidnapped
at the gas station.
What? l have no idea
what you're talking about?
- Oh, really?
- Mrs. O'Malley!
What is the meaning
of this intrusion?
Mr. Thornton,
are you telling me
that you have a dog?
Yes, l have a dog. l'm sorry.
He's a Saint Bernard.
He's hairy, he slobbers
all over the place
and the last time l saw him,
he was in the back
of Mr. Boinkenfarfel's SUV.
Yeah, maybe you've
seen him in the movies.
His name is... Beethoven!
Beethoven!
Yes. Now l remember you.
Louis!
Come back, Louis!
Oh.
l'll get him.
Louis!
Oops.
I'll get the car,
Mr. Bruchschnauser, sir.
Get them to sign the papers!
I'll get the... Whoa!
Simon, what is going on here?
Phew!
Wait, wait, wait.
Remain calm!
Simon, where are you?
Beethoven!
Stop! Beethoven!
Mr. Bruchschnauser!
Mr. Bruchschnauser,
where are you, sir?
You're not Mr. Bruchschnauser!
Beethoven!
Beethoven, come here!
Simon, l need you!
Oh! Louis! Oh, no! Louis!
Come here. Louis. Oh!
Oh, l'm sorry.
if l could just...
Beethoven!
Papers. l need the papers.
Papers, please.
Did you sign? Thank you.
Mr. Bruchschnauser, sir?
Mr. Bruchschnauser, sir?
- Don't touch me!
- No, no, no!
Mr. Bruchschnauser?
Ahhh!
Ow! Ow! Ow!
Mr. Bruchschnauser, where are you?
Ow! Ow! Ow!
Mr. Bruchschnauser!
What's happening?
Mr. Bruchschnauser, sir?
Help me. Simon, pull it...
Sorry. Sorry.
Sorry, sir.
l'm pulling! Sir!
No, no, no. Stop!
I'll get the car, sir.
I'll get the car.
Where's the exit?
Here, boy.
Come here. Come here.
Beethoven!
Where are you?
Bad dog.
Bad dog.
Beethoven,
don't jump on the...
Oh!
Ooh.
Right this way.
Do you have any feeling
left in your nose, sir?
Ahhh! lt's broken, you idiot.
Oh! l am so terribly sorry.
This type of thing
never happens around here.
Oh! Okay. l hope you're
happy, young man.
I hope you're happy.
Because of you and that beast,
we may have lost
our only chance
to save O'Malley's Cove.
But, Grandma...
You give this.
Just give that to your mother,
and tell her to hand
wash it, by morning.
Get away! Get...
Oh, Mr. Bruchschnauser.
Absolutely ridiculous.
Gosh,
that's just disgusting.
Well, that's the end of this.
Anne, l am so sorry.
I will apologize to
Mr. Blachenpepper right away.
I will tell him
it was all my fault.
No.
You don't need to do that.
Why not?
I think Sam's right.
I think we need to keep
our old lighthouse
exactly the way it is.
But l thought you said if something
doesn't happen right away,
the whole town was gonna go bankrupt?
O'Malley's Cove
is 200 years old.
We have survived storms,
hurricanes, tidal waves.
We will make it
through this too, somehow.
Uh...
We're gonna need a bigger mop.
Ew!
Gross.
Hey, hey, hey, don't eat that.
Don't you know the camera
adds ten pounds.
So, how many of these maps
have you tried, anyway?
All of them.
Twice.
Nothing, huh? No.
My dad said
it's out there somewhere.
You think that's really true?
Well, that kinda depends on
what your idea of treasure is.
Let me ask you something.
If you were to find it,
what would you do with it?
Well, Il'd like to give
some of it to my mom.
And Mr. Harper
needs a new boat.
And Mrs. Cook's roof is pretty
leaky, Il'd like to fix that.
And the rest...
And the rest, what?
I'd give it to our town,
so people like
Mr. Bruchschnauser
can't come along
and put fences up
all over the place
and build junk
that makes it look
the same here
as everywhere else.
I don't know if your dad's
treasure story is true or not,
but l do know something
that is true.
What?
Your dad raised
a pretty terrific kid.
Hey.
Has your Grandma told you
anything about this shawl?
Are you kidding?
"lt's the
traditional O'Malley family weave.
"Handed down from
"generation to generation."
"Generation to generation."
So, it's a pretty
old pattern, huh?
Grandma says over 200 years.
Maybe more.
I want you to take
a look at something.
Do you see what l see?
Whoa!
What are you guys doing?
Why are you looking
at those maps?
And why do you have
Grandma's shawl?
Uh, okay.
Just hear me out.
This may sound crazy,
but l don't think
this is just a shawl.
Huh?
It's a map, Mom.
A treasure map.
And l bet it's the real one.
Mom. Go.
You too. Both of you.
Now, l thought l told you
not to encourage him
with all that
treasure-hunting stuff.
l think you're
making a mistake.
I think l almost did.
What is that supposed to mean?
Good night, Mr. Thornton.
You know, in Hollywood,
l'm considered a catch.
I'm tall, and l still have my own hair.
And l got a really cute dog.
"We hope you have
enjoyed your stay
"at O'Malley's
Bed and Breakfast.
"We regret to inform you
we are keeping your deposit,
"due to dog.
"Thank you."
Oh, no, thank you.
Come on.
Hey, time for bed.
Where are they gonna go, Mom?
l don't know.
You liked him, didn't you?
Who, Beethoven?
Mom, you know
who l'm talking about.
l'm sure Mr. Thornton
is a very nice man.
Dad wouldn't mind, you know.
If you met a guy like Eddie.
Sam.
He'd want you to be happy.
I am happy.
I've got you.
Good night.
Yeah.
Yeah, the Hollywood guy
been in,
but, you know, l haven't
seen him all day, so...
Oh, wait. Hold on.
Hey. You got a call.
Lt's some lady.
But make it fast, huh.
L'm about to lock up.
Anne?
Eddie, darling.
It's Charlene, sweetie.
How on Earth are you?
How am l? Well, that piece
of junk you gave us broke down.
We've been stuck
in the middle of nowhere.
So, yeah, other than that,
everything's just great, thanks.
Oh, good, good. And how is
my favorite little doggie?
You fired him last week.
Oh, l know, l know.
And l must admit,
l'm beginning to have some
second thoughts about that.
So, how's your, uh,
replacement coming along?
Well, actually, that's kind
of why l'm calling.
Cut!
Okay, Beethoven. We are
going back to work.
I guess that Spychicken movie
wasn't such
a great idea after all.
Charlene said she was
gonna send a car for us.
A big old stretch limo too.
What do you think of that?
What's this?
Mr. Bear?
l didn't think you even liked
to play with Mr. Bear anymore?
At least not since
Billy went away to college...
Oh.
So that's it.
That's what's been the problem all along.
You miss Billy, huh?
I'm sorry, buddy.
You know, l got so caught up
on trying to make you
a movie star,
l forgot that sometimes
you just need to be a dog.
No wonder
you like Sam so much.
Yeah. Sam is a good kid.
And his mom?
She's not so bad either.
But you know what?
Lt doesn't matter.
Because we are going
back to Hollywood,
where we have taxis and
hotels and decaf soy lattes,
and we never have
to hear the words
"O'Malley's Cove" ever again.
Ever.
What?
l brought you
some fresh ice.
Good.
Oh!
No! That hurt. l'm sorry, sir.
Don't touch me.
I'll just go up
and cast us off.
No, no, no, no, no. No, no.
You will do no such thing.
I have these sea monkeys
hooked now.
And all l have to do
is reel them in.
But l thought, after yesterday,
you were gonna
cancel the whole plan?
Don't be so stupid.
The plan is working perfectly,
we just had a little glitch.
A glitch?
The boy and the dog.
Oh!
So, what are we gonna do?
Listen, this is exactly why
l am the criminal mastermind
and you are just the henchman.
First, we get rid of that boy.
And then
Beethoven.
That hurts so much. Aw.
26...27...28.
Come on, Beethoven.
Fifty paces this way.
Hey, where are you going?
No, Beethoven.
This is for Sandra's party.
Sorry. He hasn't had
breakfast yet.
That's okay.
What's that?
It's just my Grandma's shawl.
It's nice.
Uh...
l'm taking it to the cleaners.
To get it cleaned.
It kinda looks like a map.
That's ridiculous.
Are you on one
of your treasure hunts?
Why do you wanna know?
So you can laugh at me again?
I didn't laugh before.
Sam!
Sam! Well, now,
what's all the noise about?
Sam's gone. Oh, l'm sure
he's around here somewhere.
What have you done
with my shawl?
I hung it in the bathroom.
Well, it's not there.
Of course it is, Mom, l
put it there
when l got home last night...
Ah! Well, now where
are you going?
To see a guy about a dog.
lt's that beast.
L know it's that beast.
Are you sure this is it?
lt's what the map says.
Fifteen paces, that way.
But you don't have to come in
if you don't want to.
Who said l didn't wanna come?
Let's go.
1 1... 1 2... 1 3... 1 4... 1 5.
Thirty paces, that way.
One... Two...
26...27...28...
29... 30.
Maybe you counted wrong?
No, this is it.
Why would you need a map
of an old graveyard anyway?
Beethoven, don't do that.
Come on, leave it alone.
No way.
Nice.
This is my great,
great, great...
A-bunch-of-greats Grandfather.
That isn't a map
to buried treasure,
it's just a map to Patrick
O'Malley's grave.
My mom was right all along.
Dad just made
the whole thing up.
There's no treasure.
There never was.
I'm sorry, Sam.
It doesn't matter.
Let's just get outta here.
Come on, Beethoven.
Sam?
Sam, are you all right?
Yeah.
Can you climb up?
Yeah, l think so.
Keep Beethoven away
from the edge.
I don't want him to...
Sorry.
Yeah, no problem.
Uh...
Just stay where you are.
L'll go find help.
Where am l supposed to go?
You and that dumb story
about my mother's shawl.
Now he's out there searching for
treasure again. Thanks a lot.
Hey, it's not my fault you can't
keep track of your own kid.
Hey, Beethoven.
Where's my dog?
Hey, it's not my fault you can't
keep track of your own dog.
Let's go!
Hello? Anybody up there?
Help!
This is stupid,
nobody can hear us.
What is it, boy?
What have you found?
Oh, it's just an old bone.
That must be him.
That's Patrick O'Malley.
What's in there, Beethoven?
Stupid bats,
get out of here!
Okay.
Let's just stay calm.
I mean, how hard can it be
to find a 1 45 pound dog,
and 1 0-year-old kid carrying
a 200-year-old shawl?
We wouldn't be looking at all
if it weren't for you
bringing up all that
buried treasure crap again.
I'm sorry, but what
is your problem
with your kid having a little
bit of fun in his life?
I don't have a problem with him
having a little bit of fun.
I have a problem
with him doing all these
dangerous things,
maybe getting himself hurt.
Or even worse.
I just can't risk
losing him too.
I'm sorry. l just didn't think that...
Oh, you have cell service?
Yes? Mom?
It's about your son.
Looks kinda scary.
You go first.
You really need to lay
off the dog treats.
Beethoven.
That's the way out.
Spiders?
I'm not scared of spiders.
Beethoven,
please tell me
there's nothing on me.
Run! Let's get out of here!
Come on, Beethoven!
Pick up the pace!
Ew.
This is gross.
If you tell anybody about
me being scared of spiders,
l'll never talk to you again.
Come on.
Gotcha.
That's the dog.
You were right, Sir.
Of course l was.
And now let us go fishing
and get rid of this glitch,
once and for all.
Drive!
So much for buried treasure.
Wish Il'd never seen
this stupid map.
Wait a minute.
Whoa!
This is it.
Double whoa.
Come on, Beethoven. Come on.
Almost there.
Come on. Come on, boy.
Well, don't just
stand there. Help me.
Come on, dig.
Come on.
Come on, dig.
Sam!
Beethoven. Sam!
Sam!
Beethoven.
Okay, we'll find him.
Beethoven! Oh... Sam.
Eddie?
l'm down here.
Are you okay?
Yeah... Yeah. l'm fine.
Yeah, l'm okay.
Ah!
I'm okay.
And l think l know
where they went.
Dig. Dig, dig. Dig!
Keep digging, Beethoven.
I know it's down here
somewhere.
I just know it.
Did you hear that?
Listen.
ls it? ls that...
lt is!
Beethoven, look! We found the
treasure of Patrick O'Malley.
Well, you're half right.
You've found the treasure.
But now,
it's the treasure of Fritz
Bruchschnauser.
This is so exciting.
You can't do this.
Oh, you'd be surprised
of what it is l can do.
You know that
idiotic dog of yours
has given me a lot of trouble.
So l feel it's only fair that l leave
this town with a little something.
Don't you?
Now,
let us see.
Oh!
Yes!
Ooh!
What is it that you
Americans say? Jackpot!
That's what they say!
That's what they say!
Wait, wait, wait, wait, and wait.
Quiet. Shh.
- We are out in the open.
- Close the lid.
Go, go, go.
I win.
I'm the winner.
Good.
Nice doing business
with you, boy.
Oh.
Here is a doubloon for your troubles.
This isn't fair.
L found that treasure.
You know, you should thank me
for teaching you a
valuable lesson so young.
Life is not fair.
Bye-bye.
Oh, yeah? l'll show him fair.
Well, what about
the rest of the plan, sir?
Oh, the rest of the
plan is officially canceled.
Okay, let's go.
Where
should we go next?
Ooh.
Mexico has some lovely
old Aztec ruins
that we could sell
to the tourists.
S, Seor Bruchschnauser.
What? What are you saying?
Nothing. Nothing, sir. Good.
Keep quiet.
Oh! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!
Oh, no. No.
Spiders!
Get it off! Get if off!
Stop. Stop.
Ls it off? ls it off?
It was just a couple
of spider webs.
God, you're worse than Sam.
Beethoven!
Hey, buddy, where's Sam?
Sam? Sam?
Don't worry, we'll find him.
We'll find him.
Where are we going, boy? Oh!
Put that lovely box
onto the boat. Down below.
And Simon, prepare to set sail.
We leave in five minutes.
Yes, sir.
Call me "Captain!"
Oh, great.
Roger. You're clear.
Hey!
Where do you think
you're going?
Oh, look what we have here.
A stowaway.
- Oh, excuse me!
- Excuse us!
l'm sorry.
Happy birthday!
Do you think he really
knows where Sam is?
Oh, yeah.
Either that or
a truckload of dog food
just drove through town.
We're set to go, sir.
What did l tell you?
Captain. Good.
What are we gonna do about him?
Who cares about him?
Looks like a good swimmer.
Maybe when we
get far enough out,
we can toss him
overboard and find out?
Time to go. Yes, sir.
What? Good. Captain.
You won't get away with this.
Oh, people like you
always say that,
people like me always do.
Ooh!
Don't lose the scent.
Come on.
Wait, that's
Bruchschnauser's boat.
You don't think he has anything
to do with this, do you?
Hey.
Oh!
No!
No!
Ugh! Yuck!
Oh, my...
What is going...
Oh!
Abandon ship!
l can't swim!
Hey, Beethoven.
Help me!
l can't swim.
Catch!
Simon!
Simon.
- Mr. Bruchschnauser!
- Help me!
Thank you!
That's it. That's it.
Follow the sound of my voice, sir.
Can you hear me?
Mom!
Okay,
l'm right here, sir.
Captain, sir.
Captain Bruchschnauser.
l'm right here, sir.
Are you okay?
Over here, just reach, sir!
l thought you couldn't
do that jump anymore, huh?
Maybe this time
he had a reason?
Get me up. You idiot!
I can't reach it...
All right, let's move.
There it is.
That's my boat.
Affirmative, Unit four.
We need all
the handcuffs you can get.
And he stole
my helicopter.
And my private jet.
Don't touch me!
And my Rover.
Right around the side there.
Hold it right there.
Run! Wait!
No, no, no, no, no.
This way. Over the side!
No, no.
l'm innocent.
And my entire wardrobe.
Who are you?
I am Fritz Bruchschnauser.
The real Fritz Bruchschnauser.
So who's that?
He's an imposter.
His name is Howard Belch.
And he's not even German!
See? Dad was right all along.
Yes, he was.
Hey, hey! Wait a minute!
That treasure chest is mine!
My men pulled it out
of the ground!
Your men pulled it out
of O'Malley ground.
And according to the
original town document,
which l just happen
to have at the museum,
as long as there's an
O'Malley, it belongs to him.
We'll see about that!
Simon, call my lawyers.
Shut up, Howard.
You're wrong, Mom.
This stuff doesn't
belong to me.
What do you mean, Sam?
It belongs to the whole town.
We should use it to help
O'Malley's Cove.
What do you think?
I have the greatest
son in the world.
So, you'll come back to O'Malley's
Cove sometime, Mr. Thornton?
Will l come back?
Um...
l'm not sure
l really wanna leave.
Well, what about Hollywood?
I never really liked decaf
soy lattes that much anyway.
I just order them because
everybody else does.
But listen, if we really
wanna put O'Malley's Cove
back on its feet again,
we're gonna have
to do something
to let the whole world
know about this place.
We?
I wonder how
we're gonna do that.
Can l get a dolly
over here?
Okay.
Now remember,
the bad pirates are trying
to steal the treasure,
so you need
to protect it. Got it?
Okay, everybody.
Let's do this.
Let's make a movie.
Eddie Thornton.
Charlene, how many times
do l have to tell you,
we're not coming back?
That's right. Beethoven and l
are making our own movies now.
With a little help
from our friends.
All right, people. Let's move it.
Places, everybody.
Pirates, thank you
very much. Okay.
Let's get our butts in gear.
Come on!
Ahoy there, lad.
Looks good. l definitely wanna
come in for a little more.
And here's your coffee,
Mr. Thornton.
Uh, regular,
just the way you like it.
Hmm. Mmm-hmm.
We're gonna be in the movies.
Thanks, Grandpa.
What'd you say, Sam?
Nothing.
Never mind.
Let's roll it.
Beethoven's Treasure.
Scene one, take one.
Off the set.
Get off the set!
And...
Action!
Action!
Quiet on the set.
And action!