Wishbone (1995) s01e02 Episode Script

What's the story, Wishbone?
What's this your dreaming of?
Such big imagination
on such a little pub.
What's the story, Wishbone?
Do you think it's worth a look?
It kind of seems familiar
like a story from a book.
Shake a leg now, Wishbone.
Let's wag another time.
Tell, sniffing out adventure
with Wishbone on the trail.
Come on Wishbone.
What's the story, Wishbone?
Watch the story, Wishbone?
Watch the story, Wishbone?
What's the story, Wishbone?
Watch the story, Wishbone?
What's the story, Wishbone?
And now the little dog runs! Everybody!
Run!
You kids stay away from here!
You kids stay away from here.
Keep running!
Down the creek, down the creek, down
the creek, up the creek, up the creek!
Up the creek, off the creek!
Come on, come on, come on!
Okay, okay, we're cool,
everything's cool.
Everybody here? Nobody got sucked
into the grave or anything like that?
What do we do now?
I guess we just keep quiet
and see what happens.
What do you mean?
It's just an old grave.
If he's crazy enough to dig it up, I
don't want to be the one to stop him.
Well, we can't just forget about it.
I don't want someone
like that mad at me for
messing up his plants, whatever they are.
We can't.
I don't do anything else tonight.
I think we just sleep on it.
Oh yeah, like I'm gonna sleep?
Joe!
Mom!
Ellen!
Joe, I have been looking
for you everywhere.
You were supposed to be back before dark.
Where have you guys been?
We were just in the park.
We'd lost track of time.
Sorry, Mom.
Sam and David, your parents
are looking for you too.
Come on, let's all go home.
I'm glad you're okay.
You really gave me a scare.
What about me, Ellen?
Did you worry about me?
And which one must be hungry?
I love this woman.
Always thinking.
Hey, Joe, you okay?
Some day, huh?
Good night, Joe.
So, did you find an adventure today?
Well, I found something.
Sort of.
What did you
Sort of find?
Oh, nothing.
Just a man digging up a grave.
You know the non-name grave?
Oh, sure.
The mystery grave.
Sam David and I decided to check it out.
Ooh, is it spooky?
Well, actually, Mom, there
was this man digging it up,
and we spied on him,
and he chased us away.
What?
Some crazy guy was digging up the grave.
We could hear his shovel
scraping the coffin.
Wait a minute. You're
making this up, right?
You're just trying to
scare me, aren't you?
I know it sounds weird, but it's true.
He caught us spying because of
Wishbone, and he chased us away.
Actually, he was terrified of me.
I let him off easy.
We can go back tomorrow,
and I'll prove it to you.
Okay.
Well, I'll go.
And I'll get Wanda to come, too.
Do you think you can sleep now?
Sure.
Don't worry, Ellen.
I'll protect him.
Okay, good night.
You know, I love you, Joe.
Don't worry.
We'll go back tomorrow in broad
daylight, and everything will be fine.
I guess Wishbone's not too worried.
Who's worried?
Tom Sawyer had one worry.
Tom's dreams were haunted by the fear that
Crazy Joe would come back for revenge.
Who's there?
Oh, nobody.
I need to do something.
My paws are itchy.
Wait a minute.
Why am I digging here?
There's nothing here.
I need to dig out there.
On the other side of the fence,
where the real treasure is.
Huck, we're going to dig
for treasure, you and me.
Do you know who to dig?
Well, I've read all about it.
Whoa.
What do your books say?
Well, they say treasures
sometimes buried on islands,
but mostly it's buried under
the floor in haunted houses.
Who hides it?
Robbers. Who do you
think? School teachers?
All right, then. Where do we look?
In a haunted house.
You hug?
I'm scared.
Well, let's go upstairs and
look around before we did.
Hey, careful.
Hmm.
Not much to see.
Nothing to be scared off around here.
Oh.
S.
This ain't such a safe.
I reckon we ought to bury.
This ain't such a safe place for this.
I reckon we ought to bury it.
It's crazy, Joe.
I've hit something.
I've hit something.
I've hit something.
It's dark.
It's dark.
The bell gang must have left us here.
Well, now it's mine.
I guess you don't have to
hide here no more, Joe.
I reckon you can run
off any where you like.
I'll go after I've gotten my revenge.
You want me to bury it again?
Wait a minute.
Where these tools come from?
We can't bury it here.
Somebody's been poking around this place.
I'll take it to my den.
Number two spot under the cross.
All right, Joe.
Who do you think brought
those tools in here?
You think they're still around?
There's anyone up there?
Let him stay there.
All right.
Let's go.
We're gonna get that treasure, Hook.
Are you going crazy?
We're gonna track Crazy Joe and get it.
But how?
I'll come get you tomorrow.
Wait, no. I gotta go to Becky
Thatcher's picnic tomorrow.
Sorry, Hook.
I can't pass up the opportunity
for food and romance.
Right, Tom.
Day after tomorrow, Huck.
We'll be back on the scent.
Uh-oh. Wanda's here.
Um, whatever it is.
I didn't do it.
No one has ever been able to find out
the story behind the no-name grave.
The Historical Society has
collected a lot of anecdotes,
but they're all ghost stories.
No hard facts.
And no one has ever been
authorized to dig it up?
Oh, no.
The city thought it was
best to leave it alone.
The man we saw there definitely
did not want to be seen.
Well, let's find out what's going on.
Okay, let's go get David.
Don't worry, gang. If there's any trouble,
I'll be, I'll be, um, right behind you.
How do we get across this?
How do we get across this?
You can swim across, or you can walk.
You can walk.
Woo-hoo! Yeah!
One, two, three!
Ha-ha! Woo-hoo!
One, two, three!
This is how good.
Was it fun?
Did you like?
It was great.
Ready, set
Linda!
No!
No!
Let go!
Let's out!
Yes!
Woo-hoo!
Let go!
This
is
so exciting.
Who knows
what we'll find? Tom Sawyer
didn't know what he'd find at
Becky's picnic. Thanks for having
me to your picnic, Becky's picnic.
Tom, I don't mind telling you that
you're the bravest boy in the whole town.
She! Have you been in the cave before?
No.
Well, let's go.
Don't you think we ought to
be getting back now, Tom?
Um, yeah.
And, uh, let's go back this way.
Oh, no.
No, I mean, this way.
Oh, I know this shortcut, Becky.
It's right over here.
Or maybe not.
not. Well then. Are we
there yet? Tom, are we lost?
No. We just don't know
where we are. Exactly.
Tom? You! Tom!
Judge Thatcher! Have you seen Tom?
No. And I can't find Becky. She didn't
come home with the others from the picnic.
Where do you think
they could have got to?
I don't know. But I'm
organized in a search party.
Oh, thank you, Judge Thatcher.
Oh, that boy is going
to kill me with worry.
Tom, I'm too tired to move.
What, you asked Becky. I'll keep looking.
You reckon they sent
a search party by now?
Oh, maybe.
Help!
Help!
Help!
Help!
A light!
Hey! Over here!
Ah!
Tom, what was that?
Just vocalizing.
Okay, we gotta get out of here.
I've given a poke, Tom.
Becky, I've got some kite
string in my pocket. Take it.
You tie one end to me and
hold on to the other end.
And that way, no matter what, I'll
be able to find my way back to you.
Now, don't be scared!
Tom, be careful.
Thank you.
Becky, I can get us out of here!
Oh, my word.
Yep, that's an empty grave, all right.
I can't believe it.
Ah!
Ellen, you want to handle this?
Go away.
All of you.
Not until we find out
what you're doing here.
I've come back for what's mine.
What are you talking about?
Things in the grave.
I've come back for them, that's all.
There's a person buried here.
No, it's not like that.
The coffin wasn't for a person.
What was it for then?
It's a place for safekeeping.
I just can't get rid
of you people, can I?
I.
I might as well show you.
There was an immigrant family that came
to this country sometime in the 1840s.
They ended up here.
When Oakdale was barely Oakdale.
They tried to start a
farm, but it failed.
And they had failed.
to move on.
But before they did, they
buried their valuables.
Why would they bury their
valuables like that?
I always bury my valuables.
Makes perfect sense to me.
It was an act of faith.
You leave behind what you love
and you're bound to return to it.
They hoped to come back
and try the farm again.
But why make it look like a grave?
So that no one would disturb
it, not even by accident.
And they never made it back?
No.
But I did.
I'm their great-grandson, Simon Laslo.
How did you know about this place?
From a story that my parents
and my grandparents always told.
I decided to come back and see
if there was any truth to it.
I especially hope to find this.
Do you play?
I do.
I do.
Mr. Laslow, I'm Wanda Gilmore of
the Oakdale Historical Society,
and I hope you'll record this piece
of Oakdale History for our archives.
Yeah, now we have the real
story of the no-name grave.
Um, Mr. Laslo, we're having a
picnic in the park this afternoon.
It's kind of an annual
neighborhood event.
Would you please come and be our guest?
All right.
Great.
So the treasure has been retrieved.
Tom Sawyer found some treasure too.
Tom got himself and Becky home safe.
Crazy Joe wasn't so lucky.
Good afternoon, Miss Polly.
Judge Thatcher, good afternoon.
Tom.
I've come to tell you not to worry any
more about Crazy Joe coming after you.
We found him dead in the cave.
I reckon he had it come.
coming to him.
Won't you come in for a minute, Judge?
Well, thank you.
I believe I will.
I've got some unfinished
business in that cave.
I've got some unfinished
business in that cave.
I know.
Huck!
Huck, Fenn! I know where the treasure is!
What?
Huck!
It's in the cave!
Are you sure?
I know it!
I know it!
This is it, Huck.
This is it, Huck.
This is it. This is where I saw him.
It's a number two spot, Huck.
Marked by a cross, remember?
Help me dig!
We're rich, Huck! We're rich!
We're rich!
Mm-hmm!
Uh-uh!
Listen, everyone,
I have an announcement to make.
As we all know,
young Tom Sawyer and
young Huckleberry Finn
are now the richest people in town.
Tom here has his
Aunt Polly to guide him on
the path that he should go.
But Huck has no one.
So, Witter Douglas here has
decided to give Huck a proper home
and teach him how to be respectable.
So, Huckleberry Finn,
welcome to your new life.
After a few weeks of living a respectable
life, Huck couldn't take it anymore.
He disappeared from town,
and no one could find
you, except for Tom,
who knew where to look.
Huck? Huckleberry Finn, I know you're in
there. Now you come out and show yourself.
I won't be rich.
Now we'll live in them smothery houses.
I like these barrels just fine.
Blame it all. We were just having fun.
And this foolishness had to spoil it all.
Now we can't play robbers
or do anything fun.
Look at here, Huck Finn. Being rich ain't
going to keep me from turning robber.
You mean it, Tom. You mean we
ain't done with our adventures.
Never. Just come on back
to town with me. Okay?
Now, when do we turn robbers?
Well, we start tonight
at midnight, of course.
We'll call ourselves
the Tom Sawyer's gang.
Why not the Huffin Game?
This is where the story
of Tom Sawyer leaves off.
It doesn't really end. It just stops
for a while until the next story begins.
And now it's time for
the Wishbone floor show.
I'm going to clean up at this picnic.
Hi, Sam. Look it. Down here,
cute little dog, y-hoo!
Look, Dad, it's Wishbone.
When the cute angle fails,
you go for the guilt.
Oh, look! I'm just a
little hungry dog, and
you're the big human
hogging all the food.
You need something too, don't you?
Oh, yeah. Works every time.
Ah. David's fan.
I'll try the casual approach.
I'll pretend I'm
fascinated with the grass.
Hey, Wishbone. Come here.
Oh, who? Me? Are you talking to me?
Me? Okay.
Hi, guys. I'm not really
hungry or anything. I just
by to say hi. So let's give
Wishbone a taste of this.
Very tasty.
I think he likes it.
Emily, go easy. Don't pull on Wishbone's
tail like you did the other day.
Nice, Doggy. Nice, Emily.
No sudden moods, okay?
Well, this has been
lovely, but I gotta go.
Oh, thank you.
And now
for a real challenge.
This is picnic technique number three,
Shameless Stealing.
Mm-hmm.
Pineapple upside down.
That was lovely.
Thank you.
Push bar. Where did you bed?
At the buffet table.
Oh, squeaky book.
I can't leave this out in the open.
I just better put this someplace safe.
Come here.
If I could have everyone's
attention for a minute,
welcome to this year's picnic.
Every year we ask someone to talk a
little bit about the neighborhood.
This year, it's my neighbor
and dear friend, Ellen Talbot.
Ellen?
Wish me luck.
Thank you, Nathan.
Well, you all know me and my
son, Joe, and our daughter
I'm sure you've all fed
him at least once today.
Who told her that?
You know, on a day like this,
I look around at all of you
and I see stories.
And today we have a
new neighborhood story,
the real story of the no-name grave.
It was a family legend
that brought Mr. Laslo
to the no-name grave.
And a ghost story brought my
son and his friends there.
And then my son's story brought me there.
to different stories brought
us all to the same place.
That's what stories do.
They bring us to the same place.
And this neighborhood
is, well, it's our place.
It's just an ordinary neighborhood, but
it's the home of our stories.
You know, as Mark Twain said,
there is no such thing
as an uninteresting life.
Such a thing as an impossibility.
possibility. Beneath the dullest exterior,
there is a drama, a comedy, a tragedy.
I may look like an ordinary dog with
an ordinary fleet, but beneath my fur,
I've got a hundred store.
Woo-hoo!