Wishbone (1995) s01e09 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 take.
Sniffing out adventure
with Wishbone on the trail.
Come on Wishphone.
Watch the story, Wishbone.
Watch the story Wishbone.
Watch the story, Wishbone.
Watch the story, wish phone.
Watch the story, Wishbone.
Watch the story, Wishbone.
Oh, chase cats.
Oh, hey.
Hello, trying to sleep.
Hello, trying to sleep.
Here you go, Wishbone.
No, thanks.
Sleepy, not thirsty.
And now if you two will kindly excuse me.
I believe I hear a chair calling my name.
I have to go into work for a while, Joe.
Did you make any plans for today?
Not yet. Saman was talking about a
street hockey game down by the park.
Oh.
Well, just make sure you straighten
your room before you leave the house.
Mom, it's Saturday. Can I do it tomorrow?
Well, what about your social
studies paper? Isn't it due Monday?
Yeah, I guess so.
Well, when are you going to do that?
Tomorrow.
Well?
Joe, you can't put everything
off until tomorrow.
Have you even started the paper?
No.
What's the subject?
We're supposed to write about
something our grandparents had
that we wish was still around today.
Oh.
Did you pick a topic?
No.
Well, what about this?
They're closing the old Hobrock plant.
Nah.
It's supposed to be something
that we wish was still around.
So you got any better ideas?
No, not really. I can't
think of anything.
Oh, there's my backpack.
Excuse me, Wishbone.
Excuse me, did I live a wake-up call?
Hey, after you straightened up your room,
why don't you come down to the
library and do some research?
I love you. I'll see you later.
Bye.
Hey, want to help me clean up?
Hmm.
What you work?
or sleep. Let me do some
deep thinking about this.
Nope, I thought about it. I choose
the nap. Wake me when you're finished.
Give me a dog's life any day.
A dog's life indeed.
Ah, lovely. Nothing like a good nap.
The kind of nap old Rip
Van Winkle used to take.
Rip originated the power nap and remains
the patron saint of slackards everywhere.
Rip Van Winkle was written in
1819 by Washington Irving, one
of America's first great authors.
Rip Van Winkle lived in colonial America,
just before the Revolutionary War.
He was a simple, good-natured
man, loved by everyone in town.
He'd sometimes help the ladies with
odd jobs that their husbands ignore.
Thank you for fixing the door, Rip.
It's long needed attention.
Rip made toys for the children and taught
them to fly kites and shoot marbles.
They were always delighted
with his stories and
playful antics.
Nary a dog would bark at him.
And he loved sharing hours
of sleepy conversation
with friends at the King George Inn.
We've not seen the likes of this
since the days of Peter Stuyvesant.
What think he ripped Van Winkle?
But Rip most enjoyed, avoiding the chores
that Dame Van Winkle had planned for him
by escaping to hunt in nearby mountains.
The Catskills.
Poorly named.
Cats do not have skills.
Red and Rico!
Did you hear that?
Whoa.
Hmm.
Strange-looking fellow.
Let's see.
Clos were a tad out of style.
Big beard, bushy eyebrows, heavy set.
Nope, nobody I know.
Should I be scared?
So, uh, need a little help luggin'
the old refreshments up to a party, huh?
Well, it just so happens that I have
some time on my, uh, well, hands.
Lead on.
I was actually going to
take the small one, but
Okay. So, what's your name?
Hey, uh, where are we going?
Hey, uh, what's in the keg?
Do you think I asked too many questions?
Have you always been this talking of?
Wow.
You hear that? Sounds like rain.
Great. I've had more satisfying
conversations with a fire hydrant.
Well, Stranger, I was glad to
help out, but I really need to
Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!
Whoa!
That wasn't thunder I heard.
It was the sound of bowling balls!
Oh!
Hey, this is great! Must be League Night!
Okay, I'll stick around
for one game, but then I
Was it something I said?
What?
Guys? Gentlemen?
Huh? Huh? What's that?
Let's go with Spone.
You bet. Go where?
Ooh, sunshine in a bench.
Looks like I might have my nap after all.
I'm assuming that was an accident.
Now wait here. I won't be long.
Never fear. While I'm on going.
the perimeter is secure.
Well, I bet you're waiting
on somebody now, aren't you?
Have we met, madam?
You know, I had a little fellow who'd
wait for me when I was a young girl.
Little fella?
He'd sit out here just
as long as it took.
for me to find just the right book.
What a nice lady.
Well, enjoy your trip
to the library, ma'am.
Oh, good.
Good morning.
I just stopped in to see the library.
I wanted to see if it had changed as
much as everything else in this town has.
Hard to believe.
This is where I used
to come every Saturday.
Oh, how long ago is that?
Goodness!
Must have been over 50 years ago.
Oh, my.
I left Oakdale 40 years ago to
practice medicine in Chicago.
I thought it was high
time I revisited my roots.
Well, welcome back.
And feel free to look
around as long as you like.
Dr. Brown.
Thelma Brown.
It's a pleasure to meet you, Dr. Brown.
I'm Ellen Talbot, and I hope
your visit's very special.
Oh, thank you, Ellen.
I'm sure it will be.
I'm sure it will be.
I'm guessing that's your
dog out by the front door.
Yes, ma'am.
Looks like a keeper.
It sure is.
Yeah, cats skills.
All right, boys, watch and learn.
Woohoo!
Another strike!
Hey, loosen up, guys.
You look like you've been rolling
gutter balls all afternoon.
What's the matter?
Cat skills got your tongue?
Ooh.
Tough crowd.
Okay, then.
Drinks for everybody.
Come on over.
Step right up, gentlemen.
No need to be shy.
There's plenty to go around.
Ha ha ha ha ha.
This stuff looks good.
I think I'll sample a wee bit
of this strange brew myself.
Mmm.
Mm-mm.
Tasty. I like it.
Got to remember to get the
recipe before I go home.
Well, enough of this.
Let's get back to the game.
All right, if we got
Whoa!
Hey, all of a sudden, I
feel strange, really
sleepy.
And so, Rip fell fast to sleep.
And so, Rip fell fast to sleep.
Dr. Brown. What a pleasant surprise.
It certainly is, Ellen, more
surprising than you know.
Oh?
Finally.
Something in this town
that hasn't changed much.
I grew up in this very house.
I grew up in this very house.
So you remember the Gilmore family?
Oh, I remember the Gilmore as well.
You say Wanda still lives there?
Mm-hmm.
Ha!
The last time I saw her, she
was just a little toddler.
You know, we'll have to call her
over to visit before you leave.
You know, Joe, seeing Wishbone
at the library this morning
reminded me of my old dog champion.
Well, it's unlikely he
was quite as handsome.
But now I know who buried
those prehistoric soup bones
in the backyard. Cream or sugar?
Little sugar, please.
I suppose Oakdale's changed
quite a bit in 40 years.
Everything's different.
Well, I hardly recognize
anything downtown.
But this house, it's like
it was frozen in time.
Oh, I was so glad to see
the green trim outside.
Just like it looked when
my parents moved in.
And this is the dining
room, lots of space,
beautiful living area,
and the studies in here.
Did your folks build the house?
Yes.
I believe it was built 1919,
the same year I was born.
My father was the
architect, and he designed
everything, even the
stained glass windows.
And this is
The chair.
This is my favorite room.
Me too.
I used to curl up in the big
chair and just read and daydream
and imagine that I was the hero
in each of those wonderful books.
I like this woman's style the
moment I laid eyes on her.
Ellen, do you think I could go
upstairs and look at my old room?
Oh, of course.
And I better know
exactly which one it was.
Right this way.
As we walk up the stairs, please
notice the fine wood paneling left.
and right, all original I might
add, and this is the bedroom.
Joe, dirty clothes. Pick them up.
Thank you.
I might have known you'd
have my old room, Joe.
So what do you think?
Pretty cozy, isn't it?
Yeah, I like it a lot.
I like what you've done with the place.
Have you found the secret hiding place?
Secret hiding place?
Secret hiding place?
Secret hiding place?
Unless they've fixed it,
that board comes out.
I used to hide all my treasures there,
especially the ones I didn't
want my brother Robert to find.
Go here, check it out.
This one?
Oh, that secret hiding place!
Ha ha ha ha ha!
You know, I knew this was here all along.
I just wanted you to
find it for yourself.
It seems stuck.
Oh, here it comes.
Ah, treasure.
Looks dangerous. You go first.
There doesn't seem to
be anything in there.
I may have cleaned it out long ago.
Hello?
Wait a minute. I smell something.
Oh, excuse me.
I think I feel something.
Wow! It's a it's a a something.
Nothing.
A marble and a bald bearing?
The one with the swirls is lovely glassy.
And this is my prize steely shooter.
Cool.
Marvel's were our video games, Joe.
They just like today.
We had to shoot straight, but we
got to keep everything we hit.
I won hundreds of marvels
with this little gym.
Life wasn't any less
exciting back then, Joe.
Just different.
Looking at those marvels makes me think
of something I hadn't thought of in years.
What's that?
A time capsule.
I wonder if it's still there.
What time capsule?
Oh.
Oh.
Goodness, that must have
been about 1929, 1930.
My brother Robert and I put
everything in a little metal box
and buried it between
two trees out front.
What'd you put in it?
Just little things we
had around the house.
I don't remember anything in particular.
It might be fun to see what
I really did put in that box.
Well, let's find.
it.
I'm up for a treasure, huh?
Buried treasure?
You're going to need someone who can dig.
Let me see.
Who can I think of?
Oh, me!
It might be hard.
The trees are different now.
It's been hard.
The trees are different now.
It's been too long.
She probably feels a little lost.
How could we help her?
Hey, maybe Whispone can help.
I don't know, a lot of
years have passed, Joe.
Years pass.
That's what happened to Rip Van Winkle.
He took a nap for 20 years!
What?
Huh?
Where am I?
Ooh, my head.
Did I sleep in the mountains all night?
Oh, boy.
I'm in Dame Van Winkle.
Dog House now.
Where is everybody?
Hello!
Hello!
Guess the bowling team's left.
They didn't even leave a trophy.
Worse, they stole my
rifle and left this worm-e
and left this worm-eaten
rusty excuse for a firearm.
Oh, boy.
Hmm, guess I better get back to town.
What am I going to tell Dame Van Winkle?
So,
Rip Van Winkle returned to town,
but the place had a strangely
different look to it.
Okay, everyone, you can
stop worrying I'm back!
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha.
Hmm, it's funny.
I don't recognize any of these people.
Old man's got a funny beard,
and old man's got a funny beard.
Beard?
I don't have a beard.
My face is a little scratchy.
Ooh.
Hmm.
What?
Hey, you stop that.
What is going on around here?
I know.
Everybody's probably over
at the King George Inn.
Remember Bunker Hill,
the heroes of 76, the
freedoms we have won.
What's all this then?
Elect me to Congress,
and I will preserve the
liberties that this flower.
stands for.
Whose flag is that?
Here now, friend.
Why do you carry a rifle on election day?
Election day?
Yes, are you a federal or Democrat?
Neither. I'm a poor fellow from this town
and a loyal subject of King George III.
Oops, wrong answer.
He's a Tory, a spy, traitor.
Away with this refugee, hang him.
Quiet, quiet, silence, I say.
Sir, you say that you are
a native of this town.
Whom do you know?
Well, Nicholas Vedder will speak for me.
Fedder died 18 years ago.
Then Van Brummel the schoolmaster.
He was a general in the war,
and now sits in Congress.
Oh, come, come. Everyone in this
town must know me. I'm really.
Van Winkle.
Can this be happening?
Last night, I slept in the mountains,
and today my brain is addled.
Everything is changed.
Have I gone crazy?
The yard seems changed.
There are more trees now.
This paid circle wasn't
here when I was a girl.
That house wasn't built either.
I simply can't remember which two trees
the boxes buried between.
Maybe they cut them down years ago.
David's got an idea, Dr. Brown.
Good.
Oh, these are my friends,
David and Samantha.
I'm pleased to meet you.
Hi. This shouldn't take long.
Ha! Look, found it already.
I don't think so.
I happen to know there's a perfectly
good chewbone buried there.
Are you, sir?
Look, the signal is definitely Mattel.
Hey, my locker key.
Thanks for finding.
It's running it for me.
Yeah, these two trees
don't look old enough.
Hey, maybe which one's onto something?
Those two trees look old enough.
You're welcome to look, but I've
already checked out the area.
I said I've already checked out the area.
Oh, David.
Nothing.
What I tell you.
Everything's different.
Well, we could try a subterranean sonar.
Try what?
Subtraining sonar.
I could bring a device that would send
high-pitched sound waves into the ground.
With the right monitoring
gear, we'd be able to
see the relative size and
shape of any buried dog.
You could make something like that?
Sure. I think so.
There's gotta be an easier way.
Yeah.
Preferably something that doesn't
involve high-pitched sounds.
Ooh.
Huh?
Huh?
Hey.
Wait a minute.
Joe, you better get Wishbone.
Wishbone.
Wishbone.
Excuse me, Wanda?
Joe, what's he doing?
I don't know.
Wishbone, what are you doing?
Ah, don't worry. I'll get
to the bottom of this.
Ellen, he's up to something.
Yes, I know. I'm coming.
Your canine road, Otiller,
is destroying my lawn again.
Today, on digging up
your neighbor's yard,
I'm going to show you how to
unearth rare and precious objects.
My lovely assistant,
Wanda, has graciously,
out us to use her yard.
Oh, it's here, I know it's
here, I know it's here, it's
Bingo!
Is this it?
It's a little piece of the past, Joe.
Wanda, thanks for letting
us dig up your yard.
Oh, well, I guess it
served a higher purpose.
This box is in pretty good shape.
Well, my brother dipped
the whole thing in paraffin
to make it more waterproof.
You do the honors, Dr. Brown.
They're the marbles, Joe.
Oh, and there's a
picture of me and Champ.
Champ?
Where? Let me see. Let me see.
Ah, he's a handsome
devil. He shares my noble.
He shares my noble berry.
What is this?
What is this?
Oh, probably from the day
that we buried the box.
What was going on then?
Hey, Mom, it's the whole rock plant.
Oh, that was a big day in this town.
Well, you know, they're
closing it this month.
EPA violations.
Oh, what a shame.
A lot of our friends
worked at that plant.
So many stories in this box.
Hmm, stories.
A story from the past is
all Rip Van Winkle had.
Good people of this town.
I beg you.
I implore you to hear my tale.
After bowling with these
strange men, I took a drink.
I fell asleep.
And here I am today.
Quiet, Rip, this old man won't hurt you.
Rip?
You called your baby Rip?
What is your name, good one?
My woman?
Judith Garnier.
And your father's name?
Rip Van Winkle.
He went into the mountains 20
years ago and never came back.
I was a little girl then.
I was a little girl then.
Judith, where is your mother?
She died not long ago.
Judith, I am your father.
I'm Rip Van Winkle.
Peter.
I say Peter van der Donk.
You're the town historian.
Do you recognize
this man.
Well, let's see.
It's
Oh, my goodness.
It's
It's Rick Van Winkle!
Oh!
I said it's
And have you heard tales of strange men
bowling in the mountains?
Well, yes.
Legend has it.
The ghost of the old explorer,
Hendrik Hudson and his men.
Come back every 20 years
to look down on the river and
play nine pins.
You are my father.
Well, it's different, but it's home.
Have I ever told you
the story of the time
I played nine pins
with the ghosts of Hendrik
Hudson and his men?
Yes, but tell it again.
Well, okay.
While on one of my daily
sojourns up into the cat skills,
I happened to hear a
strange voice calling out.
Rip Van Winkle.
Scary, huh?
I'll do it again.
Rip and wrinkle!
Oh, just gives me shivers.
It was the most incredible thing.
You should have been there.
Oh
Here's an old program from an
Oakdale Oaks baseball game.
Oakdale had a baseball team?
Of course.
And every Friday night, my
father would take us to the
baseball game over at Legion Field.
I wish we had a baseball game together.
to go to every Friday night.
Yeah, me too.
Joe, there's your paper.
Does that mean I have to
go back to the library?
Library.
Uh-oh.
Time for a nap.
Excuse me, pardon me, coming through.
No, you've got your source right here.
You can interview Dr. Brown.
Can I?
That would be the highlight of my visit.
Ha ha ha ha ha!
Let's see.
What would be the worst thing
about sleeping for 20 years?
Couldn't eat?
Couldn't chase cats?
Ooh.
couldn't take up Wanda's yard.
Nope.
20 minutes should be just fine.
Ah.
It was not a typical night at the lanes.
Washington Irving wrote that Rip felt
a vague apprehension stealing over him.
No kidding.
He was surrounded by ghosts.
How did we make our
ghosts seem so ghost-like?
Aha!
the post-production sound department!
They and the camera crew created that odd
feeling described by Washington Irving.
For Ritt Van Winkle,
We recorded some of our effects
for the slow-mo scene, such as the
birds, at twice their normal speed,
which is 30 inches per second.
We then played them back at
15 inches per second, making
them sound like they're half
as fast as the original were.
Now I'm on top of sound!
Creepy!
That's enough to turn
any dog's beard white!
I don't know.