Eerie, Indiana: The Other Dimension (1998) s01e12 Episode Script
Mr. Lucky
1
I do solemnly swear that everything
I am about to tell you is true.
A spill of weirdness from
another dimension turned my
hometown into the center of
weirdness for the entire universe.
Don't believe me? Just watch.
A famous playwright once
said that each of us, face to
face with other men, is
clothed with some sort of dignity.
At the world of stuff, that
concept is not always a lie.
Here we are gentlemen, two
Tom Turkey Open Face specials.
One extra gravy, one cranberry madness.
Enjoy.
As a matter of fact, I've
always considered Turkey
special day at the world
of stuff to be a celebration.
A festival, if you will.
Hey, a kid.
A weirdness.
Yeah, you.
Look like you know your
way around the butter ball.
Well, Stanley and me come here quite a bit.
Did you eat that whole Turkey by yourself?
Every bite.
I'd have gotten sick.
I guess I'm just lucky.
How about you kid?
You're lucky.
How about you?
Oh, how about a wee pull of the wishbone?
That's kid stuff.
Oh, afraid of a bit of healthy competition.
All right, all right.
Mitchell's not afraid of nothing.
Stanley, that's not entirely true.
Well, come on then.
Who knows, maybe you'll get a lucky break.
On the count of three,
you just give it a pull.
One.
Two.
Three.
Three.
What are you laughing about?
He's the lucky one.
That's right.
I haven't told Taylor.
That's the one million
customer here in all the stuff.
You are the lucky winner of our free
Turkey dinner every week for a whole year.
Congratulations.
It's your wishbone stuff really works.
Oh, you haven't seen anything.
Get used to it, kid.
I just won Mr. Crawford's contest,
and I should have been feeling good.
Instead, my spider sense
was tingling a mile a minute.
How could I know that I just
won more than Turkey dinners?
I'd won a three-course
blue-plate special of weirdness.
It's not every day you win the eerie
poultry world's most coveted prize.
I couldn't wait to tell my folks.
Of course, as usual, they had
some surprises of their own for me.
We've been waiting for you, then, man.
I'd better be going.
You should hear this too.
This came in the mail today.
Your report card?
Well, look, I can't switch.
Straight A's.
I don't know how you did it,
son, but we are so proud of you.
I think this calls for a celebration.
What do you say we
take our scallor on a trip to
Erieland for a double long
ride on the Ring of Fire?
Wow!
Thanks, guys.
Hi, myself.
We heard about the
report card, and we were
wondering if you could
help us with our homework.
I guess you can never
tell when you're going
to run face-first into
a streak of good luck.
When I hit this one, I
sure wasn't ready for it.
All I knew was I was enjoying it big time.
Oh, I see.
Thank you.
That's strange.
My great-uncle, Samuel, Doug.
Well, funny thing is, they just read his
will, and he left everything he had to you.
To me?
He never even met me.
$3,000 in a brass cat sculpture.
I always like that cat sculpture.
Carrie!
Someone at the door for you?
I'm not here!
It's fair!
I'm here!
Mitchell, I'll be back in one minute.
If this connects, call me.
Uh, Mitchell Taylor.
Well, Mitchell, you're ready to give me the
answer to the money question of the day?
You see, it isn't my phone call.
It's my sister's awful getter.
Sorry, son.
It's got to be the person
on the line when I pick up.
You've got 10 seconds to name the
three most requested songs on WYRD radio.
Well, I don't know that.
Hey, I guess.
Maybe you'll get lucky.
Come on!
Time's ticking down!
Three seconds!
Two seconds!
One!
Pub goes the Weasel stairway to
Heaven and Celeste Iita from Arbrieta.
Wow, how was some lucky guess?
You just won an all-expense
paid trip to the Russian Riviera.
Mitchell, somebody will contact you later
with the details of your dream vacation.
Thanks.
Mitchell
Once again, that was Lucky
Mitchell Taylor, who just
won the money question of
the day here on Radio W1.
You stole my prize!
So there it was out in the front porch
from the prize patrol drove up, right?
And they were like, what's your name?
So I was like, well, I don't know.
Cause I didn't know it entered
the contest in the first place, right?
I figured at first that being the
luckiest guy in town would be pretty cool.
But I had turned into a luck magnet.
Every available bit of
luck in the vicinity was
drawn towards me as if
by some unexplained force.
Being lucky was great, but sometimes it's
possible to get too much of a good thing.
Especially when you're
getting everybody else's too.
Stanley, I've got major problems.
We have to talk.
Not now, Mitch.
I got it.
Is it Crawford? I know it.
Alrighty. Guess away.
3,400 and 77.
I got it, didn't I?
Did I get it?
Not even close.
Stanley, I'm trying to tell
you that I'm in trouble here.
Anything good that can
happen to me is happening.
Got a terminal case of good luck.
I think you're exaggerating.
I mean, no one can have that much luck.
Oh, yeah? Watch this.
Mr. Crawford.
My guess is that there are
4,672 jelly beans in this jar.
How did you, uh, do that?
Just lucky, I guess.
Do you know what I mean?
Me, Mitchell.
Do you know what this means?
It means I'm drowning in good luck.
No, what it means is that we
can rule the world with your luck.
And my greed.
We can go into the lottery business.
And then a couple of fake mustaches.
Some doctorate ID.
Yeah, yeah.
We can run out for our winnings in Vegas.
That's not what we can do.
We must not quickly.
Stanley!
I'm missing the point.
My life's been trashed ever
since I won that wishbone pole.
Somehow that guy must
have done something to me.
We have to find him and make
him take his good luck back.
That might be hard.
Not for the luckiest kid near me.
Todd McLachlan.
It seemed my impossible luck was holding.
Todd lived in a ritzy house
in the best part of Erie.
Only problem was, when we
got there, it had burned down.
But as luck would have it, Todd's
neighbors directed us to his new address.
It was about as far away from the
best part of Erie as you could go.
Oh, you.
No matter time.
Alright, come on in then.
It's been trying to put a picture up.
I hit the same finger three times.
Bad luck.
Yeah, it is, isn't it?
We, uh, heard about
your house burning down.
Not that place.
It's too big for me to keep up anyway.
Lost the house, the car.
Investments all went bad.
It's all gone.
You don't sound too broken up about it.
Are you joking?
I'm loving it.
Until the other day, I was
the luckiest fellow in Erie.
But all of that's changing now, hasn't it?
Now I can't catch a break to save my life.
So, you like having bad luck?
No, I've never thought
how born it might be.
To win every game you've ever played.
To always be in the right
place at the right time.
Well, it's enough to make you crazy.
I'm beginning to understand that.
You know, I think you did something to me.
Somehow you gave me your luck.
What?
What?
What?
Which one game thing?
No, no.
You won that far and square.
No, I didn't ask for this luck.
And I want you to take it back.
What'd you relax?
There's loads of people
that killed me in your shoes.
Well, I don't want them
and you can take them back.
Sorry, you're stuck with it.
Now if you'll excuse me,
I've got a picture to hang.
You know, you're not
going to get away with this.
I'm going to make you take that luck back.
What are you going to do? Sue me?
You don't have to exact it.
As bizarre as it sounded,
Todd's suggestion
seemed like the only
way out of this dilemma.
Luckily, my civics class was
studying small claims court that week.
Even luckier was the fact they
needed a test case to study.
And that mine was chosen.
And a fan of the plaintiff
will approach the bench.
Sure, I'd been lucky so far.
But something told me that
Todd wasn't going to give up easily.
To win this case, it
would take more than luck.
It might take a miracle.
In Northern town, but Erie,
could someone win a dumb
wishbone but would become
the luckiest kid in town?
And in Northern town, could
that person find themselves
in a vicious court battle
to win their old life back?
Unfortunately, I was in
that town, and I was that kid.
That doesn't look good, Mitch.
Jerry's already leaning
toward the other side.
The defendant will please tell
the court why he is nursing his foot.
Oh, yes, Your Honor.
I was chasing the fellas
that were towing my car
away when I started to
be chased by a dog myself.
So what I did was I jumped
on top of a milk truck.
What the milk truck got in an accident
tonight, I was thrown over a bridge.
But I'll be fine. I will be fine.
This is the moment I've
been waiting for, Mitch.
My degree from the Perry Mason Correspondent
School of Laws, I'm about to be tested.
Your Honor, this man's bad
luck's sad though it may be.
Only supports my client's contention.
The Todd didn't pass off his own
incredible good luck to my client.
Thereby, post-hoc-deproc, ruining his
Mr. Taylor, there are
those in the court today
who find it difficult to
believe that luck exists.
Could you tell us, in
your own words, what's
been happening to you
over the last few days?
Well, I won the Turkey Special
Contest, and the jelly bean count.
I inherited $3,000 in a
brass cat sculpture, and
I won the eerie lottery
without even entering.
Yeah, and then I found this
really, excuse me, objection.
Although the boys had
a fortunate few days,
that does not prove
some supernatural power.
Agreed, Councillor.
Mitchell, do you think you can give
us any demonstration of this luck?
Uh, yeah, I guess.
Alrighty, Mitchell, I'm thinking
of a number between one and
Correct.
Lucky guess.
Hold it!
That's not so lucky.
Very well.
Mitchell, could you tell me how
much change is in the judge's pocket?
I guess it would be one
quarter, and the date on it is 1962.
Lucky guess.
Yes.
Mr. Taylor, do you have any
reason to believe that your
son has been cursed with
an unnatural amount of luck?
Well, I don't think
cursed would be the word.
But you have noticed he's become
luckier over the last few days.
You can say that again.
I don't think I've ever seen anyone with
such a streak, and it's just not natural.
Yeah, thank you, Mr. Taylor.
Your witness, Councillor.
Hi.
Mr. Taylor, do you believe that luck
can be passed like the common cold?
No, of course not. I'm a scientist.
Of course.
Um, so, what was it exactly that made you?
Did you say Mitchell had become
luckier these last few days?
Well, there's a few things.
Well, one thing he snatched an
inheritance right from under my nose.
He did not.
I love that cat.
And another thing, he stole his
sister's prize from the radio station.
He even won a citation
from the Erie Nuclear
League that my wife
was supposed to get.
So, if you don't believe
in luck per se, then that
means that these incidents were
more display of I don't know.
Selfishness?
Yeah.
You know what?
That's just what I would say.
Yeah.
Now, taking everything that
everybody else could have
had a chance at, I think,
is pretty darn selfish.
Sorry, son.
Mr. Hope.
It's my understanding that you were
actually present during the wishbone pool.
Uh, uh, yeah, that's right.
That guy tricked my
friend into doing some
stupid contests and stuck
him with his dumb luck.
You know, you'd think a boy like you would
be happy for a friend who was so lucky.
Yeah, it's just he hasn't done
anything for me with all his good fortune.
Really? Nothing at all?
I have one little request,
one simple little request.
A couple of lottery tickets parlayed
into a killing on the stock market.
All's I need to stay for my empire!
And will we do it?
Not on your life.
What kind of a friend is that?
Not much of a friend.
Tell the truth.
Mitchell won that wishbone
pool fair and square, didn't he?
Yeah.
Yeah, he did!
It was all in the open up!
Mitchell won that ball
pool fair and square!
Defense and rest, you're on it.
Oops.
Things don't look so good, Mitch.
Things don't look so good.
Sure I had won the wishbone
competition fair and square.
But how?
How do you beat the luckiest guy in Erie?
That's when it hit me.
Are you okay?
How much did you get in there anyway?
Enough.
Hey.
My captain became a rock!
What are we looking for?
The evidence that will
prove Todd has cursed
me with the best luck
anyone could ask for.
I know you got some angle figure.
Whatever it is, forget about it, alright?
Don't be sticking me with the good luck.
Why not?
You did it to me.
I've had it on me in life!
As long as I can remember,
people have resented me.
That's the first time
anyone's ever really liked me.
Did you not see the faces
of those people in the jury?
They didn't like you.
They felt sorry for you.
There's a big difference.
Maybe if you tried sharing your luck,
people would appreciate you more.
Your honor!
If the plate is finished
with his stalling
tactics, may we please
proceed with the verdict?
Not so fast.
Your honor, my client has
provided me with fresh evidence.
Which I believe will
turn the tide of this case.
The plate if calls Todd
McLachlan to the stand.
I don't like the idea of this.
That's it.
Comfy?
Mr McLachlan, did you in fact enter into a
wishbone pole competition with my client,
Mitchell Taylor?
Well, I might have.
Yes, I did.
Yes, sure.
Well then, you should have no
difficulty recognizing this thing.
Yes!
Your honor, I would like
to enter into evidence.
Exhibit A, or more accurately, the
part of the poultry of the first part.
Chicken bone?
Turkey bone.
I've never seen that before in my life.
Oh, I think you have.
Todd McLachlan is that not the
very bone used in the wishbone
pole competition between you
and my client, Mitchell Taylor.
Your honor, he's badgering the witness.
I think that a forensic
examination of the aforementioned
ossius tissue will reveal
that one end of that bone,
the end that you were holding, Mr McLachlan,
has been sawed almost clean through.
I think you will agree,
your honor, that this
confirms the unlawful
transfer of good fortune.
And I firmly believe that
the jury has no other option
but to support the transfer of
the said luck back to the original.
Alright, I just couldn't take it anymore.
I didn't want to be the fellow that
everybody handed things to in life.
I didn't want to be the
fellow that everyone resented.
I sure didn't want to be the fellow
that got up here and confessed.
Bad luck.
I'm sorry for sticking
you with the luck, kid.
If you don't want it, I'll take it.
I want big time.
That's it?
That's it?
That's it.
Oh, that feels better.
Oh, my back's been bothering me all week.
You know, this might turn
out to be better anyway.
You know, I haven't won a lottery all week.
I was afraid of my cap to go find a job.
Look at this.
A lottery ticket.
What do you want to bet? It's a winner.
Maybe I didn't even try
to share it at this time.
You think I'll win the lottery, Mitch?
Let's put it this way.
I wouldn't bet against him.
I'm sorry I got mad at you, too.
I don't worry about it.
I'm just glad that
everything's back to normal
and everyone's got their
own share of luck back.
You know.
You could have bought a couple of
lottery tickets before you gave it back.
Who says that I didn't?
I guess when you get
down to it, having all good
luck can sometimes be
worse than having all bad luck.
One thing I've learned, though, is
it's best not to trust and luck at all.
It's best if you make your own.
I do solemnly swear that everything
I am about to tell you is true.
A spill of weirdness from
another dimension turned my
hometown into the center of
weirdness for the entire universe.
Don't believe me? Just watch.
A famous playwright once
said that each of us, face to
face with other men, is
clothed with some sort of dignity.
At the world of stuff, that
concept is not always a lie.
Here we are gentlemen, two
Tom Turkey Open Face specials.
One extra gravy, one cranberry madness.
Enjoy.
As a matter of fact, I've
always considered Turkey
special day at the world
of stuff to be a celebration.
A festival, if you will.
Hey, a kid.
A weirdness.
Yeah, you.
Look like you know your
way around the butter ball.
Well, Stanley and me come here quite a bit.
Did you eat that whole Turkey by yourself?
Every bite.
I'd have gotten sick.
I guess I'm just lucky.
How about you kid?
You're lucky.
How about you?
Oh, how about a wee pull of the wishbone?
That's kid stuff.
Oh, afraid of a bit of healthy competition.
All right, all right.
Mitchell's not afraid of nothing.
Stanley, that's not entirely true.
Well, come on then.
Who knows, maybe you'll get a lucky break.
On the count of three,
you just give it a pull.
One.
Two.
Three.
Three.
What are you laughing about?
He's the lucky one.
That's right.
I haven't told Taylor.
That's the one million
customer here in all the stuff.
You are the lucky winner of our free
Turkey dinner every week for a whole year.
Congratulations.
It's your wishbone stuff really works.
Oh, you haven't seen anything.
Get used to it, kid.
I just won Mr. Crawford's contest,
and I should have been feeling good.
Instead, my spider sense
was tingling a mile a minute.
How could I know that I just
won more than Turkey dinners?
I'd won a three-course
blue-plate special of weirdness.
It's not every day you win the eerie
poultry world's most coveted prize.
I couldn't wait to tell my folks.
Of course, as usual, they had
some surprises of their own for me.
We've been waiting for you, then, man.
I'd better be going.
You should hear this too.
This came in the mail today.
Your report card?
Well, look, I can't switch.
Straight A's.
I don't know how you did it,
son, but we are so proud of you.
I think this calls for a celebration.
What do you say we
take our scallor on a trip to
Erieland for a double long
ride on the Ring of Fire?
Wow!
Thanks, guys.
Hi, myself.
We heard about the
report card, and we were
wondering if you could
help us with our homework.
I guess you can never
tell when you're going
to run face-first into
a streak of good luck.
When I hit this one, I
sure wasn't ready for it.
All I knew was I was enjoying it big time.
Oh, I see.
Thank you.
That's strange.
My great-uncle, Samuel, Doug.
Well, funny thing is, they just read his
will, and he left everything he had to you.
To me?
He never even met me.
$3,000 in a brass cat sculpture.
I always like that cat sculpture.
Carrie!
Someone at the door for you?
I'm not here!
It's fair!
I'm here!
Mitchell, I'll be back in one minute.
If this connects, call me.
Uh, Mitchell Taylor.
Well, Mitchell, you're ready to give me the
answer to the money question of the day?
You see, it isn't my phone call.
It's my sister's awful getter.
Sorry, son.
It's got to be the person
on the line when I pick up.
You've got 10 seconds to name the
three most requested songs on WYRD radio.
Well, I don't know that.
Hey, I guess.
Maybe you'll get lucky.
Come on!
Time's ticking down!
Three seconds!
Two seconds!
One!
Pub goes the Weasel stairway to
Heaven and Celeste Iita from Arbrieta.
Wow, how was some lucky guess?
You just won an all-expense
paid trip to the Russian Riviera.
Mitchell, somebody will contact you later
with the details of your dream vacation.
Thanks.
Mitchell
Once again, that was Lucky
Mitchell Taylor, who just
won the money question of
the day here on Radio W1.
You stole my prize!
So there it was out in the front porch
from the prize patrol drove up, right?
And they were like, what's your name?
So I was like, well, I don't know.
Cause I didn't know it entered
the contest in the first place, right?
I figured at first that being the
luckiest guy in town would be pretty cool.
But I had turned into a luck magnet.
Every available bit of
luck in the vicinity was
drawn towards me as if
by some unexplained force.
Being lucky was great, but sometimes it's
possible to get too much of a good thing.
Especially when you're
getting everybody else's too.
Stanley, I've got major problems.
We have to talk.
Not now, Mitch.
I got it.
Is it Crawford? I know it.
Alrighty. Guess away.
3,400 and 77.
I got it, didn't I?
Did I get it?
Not even close.
Stanley, I'm trying to tell
you that I'm in trouble here.
Anything good that can
happen to me is happening.
Got a terminal case of good luck.
I think you're exaggerating.
I mean, no one can have that much luck.
Oh, yeah? Watch this.
Mr. Crawford.
My guess is that there are
4,672 jelly beans in this jar.
How did you, uh, do that?
Just lucky, I guess.
Do you know what I mean?
Me, Mitchell.
Do you know what this means?
It means I'm drowning in good luck.
No, what it means is that we
can rule the world with your luck.
And my greed.
We can go into the lottery business.
And then a couple of fake mustaches.
Some doctorate ID.
Yeah, yeah.
We can run out for our winnings in Vegas.
That's not what we can do.
We must not quickly.
Stanley!
I'm missing the point.
My life's been trashed ever
since I won that wishbone pole.
Somehow that guy must
have done something to me.
We have to find him and make
him take his good luck back.
That might be hard.
Not for the luckiest kid near me.
Todd McLachlan.
It seemed my impossible luck was holding.
Todd lived in a ritzy house
in the best part of Erie.
Only problem was, when we
got there, it had burned down.
But as luck would have it, Todd's
neighbors directed us to his new address.
It was about as far away from the
best part of Erie as you could go.
Oh, you.
No matter time.
Alright, come on in then.
It's been trying to put a picture up.
I hit the same finger three times.
Bad luck.
Yeah, it is, isn't it?
We, uh, heard about
your house burning down.
Not that place.
It's too big for me to keep up anyway.
Lost the house, the car.
Investments all went bad.
It's all gone.
You don't sound too broken up about it.
Are you joking?
I'm loving it.
Until the other day, I was
the luckiest fellow in Erie.
But all of that's changing now, hasn't it?
Now I can't catch a break to save my life.
So, you like having bad luck?
No, I've never thought
how born it might be.
To win every game you've ever played.
To always be in the right
place at the right time.
Well, it's enough to make you crazy.
I'm beginning to understand that.
You know, I think you did something to me.
Somehow you gave me your luck.
What?
What?
What?
Which one game thing?
No, no.
You won that far and square.
No, I didn't ask for this luck.
And I want you to take it back.
What'd you relax?
There's loads of people
that killed me in your shoes.
Well, I don't want them
and you can take them back.
Sorry, you're stuck with it.
Now if you'll excuse me,
I've got a picture to hang.
You know, you're not
going to get away with this.
I'm going to make you take that luck back.
What are you going to do? Sue me?
You don't have to exact it.
As bizarre as it sounded,
Todd's suggestion
seemed like the only
way out of this dilemma.
Luckily, my civics class was
studying small claims court that week.
Even luckier was the fact they
needed a test case to study.
And that mine was chosen.
And a fan of the plaintiff
will approach the bench.
Sure, I'd been lucky so far.
But something told me that
Todd wasn't going to give up easily.
To win this case, it
would take more than luck.
It might take a miracle.
In Northern town, but Erie,
could someone win a dumb
wishbone but would become
the luckiest kid in town?
And in Northern town, could
that person find themselves
in a vicious court battle
to win their old life back?
Unfortunately, I was in
that town, and I was that kid.
That doesn't look good, Mitch.
Jerry's already leaning
toward the other side.
The defendant will please tell
the court why he is nursing his foot.
Oh, yes, Your Honor.
I was chasing the fellas
that were towing my car
away when I started to
be chased by a dog myself.
So what I did was I jumped
on top of a milk truck.
What the milk truck got in an accident
tonight, I was thrown over a bridge.
But I'll be fine. I will be fine.
This is the moment I've
been waiting for, Mitch.
My degree from the Perry Mason Correspondent
School of Laws, I'm about to be tested.
Your Honor, this man's bad
luck's sad though it may be.
Only supports my client's contention.
The Todd didn't pass off his own
incredible good luck to my client.
Thereby, post-hoc-deproc, ruining his
Mr. Taylor, there are
those in the court today
who find it difficult to
believe that luck exists.
Could you tell us, in
your own words, what's
been happening to you
over the last few days?
Well, I won the Turkey Special
Contest, and the jelly bean count.
I inherited $3,000 in a
brass cat sculpture, and
I won the eerie lottery
without even entering.
Yeah, and then I found this
really, excuse me, objection.
Although the boys had
a fortunate few days,
that does not prove
some supernatural power.
Agreed, Councillor.
Mitchell, do you think you can give
us any demonstration of this luck?
Uh, yeah, I guess.
Alrighty, Mitchell, I'm thinking
of a number between one and
Correct.
Lucky guess.
Hold it!
That's not so lucky.
Very well.
Mitchell, could you tell me how
much change is in the judge's pocket?
I guess it would be one
quarter, and the date on it is 1962.
Lucky guess.
Yes.
Mr. Taylor, do you have any
reason to believe that your
son has been cursed with
an unnatural amount of luck?
Well, I don't think
cursed would be the word.
But you have noticed he's become
luckier over the last few days.
You can say that again.
I don't think I've ever seen anyone with
such a streak, and it's just not natural.
Yeah, thank you, Mr. Taylor.
Your witness, Councillor.
Hi.
Mr. Taylor, do you believe that luck
can be passed like the common cold?
No, of course not. I'm a scientist.
Of course.
Um, so, what was it exactly that made you?
Did you say Mitchell had become
luckier these last few days?
Well, there's a few things.
Well, one thing he snatched an
inheritance right from under my nose.
He did not.
I love that cat.
And another thing, he stole his
sister's prize from the radio station.
He even won a citation
from the Erie Nuclear
League that my wife
was supposed to get.
So, if you don't believe
in luck per se, then that
means that these incidents were
more display of I don't know.
Selfishness?
Yeah.
You know what?
That's just what I would say.
Yeah.
Now, taking everything that
everybody else could have
had a chance at, I think,
is pretty darn selfish.
Sorry, son.
Mr. Hope.
It's my understanding that you were
actually present during the wishbone pool.
Uh, uh, yeah, that's right.
That guy tricked my
friend into doing some
stupid contests and stuck
him with his dumb luck.
You know, you'd think a boy like you would
be happy for a friend who was so lucky.
Yeah, it's just he hasn't done
anything for me with all his good fortune.
Really? Nothing at all?
I have one little request,
one simple little request.
A couple of lottery tickets parlayed
into a killing on the stock market.
All's I need to stay for my empire!
And will we do it?
Not on your life.
What kind of a friend is that?
Not much of a friend.
Tell the truth.
Mitchell won that wishbone
pool fair and square, didn't he?
Yeah.
Yeah, he did!
It was all in the open up!
Mitchell won that ball
pool fair and square!
Defense and rest, you're on it.
Oops.
Things don't look so good, Mitch.
Things don't look so good.
Sure I had won the wishbone
competition fair and square.
But how?
How do you beat the luckiest guy in Erie?
That's when it hit me.
Are you okay?
How much did you get in there anyway?
Enough.
Hey.
My captain became a rock!
What are we looking for?
The evidence that will
prove Todd has cursed
me with the best luck
anyone could ask for.
I know you got some angle figure.
Whatever it is, forget about it, alright?
Don't be sticking me with the good luck.
Why not?
You did it to me.
I've had it on me in life!
As long as I can remember,
people have resented me.
That's the first time
anyone's ever really liked me.
Did you not see the faces
of those people in the jury?
They didn't like you.
They felt sorry for you.
There's a big difference.
Maybe if you tried sharing your luck,
people would appreciate you more.
Your honor!
If the plate is finished
with his stalling
tactics, may we please
proceed with the verdict?
Not so fast.
Your honor, my client has
provided me with fresh evidence.
Which I believe will
turn the tide of this case.
The plate if calls Todd
McLachlan to the stand.
I don't like the idea of this.
That's it.
Comfy?
Mr McLachlan, did you in fact enter into a
wishbone pole competition with my client,
Mitchell Taylor?
Well, I might have.
Yes, I did.
Yes, sure.
Well then, you should have no
difficulty recognizing this thing.
Yes!
Your honor, I would like
to enter into evidence.
Exhibit A, or more accurately, the
part of the poultry of the first part.
Chicken bone?
Turkey bone.
I've never seen that before in my life.
Oh, I think you have.
Todd McLachlan is that not the
very bone used in the wishbone
pole competition between you
and my client, Mitchell Taylor.
Your honor, he's badgering the witness.
I think that a forensic
examination of the aforementioned
ossius tissue will reveal
that one end of that bone,
the end that you were holding, Mr McLachlan,
has been sawed almost clean through.
I think you will agree,
your honor, that this
confirms the unlawful
transfer of good fortune.
And I firmly believe that
the jury has no other option
but to support the transfer of
the said luck back to the original.
Alright, I just couldn't take it anymore.
I didn't want to be the fellow that
everybody handed things to in life.
I didn't want to be the
fellow that everyone resented.
I sure didn't want to be the fellow
that got up here and confessed.
Bad luck.
I'm sorry for sticking
you with the luck, kid.
If you don't want it, I'll take it.
I want big time.
That's it?
That's it?
That's it.
Oh, that feels better.
Oh, my back's been bothering me all week.
You know, this might turn
out to be better anyway.
You know, I haven't won a lottery all week.
I was afraid of my cap to go find a job.
Look at this.
A lottery ticket.
What do you want to bet? It's a winner.
Maybe I didn't even try
to share it at this time.
You think I'll win the lottery, Mitch?
Let's put it this way.
I wouldn't bet against him.
I'm sorry I got mad at you, too.
I don't worry about it.
I'm just glad that
everything's back to normal
and everyone's got their
own share of luck back.
You know.
You could have bought a couple of
lottery tickets before you gave it back.
Who says that I didn't?
I guess when you get
down to it, having all good
luck can sometimes be
worse than having all bad luck.
One thing I've learned, though, is
it's best not to trust and luck at all.
It's best if you make your own.