Wishbone (1995) s01e15 Episode Script
Golden Retrieved
What's the story, Wishbone?
What's this you're dreaming of such
big imagination on such a little pop?
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.
What's the story, Wishbone?
Watch the story, Wishbone.
Watch the story, Wishbone.
Watch the story, Wishbone.
Joe, I don't know how
to tell you this, buddy.
The bike's upside down.
Joe, hello.
You-hoo.
Want to play?
Hey, I'll get it.
Cargo war!
Wishbone, knock it off.
I'm busy.
Can I help?
Wishbone.
Get away. You'll scratch it.
That'll be something
I can do to get his
Oh, I know.
Joe!
How about the squeaky?
You love the squeaky, huh?
Buddy?
Wishbone, get away!
Your obsession with this
possession has gone too far!
Oh, David, Samantha!
Want to run?
Want to play?
Want to watch paint dry?
I'll do anything.
Hey, Joe, there's a pickup
roller hockey game today?
Nah, I'll pass.
Well, we could do something
else together if you want.
I was planning to test my new bike
on the trails at Jackson Park.
It's a trailhound. Cool, huh?
Yeah.
Wow, that must have cost you a fortune.
Are you kidding?
I spent months earning every penny.
Which he counted every night
while I chewed on old
bones, rationed dog food,
and discount doggy dumplings.
You have been pretty busy lately.
Yeah, we haven't seen you
much outside of school.
Joe reminds me of a miser in
early 19th century England,
who's
didn't have a life beyond
his work, and his gold.
The story of Silas Marner was
written in 1861 by George Elliot,
who was really a lady
named Marianne Evans.
Silas Marner was a
linen weaver, who lived
alone outside the English
village of Ravelo.
Silence Marna just walked
by with more linen.
He's never crossed the
threshold of my end.
He's a ghost, with a
roller linen on his back.
Hush, Ben.
Poor man works hard.
Oh, I doubt he's poor for all he works.
I hear he has gold, hidden
somewhere about his cottage.
I warn myself at Manor's hard once.
Saw no sign of riches.
Even if old Marner's hit a purse, he
hasn't as much gold as the cast, that man.
I can't believe it.
You sold the horse and
gambled away father's money.
He'd be furious.
Don't worry, brother. I'll get the money.
One way?
Or another.
Either way, what good's money for?
with our friends.
Here, here.
Yes.
Silas kept to himself,
working constantly to earn more and
more gold coins, which he counted daily.
Ah.
Hmm.
Ah, my gold, my pretty coins.
One, two, three.
You're gonna rub the paint
off if you're not careful.
Hi, Sam. Hi, David.
Hi, Mrs. Talbot.
I haven't seen you guys around lately.
Hey, the bike looks great, Joe.
Wish we could say the same for Wishbone.
You can say that again.
Have you fed him?
What?
Say it again, Ellen.
Have you fed him?
Oh, I will after I get back.
Wishbone looks kind of sad, poor fella.
Yeah, that's me.
Bet he hasn't had much fun this week.
Stuck in the house every day.
Yeah.
I bet he'd love to go for a walk.
Yes! Someone noticed.
Can you take him, Mom?
We were just about to ride
our bikes to Jackson Park.
Hmm, trail hound, huh?
Guess I've been replaced
as lead dog in Joe's pack.
Well, runs always the first to go.
I can't.
some work to do myself. Just let him run
alongside and take the lease just in case.
Oh, Mom.
Joe, walk him on foot or next
to the bike, your choice.
Oh, all right. I'll run
him next to the bike.
Thanks.
Yes! Now we're talking!
Come on, we're falling behind!
Come on behind!
Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!
Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!
Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! ha!
Now we're walking! Oh, I've got a cramp!
I'm sorry! Wishbone can't keep up!
Some of us aren't equipped
with knobby tires and 18 gears.
That's okay. We don't
have to race every trail.
Yeah, Joe, I mean, take a little
time to smell the flowers.
The trail hounds made for taking jumps.
I didn't buy a bike like
this to walk the dog.
Now stay here.
We'll pick you up on our way home.
What?
Should we leave him here alone?
We'll be okay.
Besides, we won't be done wrong.
But, Joe, I
David? Sam?
Anybody!
Woohoo!
What all?
Hmm.
Nothing stopping me from
smelling the flowers.
Hmm. Fritz has been here.
Snooty Doxin.
They'll let anyone in a
public park these days.
What are you gonna do?
do.
Oh! Hey!
Sparky!
What's shaking, pal!
Got a rabbit spotted, huh?
I'll take that as a yes.
Oh, hold on a second.
Oh, I'll be right with ya!
Ah!
Here, bunny, bunny, bunny.
Ah, Sparky, you think he
could sneak a little lower?
Ah, the old bird's gone.
Hmm. That's odd. No dust there.
Yeah.
Mm-hmm.
Another profitable day.
Hmm.
Rretched weather.
Time for a hot meal.
But first, I'll count my gold.
What?
My gold!
It's gone!
My gold!
It's gone!
Here now,
What's all this about?
What's all this about gold?
Accusations of thievery?
Someone's stolen all my
coins this very evening.
It was probably you, Jam Rodney.
I wondered why you lingered so
round my heart the fortnight ago.
Give it back now, and I'll say no more.
You're daft, Silas, Mauna.
I've been right here the whole evening.
Yeah, that he has.
I I apologize, Jam. I'd
no right to accuse you.
No, I'm done.
Surely you were right
to be distraught, Mr.
Marna, tis a grave loss you've suffered.
Yes.
To us probably a travelling peddler
or some rogue roaming the county.
The constable's ill, but he
can deputize a number of us.
We'll scour the countryside tonight
before the thief can get far from Ravalo.
Don't worry, Marna. We'll find you.
Yes, sir. Come along, men.
Come on.
Pulled right out of his collar.
He's in big trouble.
Don't worry, Joe.
Let's find him.
Yeah, he's probably
around here somewhere.
Let's spread out.
Wishbone!
Here, Wishbone, where are you?
Wishbone, you better come back now!
Here, boy!
Wishbone!
Wishbone!
Come on, Park!
Oh!
Hey, watch it when you
put on the brakes, pal.
Woo-he-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h
- h-ha-h-h-ha-ha-h-ha-ha-ha!
All right! I love being on the trail!
Oh, Marky, don't go over there, look out!
Oh!
Wishbone! Better be here if
you know what's good for you!
Which bone?
Wishbone!
Wishbone!
Where are you, boy?
Well, this is great.
I'm dirty, hungry, dog-tired,
lost, and did I mention
Trapped!
Where are you, Joe?
Hey, stay on the trail!
These delthmiums!
These d'emiums weren't
made for walking on.
Kids, they walk silly these days.
Oh, come on.
Oh, come on.
Give me a break.
Ah, if it ain't one thing, it's another.
Come on, Joe.
Feels like I've been stuck here, what?
At least 50 years.
Wait, footsteps!
Help is on the way!
Did you get old?
What's the matter, pooch?
Can't you read?
Great. Another dog lover.
You wouldn't be related?
to Wanda Gilmore, would you?
Uh, watch out, Mark.
Okay? I think I can do this.
Ha!
Ha! Ha!
Thank you, sir.
Now if you'll excuse me, I'd like to go
home and bite the hand that hasn't fed me.
Now then, let's see you belong to.
No collar.
It's getting late.
Yeah, I guess I could take you home
for the night, clean you up, feed you.
Where are the dog catchers
when you need them?
Dog catchers?
Not a pleasant thought.
Actually, I know to whom I belong.
Excuse me.
Did you say, feed me?
Lead on, oh grumpy one.
Well, pooch, I'm Hubert Lasseter.
And you're
I'm just gonna call you spot.
Servicable, but not very much.
imaginative, Hubert. How about
something deep like, butch or Thor?
Sir! What are we having for dinner?
Aren't we an odd couple?
I don't know about odd. Unique, perhaps?
Faith has had a hand
in many strange unions.
As darkness falls, Silas
is soon to be surprised.
My gold is gone. Only this
firewood brings warmth to my life.
Here now. What's this?
What's sparkled, sir?
Is it my last gold?
My goodness!
Gold has come back to me, but
of quite a different kind.
Silas took care of.
the little orphan girl,
and she changed his life.
That's a good girl, Eppie.
Come in.
Dolly, Erin!
How nice to see you!
Tis called your practice and your
washing skills, Silas, Marna.
I brought some clothes here,
young Aaron's long outgrown.
They should fit your daughter.
Why?
Thank you, darling. That's
most thoughtful of you.
Eppy?
She'll Erin the horse
Mr. Macy carved for you.
Eppy, is it?
You've named a proper.
Fristened last week by
Reverend Crackenthalp.
It's short for Ebsaba.
My mother's name.
Tis sad her mother died
on the road like that.
It's a miracle the babe
found a way into your home.
No father turned up.
She has quite a proper father now
that you've adopted Osilas Marna.
I hope so.
Marner's gold walks out the door one day.
A child walks in the
same door another day.
There's a fine trade, if you ask me.
Indeed.
Little Eppie couldn't
have a more loving father.
Yeah, sir.
For epie's upbringing.
Another purse?
Godfrey.
I can never repay your generosity.
Don't worry.
I
Well
We all like to think
of Eppy as ours, too.
Mm-hmm.
Sorry, I don't have any
proper dog food spot,
but beggars can't be choosers.
Cold cuts are always
correct, particularly with
served at room temperature.
At least I can use off your
half decent place to sleep.
Oh, I'll bet Miriel would
have spoiled you rotten.
She loved dogs.
You're doing fine.
Nothing says love like leftovers.
I guess you notice I
talk to myself a lot.
Doesn't everybody?
Since my wife passed away, I've
kept to myself pretty much.
I guess it's nice to have someone
to talk to sides of my plants.
I'm a botanist, you know.
Hmm. That explains the jungle.
Well, tomorrow we'll
try to find your owner.
But if no one claims you,
you'll have a home here.
Good night, Spots.
Good night, Hubert.
Nice man.
Good night, Joe.
Uh-huh.
Thank you anyway.
None of the shelters have a dog
that matches Wishbone's description.
Ellen, I'd like to lend a
hand in this moment of crisis.
I will personally check every
animal shelter in this town.
Oh, Wanda, thank you.
No, don't speak. It's time to act.
Good luck.
Let's post these around town.
I'll cover Jackson Park
in case he's still there.
And I'll look at school.
My dad's going to take
me downtown to work for.
Mom, could you stay
in case he comes back?
Of course.
I can.
Thanks.
Be careful.
Don't worry.
We'll find him.
Mm-hmm.
Mm-hmm.
Mm-hmm.
Mm-hmm.
Mm-hmm.
Mm-hmm.
Mm-hmm.
But could you cross out the word small?
Mm-hmm.
Okay, Spot.
Let's post these around, Jackson Park.
Maybe your owner will be
looking for you there.
Hmm. He's probably shining his bike
and doesn't even realize I'm missing.
But I sure want to get back to him.
Oh. Um.
Let's go, little guy.
Yeah. Could you fix my ear,
though? I look kind of silly.
Yuber.
Youber.
We
Wait a second.
That's Joe!
What's that, Spod? You
smell a squirrel, do you?
Come on, Huber! We gotta catch him!
Spart!
Come back, Spot!
My gold? But it's been gone 15 years now.
How did you come by it, Godfrey?
We drained the quarry
to irrigate my fields.
We found a skeleton clutching that gold.
I'm ashamed to say it was my gold.
I'm ashamed to say it was my field.
own brother Dunstan who
stole your gold, Silas.
That night, he must have
gotten lost in the storm.
Then he slipped and fell
and drowned in the quarry.
Ah!
We thought he'd run away
these long 15 years.
Are you sure it was Dunstan?
This was his riding crop.
The skeleton was holding it.
The skeleton was holding it.
Hmm.
Gold has lost its charm for me,
but it will help raise Eppy.
I wanted to talk to
you about that, Silas.
Those few coins can't offer Eppy
security for the rest of her life.
You're probably right.
I could offer her that security, Silas.
What are you talking about, Godfrey?
I
I
Well, I was a young man.
I was married and I
couldn't tell my family.
That woman who died, what I mean is
Eppie is my daughter.
No.
I could give her a better life.
Why, I
Life without Eppy?
I can't imagine.
She's 18 now. Let her choose for herself.
Yes. Yes, perhaps that's best.
Eppy?
Eppy, dear! Could you
come in here for a moment?
Yes, father?
Oh! Hello, Mr. Cass.
Hello, Eppy.
This is a shock, Eppy.
But I've just found out that Mr.
Cass is your rightful father.
He wants you to come live
with him on the Cass estate.
You could be rich.
I I won't stand in your way.
Thank you, Mr. Cass, for your concern.
But I could never love anyone more
than the only father I've known.
Silas Marla.
I
I
I
I understand.
You'll excuse me, please.
Wishbone!
Spott!
Spott!
Spot!
Which phone?
I should have!
I should have learned by now.
It's trap a dog.
How will we get him out?
I know the drill already.
It seems they never cover these refiq
pair trenches.
Look out, boy.
Here we go.
Okay.
I knew you'd miss me!
I knew you'd look for me!
Eventually!
Wishbone, I'm sorry, boy.
I'll never leave you
alone again like that.
I take it my spot is
really your wishbone.
Uh, yes, sir. I'm Joe Talbot.
I'm Hubert Lasseter, Joe.
Found spot or wishbone yesterday.
Yeah.
Figured you'd come looking
for in here, had a hunch.
You want to be a little
more careful in there.
the future son. He's
a pretty special dog.
Ah, you're pretty
special yourself, Hubert.
I know what you mean. It took losing Wishbone
to realize how important he is to me.
Well, finding him helped me
get my priority straight, too.
I don't have money, like, for a reward.
Would you like to have
dinner at my house tonight?
I'm sure my mom would
like to thank you, too.
I'd like it very much, Joe. All right!
Come on, Wishbone.
What's the dinner dress for tonight?
What's the dinner dress for tonight?
Casual or semi-former?
And do you, Hezabamana, take Aaron
Winthrop to be your lawful wedded husband?
I do.
Well, and I now pronounce you, man
and wife, you may kiss the bride.
But go old boy!
Boy?
Okay, boy.
I'm gonna do some trails.
And I know you'll be
safe till I get back.
And I know you'll be
safe in your new helmet.
You look great.
Hubert!
Come on, boy.
I'm coming.
Here we go, boy. Come on, boy.
Let's go. You and me. You and me.
You and me. You and me. Where we going?
What's this you're dreaming of such
big imagination on such a little pop?
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.
What's the story, Wishbone?
Watch the story, Wishbone.
Watch the story, Wishbone.
Watch the story, Wishbone.
Joe, I don't know how
to tell you this, buddy.
The bike's upside down.
Joe, hello.
You-hoo.
Want to play?
Hey, I'll get it.
Cargo war!
Wishbone, knock it off.
I'm busy.
Can I help?
Wishbone.
Get away. You'll scratch it.
That'll be something
I can do to get his
Oh, I know.
Joe!
How about the squeaky?
You love the squeaky, huh?
Buddy?
Wishbone, get away!
Your obsession with this
possession has gone too far!
Oh, David, Samantha!
Want to run?
Want to play?
Want to watch paint dry?
I'll do anything.
Hey, Joe, there's a pickup
roller hockey game today?
Nah, I'll pass.
Well, we could do something
else together if you want.
I was planning to test my new bike
on the trails at Jackson Park.
It's a trailhound. Cool, huh?
Yeah.
Wow, that must have cost you a fortune.
Are you kidding?
I spent months earning every penny.
Which he counted every night
while I chewed on old
bones, rationed dog food,
and discount doggy dumplings.
You have been pretty busy lately.
Yeah, we haven't seen you
much outside of school.
Joe reminds me of a miser in
early 19th century England,
who's
didn't have a life beyond
his work, and his gold.
The story of Silas Marner was
written in 1861 by George Elliot,
who was really a lady
named Marianne Evans.
Silas Marner was a
linen weaver, who lived
alone outside the English
village of Ravelo.
Silence Marna just walked
by with more linen.
He's never crossed the
threshold of my end.
He's a ghost, with a
roller linen on his back.
Hush, Ben.
Poor man works hard.
Oh, I doubt he's poor for all he works.
I hear he has gold, hidden
somewhere about his cottage.
I warn myself at Manor's hard once.
Saw no sign of riches.
Even if old Marner's hit a purse, he
hasn't as much gold as the cast, that man.
I can't believe it.
You sold the horse and
gambled away father's money.
He'd be furious.
Don't worry, brother. I'll get the money.
One way?
Or another.
Either way, what good's money for?
with our friends.
Here, here.
Yes.
Silas kept to himself,
working constantly to earn more and
more gold coins, which he counted daily.
Ah.
Hmm.
Ah, my gold, my pretty coins.
One, two, three.
You're gonna rub the paint
off if you're not careful.
Hi, Sam. Hi, David.
Hi, Mrs. Talbot.
I haven't seen you guys around lately.
Hey, the bike looks great, Joe.
Wish we could say the same for Wishbone.
You can say that again.
Have you fed him?
What?
Say it again, Ellen.
Have you fed him?
Oh, I will after I get back.
Wishbone looks kind of sad, poor fella.
Yeah, that's me.
Bet he hasn't had much fun this week.
Stuck in the house every day.
Yeah.
I bet he'd love to go for a walk.
Yes! Someone noticed.
Can you take him, Mom?
We were just about to ride
our bikes to Jackson Park.
Hmm, trail hound, huh?
Guess I've been replaced
as lead dog in Joe's pack.
Well, runs always the first to go.
I can't.
some work to do myself. Just let him run
alongside and take the lease just in case.
Oh, Mom.
Joe, walk him on foot or next
to the bike, your choice.
Oh, all right. I'll run
him next to the bike.
Thanks.
Yes! Now we're talking!
Come on, we're falling behind!
Come on behind!
Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!
Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!
Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! ha!
Now we're walking! Oh, I've got a cramp!
I'm sorry! Wishbone can't keep up!
Some of us aren't equipped
with knobby tires and 18 gears.
That's okay. We don't
have to race every trail.
Yeah, Joe, I mean, take a little
time to smell the flowers.
The trail hounds made for taking jumps.
I didn't buy a bike like
this to walk the dog.
Now stay here.
We'll pick you up on our way home.
What?
Should we leave him here alone?
We'll be okay.
Besides, we won't be done wrong.
But, Joe, I
David? Sam?
Anybody!
Woohoo!
What all?
Hmm.
Nothing stopping me from
smelling the flowers.
Hmm. Fritz has been here.
Snooty Doxin.
They'll let anyone in a
public park these days.
What are you gonna do?
do.
Oh! Hey!
Sparky!
What's shaking, pal!
Got a rabbit spotted, huh?
I'll take that as a yes.
Oh, hold on a second.
Oh, I'll be right with ya!
Ah!
Here, bunny, bunny, bunny.
Ah, Sparky, you think he
could sneak a little lower?
Ah, the old bird's gone.
Hmm. That's odd. No dust there.
Yeah.
Mm-hmm.
Another profitable day.
Hmm.
Rretched weather.
Time for a hot meal.
But first, I'll count my gold.
What?
My gold!
It's gone!
My gold!
It's gone!
Here now,
What's all this about?
What's all this about gold?
Accusations of thievery?
Someone's stolen all my
coins this very evening.
It was probably you, Jam Rodney.
I wondered why you lingered so
round my heart the fortnight ago.
Give it back now, and I'll say no more.
You're daft, Silas, Mauna.
I've been right here the whole evening.
Yeah, that he has.
I I apologize, Jam. I'd
no right to accuse you.
No, I'm done.
Surely you were right
to be distraught, Mr.
Marna, tis a grave loss you've suffered.
Yes.
To us probably a travelling peddler
or some rogue roaming the county.
The constable's ill, but he
can deputize a number of us.
We'll scour the countryside tonight
before the thief can get far from Ravalo.
Don't worry, Marna. We'll find you.
Yes, sir. Come along, men.
Come on.
Pulled right out of his collar.
He's in big trouble.
Don't worry, Joe.
Let's find him.
Yeah, he's probably
around here somewhere.
Let's spread out.
Wishbone!
Here, Wishbone, where are you?
Wishbone, you better come back now!
Here, boy!
Wishbone!
Wishbone!
Come on, Park!
Oh!
Hey, watch it when you
put on the brakes, pal.
Woo-he-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h
- h-ha-h-h-ha-ha-h-ha-ha-ha!
All right! I love being on the trail!
Oh, Marky, don't go over there, look out!
Oh!
Wishbone! Better be here if
you know what's good for you!
Which bone?
Wishbone!
Wishbone!
Where are you, boy?
Well, this is great.
I'm dirty, hungry, dog-tired,
lost, and did I mention
Trapped!
Where are you, Joe?
Hey, stay on the trail!
These delthmiums!
These d'emiums weren't
made for walking on.
Kids, they walk silly these days.
Oh, come on.
Oh, come on.
Give me a break.
Ah, if it ain't one thing, it's another.
Come on, Joe.
Feels like I've been stuck here, what?
At least 50 years.
Wait, footsteps!
Help is on the way!
Did you get old?
What's the matter, pooch?
Can't you read?
Great. Another dog lover.
You wouldn't be related?
to Wanda Gilmore, would you?
Uh, watch out, Mark.
Okay? I think I can do this.
Ha!
Ha! Ha!
Thank you, sir.
Now if you'll excuse me, I'd like to go
home and bite the hand that hasn't fed me.
Now then, let's see you belong to.
No collar.
It's getting late.
Yeah, I guess I could take you home
for the night, clean you up, feed you.
Where are the dog catchers
when you need them?
Dog catchers?
Not a pleasant thought.
Actually, I know to whom I belong.
Excuse me.
Did you say, feed me?
Lead on, oh grumpy one.
Well, pooch, I'm Hubert Lasseter.
And you're
I'm just gonna call you spot.
Servicable, but not very much.
imaginative, Hubert. How about
something deep like, butch or Thor?
Sir! What are we having for dinner?
Aren't we an odd couple?
I don't know about odd. Unique, perhaps?
Faith has had a hand
in many strange unions.
As darkness falls, Silas
is soon to be surprised.
My gold is gone. Only this
firewood brings warmth to my life.
Here now. What's this?
What's sparkled, sir?
Is it my last gold?
My goodness!
Gold has come back to me, but
of quite a different kind.
Silas took care of.
the little orphan girl,
and she changed his life.
That's a good girl, Eppie.
Come in.
Dolly, Erin!
How nice to see you!
Tis called your practice and your
washing skills, Silas, Marna.
I brought some clothes here,
young Aaron's long outgrown.
They should fit your daughter.
Why?
Thank you, darling. That's
most thoughtful of you.
Eppy?
She'll Erin the horse
Mr. Macy carved for you.
Eppy, is it?
You've named a proper.
Fristened last week by
Reverend Crackenthalp.
It's short for Ebsaba.
My mother's name.
Tis sad her mother died
on the road like that.
It's a miracle the babe
found a way into your home.
No father turned up.
She has quite a proper father now
that you've adopted Osilas Marna.
I hope so.
Marner's gold walks out the door one day.
A child walks in the
same door another day.
There's a fine trade, if you ask me.
Indeed.
Little Eppie couldn't
have a more loving father.
Yeah, sir.
For epie's upbringing.
Another purse?
Godfrey.
I can never repay your generosity.
Don't worry.
I
Well
We all like to think
of Eppy as ours, too.
Mm-hmm.
Sorry, I don't have any
proper dog food spot,
but beggars can't be choosers.
Cold cuts are always
correct, particularly with
served at room temperature.
At least I can use off your
half decent place to sleep.
Oh, I'll bet Miriel would
have spoiled you rotten.
She loved dogs.
You're doing fine.
Nothing says love like leftovers.
I guess you notice I
talk to myself a lot.
Doesn't everybody?
Since my wife passed away, I've
kept to myself pretty much.
I guess it's nice to have someone
to talk to sides of my plants.
I'm a botanist, you know.
Hmm. That explains the jungle.
Well, tomorrow we'll
try to find your owner.
But if no one claims you,
you'll have a home here.
Good night, Spots.
Good night, Hubert.
Nice man.
Good night, Joe.
Uh-huh.
Thank you anyway.
None of the shelters have a dog
that matches Wishbone's description.
Ellen, I'd like to lend a
hand in this moment of crisis.
I will personally check every
animal shelter in this town.
Oh, Wanda, thank you.
No, don't speak. It's time to act.
Good luck.
Let's post these around town.
I'll cover Jackson Park
in case he's still there.
And I'll look at school.
My dad's going to take
me downtown to work for.
Mom, could you stay
in case he comes back?
Of course.
I can.
Thanks.
Be careful.
Don't worry.
We'll find him.
Mm-hmm.
Mm-hmm.
Mm-hmm.
Mm-hmm.
Mm-hmm.
Mm-hmm.
Mm-hmm.
But could you cross out the word small?
Mm-hmm.
Okay, Spot.
Let's post these around, Jackson Park.
Maybe your owner will be
looking for you there.
Hmm. He's probably shining his bike
and doesn't even realize I'm missing.
But I sure want to get back to him.
Oh. Um.
Let's go, little guy.
Yeah. Could you fix my ear,
though? I look kind of silly.
Yuber.
Youber.
We
Wait a second.
That's Joe!
What's that, Spod? You
smell a squirrel, do you?
Come on, Huber! We gotta catch him!
Spart!
Come back, Spot!
My gold? But it's been gone 15 years now.
How did you come by it, Godfrey?
We drained the quarry
to irrigate my fields.
We found a skeleton clutching that gold.
I'm ashamed to say it was my gold.
I'm ashamed to say it was my field.
own brother Dunstan who
stole your gold, Silas.
That night, he must have
gotten lost in the storm.
Then he slipped and fell
and drowned in the quarry.
Ah!
We thought he'd run away
these long 15 years.
Are you sure it was Dunstan?
This was his riding crop.
The skeleton was holding it.
The skeleton was holding it.
Hmm.
Gold has lost its charm for me,
but it will help raise Eppy.
I wanted to talk to
you about that, Silas.
Those few coins can't offer Eppy
security for the rest of her life.
You're probably right.
I could offer her that security, Silas.
What are you talking about, Godfrey?
I
I
Well, I was a young man.
I was married and I
couldn't tell my family.
That woman who died, what I mean is
Eppie is my daughter.
No.
I could give her a better life.
Why, I
Life without Eppy?
I can't imagine.
She's 18 now. Let her choose for herself.
Yes. Yes, perhaps that's best.
Eppy?
Eppy, dear! Could you
come in here for a moment?
Yes, father?
Oh! Hello, Mr. Cass.
Hello, Eppy.
This is a shock, Eppy.
But I've just found out that Mr.
Cass is your rightful father.
He wants you to come live
with him on the Cass estate.
You could be rich.
I I won't stand in your way.
Thank you, Mr. Cass, for your concern.
But I could never love anyone more
than the only father I've known.
Silas Marla.
I
I
I
I understand.
You'll excuse me, please.
Wishbone!
Spott!
Spott!
Spot!
Which phone?
I should have!
I should have learned by now.
It's trap a dog.
How will we get him out?
I know the drill already.
It seems they never cover these refiq
pair trenches.
Look out, boy.
Here we go.
Okay.
I knew you'd miss me!
I knew you'd look for me!
Eventually!
Wishbone, I'm sorry, boy.
I'll never leave you
alone again like that.
I take it my spot is
really your wishbone.
Uh, yes, sir. I'm Joe Talbot.
I'm Hubert Lasseter, Joe.
Found spot or wishbone yesterday.
Yeah.
Figured you'd come looking
for in here, had a hunch.
You want to be a little
more careful in there.
the future son. He's
a pretty special dog.
Ah, you're pretty
special yourself, Hubert.
I know what you mean. It took losing Wishbone
to realize how important he is to me.
Well, finding him helped me
get my priority straight, too.
I don't have money, like, for a reward.
Would you like to have
dinner at my house tonight?
I'm sure my mom would
like to thank you, too.
I'd like it very much, Joe. All right!
Come on, Wishbone.
What's the dinner dress for tonight?
What's the dinner dress for tonight?
Casual or semi-former?
And do you, Hezabamana, take Aaron
Winthrop to be your lawful wedded husband?
I do.
Well, and I now pronounce you, man
and wife, you may kiss the bride.
But go old boy!
Boy?
Okay, boy.
I'm gonna do some trails.
And I know you'll be
safe till I get back.
And I know you'll be
safe in your new helmet.
You look great.
Hubert!
Come on, boy.
I'm coming.
Here we go, boy. Come on, boy.
Let's go. You and me. You and me.
You and me. You and me. Where we going?