Wishbone (1995) s02e09 Episode Script

What's the story, Wishbone?
What's this, you're dreaming
of such big imagination
on such a little part?
What's the story, Wishbone?
Do you think it's worth a look?
Kind of seems familiar,
like a story from a book.
Shake a leg now.
Wishbone, let's wag another time.
Slipping out adventure
with Wishbone on the trail.
Come on, Wishbone.
What's the story? Wishbone?
What's the story? Wishbone?
What's the story?
Wishbone?
What's the story?
What's the story?
Wishbone?
What's the story wish for?
Shh!
Today on Wanda's Wilderness,
we study the migrating
habits of Yard Flamingos.
The Yard Flamingo doesn't
need a lot of space,
and it's rarely been seen to fly.
But it will suddenly reappear somewhere
else when you least expect it.
This gives the Yard Flamingo
a reputation is the most
feared bird in the yard.
Ah!
And then there's the Peg Lake Tucan,
which has been known
to eat the entire arm.
Careful, Dan! That's one hungry bird!
Good choice, Dan.
Hi, Wishbone.
And the mailman is saved
from Wanda's wilderness
by the bristly backyard terrier.
Hi, Mr. Bloodgood.
Morning, Sam. Wanda.
Hi, Dan.
Beautiful day, isn't it?
Oh, yes it is.
It's gonna be a great day.
Come with me, Dan.
It's dangerous in the wilderness.
I'll escort you back to civilization.
You are the one.
I'm the one.
How sweet.
Or I'm the one.
The one what?
I got a note yesterday,
too, at the Chronicle.
You think it might be a secret admirer?
I don't know. Maybe. Do you think so?
Well, let's see. The first note said,
Soon you'll know what we think of you.
That's nice, isn't it?
Or, soon, you'll know
what we think of you.
Oh, it could mean two entirely
different things. That's odd.
Hey, there's a sale at
Oakdale Sports and Games.
Aren't these the
wristweights that you wanted?
Hey, you better go. It's only one day.
You are the one.
You are the one.
Hi.
As we follow Wanda out of
the wilderness, we wonder.
Where is she going?
Why is she whistling?
Hi, Wanda.
Hi, Travis.
I knew that wristweight
cell would get you in here.
They're right over there.
Oh!
Oh, supplies.
No expedition into Wanda's wilderness
would be complete without a pup tent.
Pup tent.
There was something in the post office.
The post office wasn't what
everyone thought it was.
And the postman wasn't what
everyone thought he was.
And when the lobby door creaked open,
an eerie green fog drifted out,
followed by a blast of icy, cold air.
Oh, how frightening.
Tell me more.
Maline is crazy about mysteries.
She reminds me of another young
woman who loves suspense stories.
The heroine of Northanger Abbey,
completed by Jane Austen in 1803.
Our story begins in the
city of Ba, England.
The city was called Ba
because of its famous
healing mineral waters
in ancient Roman baths.
The heroine of our
story, Catherine Morland.
Love Gothic novels.
Gothic means mysterious.
Henry Tilney and his sister Eleanor
had come to Bath for the season.
The best water in the world.
Already I'm feeling well, less dog tired.
Yes.
Henry, do you see any of our friends?
Eleanor, do we have
any real friends here?
Ah, but there is John Thorpe.
Surely you can say you know him?
I know him only as someone
who brags constantly.
And there is his sister, Isabella.
Yes, who flirts with every man she meets.
And Mrs. Allen and her
companion, Catherine Morland.
Henry, have you also formed
an opinion of an opinion of
Miss Morland?
Now, she seems genuine.
Oh, but so little in Bath is as it seems.
Oh, Henry.
Catherine, enthralled
with your novel, I see.
I've been reading it ever since I woke.
I'm at the Black Vale.
Aren't you wild to know
what's behind the veil?
I know it must be a skeleton.
I am sure it is a skeleton.
Oh, my goodness gracious!
Miss Mouland has been
frightening us most dreadfully.
Have you read Udolfo, Mr. Thorpe?
It is the most fright.
Never read novels?
All full of nonsense.
Locked room in noises in the night.
Huh.
That one with the skeleton?
Yeah.
Or was it the portrait of the dead wife?
There was a portrait in the Black Tower.
But I thought you never read novels.
Let's go say hi.
What is your opinion of the
mysteries of Udolfo, Mr. Tilney?
I finished it in two days.
my first standing on in the entire time.
I could not lay it down.
Allow me to show you my favorite part.
Um, as she mused, she
saw the door slowly open,
and a rustling sound in a remote
part of the room startled her.
Through the dusk, she thought
she perceived something move.
And they could hear the
postman coming up the steps.
Clunk, drag.
Clunk, drag.
Clunk, drag.
And then the mail slot creaked open.
A bony hand came through.
Oh, my God!
Ha!
Oh, uh, Wanda.
Something, uh, came for you today.
For me?
I haven't ordered anything.
Why would anyone send
a letter to me here?
Now, even though.
was addressed to the store.
I didn't want to open it
because it has your name on it.
Also typewritten, no signature.
Travis, my good friend.
How much for the pup tent?
I'm going on safari.
Words can't describe all you've done.
That's nice.
This doesn't sound like a secret admirer.
A mysterious letter writer?
Who could it be?
Mr. Blodkin was just here.
I bet he wrote the note to Ms. Gilmore.
Come on, we have to follow him.
Dan?
Dan?
wouldn't do something like that.
Hey, you guys have got the wrong idea.
Henry Tilney was about to
receive some information
that would cause him
to get the wrong idea
about his new friend, Catherine.
Mr. Tilney.
Miss Tilney.
And would this be your father?
And you are?
Honored, sir.
May I offer you?
and your family tea. I
have a special relationship
with one of the more high
- class establishments.
Thank you, Mr. Thorpe. But we were
on our way to see Miss Morland.
A most remarkable young woman.
I'm well acquainted with her.
She stands to come into a
great deal of money, you know.
Really? A great deal of money?
I was not aware of this.
Mr. Tilney, I'm not in the
habit of passing misinformation.
Really?
Miss Morland has promised
to go walking with us.
Oh, but she sent me to relay her regrets.
She forgot she promised to
accompany me on a carriage ride.
Tata.
Did he just say ta-ta?
It's not like Catherine
to forget an engagement.
What a break one.
Sister, do we know what
Catherine is really, love?
Miss Mawlin, splendid plan for today.
We are to go in my carriage to Clifton.
Remarkable view of the
ruined castle there.
Perhaps it is haunted.
I am sorry, Mr. Thought, but I've
already made a promise to the Tilney.
No, no, no, no.
I have settled that matter.
I just saw them in the
street and made your excuses.
This will not.
not do. You had no business
inventing such a message.
You have made a dreadful
mistake. I must make it right.
Mr. Tilney!
Forgive me, it was all a mistake. I
never promised I would go with them.
I told you, it was not in Miss Morland's
nature to forget her promise to us.
Father Mayor present
Ms. Catherine Morland.
My father, General Tilney.
I'm glad you were able to join
us today since we must return
to North Anger Abbey tomorrow.
North Anger Abbey?
Our family home.
The Abbey was built over 400 years ago.
But our living quarters are quite modern.
If you can honor us with a visit,
you will make us happy beyond expression.
Oh, Father, your wishes
correspond with my own.
North Anger Abbey!
Catherine traveled to Northanger
Abbey with the Tillies,
and could hardly contain her excitement.
She imagined the Abbey is
a great, mysterious place.
Are we nearing Northanger Abbey?
We're only halfway there, my dear.
Besides, the countryside
isn't foreboding enough.
Oh, Henry.
I am sure.
I'm sure Northanger is a fine old place,
just like one reads about.
Yes, but places one reads about
have sliding panels and things
hidden behind the drapery.
Oh, but not Northanger.
It's far too modern.
Oh.
Quite right.
Unless you're led to a distant
room filled with gloomy portraits
and mysterious chests.
And letters written in cryptic words,
which you try to read by
the dim light of your candle
as you cower in the corner.
Oh, Juan, I'm so sorry.
I was going to call you.
Can you come by the house
tonight at about seven?
I need a little help with the project.
Oh, yeah, sure, seven.
Ellen, there's something I
want to talk to you about.
I've been getting these letters.
Oh, that reminds me.
This came for you at the library today.
Listen, got to run.
I'll see you.
later on tonight, okay? Busy, busy day.
Wait and see.
Wait and see what?
You guys are in shape.
See, there's no mystery
about the mailman.
Now don't you kids get carried
away with this crazy idea.
Don't stay out too late.
What are those kids up to?
I wish, Bow.
Hi, Wanda.
Tell me about your day.
I'm not having a very good day.
Aw. Well, at least I know you
didn't write the notes.
But who did?
Don't worry, Wanda.
I'm a born hunter.
And if I can track down a yard, Flamingo,
I can track down a
mysterious letter writer.
You just stay here and
think happy thoughts.
Wait.
and see.
Happy your thoughts.
Wait and see.
What?
Happy thoughts.
See what I'm done?
Have I done something?
You want to find out?
You want to find out where the
mysterious letters are coming from?
You have to go to the source.
Ha-ha.
Hello?
I have a registered parcel to pick up.
I can't see anyone inside.
Maybe there's some kind
of secret password.
Or a monster.
Or a clue to who's sending the letters.
Or a ghost.
Ooh, a postal poltergeist.
Hello!
Dog needs assistance with Dor!
Oh, thank you.
Wow.
So this is where all the mail comes from.
The question is, how do I get to it?
Well, what do you know about that?
A doggie door?
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha.
Ah!
Ah!
Ah!
No bridge! No bridge! Oh!
Um-up.
Middle note.
Always be careful which
doors you go through.
And here, the two passages cross.
This is the very oldest
part of the Abbey.
The family rooms are in that ring, and
what rooms are to be found in this wing?
It is scarcely used any longer.
No one goes into that wing.
Eleanor. Miss Morland has already seen
all that could be worth her notice.
I suggest you both take
a rest before dinner.
Come along, Henry.
Father is right.
There is only mother's room in that wing.
Your mother's room?
Yes.
The one in which she died.
Oh, it was all so sudden.
I wasn't even at home.
Neither was Henry.
Oh.
There is your room.
Dinner is at seven.
Bidden wing.
This is just like a book.
Why doesn't the general
want me to see it?
What happened to Mrs.
Tilney when no one was home?
Now that's strange.
I don't remember Eleanor
opening this door.
Who could that be?
Catherine?
What in the world is she looking for?
What was.
What was that noise?
Clue.
Or a confession?
Oh.
Mr. Tinney, I did not
know you were there.
I did not know you were there.
The question is, why are you here?
Perhaps you were looking for something?
Well, I was
What are you hiding, Miss Morland?
Ah! Yes, I see.
Yes, I see.
What is this?
An ancient manuscript, perhaps?
Oh, my, frightful.
Have you? Listen to this.
It says, six embroidered handkerchiefs.
Three pairs, white stockings.
My mother's laundry list.
There was no mystery
about my mother's death.
She contracted a fatal fever.
I fear my father has never
recovered from the loss,
and he did not wish to bring sad
memories by visiting her room.
Oh, Mr. Tilney, I am so.
I'm so sorry. I've allowed my
imagination to carry me completely away.
I've been very foolish.
It would have been shocking
to find out your father.
My dear Miss Morland, consider the
dreadful nature of your suspicions.
This is not the setting
for some Gothic novel.
This is our home.
And so I thought, go to the place
where all the mail comes from.
And that brought me here,
and that led me to the
doggie door that wasn't
really a doggie door,
and here I am.
Hi.
Come on, Mishbow.
You know, dogs aren't
allowed in the post office.
All right.
Hi, Wanda.
I didn't have any luck
at the post office.
Boy, this whole affair has got the little
dog about as confused as he can be.
Young Catherine's troubles
weren't over either,
as she was about to receive
some disturbing news.
Eleanor, what is it?
How shall I tell you?
How shall I tell you?
My father has an engagement
which takes us away on Monday.
You must return home immediately.
Have I offended the general?
My father's temper is not happy.
Something has rough.
Some vexation, some disappointment.
But he did not say.
Oh, Eleanor.
If I have offended him, I am sorry.
No.
Miss Morland, please, wait!
Your father said I
must leave immediately.
Please, a moment of your time.
Miss Morland, your imagination allows
you to think the worst of yourself,
but never that others
may have made a mistake.
You see, my father received
a letter from John Thorpe,
accusing you of being a fortune hunter.
He said you were pretending
to be Mrs. Allen's heiress
so that I would
be inclined to marry you.
But that's not true.
Mrs. Allen is but a family friend doing
me a kindness by bringing me to Bath.
Someone has misled Mr. Thorpe.
I assure you that Mr. Thorpe is quite
capable of misleading himself and others.
I cannot believe John Thorpe would
have such horrible intentions.
Isabella and John were
were my friends.
My dear Miss Morland.
You are truly blind
to the sins of others.
I too worried that you were
just a spoiled, rich creature
with a vivid imagination.
But now I know you are innocent,
with a kind and caring heart.
I thank you for the
compliment, Mr. Tilney.
But perhaps I need to learn
more about the real world
and judge people as they really are,
not as I would imagine them.
Well, perhaps we can learn together.
I'm sorry, Wanda.
I sniffed all over town
for the letter writer,
and all I got for it was sore paws. Ow.
Hello?
I know she said to be here at seven.
What's going on around here?
Where are my people? Ellen?
Surprise!
A party? For me? You shouldn't have!
Happy birthday!
Oh, I can't believe it! I mean, my
birthday's not even until next week!
Well, we know, but we
wanted to surprise you.
And you're not easy to surprise.
We all pitched in, but
I did the decorations.
Well, what about all?
those mysterious notes I've been getting.
Well, we wanted to
distract you a little bit,
but not give away the surprise.
You are the one, the one
who keeps us all together.
Yeah, we wanted to give
something back to you,
and, well, we're sorry
if you were worried.
Well, I guess I did let my
imagination kind of run away with me.
Oh, look at that cake.
We had it specially made for you.
There's cake. There's cake.
We just wanted to show you
how much we appreciate you.
You're such a good friend,
and you're my best friend.
Happy birthday.
Thank you, God.
Wishbone?
Hmm?
Oh, yeah, sorry.
Happy birthday, Wanda!
Good.
Oh, excuse me.
His hat sets so well, and his great
coat looks so becomingly important.
When Jane Austen described Henry
Tilney in her novel Northinger Abbey,
he was as fine as any hero of England.
Naturally, I added my
canine charm to the role,
but costumes.
really help make a story come to life.
Clothing helps to convey a sense of time,
helps to convey a sense of who these
people are and where they are in life.
Notice how different the set looks
when it's filled with our modern crew?
To make a believable
story, our costumes need to
match what people wore during
the story's time period.
This morning, splendid plan for today.
I blend right into 19th century
England, don't you think?
That's why costume
designers are so important,
They design all the actor's costumes,
right down to their hats and gloves.
In the 1800s, hats
were worn all the time,
so in our show, hats were
a big part of the costume.
Some were very fine to indicate wealth.
Some were simple to indicate a working
person, such as a strawberry vendor.
And some attire was outlandish to
mimic the personality of the character.
Mr. Tilney, Miss Tilney.
Others were just plain stylish.
As far as Wishbone's hats, we
make each and every one of them,
simply because
because period hats
don't exist that small.
Who knew?
My costumes are also custom-made.
Every time we tell a story,
we dig up a new fashion sense.
Once the original design is approved,
we sew them up and then do the fitting.
These great works of literature
that we are recreating,
they leave a lot to the
imagination of the reader.
Every single costume takes
some creative thinking.
You can imagine your own
costumes when you read books.
Check one out at your local library.
It's the fashionable thing to do.
Uh-huh.