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the occasional sheep or goat.

Here, within the confines

of Castle Plunkett itself...

we come to the infamous

Wailing Willow...

from which the Brogan Banshee...

is reported to wail and howl

from time to time.

They're comin', Katie!

Get ready to show them

all you have!

Scare the Jesus out of 'em.

Howl, Katie, howl!

Howl like a banshee!

Wave the life out of 'em!

Wave your arms!

Oh, Jesus!

Stop the bus!

Help me!

Driver!

Help me!

There's a lady

on the luggage rack!

I'm not a lady!

I'm a banshee!

There's a banshee

on the luggage rack!

And the banshee's howling

brings forth...

the restless spirit

of Lady Amelia...

risen from her grave, riding

naked on her magical mount!

Hands and heels now, Patricia!

I can't stop it!

Help!

Awesome!

Oh, mummy!

The things I do for you.

Deeply appreciated.

Oh, dear.

Don't panic!

What do you mean,

"don't panic"?

Listen to me!

Don't panic!

Shut up!

She's amphibious,

or so I'm told.

Jesus Christ.

This is the end of the world.

Best foot forward, Katie.

Welcome to Castle Plunkett!

You are most heartily welcomed.

Ladies, gentlemen, children...

you appear to be a trifle moist.

May I?

Good evening, boys,

young lady...

Mr. Crawford,

Mrs. Crawford, Mrs. Clay.

Mr. Plunkett, what is

this whiting in a glaze?

Oh, that would be a lovely

whiting with bread crumbs.

And the whiting au nature?

Boiled whiting.

So, what's

the whiting vapor stuff?

That, my dear young one, would

be whiting, steamed.

And what is this?

Whiting bordeaux?

Very witty, Mr. Clay.

OK, Mom. You've got us here.

Now where are these ghosts?

Come on! I wanna see one now!

Boys!

I'm afraid there are

no ghosts here.

A cynic, Mr. Clay.

No, a parapsychologist...

Mr. Plunkett.

Duke University.

A para-what?

A parapsychologist.

An expert in ghosts.

Give the parapsychologist

a drink, Katie.

Whiting bisque, madame?

Thank you.

And for you, father?

The whiting bisque?

So, I was seeing this guy, and

he's a devil worshipper, right?

Well, he's a hairdresser,

really...

but he devil worships

on the side.

We booked this dumb tour

'cause he likes ghosts...

corpses, dead gerbils,

that kind of thing...

and he ran off

with this Buddhist monk.

I mean, how was I supposed

to know he was gay?

So, what about you?

Are you gay, too?

No, I'm not, but I'm chaste.

Just kidding.

Trick question.

So, what are you doing here?

Well, I thought

I'd take a vacation here...

in the Isle of Saints...

before I take my final vows

as a sort of spiritual treat.

Retreat.

Yeah. Well, I've kind of

taken a vow myself.

I've sworn off men

for a while, at least.

But you're not a priest yet?

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