Casper: A Spirited Beginning Page #2

or start huffin' and puffin'.

Look, you're the last demolition crew in town.

If Mayor Hunt is not posing

in front of some rubble today, I'm dead!

Tough! We don't do ghosts - union rules.

Dave, there are no such things as ghosts!

Dave?

Man, are we good or what?

Yeah. Just like the US scare force!

Fatso, lighten up, huh?

- I mean, go turn on the lights.

- Yeah, I knew that.

Did we ever spook them bone bags!

Yeah. They didn't even stand

a ghost of a chance!

Boy, them fleshies sure can run!

I'll say. Maybe they take extra vitamin E.

Well, maybe we're just the best.

You sure are. Say cheese!

- Where?

- Cheese!

We'll take three eight by tens.

It's that snoop again.

The mummy wrap was a nice touch, guys.

But the wedgie? It seemed

a bit overused, don't you think?

Who asked you, nosy?

- Nice try.

- Ooh, it's Mr Scare-Me-Not.

Look, kid. How many times we gotta tell ya?

This is an exclusive club,

and you ain't invited.

Hey, what's that?

Aha! This is a condemned building.

According to the Ectoplasma Britannica,

it's a public place.

Fleshies ain't supposed to have this.

Where'd you get it?

The Spooker lmage Catalog. So how come

you guys decided to move here?

This ain't our home.

Though it is a nice location.

Oh, yes. Excellent view too.

Something of a fixer-upper though.

Will you two shut your yaps?

Come on, guys. I know a lot about ghosts.

Let me hang with ya.

Hang? You're a little late for that event, kid.

Besides, us? Pals with a bone bag?

Don't make me laugh.

Don't make me puke.

Don't eat beans around the campfire.

Come on, guys.

Beat it, biped. You don't scare right.

Ghosts. What do they know?

Oh, my gosh, I'm late for school.

Here they come!

All right, everybody. Settle down, folks.

I'm Snivel, and welcome

to our ghost train station.

In other words, the station

where we train you to be ghosts. Get it?

OK. Over the next few weeks,

you the rookies will be learning

the A, Boo, Cs of the ghost life.

OK again. At which time,

you will be issued a haunting license.

All right, now. You deadbeats,

file through here! Ready, march!

All right, everybody, come on. What are you

looking at? I am Snivel. Keep on movin'.

March, march, march.

You didn't laugh at my jokes.

And the grand total is... five.

Oh, no! Who's missing?

Casper?

Did you say "missing," you little runt?

Kibosh...

I'm in charge here and nobody skips training.

Especially little snotnoses named Carter.

That's Casper, sir.

Silence!

When I want your help, I'll beat it out of you.

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