Beethoven's 5th Page #3

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- Whoa!

- I think I got a big one.

- (Freddy) Easy does it.

(Sara) You got it, Garrett. Don't let it go.

All right! We got dinner tonight.

Look at that baby.

- Hey, get it away from me!

- Is that a dandy or what?

There's no way I'm eating that.

- Whoa!

- (Sara) Eww!

- A genuine Gronias nigrilabrus.

- Translation:
catfish.

I told you he was

the smartest kid in Quicksilver.

(screams)

Uncle Freddy, what is it?

Hey, it's Owen.

Kids, always give a frogman a hand.

How's the weather down there?

It's wet. Too wet.

God. I never would have guessed.

- Is everyone in this town crazy?

- (both) Not us.

Beethoven? Come back, boy.

- He's probably off chasing a rabbit.

- Or maybe he's chasing a ghost.

Yeah. I'll believe it when I see it.

My grandfather saw the ghosts himself

when he was a kid.

He and his buddies were camping

by the lake when they came right at them.

They left so fast they forgot the tent.

And when they came back later...

it was all shredded up.

Stop it, Garrett.

There's no such thing as ghosts.

Sometimes spirits get trapped in this

world and can't find their way out.

And scientists,

with all their gobbledegook,

they just can't figure it out either.

(leaves rustling)

- (Sara) What was that?

- (Freddy) It's Beethoven.

- Come here. Here, boy.

- What's he got?

(Freddy) Hey! You got to love that dog.

Goes into the woods and comes back with

money. Any more where that came from?

- Can I keep it?

- I don't see why not. It looks old.

- Go get us all some money, Beethoven.

- Yeah.

- Buckets of it. Right?

- Yeah.

Yeah.

(toilet flushes)

- (banging and whirring)

- (puzzled growl)

(knock on door)

I forgot to mention.

The bathroom's upstairs.

Yeah. We heard.

Well, good night.

Don't let the bedbugs bite.

- Uh, Uncle Freddy?

- Yeah?

You don't really have bedbugs, do you?

Nah. Not any more.

Beethoven, this is

going to be a long month.

So I decided at that point

to give up on a career with the NBA

and then I stopped eating for height

and started eating for pure girth.

Give me the seven-eighths, would you?

Thanks.

I think I'm going to save a lot of money

on lubrication with you around here.

(tyres screech)

Three, two, one...

(siren)

Right on cue. That, Beethoven, is the

number-one moneymaker in this town.

The speed trap on Quicksilver Drive.

Out-of-towners think they can just

blast through here at any speed.

And then they meet the sheriff.

(Western-style music)

Nine times out of ten

some yokel's at the wheel

who thinks he can handle her

cos she's a woman.

Perfect. She's a chick.

- Licence and registration.

- Darlin', what did I do wrong?

It's Sheriff Dempsey. Licence.

Well, you got to hope he doesn't

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