Ernest Scared Stupid Page #3

in rustic surroundings.

Nah. Too much bass.

This one's nice.

Ah heh. Too many termites. Ah heh.

This looks like a good one.

Inhabited.

Oh, jeez.

What's the big idea? A tree is a tree.

We've got to find one big

enough to keep the Ottomans out.

The Ottomans?

Don't ask.

Oo-o-o-o-o-o-h!

This is neat!

Go on!

It's okay. Go on!

Go on!

I don't like this.

Well, I didn't see any poison ivy.

The worst thing that could happen

would be Dutch elm blight,

and none of us are Dutch.

Remember, if any of us get separated,

there's an old pioneer

way of finding north...

the bark always grows

on the outside of a tree.

Is he serious?

I'm afraid so.

This is it!

The foundation of the high ground...

tree of the stars!

This is a tree to die for.

Come on, kids. This'll be fun.

I've been collecting

this stuff for years.

Well, I guess we got to give it a try.

No guts, no glory.

Yes, just as the journey of 1,000

miles begins with a single step,

a treehouse begins with a single nail.

Observe.

Here he shall be buried,

and this oak tree will seal his fate.

Its roots will be his prison,

which must never be disturbed.

Return this evil from whence it came.

Ahhhhh!

One treehouse... under construction.

Crank 'er up.

All right. This is really working.

This is great!

All right, Joey. Over here.

- Another wall coming up.

- Good work.

One more side to go.

This is really looking great.

The spirits are loose again.

Who would dare enter here?

- All right! We did it!

- Yeah!

This is really neat.

This is your high ground.

I felt it! I felt it!

Heaven help us!

The signs showed me...

the sun, the moon, the stars...

oh, horror will once more walk among us.

The nightmare will begin again.

Well, it's not the greatest

treehouse in the world,

but I wouldn't call

it a nightmare, either.

Worrell!

What have you done?! What

have you done to the tree?

A whole world of trees, and

you had to pick this one!

Well, we didn't know this was your land,

or we would've asked if it was okay.

It will open the ancient door

and all that lurks inside!

Flee this evil place!

Flee!

Old Lady Hackmore!

Wow! I thought she never

went out of her house.

Probably some simple misunderstanding.

Maybe I should go and

have a talk with her.

They will return...

Well, wait a minute. Wait a minute.

We're not really on your

place, more like above it.

- Couldn't we talk air rights?

- Get away. Get away.

- That was spooky.

- Yeah.

Come on. I think they went this way.

Yeah. They got to be

around here somewhere.

It's the Murdocks!

All right. Battle stations.

Let's see how this baby works

under actual field conditions!

Let's go!

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