High Spirits Page #3

No. Not yet.

Well, here's to keeping

our vows.

Mr. Plunkett.

Who's that?

Mary Plunkett.

My great-great-great-great-

great-great-grandcousin.

She died right here in

Castle Plunkett 200 years ago.

She couldn't take

the whiting, either?

Levity is out of place,

Mrs. Crawford.

She was murdered

on her wedding night...

by the hand of her

newly wedded husband.

When I remember

All friends linked together

I've seen around me

Fall like leaves in wintry snow

Why don't I just

give you both here?

I can get the change later.

Lovely music.

Shut up!

Some banquet-hall

Deserted

Whose lights are fled

Whose garlands dead

And all but he departed

Thus in the stilly night

Ere slumber's chain

Has bound me

Fond memory brings the light

Honey, everybody's singing.

It's beautiful.

It's beautiful.

A full moon has risen

above Houghlin Bog.

Those of you

with nervous dispositions...

would do well

to protect yourselves.

Lock your windows,

bolt your doors...

say your prayers...

for tonight,

they may be walking abroad...

the cluricanes,

the banshees, and the pookas.

Good night.

Sleep well, if you can.

If you dare!

Bugs.

Where did they all go?

Don't ask.

They might come back.

Well, if there are

any ghosts in this castle...

I hope to God they put on

a better show than this one.

It was pretty scary, huh, kids?

Didn't you see

"Nightmare on Elm Street"?

Give me a break.

Scared the sh*t out of me.

Right. Phase Two.

Katie, banshee time.

Julia, where's me bandages?

Because it's hard to get

a significant C.R. reading...

when there is no observed

deviation to be measured.

I'm afraid that this is going

to be the most pitiful scam...

There is not even

a dress hanger in the dump.

Malky.

Get me the nightie

you bought me at the duty-free.

Honey?

Thanks, Bugbear.

Oh, take this, would you?

Unexpected random fluctuations

of the standard deviation...

would need to exceed 2.33 for it

to be conceived as significant.

Here we have

a very impressive sight indeed.

It's the winning Hereford bull

owned by Mr. Lynch...

and he's won the competition

for the third year in a row.

Mind you,

the competition we saw today...

was of a very

high quality indeed...

and the judges

had a very difficult task.

Of course, these days,

the judges emphasize grooming...

Oh, my God.

Major jet lag.

Excuse me.

I don't believe in ghosts.

Oh, wait.

Calm down, Miranda.

You can stop it now,

because really, I'm not scared.

One more time, my Katie, and

give the window a little tap.

Tap it yourself.

Away, Little John.

Damn it!

Look at me, you bastard!

OK, you guys.

If you aren't in bed in three

seconds, you are grounded.

But we haven't seen a ghost yet.

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