The Good Neighbor Page #6

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Oh, let me guess, you're afraid

that it's actually gonna work.

Hey, Sean, honey, whose house

are you at tonight?

My mom's.

And is she cooking you dinner?

Uh, no, she's working late

again.

Well, then, you're having

dinner with us... again.

Great.

You know who little Albert is?

It's some weird way of

introducing me to your dick?

We learned about this in psych,

dude.

Back in the 20's, Johns Hopkins university did this messed

up experiment on behavioral conditioning in infants.

The baby they used was called

little Albert.

They would set little Albert

on a mattress...

Next to a white lab rat.

At first, he just played

with it.

He didn't have any reason

to be scared.

But after a while, every time

he touched the rat...

It would startle him.

Ringing loud bells or whatever.

And Albert would cry.

Eventually he started to

associate the rat...

With frightening sensations...

And whenever he saw anything

that looked even like a rat...

With or without the sound,

he became terrified.

Okay, help me out, because I

know you have some point here.

My point is... be careful how

far we push this guy.

We're creating something that

isn't what it seems.

It can do more damage

than you think.

All right, boys,

it's almost ready.

I'm just saying... they never

cured little Albert.

All right, so tonight, we're

gonna take things down a notch.

Maybe slamming doors was a

little bit too much, too fast.

So, we've come up

with a new haunt.

It's always a classic,

and relatively harmless.

Now as you'll notice, our old

man fell into another...

Whiskey-drenched slumber.

Well, that is a shame that we're

gonna have to wake him up.

This little number I like to

call, "the moonlight sonata".

Oh, wow, and this could not be

more perfect.

Sean, if you'll do the honors.

Dude, oh, my god, that's...

What are you doing?

Carrie, what are you doing?

I'm dancing, Harold.

Carrie, it's 3:
00

in the morning.

Is it?

You're drunk, Carrie.

I think on a night like this I'm

allowed to be, don't you think?

No, I don't, I think you

should be in bed.

So I can wake up tomorrow and

everything will be better?

So you're being...

No! I want to dance!

Listen to me.

No!

Oh, my god!

The neighbors are gonna hear us.

Do you think I care about the

f***ing neighbors?

What are you doing?

What are you doing?

Hm... that's interesting.

At least he didn't

hit it with an axe.

All right, it's 11:40 pm.

And Grainey just unlocked

the padlock...

And went down into his basement.

Check it out.

What the hell is a 150-year-old

man doing...

In a basement at midnight?

It's not the lock that matters,

Sean.

It's what's worth locking up.

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