The Time of Their Lives Page #4

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Those soldiers

were pursuing us,

and we mistook them

for Tom Danbury's friends...

and they mistook us

for traitors.

Traitors? Me, a traitor? I'm a patriot!

I even got a letter from General

George Washington to prove it.

Uh-oh. I gave the letter to

Nora to give to you. Nora?

That must be the letter that Tom took

from her before she was kidnapped.

Kidnapped? Kidnapped! Kidnapped?

Nora? Who are they?

Where are they?

I'll tear them

gizzard from gullet!

Tinker!

Wait for me!

Come on, you old nag.

Get up. Get up.

Get up. Come on. Lancelot! Cuthbert!

Come back with my Lancelot.!

Lancelot.! Lancelot.!

What happened?

I don't know.

I can't get through.

Something's wrong. Wait.

"Hear me,

ye faithless souls.

"May you lie there

in everlasting torment...

"with but one name to

identify your rotting bones:

'Traitor. "'

"And...

"unless some evidence

proves us wrong,

"I curse your

miserable spirits...

to be bound to Danbury

Acres 'til crack of doom. "

Then you heard it too. Oh, I thought it

was some horrible dream, but it wasn't.

We're bound to these acres

forevermore. We can't get away.

But he also said unless some

evidence proves him wrong.

Evidence? My letter from George

Washington! That's evidence!

That's right. Tom must have hidden

it somewhere in the library furniture.

Furniture? This is a fine

time to think of furniture.

Mistress Melody, the patriots

took it all away!

Well, don't give up.

Maybe he hid it behind some

secret panel in the wall.

Yeah.

Yeah!

Great Beelzebub and little Beelzebub. Look!

Now we shall be here

'til doom cracks.

Mistress Melody, why didn't you get

Paul Revere to help you instead of me?

Oh, I'm sorry, tinker. It's

all my fault. Forgive me?

I think we'd better

go back to the well.

Do you mind?

Uh-uh.

This is the first time I've

ever put my arm around you.

That's right. Melody. Yes?

We've been up in this

tree for 165 years. Yes.

And never once did I...

What?

Never...

Melody.

Yes?

You have beautiful eyes.

Oh, my little tinker.

Melody, there's just one

thing I want to ask you.

Oh, yes.

If I...

Oh, what is it?

Melody.

Yes?

No, I can't. It sounds

foolish comin' from a fat man.

Oh, no, Horatio!

Tell me.

You really wanna hear it?

Yes.

Melody,

would you...

Would I what?

Would you scratch

my back tonight?

See, it didn't

take so long.

That's right. And yet, no one would

know we're anywhere near civilization.

Ain't that the truth. Here.

Careful now. Don't look yet.

I want you right back here.

Now!

There she stands.

Danbury Manor, exactly as it was in 1780.

Come on. I can hardly wait

to show you the inside.

Shelly, this porch

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