02x11 - Rupert and the Lamp

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(Birds chirping)

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(Whirring)

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(Bell ringing)

(Laughing)

(Eagle screaming)

Yahoo!

Whee!

(Whirring)

(Birds chirping)

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MR. BEARWell, we should

arrive at Rose Heath Cottage

before dark.

And I for one can hardly wait.

Why don’t you tell us what the

guidebook says about it again,

Rupert?

Okay, Dad.

"Rose Heath Cottage.

Wonderful food and very

reasonable rates.

Delightfully quaint."

(Thunder crashing)

What does quaint mean, Dad?

Quaint?

Well, it means-- it means...

Originally, quaint meant

clever or skilled.

That’s right but now it

means, uh...

Now it means unusual or

old-fashioned, in a pleasing

way.

That’s right.

It can also mean, uh...

Charming, curious, fanciful,

whimsical, peculiar, unique or

eccentric.

That’s right.

Oh.

Thanks, Dad.

You’re welcome, Rupert.

(Car straining)

MRS. BEARAre you sure this

hired car will make it to Rose

Heath Cottage, dear?

Oh, don’t worry about the

noise; that’s just a sign of the

car’s character.

(Loud banging)

Well, it certainly has plenty

of that.

Besides, it was a real

bargain.

It’s all right, Mum.

Dad and I checked the this old

jalopy from top to bottom and

everything is working perfectly.

Right, Dad?

Right, Rupert.

(Banging and creaking)

(Thunder crashing)

Even the fuel gauge is

working perfectly.

That’s right.

It says we’re out of fuel and

sure enough, we’re out of fuel.

(Laughing sheepishly)

Wow!

Stuck in the middle of nowhere

during a thunderstorm!

You were right, Dad.

This is going to be an exciting

holiday!

Well, we’re not exactly in

the middle of nowhere, Rupert.

But it is a little too far to

walk to Rose Heath Cottage,

especially in this weather.

We could stay right here!

Look!

"Wormeton Castle.

Bed and breakfast daily, weekly,

monthly or...

indefinitely"?

This castle must be hundreds of

years old!

And it isn’t quaint at all, is

it, Dad?

Not at all, Rupert.

It’s actually a little

spooky.

Well, it’s probably haunted,

Mum.

Haunted?

There’s someone-- something

in the window.

(Door creaking open)


Oh!

There’s no one there.

(High-pitched:) Hello?

(Clearing throat)

Hello?

(Echoing)

You’re right, dear.

No one there.

It must be an automatic door or

something.

But I saw--

VOICEGood evening.

(Gasping)

Please do come in.

Good evening.

Thank you very much.

Very kind of you.

Who are you talking to?

(Whispering:) I have no idea.

(Thunder crashing)

Welcome to Wormeton Castle.

I’m the Earl of Wormeton but

please, call me Alfred.

Hello, Alfred.

We’re the Bears-- Mr. Bear

and Mrs. Bear, that is.

This is our Rupert-- son, Rupert

Bear.

We’re awfully sorry to bother

you but we’ve had a little car

trouble and well, we thought--

are you open?

Open?

We saw the sign outside--

bed-and-breakfast daily, weekly,

monthly...

Indefinitely.

Oh, yes.

Of course I’m open.

(Thudding shut)

Please, don’t be alarmed.

It’s merely the wind.

(Chuckling)

Car trouble, you say?

Yes, we--

Then you have no choice but

to stay for the night.

All night.

Wonderful.

(Thunder crashing)

Wonderful.

Fantastic!

Please follow me.

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(Bats chirping)

(Cat yowling)

(Organ playing)

(Gasping)

It’s just the wind.

(Laughing nervously)

That’s what I thought.

Where’s Rupert?

(Thunder crashing)

Alfred!

Rupert!

Where were you?

I’m sorry, I got lost.

That’s all right, Rupert.

It happens.

How many other guests are

there, Alfred?

There are no other guests.

But I saw someone in a window

upstairs just a few minutes

ago--

(Loud scream)

My thumb, my thumb!

It was an accident!

Hello!

Excuse us, would you?

Oh my.

I thought you said--

I forgot about the workmen.

They’re staying here while they

do some repair work on the

castle.

Milton and Monte, they call

themselves.

Milton and Monte?

They’re forever hitting each

other on the thumb, it seems.

They aren’t very good craftsman

but they do work cheaply.

Please wait in here.

I’ll bring you some hot tea and

biscuits, just the thing to

soothe the nerves.

(Cat yowling)

It’s so good to have company for

a change.


It’s been so long since I...

entertained.

(Chuckling)

You see, I’m the last of an

illustrious line.

I’ve lived alone here for

years now.

All I have is this castle.

But it’s deteriorating so badly.

Falling apart, really.

I’m afraid if I can't come up

with a means to repair it,

Wormeton Castle will have to be

torn down.

That’s so sad.

Yeah, so sad.

You got any biscuits left,

Alfred?

Certainly.

Old Alfie moves pretty fast,

doesn’t he?

He certainly does.

There’s something very

strange about that guy.

There’s something very strange

about this whole place.

It’s like it's-- like it’s--

Haunted?

Yeah.

Oh, just relax, would you?

How can I relax?

This place is spooky, and that

old Alfred, he gives me--

Biscuit?

(Screaming)

Alfred, thank you.

Thank you very much.

Thank you.

I see you’re interested in

Sir Francis, Rupert.

Sir Francis?

The first Earl of Wormeton.

Quite a fascinating man.

He led something of a double

life.

You see, he was known as a

gentleman sailor who made many

trips to far-off lands.

But legend has it that he was in

fact a feared and ruthless

pirate.

Gosh!

But how could he keep something

like that a secret?

Well, it seems that whenever

Sir Francis sailed home with his

ships hold filled with plundered

treasure, his crews had the

strange habit of disappearing.

Dead men tell no tales?

Precisely.

And it’s also possible that Sir

Francis wasn’t fond of sharing.

(Chuckling)

But what about the treasure?

What happened to it?

Oof!

No one knows.

Legend has it that Sir Francis

hid the treasure somewhere here

in the castle.

You mean the treasure could

still be here?

It could be, Rupert.

But legend also has it that each

night after midnight, the ghost

of Sir Francis roams the castle

halls, ready to make sure that

anyone who might come in search

of his hidden treasure will meet

with a horrible end.

(Cackling)

Unfortunately, it is just a

legend.

I found no treasure in this

castle and we all know there’s

no such thing as ghosts.

Yeah, we all know that.

(Laughing nervously)

Oh my.

Look at the time.

It’s almost--

Midnight.

(Chuckling menacingly)

I hope you all find your rooms

suitable.

Goodnight, everyone.

Sleep well.

Goodnight, Alfred.

Well, goodnight, Milton,


Mon--

(Slamming)

What a curious pair.

(Thunder rumbling)

Are you sure you don’t want

to come in here with us, Rupert?

No, I’m fine, thanks.

But it might be a little

spooky all by yourself.

It is almost midnight.

That’s right!

Sir Francis will be roaming the

halls any minute.

Right, Dad?

Now, Rupert.

We all know there’s no such

thing as ghosts.

Goodnight, Rupert.

Goodnight!

(Thunder crashing)

No such thing as ghosts!

(Clocks chiming)

Midnight!

Are you asleep, dear?

Almost.

Me too.

(Tinkling)

Sir Francis?

Dear?

What was that noise?

The wind.

I’m sure it was the wind.

(Door creaking open)

(Cat yowling)

It’s just the cat!

It’s just the cat.

(Laughing)

No need to be alarmed, dear.

(Gasping)

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Maybe my eyes were playing

tricks on me.

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(Gasping)

Mum?

Dad?

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Milton?

Monte?

Where is everyone?

Alfred?

Rupert.

(Gasping)

Trouble sleeping?

No-- I mean yes.

I was looking for my parents but

they’re gone!

Everyone’s gone except--

Except you and me?

Yes.

Well, perhaps they’ve gone

down to the kitchen for a

midnight snack.

(Chuckling)

Come along, then.

We’ll go and look for them.

(Thud)

Ooh-- ughhh...

(Gasping)

Alfred?

Alfred!

(Snoring nearby)

(Snoring louder)

This must be--

Ahh-- what?

Oh!

(Gasping)

(Moaning)

Sir Francis?

Where??

Yahh!

(Gasping)

(Screaming)

Has he gone?

Has who gone?

Sir Francis.

I thought you were Sir

Francis.

Me?

(Laughing)

Me?

You thought I was Sir Francis?

(Laughing)

Really?

This is Sir Francis’s room,

isn’t it?

Well, yes.

And you are a ghost, aren’t

you?

Yes.


I’m looking for my parents.

They seem to have disappeared.

Everyone’s disappeared.

I thought that you-- that is,

Sir Francis may have--

Don’t look at me.

I’m not one of those malevolent,

vengeful ghosts you always hear

about.

I’m more of an office ghost.

I am-- well, I was Sir Francis’s

accountant.

Accountant?

Bookkeeper.

You know, treasure in, treasure

out.

You certainly gave me a little

scare just now.

I thought Sir Francis had come

back.

He was a ruthless boss and

terrible at keeping records.

You know, there’s nothing more

difficult than getting a pirate

to save receipts.

The name’s Wally.

Rupert.

Sorry.

(Giggling)

That’s okay but I thought--

that is, according to the

legend, the castle was haunted

by the ghost of Sir Francis.

Well, there’s legends for

you.

I’m the only ghost around here.

I hope you’re not too

disappointed.

No, not at all.

But wait a second, if it wasn’t

you, and it’s not Sir Francis,

then it must be...

(Creaking)

(Gasping)

Milton and Monte.

We’ve been looking for you,

Rupert.

You’re not really workmen.

You’re after the treasure.

Smart lad.

Yeah, too smart.

Who were you talking to in here?

Just a ghost.

A ghost?

Where?

It’s a trick, you nincompoop!

Get him!

Nice try, but you’ll have to

do better than that to fool me.

There he is!

Where??

Whoa!

Hey, Monte!

Guess who I found?

He’s gone!

He just disappeared!

Smart lad.

(Snoring)

Wally!

Ahh!

Rupert!

I wish you’d stop doing that.

I’m sorry, Wally, but you've

got to help me.

Milton and Monte have done

something with my parents and

the Earl and now they’re after

me.

What do you want me to do?

I’m just a ghost after all.

Well, you could scare them.

Scare them?

Hm, I suppose I could look into

their past business dealings and

see whether they’re up-to-date

on their taxes.

No, I mean really scare them

so they’ll run away!

I don’t know, Rupert.

I’m just not that kind of ghost.

Let’s face it, Rupert.

I don’t even look scary.

That’s true but perhaps

there’s something we could do

about that.

MILTONWell, this is it,

Monte.

We’ve torn apart every other

room in the castle.

The treasure has got to be in


here... somewhere.

Don’t you think we should try

to find that kid first, Milton?

Wouldn’t you forget about

him!

He can’t cause us any trouble.

Get to work!

I feel ridiculous in this

outfit.

I look ridiculous.

You look fine!

You look very scary.

You can do it!

Now, wait until I give the word.

Well, all right.

I suppose.

Perhaps--

MILTONJust think, Monte.

Once we find that treasure,

it’ll be paradise.

Yeah, but if we don’t find

it, it’ll be paradise lost,

Milton.

Well, the treasure’s not in the

moat building-- uh, the built

moulting-- I mean--

Now!

(Moaning)

Did you hear something?

It sounded like "Ooh, ooh,

ooh, ooh."

This is never going to work.

Yahoo!

Get him!

Whoa!

Oof!

Oh!

(Screaming)

Oof!

We’ve got you now.

Here, you’ve proved to be

surprisingly troublesome.

We’re going to have to get rid

of you for good.

Wally!

Who?

Wally!

Rupert!

Who’s Wally?

He’s a ghost!

Ha!

I’m too smart to fall for that

more than twice in one day.

(Wally moaning)

I’d be scared...

if I were you...

He looks like a-- like a--

Ghost.

I am the ghost of

St. Francis.

St. Francis?

I mean, Sir Francis.

You let that boy go right now!

Whoops.

(Giggling)

I mean it, now!

Let the boy go or I’ll-- I'll--

(Moaning)

He’s gonna woo-woo

woo-woo-woo.

(Laughing)

Please don’t woo, woo, woo

us, St. Francis.

Please!

(Moaning)

Whoops!

That’s the funniest thing

I’ve ever seen!

(Laughing)

I’m sorry, Rupert.

(Men laughing)

Well, this has been fun but

we really must dispose of you.

Come on, Monte.

I’ll be right there, Milton.

I just want to get my chain.

Forget the chain!

But it has sentimental value.

Hey, Milton, somebody’s pulling

my chain.

Whoa!

Milton!

Wally!

(Wally moaning)

Ooh!

(Screaming)

(Yelling)

(Yelling)

(Rumbling)

The treasure!


Wally, you found the treasure!

I just stumbled onto it.

MONTEI was wrong.

The treasure is in the boat,

Milton.

(Door squeaking)

Rupert!

Everything is all right now.

But where’s Milton and Monte?

They’re tied up in the

ballroom.

And Alfred, there’s a little

surprise for you there.

Come back soon.

Thanks to Rupert finding the

treasure, I’ll be able to fix

the castle up properly.

I must thank you.

Especially Rupert-- the way he

outfoxed those crooks

single-handedlyremarkable.

Yes.

He’s quite a boy.

But where is he?

WALLYWell, goodbye, Rupert.

And thank you.

If it weren’t for you, the Earl

and I would have lost our home.

Don’t thank me, Wally.

You did it!

But promise me one thing.

Anything.

Promise me you’ll introduce

yourself to the Earl.

It’s silly for you both to be

here without knowing each other.

Perhaps you could look after the

inn’s books.

And scare the guests from

time to time?

Woo, woo, woo-woo?

(Laughing)

You’d be a tourist

attraction.

MR. BEARRupert!

Rupert!

I have to go.

Promise me now.

Oh, all right.

(Laughing)

Goodbye!

Goodbye, Rupert.

Goodbye!

Goodbye!

Alfred is such a nice man.

And to think that last night I

was beginning to think that he

was, well--

A ghost?

(Laughing)

But, as Alfred himself said,

there’s no such thing as ghosts.

(Alfred screaming)

It sounds as if Alfred has

changed his mind.

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