here.
- You can count on that.
He is not out here looking for silverware.
I got a bad feeling about this, kids.
Beethoven, take us to the dough.
- All right.
- Come on, boy.
- (Sara) Think this is a wild-goose chase?
- (Garrett) No.
St Bernards can smell a person
buried under 20 feet of snow.
(growls)
- Freddy?
- Vaughn?
- What are you doing out here?
- I was going to ask you the same.
- We're looking for money.
- We're looking for mushrooms.
Come on, kids. Owen.
Did you find anything in the lake?
Water. Lots of water.
The lake is mine. Stay out of it.
(growls)
- Who's that girl? She's not local.
- That's my niece.
I don't trust her.
Come on, Carters.
This town could use some non-locals.
Spruce up the gene pool a little.
(growls)
- (Garrett) Now what?
- Freddy, is that you?
- Sheriff Julie?
- I heard there was some treasure hunting.
- I figured I'd make sure nobody got hurt.
- You got that right. Place is a madhouse.
Actually, I'm glad I ran into you.
My car's been acting up again.
Twice around the odometer.
What are you going to do?
Bring it in. I'd be happy to
give you a tune-up any time.
Wha...? Uh...
- I mean your car. Was what I...
- Ha-ha. Right.
- I'll drop it by first thing. Take care now.
- Sure.
Uncle Freddy, I didn't know
you were sweet on Julie.
- Am not.
- He sure is.
Admit it. You like her.
- Do not.
- Do too.
I don't want to discuss this.
Let's go home.
(growls)
Come on, boy.
Uncle Freddy? Uncle Freddy?
(ghostly whispering)
What is it?
- What's wrong, Sara?
- What is it?
I saw the ghosts. Rita and Moe.
Right there.
- What is it?
- Sara saw the ghosts.
They're over there.
Beethoven! Beethoven, come back.
- (Freddy) Sara, wait.
- (Sara) Somebody get him.
Stay here. Stay with me.
Don't go with her.
(growls)
Whoa.
(whines)
Somebody's up to no good.
(Beethoven snores)
(creaking)
Shhh!
Maybe camp wasn't that bad.
Now, hold on a moment.
There are no ghosts. You said so yourself.
But you said there were.
"Spirits can get trapped in this world."
I was kidding, OK?
A little thing adults do for fun.
OK, maybe it wasn't that funny.
But there could be a million reasons
why that carnation was out in the woods.
What? Somebody dropped it
on their way to the prom?
A little teenage attitude here, huh?
It would be if I was a teenager,
but I'm only 12.
Plus, I saw them. Clear as day.
Half the town was in the woods last night.
What about Beethoven? He was howling.
Dogs howl when they're around ghosts.
Dogs also howl at fire engines.
The point is, we got to stay focussed.
There is big money at stake here,
and we have the only key.
Thirds? Oh, man.
You really are milking it, aren't you?
OK. (sighs)
- So what's up with you and Sheriff Julie?
- There's no story there.
- She's way out of my league.
- Come on, that's not true.
You should ask her out.
- Well, actually, I...
- (door bell)
Saved by the bell.
Good morning. Good morning.
Oh. How... shabby.
Hello, dearie, how are you?
Come with me.
I brought a present for you.
A welcome-to-Quicksilver present.
That's how we locals are. Friendly.
- Lip gloss galore!
- Oh! Thank you.
Where's Beethoven? I thought he and
Babycakes could share some quality time.
They got along so well the other day.
- Beethoven?
- Oh, yes. They're just like soul mates.
Babycakes would like us all to take
a nice big long walk together.
No! Babycakes!
She's just playing hard to get.
Come back, sweetie.
Sweetheart, come back.
What did Mommy do wrong?
This isn't the plan. Babycakes,
Beethoven will think you don't like him.
- I can see they get along just great.
- Babycakes!
So a few people know about the money.
It's not the end of the world.
We just have to lay low and not attract
any undue attention. Got it? Good.
- Greetings, canine.
- Here they come.
- Where's the