Beethoven,
you get a good whiff of this ten-spot...
and you lead me
to its little brothers and sisters.
Okay, go!
Why are we going at night?
- So no one'll see us looking for the money.
He's gonna do it.
- He's better than a lottery ticket.
- Attaboy!
Come on, boy.
Use your smeller, feller.
What is it, boy?
What's that?
I don't like it, Uncle Freddy.
It's probably just a possum.
- Stu?
- Freddy?
- What are you doing out here
in the middle of the night?
Oh, just, uh, enjoying the walk.
With a metal detector?
You'd be surprised some of the things
you can find in the woods,
and tonight I hit the jackpot.
How about this fork? You know, you
can never, ever have enough forks.
One buck and it's yours.
The weird thing is I happen to have
more forks than I need right now,
so, uh, you have a nice night, okay?
Oh, listen, Freddy.
- I was never here.
- Well, 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.
You don't think this is
a wild goose chase, do you?
No. Saint Bernards can smell a person
buried under 20 feet of snow.
Really?
Freddy?
Vaughn?
- What are you doing out here?
- Well, I was gonna ask you the same thing.
We're looking for money...
Mush... Mushrooms.
We're looking for mushrooms.
Come on, kids. Owen.
You find anything in the lake?
Water. Lots of water.
The lake is mine!
Stay out of it.
Who's that girl?
She's not local.
That's my niece.
I don't trust her.
Come on, Carters.
Well, I think this town could use
some nonlocals.
You know,
spruce up the gene pool a little.
Now what?
- Freddy, is that you?
- SheriffJulie?
I heard there was some
treasure hunting going on tonight,
so I figured I better make sure
nobody got hurt.
You got that right.
This place is a madhouse.
Actually, I'm glad I ran into you, Freddy.
My car's been acting up again.
Twice around the odometer.
What are you gonna do?
Oh, bring it in.
I'd be happy to give you
a tune-up anytime.
Well, uh, I mean... I mean your...
I mean your car.
Ha-ha. Right. Great. I'll drop it
by first thing in the morning. Okay.
You 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.
That's it. I don't want to discuss
this. Come on. Let's go home.
Come on, boy.
Uh, Uncle Freddy.
Uncle Freddy.
What is it?
What's wrong, Sara?
What is it?
I saw them! The ghosts.
- Rita and Moe. They were right there!
- What's going on?
Sara just saw the ghosts.
They're over there!
Beethoven!
Beethoven, come back.
Sara, wait.
- Somebody get him.
Stay. Stay here. Stay with me.
Don't go with her.
Whoa.
Somebody's up to no good.
Shh.
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.
Well, I was kidding, okay?
A little thing adults do for fun.
Okay, maybe it wasn't that funny.
The point is there could be a million reasons why
that carnation was out in the woods last night.
What? Somebody dropped it
on their way to the prom?
Ooh, 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, Sara. Come on.
And what about Beethoven?
He was howling.
Dogs howl when they're around ghosts.
Dogs also howl at fire engines. Look, the
point is we've gotta stay focused here, Sara.
I mean, there is big money at stake here,
and we have the only key.
Thirds?
Oh, man. You really are
milking it, aren't ya, pal?
Okay.
So what's up with you and SheriffJulie?
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...
Saved by the bell.
Good morning. Good morning.
Oh, how shabby.
Hello, deary.
How are you? Come with me.