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The chalice, please Joan. / It's brand new, M'am. We got it at Walmart, only $7.43. / The Athame now, please. / You didn't get this at Walmart did you? / Uh,... no. / Thank you. |
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Now don't be nervous honey. Agnes is just going to prick your finger a little, then gently squeeze out a couple of drops of blood into the chalice. / Chelsea's not going to have to drink it, is she? / No, of course not. This is all symbolic of your love for your sister. / But why does love always have to hurt. |
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Cynthia Marie Angeline Thalia Monroe McRae, please step forth. / Please extend your right hand. / Uh, does it have to be blood? Spit is a bodily fluid. Can't I just, you know, spit in the cup? / Your right hand, please. / Groan |
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Go on Jubal, it's your turn. / Time to slice and dice. / Alexander Jubal McRae, please step forth. / "Blood is the life, blood is the life", so said Mr. Renfield in "Dracula". If blood is the life, it is something I gladly give to Chelsea. She is my friend now and for eons to come... / Ahem,... if you are finished? / Sure. Slice and dice away. |
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To this blood of the four souls, we add wine from the earth. / With this elixer we paint a protective circle, a symbol of the infinate, the unending spirit. / Chelsea Kate Urania Chattan, please enter the circle. / What a bummer. I thought she was going to glow or omething. |
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No matter what happens, do not break the circle. Repeat after me. / Empower this witch, empower this charm, protect her from within, let it do no harm. / Empower this witch, empower this charm, protect her from within, let it do no harm. / Ungh / Do not break the circle!! / The beast is trying to get out! |
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Eeiiiiiaarrrroaaii... / Empower this witch, / Empower this charm, / Protect her from within, / Let it do not harm. / Daddy? / Daddy? But you're... / Hello kitten. / I've just come here to tell you that everything will be all right. / You are an unique soul, with abilities most cannot fathom. Use them well. Use them wisely. / I'll be watching you. / Chelsea? / Chelsea, are you okay? You passed out. / Are sure you are okay? / You had us scared Chels. / It's over dear. / No Mama, it's not. / For better or for worse... / it's only just begun. |
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Now, by wearing this necklace, it should prevent you from changing into the panther. / But how do we know? There's not a full moon for almost a month. / Any extreme stress will make you change. We just need to make you mad. / Oh? In that case, all we need to do is tickle her. / You tickle me, you lose a lungm and not by any panther either. / You're no fun. |
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Now, we have to make Chelsea mad. / I think I have it. / Pat Buchanon! Newt Gingrich! Rush Limbaugh! / Jesse... Helms. / The ritual worked. Chelsea didn't change. / Chels? I think you can stop trying to kill Jubal now. / Yakk |
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Since I am going to be moving back here, I need to go back up to New York for a few days. / I need to tie up a few loose ends, I need to help Lucy get a roommate. I also need to get my stuff. / We'll go with you and help you pack. / Thank you. I do need the help. / And I need to get my other shoes. I only have six pair here. / You poor girl. |
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Are you certain that you don't need Jubal and myself to help? / Oh, I think us weak little girls can move Chels back here. You big strong guys need to hold things down. / Besides, daddy already used his big strong wallet to hire us a moving van and a couple of movers. / Hi, I'm Steel, this is Stone. We're here to help you move. / You're doing a good job so far. |
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My wife just left in a moving van with two moving guys who look like Chippendale dancers. / Don't worry about it. They're probably gay. / How do you know? / Didn't you see the way they looked at Ben? / Hey!! |
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A Pokémon? What in heavens name made you buy that? / I wanted to experience the euphoric ecstasy of owning a wildly popular toy, of knowing that I might as well be holding the Holy Grail. / Enough of that. Let's go get something to eat. |
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So, Jubal, what was with all that hocus pocus the other night? / It was Halloween. We did, y'know, witch stuff. / Pretend that I don't wear a pointed hat and fly around on a broom. Enlighten me! / You don't? My God Paul, the rumors aren't true after all. What are we going to do with that camouflage cauldron? / Do you have to make light of everything? / I'm extremely serious about nailing your step-daughter, but other than that, yes. / Jubal, just answer Ben's question. Then maybe we can get to the restaurant. / Okay, but I'll have to sacrifice you both to Melissa Joan Hart. I hope you understand. / Why me? |
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Me and you and a dog named boo... / Do you have to do that?! We don't need any entertainment tonight! / Ben! Look out!! / Skkkreeeecchhhhh!!!!! / ? |
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Is he? / The dog is still alive, but barely. / Does he have a collar? / Nope. / Okay, there is a flat board in the back of the truck. Get the dog on that and we will take him to the vet. / Hope no one was hungry tonight. / They say that fasting cleanses the soul. My soul must be sparkling, but what the hey. |
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What happened here? / I took my damn eyes off the damn road for one damn moment and hit the damn dog. / I must be damn senile or something. / Probably "or something". That causes more accidents than anything else. |
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Ben, I've taken a few x-rays of the dog. He's in pretty bad shape. / The left lung has been punctured, his left hind leg, jaw, and most of his ribs have been broken. Also, he may be too weak to survive the surgery that he needs. / The surgery will be expensive. I'm afraid that in this case I would recommend that the dog be put down. / I don't care how much it costs. Save that dog! |
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Ben, I am puzzled. Your compassion for this dog is commendable, but forgive me for being frank, it is hardly characteristic. / When I was ten years old, my father gave me a black lab, just like that one. I named him Rascal. / I loved that dog. We had a connection that you would only find in literature. / If this is going to be an Old Yeller story, I have to say that I hate to cry on an empty stomach. / Have a biscuit. |
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I've called in another vet from Wilmington to help with his surgery. You fellows should go on. / Ben, I'll call you and let you know how things turn out with the dog. / Hey, wasn't that the guy who tried to have the panther euthanized? / Yes it was. / I wonder who sprinkled fairy dust on him and made him human. / Got me? But I'd watch it with that fairy dust remark. |
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So Ben, you didn't finish your dog story. You know Rascal? / Yes, Rascal. He was a big handsome black Labrador... unfortunately he was killed, run over, when I was eighteen. I was in school when it happened. I cried for a damn week. Imagine that. / But the story doesn't end there. / Now how did I know he was going to say that? / Vietnam, 1965, right after the Gulf of Tonkin resolution. I was in charge of a Marine division and we were just south of Da Nang on patrol. It was calm and quiet. / Then all hell broke loose. / They came from everywhere and nowhere. Bullets, grenades, bombs, all kept coming. / I tried to hold my men together but when a shell came too close I was knocked down and out. / I don't know how long I had been unconscious, but I just knew that I would either be soon captured by the VC or dead. / However, when I came to, I had apparently been dragged into the jungle, to safety. / Then I looked up, and there he was,... as big as life. / Rascal? |
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I had been pulled to safety by Rascal, a dog that had died years before, but there he was. I tried to get up, to touch him. I had to know that he was real. / I tried to touch him, but the pain from my wounds was too much and I passed out again. / About two hours later, my troops found me. The dog was gone. / And if either of you repeat this... / Wouldn't dream of it Ben, even if I did believe you. |
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Ben, there are no such things as ghosts, let alone ghost dogs. I'm sure that your mind simply conjured up an image of "Rascal" to ease your dilemma. / You were alone, in trauma, scared, and so you had a hallucination. It happens to the best of us. / Yeah, when I was five years old I thought I saw the ghost of my recently deceased hamster. / Turned out to be just a baby rat, but it scared the crap out of me just the same. |
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When I saw my dog, Rascal, in Vietnam, be it ghost or memory, it saved me. However I could not save him all those years before. / I'm not a helpless kid or a wounded soldier any more. I know who I am and that dog will live. / But what if he doesn't? You heard what the vet said. It isn't good. / That dog is going to make it, and that's it! |
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Dr. Kelly, I'm glad you could make it. The dog is inhere, pretty bad shape I'm afraid. / Doctor? Um... I... Sir, the dog is gone. / Damn. I was so afraid he wouldn't make. Such a shame. / No, Doctor. I don't mean "dead" gone, I mean "gone" gone. He's disappeared. |
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Sir, the dog was right here. I turned away to begin an IV and when I turned back around, he was gone. It was just a second. / How can that be? / I don't know, but there's something else, Sir. / What? / After the dog disappeared I touched the gurney here. It felt cold and it was clean too. There were no hairs, no water from the rain. It was just as if... / As if the dog had never been here in the first place. / Exactly. |
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What will we do Doctor? What will we tell Mr. Monroe about the dog? / I'll tell Ben... something. He'll be ecstatic about not having to fork out any money. As far as the dog is concerned, we can search for him, but I doubt we ever find him. / I have a feeling that dog was never meant to be here in the first place. |
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You see Paul, a dog is your friend. He greets you at the door, sits by your side and offers constant loyalty and companionship. / I know that Ben, I just hope you don't take it too hard if... / That dog is going to be okay. That... / ... Lord almighty. / Holy deja vu, Batman, do you think? / Can it Jubal. / R... Rascal? / Rascal. / It can't be... it,... it was you all along, wasn't it boy? / Hey! Where are you going? / It looks like he wants us to follow him into the woods. / The woods? Hold on a sec. / Okay. I just need to get my camcorder and my Blair Witch project joke book. I'm ready now. |
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I'm so sorry. I lost the map, now we're lost and we're dead. The witch will get us... / Will you cut that out! I've had it with all this Blair Witch nonsense! There are no such thing as witches! We are not lost, in fact, we are only six miles from home! / So, uh, we just keep following the dead dog, huh? / Shut up. |
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Look, Rascal has found something in that clearing. / It's another dog. It looks injured, but not badly. This look familiar to anyone? / Okay, fellows, you know the drill. Let's get this animal some help. / Hey, this could be the ghost of Old Yeller, so we better watch it. He had rabies y'know. |
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