Okay. One picture and we're history.
Come on.
Oh, man, do we have to do this?
You want everyone at school to think we're chicken?
I could live with that. You wuss. Come on.
Oh, whoa! Oh, man!
I-I don't see anything. Do you?
No, I don't see anything.
Let's just take the picture and get outta here.
Fine, fine. Here, take the picture.
Now, wait a minute. I gotta be in the picture too,
or no one will believe I was here.
Just shut up and take the picture. No, you take the picture.
You take it. You!
Say cheese.
A ghost.
And to the Save The Dolphins Foundation.,$11 million.
To the Save The Pumas Foundation: $1.2million.
To the Patagonian Wasp Salvation Fund: $1.4million.
To the Dyslexic Dalmatians Foundation 4--
To hell with the livestock.
What'd the old stiff leave me?
Um, I believe that what the bereaved...
is trying to express is that the sudden death...
of her only father has left a great gaping void...
in her bank--in her life.
Kerrigan wonders what he has left her to fill it up with.
Hmm. Let's see.
Bobcats, owls,
snakes.
Daughter., Kerrigan.
Whipstaff Manor in Maine.
And?
Are you trying to tell me that I just spent the last two days...
holding his clammy hand, waiting for him to kick,
and all I get in return is one lousy piece of property?
No, it was lousy 50 years ago.
Now it's condemned.
Enjoy.
Wait a minute! This is not fair!
Knock yourself out.
Dibs! This is all your fault, as usual.
if you would have just forged the damn will.
Kerrigan, this is condemned seafront property.
Oh, Dibs! Don't you get it?
Flipper got more money than me.
Kerrigan, the deed's in there!
Oh! Ouch!
Ow. Ouch!
Buccaneers and buried gold.
Whipstaff doth a treasure hold.''
Treasure? Dibs, you idiot! Get it out!
I knew that place was worth something.
There's treasure in that house.
Kerrigan, I think I need a doctor. Oh, there's plenty in Maine.
So... what do you think?
I think you're gonna get wet.
Hey! Wait! Kerrigan!
Kerrigan!
Dibs, light, light!
What a dump.
This place is fabulous. You could just do so much with it.
-I mean, it's a bit spooky. -Dibs.
Hello. Huh?
Who is it? Who is it?
Afraid I can't answer that.
Why not? Why not?
It's kind of hard to explain. Uh
-is he the caretaker? -Are you the caretaker?
-No. -is he a transient?
-is he--Are you a transient? -No, not exactly.
Tell him to show himself.
Show yourself.
Here's the thing. If I do, don't scream, okay?
I get that a lot.
Are you a burglar? I must warn you that I am armed.
Hello?
Listen! Cut the crap, okay?
Okay, okay. Geez, calm down, lady. Here I come!
You shouldn't do that or you'll wake up--
Too late.
So tell me, you have experience?
I have-a quite a bit of experience.
Not, you know, like, exactly doing it.
I could do it, no problem.
Then you can handle this? it's-a no problem.
it's-a like no problem whatsoever. Piece of cake. Piece of crumb cake.
Well? How did it go?
Oh, it was-a fine. Was, uh, no problem. Piece of cake.
Who you gonna call?
Someone else.
What do we do now?
What do I usually do
when something stands in my way?
Check those fuses!
Um, are you sure we're not going a tad overboard here?
Dibs, I have huffed and puffed.
Now I want to rip this place down.
I want my treasure.
They can't haunt a pile of rubble, for Christ's sake.
People, people, please!
You're sweaty male construction types, for Christ's sake!
Dibs, do something.
Charlie, quick, keep running!
Don't look back! Run, Charlie, run!
Wait, wait. They were just kidding. Honest!
Oh, every time. All I want is a friend.
Did you ever feel the way Priscilla Cow felt?
That you'd like to be completely different?
Almost everybody feels like that once in a while.
But most of the time, I hope you can be glad to be yourself.
That's really something to celebrate.
A g-g-ghost!
More on the Pentagon playboys
as the story unfolds, but now:
Step aside, Sigmund Freud.
jump back, Joyce Brothers.
it's Dr.James Harvey, therapist to the dead?
Are you depressed, anxious?
Are you lonely? Do you need someone to talk to?
No problem, if you're a ghost.
You can call them ghosts, if you like, or as I prefer,
the living impaired.
But the bottom line is, they need help sometimes.
just like the rest of us.
After the sudden, unexpected death of his wife Amelia,
Dr. Harvey gave up conventional psychiatry and,
some say, conventional sanity.
Now, along with his loner daughter, Kat--short for Kathy--
Doc Harvey travels from town to town,
searching for paranoid poltergeists,
scared specters, the depressed and the dead.
How do you feel about what your father does for a living?
Could you please not ask me any questions?
Do you believe in ghosts? Ever seen one?
Does your father ever hurt you?
He's my father. Could you just talk to us?
Look, it's the first day of school.
Kerrigan.
What part don't you understand?
But who is this man--
No, not ''I ate fish.'' I hate fish.
Don't you have cows here?
Listen, I have had a long and trying day.
Do you think you could bring me a pint of Haagen-Dazs ice cream,
rum raisin, and a Diet Pepsi?
Think you can handle that?
Now you want me to hold. Fine.
With therapy, they can begin to process this pain.
They can pack up their emotional baggage, and they can move on.
My Harry passed away five years ago,
but he was so miserable,
his spirit wouldn't leave the apartment.
So I called Dr. Harvey. He came over.
And in a few weeks, Harry left, smiling.
The living impaired are known for haunting us.
My question is, what's haunting them?
it's a lack of resolution.
Ghosts are simply spirits without resolution, with unfinished business.
it's my job to find out what that is.
And so Dr. Harvey continues his work,
dragging his daughter along for the ride.
This week they're in Santa Fe.
But next week? Boo knows?
Now, from the ghost shrink to shrinking thighs.
The miracle fat cream experiment, next. Get me Santa Fe.
I don't care what they said. You are not demented.
You're a picture of mental health. They were talking about you.
Try explaining afterlife therapy to a bunch of junior high kids.
Some people go through life never questioning the norm.
But you and I, we're doing something extraordinary with our lives.
No, we aren't doing anything.
You're the one who's been packing up my stuff
and moving me around the country.
in two years, I have been to nine different schools.
I have eaten in nine different cafeterias.
I can't even remember anyone's name.
For once, I would just like to be...
in one place long enough to make a friend.
Honey, you will.
I mean, come on. We're moving' to Friendship, Maine.
Even I might make one. You better, Dad.
'Cause a single guy your age is more likely to become a bank hostage...
than to make new friends.
You sound like your mother.
You're not gonna find her.
Mom's not a ghost, Dad.
Oh, yes, she is. She has unfinished business.
There's no such thing as ghosts.
No more moving, no more ghost mining.
You promise?
I promise.
Deal.
Wow! it's not so bad, huh?
if you're Stephen King.
And this is Dibs. Hello.
Ah. And this is my daughter, Kat.
His close, personal daughter.
How nice to meet you, Kat. Very nice to meet you.
You have a beautiful daughter. Very beautiful.
I can't tell you how happy we are you could come to Whipstaff.
Very happy. The both of us.
You're kind of hurting my face.
Sorry. Now, Dr. Harvey,
exactly what time frame are you looking at?
Tell me you go in the house and spray and that's it.
Pssssst! No, no, no.
As with a traditional psychological cure, it can take weeks or years for--
Excuse me. You didn't just say the word ''years,'' did you?
-it's conceivable. -No, it isn't.
Days is conceivable. Weeks, maybe.
Possibly.
-Months? No. Years? Forget it! -Forget it.
Dibs, check.
Get the bouquet. Now, Dr. Harvey.
I will be watching you very closely.
These are for you!
Have a lovely night.
it's her. She's here. She's in my house. I did it!
What if she likes me? What if she doesn't?
No, that's total disaster. Oh!
Huh? See? That was easy.
Yeah. These should hold for now,
but we ought to get a box of 20 amps in the morning.
Oh, uh, right, yeah.
Uh, twenties should be fine.
You gonna be all right alone?
send a search party.
Stretch,
Fatso
and Stinky''?
Man, they had cruel parents.
Wonder where Doc and Dopey sleep.
Dad! I found my room.
There's a girl... on my bed. Yes!
Hey, space master.
in here. Oh.
It's very scary.
Have you seen any surprises yet?
Please. This is the deadest place yet.
Oh, this is a nice room.
Yeah, right. This place is a freak's holiday.
Mom belongs over here.
Hey, how about if I help you unpack?
Why bother?
We'll just be repacking in two weeks anyway, right?
Good. Night, Bucket.
Night, Dad.
We're gonna be glad we came. You watch.
I--No.
I--
Oh, man!
Perfect first impression. What a jerk.
Better?
Honey?
Hon--Honey? Honey, what?
Dad, Dad, I saw a ghost!
it was a real ghost. it was a real, live ghost.
Slow down. What?
I saw a ghost.
It had a head, and it was round, and it was white and see-through.
Honey, wait. Now maybe--Dad, please.
No, no, no. But remember, ghosts can't hurt you, okay?
They're simply spirits with unfinished business.
Let's just see about this ghost.
Come here. Come on.
Check here. Oop, see? No ghost there.
Now we can check over here.
Nope.
Oh! No, there's no ghost in there.
We can even check over here.
There. See?
Pleasure to meet you, sir.
Dad! Put me down!
This is insane. What are you doing?
I can walk, you know?
Oh, my God, this is big.
Um, Dad? What?
We're in a closet.
Right. Now, I want you to stay in here...
no matter what you hear, okay?
Okay. Okay.
Wait. What?
For not believing you. For thinking you were a total loser.
Aw, honey--Apologize later.
Blew it, blew it, blew it, blew it--
Yee-haw! Uh-oh, it's them.
Here they come!
Man, oh, man, them ponies run faster when we go down to Belmont.
Here, Flicka. Bleaaugh!
Hey, guys. Have fun?
Oh, look, it's Casper. Casper.
You know on a scale of one to ten--ten being fun,
and one being you--yeah, we had fun.
Giddy up there.
I know. How about you guys relax out here,
and tonight we'll eat al fresco?
Hey, sounds great. Who's that?
Short sheet,
you wouldn't be trying to keep us outta the house, would ya?
No! No!
I can see right through that bulbous head of yours.
I thought we'd have fun eating under the harvest moon.
Shine on
Shine on, harvest moon Up in the sky...
Aaah! Bye-bye!
Hey, hold it.
Hey, Fatso, you smell something? Yeah!
No, besides him. Hello?
Hello?
No need to be afraid.
The idea, don't be afraid.
Don't pop out from under a rug or through a keyhole.
No spooking.
Let's get beyond that. I would like to approach you.
Can ya deal with that?
Can you?
Dive! Dive!
Dive! Huh?
Dad!
Dad?
your mama and all her bridge-playing friends.
You think you got it tough? I got a face-lift.
There was one just like it underneath.
Dad? Dad?
Hey, boys, we got a closet case here.
Smell-o-gram.
Sushi, anyone? California roll coming up.
All for one, and one for all!
Catch your pants before they fall.
On the runway now, we have Dr.James Harvey, wearing smashing underwear.
Marky Mark he's not!
You are good.
Oh, stop. it's you. Are we scary or what?
Oh, and it looks as if we're gonna go into sudden death overtime.
Anybody for a little shish ka-doc? I am!
Who do you think you are, defiling our domicile, huh?
Dr.James... Harvey, your... therapist.
Dad? Dad?
Are you okay?
Dad?
He's down for the count.
The winner... by a clean stink-out!
Get back. What the hell is that thing?
Not the nose!
No, no, no, no, no!
Th-Th-This sucks!
Dad?
Are you okay?
Get your hand out of my mouth!
Oh, man, who let one? Well, who do you think?
Who's got their pointy head in my--That's not my head.
You know, fellows,
we're never this close anymore.
Morning!
Oh, no, please don't scream. i-I promise I won't hurt you.
if you scream, you'll wake up my uncles,
and they get awfully cranky.
You're so cold.
Yeah, but it saves on the heating bill. Ha!
Come on.
it's okay.
I can see right through you.
Kind of happens when you don't have any skin.
Wh--What are you made of?
Well, you know that tingling feeling when your foot falls asleep?
Um, sunny-side up kind of makes me yak.
No problem.
So, can you go invisible?
Ha, ha. That one's easy.
it's fresh.
Go ahead.
Can you hurt me? N-No.
Can I hurt you? No.
Cool.
Morning, Dr. Harvey. Uh, some breakfast?
Well, uh, yeah.
Honey? You okay?
Good.
How about a paper? The New York Times? The Journal?
Hong Kong Press? Sure.
Coming at ya.
Well-- Hope you're hungry.
I love the smell of fleshes in the morning.
Auntie Phlegm! Auntie Phlegm!
Oh, what a world!
What a world!
They're gone. What happened?
They must have crossed over.
Don't think so! Guess again, bone bag!
Fellas, good morning.
Casper!
How dare you serve these air-sucking intruders before us.
I was just--Give me...
my meal!
Okay, okay.
I feel like Oprah on hiatus.
You look like Oprah on hiatus.
Ketchup, please.
You know what the problem is?
Casper's got no respect for us.
After all we've done for the little glowworm.
Yeah. What the hell do you think you're doing, bulb head?
This floor used to be dirty enough to eat off of.
But we have company. Oh, yeah?
Well, company loves misery. Boom!
You guys are disgusting, obnoxious creeps.
Thank you!
What's your problem? He's just cleaning the floor.
Shut up, skin bag. Piss off.
Take a hike. Get a grave.
Honey! You've got the school thing. You don't wanna be late.
Don't wanna be late. Drop dead!
-It's too late! -You'll have a lot of fun.
I know you will!
All right, guys.
We've obviously gotten off on the wrong foot here.
Now, you know and I know that you really shouldn't be here.
Why don't you go ahead and finish your meal...
and we can meet in my office and start the process of crossing over.
What do you say?
Well, it's your hour.
Watch it!
Hey, Amber! Wait up!
Hey, you guys.
Had that locker last year.
Thanks.
My name's Vic.
Kat.
Coming, Vic?
Okay, gang, let's settle down.
Put a lid on it! Ow!
First,
the asbestos removal from the gym is taking longer than planned.
We're gonna have to push back the Halloween dance by a couple of months.
Well, as most of you know, my parents have finished the new boathouse.
Great!
That's done. Secondly, we have a new student today.
Would you like to come up and say hi to everyone for me?
Harvey.
So, why don't you tell us something special about yourself, Kathleen?
Um, well, it's Kat.
And, um, I guess I just moved here...
with my dad from Santa Fe.
And Friendship seems like a pretty friendly place.
So where are you guys living?
In outer space?
No. Whipstaff?
You've heard of it?
You actually live there?
I know it looks kind of funky and stuff from the outside.
But, I mean, I don't know--inside it's kind of cool.
Well, yeah, if you drink blood.
Mr. Curtis, check this.
We're dead for the Halloween dance, right?
This girl has a seriously, seriously creepy house with room to spare.
I thought we were having the party at my place.
Oh? Okay, we'll take a vote.
Whoever wants the party at my house, raise your hand.
Whipstaff? Yeah!
Johns Hopkins University? Very impressive.
Very. Pull!
Pull!
Not... this one. Thank you, gentlemen.
Hey, what a dish, Doc! The little missus perhaps?
Fatso, you animal. She available, Doc?
She's my wife Amelia. She's deceased. Even better.
But... we're not here to talk about me.
See? Now don't you feel just awful? I was just goofing.
Don't be goofing' on Amelia. She's as nice a person as they come.
She's always treated you right, huh, Stinky?
I got no complaints. She's always been an angel to me.
Wait a minute. What are you saying?
None better. Why? You've actually seen her?
Who hasn't? You're not looking' for her, are ya, Doc?
Well, that's not really the focus of our sessions here, is it?
But as long as you raised the issue,
you wouldn't have a way...
of contacting others like yourselves, would you?
I didn't think so.
Now, that's not generally allowed there, Doc.
Ya gotta go through channels.
Paperwork. Red tape.
A holy mess, you know? But for you?
I don't know. Maybe we could work something out.
You keep that ghoul Crittenden off our backs,
Deal? Deal.
Fatso, you know where Amelia floats. Go!
it's that easy, huh?
We got a ghost-to-ghost network.
We share haunting stories. We throw parties.
The parties are always pretty dead, though.
That was fast.
I--I think it's for you, Doc.
Go.
Amelia?
My man!
Vic?
What are you do--I mean, hi.
Can I come in?
Uh, no, no.
it's so much nicer out here...
in the flesh--fresh air.
So did ya ask your dad about the party?
Y-Yeah, yeah. He, um, kind of hit the ceiling,
but, um, I think it's gonna be okay.
Cool. So, listen, if you're not hooked up with anybody else,
you wanna--I don't know--hang out with me at the party?
All right, cool. All right, see ya.
Okay.
Yes!
Well, did you ask her? Yeah.
And she actually believed you?
This really bites. No, it's absolutely perfect.
Don't need a costume.
Casper, listen. I know you want to go.
Come on. We'd have a great time together.
Casper, I have a date.
What's this Vic guy got that I don't, huh?
A pulse? Big fleshy deal.
A tan. Very bad for your skin.
How about a reflection?
Okay, okay, but can he do this?
Come with me if you want to live.
Casper?
Casper! No! Don't!
Casper, no! Casper, no! No, no, no, no!
Casper, no. Oh, my God!
High! This is very high!
Casper! Casper!
Casper, this is beautiful.
I come here every night.
Alone? Mm-hmm.
What were you like when you were alive?
I was--I was--
I don't remember.
You don't remember anything from your life?
No.
So--Nothing?
No.
You don't remember what school you went to, how old you were?
Your favorite song?
What about your dad? Hm-mmm.
Not even your mom?
Is that bad? No.
it's just kind of sad.
I wonder why you don't remember anything.
Hmm? Guess 'cause when you're a ghost,
life doesn't matter that much anymore.
So you forget.
Forget what?
My mom. just certain things.
The sound of her making breakfast downstairs.
The way she put on her lipstick...
so carefully.
I do remember... she always used ivory soap.
so deep.
she'd whisper in my ear, ''Stardust in the eyes,
rosy cheeks and a happy girl in the morning.''
Casper?
if my mom's a ghost, did she forget about me?
No, she'd never forget you.
Kat? Mm-hmm?
if I were alive, would you go to the Halloween dance with me?
Kat? Hmm?
Can I keep you? Mm-hmm.
Casper, close the window. it's cold.
Hey, Dad!
Found your Visa card.
Where was it? Um, in your wallet.
Maybe I could use it to buy this perfect costume I saw in a store downtown.
You always made your costume. No, Mom did.
I think I could come up with something pretty good.
Why don't we roll you in aluminum foil,
and you could go as a leftover?
Don't worry. You always look cute.
I don't wanna look cute. Cute's like when you're nine years old...
I want to look... nice. Mm-hmm.
Like--Like date nice.
Really? Uh--
Honey, I think maybe it's time that we...
sat down and--it's a little late for that, Dad.
-How late? -Oh, don't worry. Not that late.
Oh, good.
You know that I would love to buy you everything you wanted.
But until Miss Crittenden pays me,
that thing is pretty worthless.
Oh, well, that's okay. Don't worry about it.
..Die if I want to..
Dad, please, whatever you do,
don't let those guys crash it.
Oh, no, I think they're actually getting to be quite focused now.
.. You will die too when it happens to you..
Big finish!
Scream or sugar?
The patient has finally arrived.
Late again, I see.
Could this be an expression of hostility, Doc?
It's your hour, Freud.
What? So silent? No pearls of wisdom today, Doc?
Come on, Doc. Stay tough. Don't stop.
Come on, Doc. Hang with us homeboys.
Hey, wait a second. What?
You aingt thinking about packing it in now, are ya, Doc?
We were just starting' to have fun.
Boys, this is serious.
I think the doc is having' one of them fleshy breakdowns.
Time for drastic measures.
Think we should break into a song? No!
it's time we gave the doc our own prescription.
What about the party? The party will have to wait.
Happy hour! Happy hour! Happy hour.
..Ninety-nine bottles of beer on the wall.
..Ninety-nine bottles of beer.... just the dead guys.
This is an outrage. This is appalling.
You pay a man to get the ghosts out of the house, and what does he do?
He gets the ghosts out of the house. Exactly.
it's about time.
Ohh! Look familiar?
This is--
And--
I know this.
I had five fingers.
I remember!
And wait!
Check it out.
Hands up, Kat.
Oh, wow. it was my mom's.
Can i--Go ahead.
Oh, Casper, it's perfect.
You think I could wear it to the party tonight?
Casper?
I begged and begged my dad to get me this sled,
and he acted like I couldn't even have it,
'cause I didn't know how to ride it.
And then one morning, i--I came down for breakfast,
and there it was, just for me.
For no reason at all.
I took it out, went sledding all day,
and my dad said, ''That's enough,'' but I couldn't stop.
I was having so much fun.
Then it got late.
It got dark.
Got cold.
And I got sick. My dad got sad.
What's it like to die?
Like being born.
Only backwards.
I remember I didn't go where I was supposed to go.
I just stayed behind...
so my dad wouldn't be lonely.
is that your dad? Mm-hmm.
''McFadden claimed that he was haunted by the ghost of his dead son,
''and that he invented a machine to bring him back to life:
the Lazarus.'' The Lazarus.
Hee-hee. Sorry. I guess we'll have to take the long way.
Hurry up! Come on!
My dad hid it so no one can find it, but I remember where it is!
Ha! Wait'll you see it.
-Don't you know a shortcut? -You got it.
Casper, no! Wall... human?
Stop!
Hey! Over here.
Go ahead. Sit down.
I would hold on. Why?
Casper!
Well?
What was that? The ''Up and At 'Em'' machine.
My dad was a great inventor,
but he had a little trouble getting going in the morning.
Didn't he ever hear of caffeine?
--Dibs!
What is all this?
My dad's lab. Kind of a slob, wasn't he?
Down here, he could do whatever he wanted to.
But no matter how busy he was,
he would drop everything to play pirates with me.
Man, we had so much fun.
Aye, matey. Buccaneers and buried gold.
Whipstaff doth a treasure hold.
Oh! Come on.
Dibs! Oh!
So where's this Lazarus thing? You're looking at it.
Down there? Huh. That's useful.
Oh, I know there's a way to get it going. I just can't--
What about that? That?
Nah. That's the vault.
Wait! it's gotta be this!
Hey, I did it!
Lazarus!
What is this? Careful!
That's what makes the whole thing work.
Kind of an instant primordial soup mix.
it's what brings ghosts back to life.
just enough for one.
-Pull the lever. -Which one?
I don't know. Try one.
Oh, man, how am I gonna do this?
I couldn't even get my Easy Bake oven to work.
Okay.
Casper?
Am I alive?
Dibs, do you have any idea what this means? Yes!
No. You don't have to be scared of death anymore.
One minute you'll be a ghost; next, you're back on your feet,
free to come and go as you please.
Hell, you could even fly through--Walls.
Thick walls. Thick as steel.
Certainly could get to whatever's behind those walls.
Like a, a treasure, for example? And snap, crackle, pop:
you're back alive and on your way to the Riviera.
if you were a ghost.
if you were.
Damn it, Dibs. This won't hurt a bit.
Stop being such a weenie! It's just business. Come on!
if you would just
So there you are.
Dibs, you're taking this way too personally.
Kerrigan!
Are you a ghost yet?
Kerrigan!
What a tragic waste.
She had my favorite sunglasses.
Not so fast, little man.
The bitch is back. Wha--
Yeah, but he's got his whole miserable life ahead of him.
So we could do him a favor and put him out of his misery.
Yeah. Hey, good idea.
We been the ghostly trio long enough.
Time to make it a... quartet!
Could I just say something here?
-And get a little personal? - Oh, yeah. You know how it is. Okay.
Well, I just got to tell you...
you guys remind me of what it's like to hang out with the boys.
I mean, you are absolutely there for each other.
I mean, you look life right in the face.
Uh, Crichton Critten--Crut--
it's your house. You're haunting it.
Possession is nine-tenths of the law.
-No. No. No. -Yes.
Aww. Aww. I didn't think so at first, but...
you guys are great.
I love you... guys.
Hey. Noooo.
What a sweetheart.
I can't croak him now.
Me neither. No way.
All right, boys!
The night is young. Mm-hmm.
We are gonna clean out every bar this town has got.
We're gonna booze it until we lose it.
Come on. Come on.
Think my ears just popped.
Come to Mama.
-My treasure! -You mean my treasure.
Uhhh. Miss Crittenden?
in the flesh. Well, in a couple of minutes.
Dibs! What are you doing? This is no time to shave.
Helping you, remember? Remember what?
This!
You stole that. That's Casper's.
So sue me. Dibs! The capsule! Now!
Keep away from me.
Here. Jump in.
Oy. Perfect.
-We're here. -Uh, okay.
Hi. Come on in. This is the room.
Amber, do we have to do this?
Hey, she wants a Halloween party, she's gonna get a Halloween party.
Hey, that's my treasure! Stay back!
Keep away from me. Casper!
Don't come near me, you spiteful spook,
Come on. Let's go.
Hey, ''popping fresh,'' it's my turn in the oven.
Dibs! Get this thing cooking, you blasted little worm you!
Ah... Kerrigan. How kind of you to drop in.
You know,
always kick 'em when they're down.
And, baby, you're six feet under. Oh, what a shame.
Sorry, sweetheart. We're through.
I am not gonna forget this,
you ungrateful, lousy little worm you.
Oh, you can haunt me all you want,
but it's gonna be in a great big, expensive house...
with lovely purple wallpaper...
and great big green carpets...
and a little dog called Kerrigan--
a bitch just like you.
I got the power. I got the treasure.
And you have a flight to catch.
Any other takers?
No. But aren't you forgetting something?
What?
Your unfinished business.
-My what? -You know,
unfinished business.
All ghosts have unfinished business. That's why they don't cross over.
Unfinished business? I have no unfinished business.
I have my treasure, my mansion. I have everything.
Wait! Wait! I lied.
I have unfinished business, lots of unfinished business.
Wait! You tricked me, you rotten little brats!
My treasure! A ball? That's your treasure?
Are you kidding?
it's autographed by Duke Snyder,
the Brooklyn Dodgers.
My favorite player.
Casper, it's time.
Ooh. Dad?
No! What have you done to him?
Nothing. He's just a little... dead.
I can fly-y-y-eee!
Rookie. Stinky, work with him.
Dad? Yeah.
Hey! Who's the girl? Dad, it's me.
i-it's Kat. Kat. Kat?
-Kat Ballou. -Katatonic.
Katastrophic. Kreplach soup.
-Flesh flood alert. -Dad?
Don't you remember?
Oh, yeah! I remember!
No!
No. No! This.
Oh, Kat!
Oh, sweetheart.
Oh, what have I done? i--Oh, Kat.
Don't cry. i--Oh, please.
Come on, Dr. Harvey. You need this more than I do.
Casper.
This is the way it's gotta be.
Dad? Oh, Kat!
Oh! Ohh, Kat.
Oh, honey.
Oh, that felt like the strangest dream.
i--I thought we almost lost each other for a minute there.
Oh, Bucket.
Your party started without you.
Your date's probably waiting.
Maybe we should get going.
Uh... where are we?
Well, go ahead. What about you?
Hey, this is your party. Go do your thing.
Go hang. Or chill or kick it or whatever you call it.
I think you got a date out there.
Thanks, Dad.
I hope no one saw that.
just shut up and get your head down.
Oh, my--Oh, you gotta see this.
People are gonna freak.
Let me see.
Cool.
Thank you.
You're--Uh-huh.
You're--That's right.
Kat's mom?
Are--Are you an angel?
That was a very noble thing you did tonight, Casper.
I know Kat will never forget it.
She needs her father.
And I know yours will never forget it either.
You fulfilled his greatest dream, Casper,
and I know he is very, very proud of you.
But it's just for tonight.
Sort of a Cinderella deal.
-So I have until midnight? -10:00.
Hey, Cinderella got until midnight.
Cinderella wasn't 1 2 years old.
..Every now and then..
.. We find a special friend..
.. Who never lets us down..
.. Who understands it all..
..Reaches out each time we fall..
..I know you can't stay..
..But part of you will never, ever go away..
.. Your heart will stay..
..And hope it will come true..
.. That life will just be kind..
.. To such a gentle mind..
..If you lose your way..
.. Think back on yesterday..
..Remember me this way..
..Remember me..
.. This way....
I told you I was a good dancer.
Can I keep you?
Casper?
Hello, James.
Amelia.
I--
How?
Let's just say you know three crazy ghosts who kept their word.
James, I know you've been searching for me.
But there's something you have to understand.
You and Kat loved me so well when I was alive...
that I have no unfinished business.
Please don't let me be yours.
But, Amelia,
I don't--
What parent does?
James, Kat is growing up beautifully because of you.
No wonder I miss you so much.
just a couple things, though.
Don't pick up the extension every time she gets a phone call.
French fries are not a breakfast food.
And don't ask her to wear a T-shirt...
under her--Ah, under her bathing suit.
I know. Our daughter is...
A teenager. a teenager.
Wait.
Where are you going?
Where I can watch over both of you...
until we're together again.
Good-bye, James.
Casper?
Not bad for my first party, huh?
Couldn't have been better.
.. Casper the Friendly Ghost..
.. The friendliest ghost you know..
.. Though grown-ups might be looking at him with fright..
.. The children all love him so..
.. Casper the Friendly Ghost..
..He couldn't be bad or mean..
.. You know he jump and play sing and dance all day..
..He's the friendliest ghost you've ever seen..
..He always says hello..
..He's really glad to meet ya..
.. Wherever he may go..
.. You know he's kind to every living creature..
.. Grown-ups don't understand..
.. Why children all love him the most..
.. 'Cause the kids all know that he loves them so..
.. Casper the Friendly Ghost..
.. Casper and he's friendly..
.. 'Cause the kids all know that he loves them so..
.. Casper the Friendly Ghost..
.. Casper and he's friendly..