a Casper scene to follow the end credits
by Sparky
"Yep, it's still there."
"I'm surprised no one's noticed it yet."
"Do we really have to do this?"
Stretch, Fatso, and Stinkie peered down into the darkness. They were silent for a few moments.
"Well, I'm not goin' down there," said Stinkie at length.
Stretch gave him a sharp look. "Why not?" he demanded.
"It's creepy."
"Have you forgotten who we are?" Stretch was indignant. "We're the Ghostly Trio! Nothin' creeps us out!"
"I'm with Stinkie on this one," blurted Fatso. "It is creepy. Let's just go home."
Stretch wasn't having any. "You're both nuts," he insisted. "That's not creepy!" He gestured down into the ditch at Dr. Harvey's mortal remains. "It's just the lifeless body of our therapist! Now get down there and get 'im before the cops come!"
Fatso and Stinkie didn't budge.
"What?" roared Stretch, losing all patience.
"It isn't sanitary!" shouted Fatso.
"Move it!" Stretch yelled.
Stinkie hung back, shaking his head. "Nuh-uh," he said. "I ain't touchin' it."
"For freak's sake!" cried Stretch, throwing his hands in the air. "How we gonna get it outta there without touchin' it?"
A few minutes later, the Trio were flying back to Whipstaff Manor. Suspended between them was the body; pieces of yellow caution tape had been tied to its wrists and ankles, by which the ghosts were hauling it.
"I'm ashamed of both of you," Stretch admonished sternly as they flew. "You are never to mention this to anyone, got it?"
"Hey Stretch, what're we gonna do with this thing?" Stinkie wanted to know.
"We're not gonna do nothin'," the tall ghost answered. "This ain't our problem. Let the flesh factories deal with it."
"Low bridge," called Fatso as the swinging body took out a TV arial.
Early the next morning Dr. Harvey stumbled into the kitchen, rubbing his eyes and wading through party detrius from the night before. They would have quite a day of cleaning up ahead of them. In his free hand the therapist clutched a newspaper which he had found on his pillow. Obviously Casper was already up, although there was currently no sign of the small ghost.
Dr. Harvey slowly made his way to the kitchen table and sat down heavily, replacing his glasses. He shook the paper open and tried to focus on it. A few seconds later he paused and lowered a corner of the paper.
Sitting across from him was, well, himself, strapped to a chair with yellow caution tape. A couple of TV arials and part of what looked like a satellite dish hung off of the double's tattered clothes.
Dr. Harvey blinked a few times, then looked back at his newspaper. After a moment he stole another glance across the table. The second Dr. Harvey continued to slump there, hair obscuring his face. It was then that the living Dr. Harvey noticed the body was wearing a paper party hat which gaily proclaimed "Happy Halloween!" on it in colorful foil letters.
Dr. Harvey folded his newspaper, set it on the table, then went back up to bed.
All characters copyright ©Harvey Entertainment and/or Universal Pictures. Dr. James Harvey, Kat Harvey, and Dibs are copyright © Universal Pictures. Story copyright ©2003 by Cynthia "Sparky" Read
