Meanwhile, in an office located in another part of the United States, a lawyer was reading a paper in a monotonic voice, "To the Save the Dolphins Foundation, eleven million dollars. To the Save the Pumas Foundation, one-point-two million dollars. To the Patagonian Wasps Foundation, one-point-four million dollars. To the Dyslexic Dalmatians Foundation…"
"To hell with the livestock," mumbled a blonde-haired woman dressed in black, "What did the old stiff leave me?"
A nervous-looking man with curly brown hair and a business suit on cleared his throat and said to the lawyer, "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, and, eh, Carrigan wonders what he has left her to fill it up with."
The lawyer nodded and said as he looked at the paper again, "Hmmm. Let's see… bobcats, owls, snakes, daughter – Carrigan, Whipstaff Manor in Maine."
"And?" Carrigan asked snarkily as she removed her sunglasses.
"And I'm late for lunch," the lawyer said as he looked at his watch and got up, "So if you'll excuse me…"
Carrigan put her cigarette out on the table and asked with low patience, "Are you telling me that I spent the last two days holding his clammy hand waiting for him to take it or like it and return his one lousy piece of property?"
"No, it was lousy fifty years ago," said the lawyer, "Now it's condemned. Enjoy." He then gave the woman her late father's will.
Carrigan slammed her hands on the will, took her hat off and said with disbelief and anger, "Wait a minute – this is not fair!" She got up and snarled to her lawyer, "I protest! I'm gonna drag you and every one of those damn dolphins to court!"
"Knock yourself out," the lawyer said casually as he closed the door on her.

Angered, Carrigan turned to her man, Dibs, and growled, "Dibs! This is all your fault. As usual, if you would have just foolishly finished the damn will!"
Dibs tried telling her, "Now, Carrigan, th-this is condemned, see…"
Carrigan snatched the will away as she snarled to him, "Dibs, don't you get it? FLIPPER got more money than me!" She then angrily tossed the will into the fireplace's flames.
"Carrigan, the deed's in there!" Dibs cried as he got up and went over to the fireplace, hoping to retrieve the papers before they were destroyed by the flames. As he struggled, the hapless man ended up getting a few burns on his fingers and hands, but then he looked at something written on one of the papers. "Buccaneers," he read with curiosity, "And buried gold? Whipstaff doth a treasure hold…"
"Treasure?" Carrigan asked with open ears as she joined Dibs at the fireplace. "Dibs, you idiot!" she growled, "Gimme that!"
Through more pain and burns, Dibs fetched the burning paper out of the fire before he and Carrigan blew off the remaining flames.
Dibs and Carrigan looked at the charred writing and the man dropped the paper in disbelief and Carrigan softly told him, "I knew that place was worth something! There's treasure in that house… and finally, I'm gonna get… what I deserve!"
"Carrigan?" Dibs said as he looked at his burned fingers, "I think I need a doctor."
The woman scoffed and said as she took his painful hand, "There's plenty in Maine!"

Sometime later, Carrigan and Dibs arrived at Whipstaff Manor in Friendship, Maine, hoping to find the treasure there. A thunderstorm was occurring as the two greedy humans drove up to the main gate in their car. Dibs wiped the window with his bandaged hand as he looked at the sight in awe. "So, what do you think?" he asked Carrigan.
"I think you're gonna get wet!" the blonde smirked.
Sure enough, poor Dibs had to go outside so he could open the gate for Carrigan to drive through. The car quickly drove past him, and the hapless man ran after it, trying to catch up.
When they arrived at the manor's main door, Carrigan and Dibs opened the door, looking at the dark vestibule. "Dibs, lights, lights!" Carrigan snapped at her lackey.
Dibs held up a lighter and switched its flame on, giving a little light. "What a dump!" Carrigan muttered as her lackey held the light close to his bandaged hand.

The inside of the manor was dusty, empty, and decorated with cobwebs. "Wow!" said Dibs, "This place is fabulous! You could just do so much with it!" He failed to notice that his thumb was on fire as he finished, "It's obviously a bit spooky."
"Dibs?" Carrigan said as she made him notice his thumb.
Dibs looked at his thumb and yelped as he tried putting the flame out.
"Hello?" a young voice echoed.
The two humans looked around with shock and surprise; Carrigan hid behind Dibs as she asked, "What is it?"
Dibs re-lit his lighter as he asked out loud, "Who is it?"
"I'm afraid I can't answer that!" the voice said.
"What?" Carrigan whispered.
"Why not?" asked Dibs.
"It's kinda hard to explain," said the voice.
"Is he the caretaker?" Carrigan asked Dibs.
"Are you the caretaker?" the hapless man asked out loud.
"No," said the voice.
"Is he a transient?" Carrigan whispered to her lackey.
"Are-are you a transient?" Dibs asked.
"No, not exactly," said the voice.
"Tell it to show himself!" the blonde whispered to her lackey.
"Show yourself!" said Dibs.
"Here's the thing," explained the voice, "If I do, don't scream, okay? I get that a lot."
"Are you a burglar?" asked Dibs as Carrigan took the lighter. He dug into his jacket as he finished, "I must warn you that I am armed!" Instead of pulling out a pistol, Dibs instead pulled out a ringing cellular phone. "Hello?" he said as he answered his phone.

Carrigan decided to take manners into her own hands. She angrily held the lighter up and warned, "Listen! Cut the crap, kid! If you don't show yourself right now, I'm gonna have you arrested for trespassing!"
"Okay, okay, geez!" said the voice, "Calm down, lady! Here I come!" Sliding down a staircase rail came a little ghost who approached Carrigan and Dibs as he greeted with a grin, "Hi! I'm Casper!"
Carrigan and Dibs gave surprised and frightened looks as they started to scream.
"No, no, no!" Casper the ghost pleaded, "Shh! You shouldn't do that! Or you'll wake up…"
His sentence was cut off when a strong, rumbling noise could be heard and felt within the manor. "Too late!" Casper said as he did a face palm and disappeared in the dark.
Carrigan and Dibs backed away in fright as a white, transparent vortex came out of the center of the floor, revealing demonic and scary faces!
Dibs and Carrigan screamed as they ran out of the manor, down some steps, and back into their car. As the two of them drove off, some spooky and loud laughter could be heard inside the mansion.