Carleton Davis: [the kids are trying to tell Carleton and Eloise about the house being haunted and Mr. Boogedy, but Carleton keeps joking around] OK. What is it?
Jennifer Davis: OK. We went to the Historical Society...
Carleton Davis: [interupts] No wait, wait, wait! You gotta see this!
[pulls out a fake mummy]
Carleton Davis: Isn't he great?
[holds the mummy upright]
Carleton Davis: Oh, gee wiz! I'm sad, because I lost my mummy!
[Eloise laughs]
Ghost Voice: [Evil cackle]
Carleton Davis: Hey! Whoa, boy! What was that?
Jennifer Davis, Corwin Davis, R.E. Davis: [all together] Ghosts!
Carleton Davis: Oh, yeah, sure. So, uh, how'd you guys do that?
Jennifer Davis: Daddy, please?
Corwin Davis: Come on, Dad!
Carleton Davis: No, it's great, really! I'm not mad, I just want to know how you did it.
Jennifer Davis: Dad, the house is haunted!
Eloise Davis: Hmm, hmm, hmm. Haunted?
R.E. Davis: It's Mr. Boogedy!
Carleton Davis: OK, I don't know how you guys are doing that, but one thing I do know, this house is not haunted!
Carleton Davis: [Immediately, things in the room start going off. The organ plays by itself, the lights dim up and down, the fake mummy comes to life and begins dancing around to the organ music, ghost hands fill out the monster gloves and start to clap in mid-air. As the music reaches its peak, the mummy swings its arms around three times, then collapses in a heap, the room returning to normal. Carleton looks to Eloise] Hmm.
Eloise Davis: Well, that's it! Time to call a realtor!
Carleton Davis: Eloise, how can you say that?
Eloise Davis: [points to her mouth] Time to call, a realtor!
Carleton Davis: But you mean move!
Jennifer Davis: I think we otta go, right now!
Carleton Davis: No, no, it's late, the boys are tired...
Corwin Davis, R.E. Davis: [together] We're not tired!
Jennifer Davis: I'm not spending another night in this house, it's full of ghosts!
Carleton Davis: Wait! Wait! Hold it, everybody! I got an idea, uh, sleeping bags! We have sleeping bags... uh, we'll camp out!
