Halloween Hounds/Transcript

Oliver and Company: The Series

Halloween Hounds

Act I

(Wide shot of New York at night. An overhead shot of the docks as shone as the camera pans into an abandoned warehouse. Several stray dogs, as well as Dodger, Oliver, Rita, Tito, Francis and Einstein are gathered, as an old, mixed-breed dog is telling a ghost story.)

Dog: (narrating o.c. at first) And they approached slowly, and then the monster...

Dodger: This is the best part!

Oliver: What is it?

(The audience waits, with baited breath, anticipating what comes next.)

Dog: The monster....pounced!

(The crowd cry out, barking, yowling and yelping in terror. The dog, Old Murphy, gives a throaty laugh as the commotion calms down. The crowd then starts to calm down.)

Old Murphy: (laughing) I got you all good!

(Dodger, Oliver and the gang have landed in a heap. They get up and recompose themselves.)

Dodger: Wooh! Nearly had a heart attack.

(Later, the gang are exiting the warehouse, following the crowd of strays.)

Oliver: Admit it, you were scared!

(The gang make their way through the streets of Manhattan. Several buildings have Halloween decorations, like pumpkins, skeletons and bats hanging up in the windows. They approach the Foxworth house.)

Rita: You sure you don't wanna have a sleepover with us, Oliver?

Oliver: No, thanks. I'll probably see you tomorrow, though.

(Oliver heads inside. The gang continue on their way.)

Rita: Admit it, Dodger, I heard you screaming like a little baby back there.

Dodger: Hey, Old Murphy's stories are the highlight of the stray community.

Francis: (sarcastically) Oh yes. What a cultural high point.

(The gang arrive back at the houseboat. Fagin is snoring on the armchair, watching the television. Dodger slumps onto his bed, with his legs sticking in the air.)

Dodger: Hey, I personally enjoy Old Murphy's stories.

Rita: Come on, you actually believe them?

Dodger: I don't have to confess anything to you!

Rita: You need to live more, Dodge.

Dodger: Oh yeah. I'll show you. Tomorrow, I'm gonna find the Wailing Ghost of Staten Island. It's said he haunts the old housing projects.

Rita: To be a fly on the wall for that one.

Dodger: Goodnight, guys.

(Dodger turns his back to Rita. She rolls her eyes at him. She settles down. Fade to a shot of the gang, who are sleeping.)

Dodger (to himself): Think I'm some big chicken? I'll show you!