The Adventures of Ozzie and Harriet: Haunted House

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As excitement in the air, a mysterious change has taken place in the vicinity of 1847 Rogers Road. Remember the friendly old elm tree in front of the house? Well, it doesn't look friendly anymore.

The full moon shining through it, and on one of the bare branches, there's a big black owl. And the old dependable weather vein on top of the garage. Gee, it looks different now. I'm not sure if it's a weather vein or not the way the shadows fall.

It would be a witch on a broomstick. Smoky out tonight. In the Nelson kitchen, there's an atmosphere of feverish activity and excited preparations. What are you looking for, David? We're looking for David. We're trying to find some paper bags.

Big ones. We'll look in the bottom drawer there. This is the one Ricky. Yeah. No, not that drawer. Ricky on the other side. Hey, what's going on out here? We're getting some paper bags. Sound like you were taking the kitchen apart.

Halloween boy. Couldn't have fun tonight, Pop. Yeah, it looks funny spooky out to me. What do you have there, dear? Oh, I was just rummaging around upstairs a bit and I thought the boys might make a costume out of these old work pants.

Chief, off their pretty dirties, not only that day, they're covered with paint. Well, what do you expect, all right? I wore them when I painted the breakfast note. Think you did a better job on the pants than you did on the breakfast note.

How about you, Ricky? Would you like to be a painter? Or you get your white cap and stick a couple of brushes in your belt? Colly, Paul! Those pants are pretty big! Oh, I don't know. Let's see how they look on you. Here, step into them.

Put your foot in there. Now the other foot, now pull them up. Oh, that's a wonderful costume. The headless painter. Anyhow, Pop, we don't need costumes. We got masks, that's enough. You suit yourself. We used to wear costumes when I was a kid.

That's just when my old kids, Pop. Me and David were going trick or treat. Trick or treat? Sure. We ran a guy's door going to say trick or treat. He doesn't give us cookies or something, we let him or have it.

Sounds more like Chicago 1925. It's a lot of fun pop, didn't you? You used to do that when you were a kid? No, David, as I recall, we used to go in more for the real spirit of Halloween.

You know, the spooky, scary stuff. What do you mean, Tom? Well, I mean, we find some old haunted house and go prowling around looking for ghosts and stuff. You sure were brave, Tom? Not necessarily, David.

Tom, did you ever see a ghost? Oh, I won't say I saw a ghost, but I will say I saw something. I don't know. It was white and shimmering, indistinct, and wavered back and forth.

Sometimes it was there, sometimes it wasn't there. White and shimmering. Can they have Halloween sex? No, Ricky, this was right out in the center of the living room. I'm afraid Halloween's different nowadays. It's all a wonderful spooky hobgoblin atmosphere.

That's all changed now. Can't help feeling a little sad when you see the joys of your childhood disappearing in a changing world. Halloween just isn't exciting anymore. Are you gonna cry, Pop? Just the memories coming back.

You sure must have had fun, Pop. Do you think there's really such a thing as a ghost? A real ghost, I mean? Oh, I don't know. In a spooky old house with a moon shining through the broken shutters, imagine you see some pretty strange things i'd like to see a ghost well there's the old mcgattams house upon the hill that's a pretty spooky

looking place i wouldn't be at all surprised that there are a ghost or two lurking around in there do you think we could see what if we went up there but it's very possible i think david your father's just kidding all that the boys have a little fun harry after all it's halloween come on that the fact that we got to go

Don't you think a lot of the spirit of Halloween has been lost? Oh, I don't know, dear. The kids seem to have a good time. That's the important thing. Oh, they pretend to enjoy it. But where's the fun?

Trick or treat. Where's the adventure? What danger is there in getting a handful of cookies from Mrs. Dunkel? You've never eaten Mrs. Dunkel's cookies. Have we had any calls yet? Oh, about a dozen of them. You should have seen little Julie Sorenberry.

She was all dressed up in one of Catherine's old dresses and she had a stocking on her head. I'm sorry I missed it. And little Georgie Dunkle. He had the cutest clown suit with skeleton suit on it.

We sure have some cute little kids in this neighborhood. I'll get it. Oh wait a minute. Let me get it. I want to have some fun too. Yes? Trick or treat. Wait a minute. Aren't you a little big to be playing trick or treat?

Trick or treat. How old are you? Fifty-three. I've ever heard of a grown man playing trick or treat. My little boy's over on the next block. I'm just helping him out. You don't even have a costume.

What do you think I am, a child? Come on, trick or treat. A little unusual. What happens if I don't give you a treat? Well, I sneak back later and ring your doorbell. So what?

And when you answer it, I punch you in the nose. On trick or treat. Really funny, huh? Here are some cookies. Only three? They've got to go around their other children, too, you know. Okay.

Oh, they're chocolate. My kid likes chocolate cookies. Thanks. That's all right. How old is your little boy? Twenty-five. One of the kids in the neighborhood, one of the older kids. They say, would you do me a favor if you're not too busy?

Yeah, what is it? Would you stop down at the store and get some candy or something? The rate we're going, we're going to run out of stuff. Okay, I... Hey, what are you doing? Just putting a couple of cookies in your pocket in case you got to stop for trick or treat.

Some of the boys get pretty rough. Oh, Harriet, please. You don't think I'm afraid of a bunch of kids. Suit yourself. Last Halloween Joe Randolph bumped into the back field of the high school football team and came home minus his trousers.

Oh, kidding. I understand they have a pretty good team this year. Why don't you just take these four cookies just in case? You better give me two more. The ends might be with them. What's this about cookies?

Oh, which you thought. What a corny trick hiding behind the head. Oh, just keeping in the spirit of Halloween? You should see what I did to duck a little while ago. This is Gary. What did you do?

I sneaked up on his front porch, rang the doorbell, and ran like the dickens. He didn't know what to think. Then when he went in the house, I went around to the back and started rattling the back door.

Oh, why would he scare me? What else did you do? What else did you do? I waited a few minutes and I tapped on the window and moaned like this. I rabbled the door again and I moaned some more.

Now I began pounding on the side of the house. And then the police came. And the uncle just has no sense of humor. Did the police do anything to you? No, just told me to stop annoying people.

They took my soap away too. You're just a big kid at heart, aren't you, Tony? That's all in fun, huh? I was about Halloween nowadays. Nothing happens. My boy will's out playing trick or treat.

David and Ricky too. Somehow Halloween sort of lost the old kick. Yeah, sure, like it was when we were kids. You know, there was an old haunted house in our town. And every Halloween us kids used to go prowling through it.

Really spooky sure. That's the real spirit of Halloween. Now you take the old McAdams place up on Franklin Edmond. There's a perfect haunted house. There's some way to sneak in there. You mean you go in there at night?

Oh sure, why not? No reason. I just never cared for the looks of the place myself. Those grotesque chimneys, staring windows, sort of gives me the creeps. Oh, you're kidding. No, I'm not. Is there something frightening about it?

Especially at night. What an imagination. Well, I've got to get down the drug store. I promised Harry to get some candy and stuff. Okay, I'll see you. See, when you go buy the McAdams place, don't let the ghost get you.

Well, that's right. I go right by there, don't I? Yes, sir. I'm not afraid, are you? Oh, but... Donnie cut it out. If you walk down the store with me, I'll buy you soda. I just think anybody's ever said about me.

Don't be silly. You guys probably saw the moon shining through the window and your imagination did the rest. Okay, go out and see for yourself. You ought to be glad to accept that I've taken your mother to the movies.

Since when? Oh, that is, I've been thinking about it all day. There's a wonderful triple Halloween show at the B-joo. The son of Frankenstein, Dracula's daughter, and a date with Judy. I wasn't counting on the movies there.

In fact, I'd much rather you go up and give us a report on the ghost. Oh, it's so silly. Go ahead, pop. I'll pass some fun. Go ahead, dear. Oh, okay. If it makes you happy, I'll go up and visit the haunted house.

Seven minutes there, you were getting scared, pop. Oh, David. Oh, just remember this, boys. There's not a cowardly bone in your father's body. Of course, every now and then the meter round them gets a little jumpy.

Yeah. I mean, you're right. What am I laughing at? You hear it over the back bend? You hear it on the bus. They talk about it at Bridge Clubs and when they meet on Main Street.

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Roger's brothers. Ozzie Nelson will get you if you don't watch out. Indeed, Ozzie Nelson, our enemy of all ghosts, goblins, spirits, and similar supernatural phenomena is on the march. Target for tonight.

McAdams' house. See the courageous Ozzie as he strides firmly across the porch of 1847, Roger's road. Chin up, flashlight swinging at his side. Down the steps, down the walk. Eyes alert, nose twitching. Oh, I'm filming object moves out of the darkness. Who's there?

It's me, Mr. Nelson. Oh, oh, oh, I mean, they were on an errand for the boys. They went up to the old McAdams house tonight and they think they saw a ghost. Really, Mr. D?

Yeah, I'm going up there, you know, to prove to them it was just their imagination. You're going in that spooky old house tonight and long? Oh, of course. Evadilly, you haven't heard the story about the McAdams play.

Well, I've heard some silly rumor. It's supposed to be haunted or something. But it is, Mr. Nelson. I heard the whole story from the people who live next door. The story goes that years ago in Scotland, in the old haggis castle, the young and beautiful lady Jane McGatham had a quarrel with her lover,

Douglas MacDingle Maccambo Maccavich. Yes, yes, yes, yes. Well, anyway, Lady Jane pushed her lover, Douglas MacDingle Maccambo Maccavich, down the stairs, down, down, down he went. His head is there, okay, Stein. I'd swear a little myself.

Where did she go? She came here, the United States, and they say that I'm nice of a fool and move. Giant ghost of Lord MacPatty James. Yeah, it makes a good story, but nobody in his right mind would believe it.

Well, yes, but I'm not. I'm the... Of course, it's a lot of nonsense. Okay, Miss Sue. No, I haven't gone yet. As a matter of fact, I've been thinking this over and I don't think I'll go.

The whole idea seems sort of childish. Well, what about the boys there? You promised them. I know, but... But I mean, after all, isn't it silly for a full-grown man? It's only a while go goose it's that's all it is. Well if you like there, I'll go with it the boys What did you say I said I'll go with you

There are times Harriet when a man likes to be alone Well, I dare get your coat. This isn't one of those times Matter fact I'm shivering a little I can't You squeeze in mine so hard the fingers are asleep How do we get through this iron fence?

There's a gate here someplace I think. Probably be bolted and spoiled on our fun. We usually have a huge lock. This place looks weird. Yes, it is pretty spooky in that.

Shall I sing something to keep your nerve up? If you want to dear. It'll keep you from getting scared. Did you ever think? As the hearse goes by. You are going to die. There's a spook in the meadow.

Dear, dear, my frightened hagose must be a haunted house the door squeaks. I could just as easily have come by myself. Aussie, something has hold on my coat. Yeah, that's me. But who closed the door?

Didn't you? No. It must have been the wind. Jesus, I sure looks creepy with the moon streaming through the window. What is that? What? Now, just don't be frightened. I might decide you. Ozzy, there's something in this room.

It's coming to artists. It's getting closer. Harry, quick, my baseball bat. Hang on, careful with that. Ozzy! Oh, Harry, huh? You old trickster. How aren't these thought I have a little fun with all the talk that's been going around about this place?

So you're the ghost David and Ricky saw. I should have guessed by the description. You should have a bagpipe, though, Sorny. A bagpipe? Well, sure, haven't you heard? This place is supposed to be haunted by a Scotch ghost who plays the bagpipe.

And each night he comes downstairs playing some music. Well, you have one funny. Where is it? I use your play awful. Ghost and you think I don't play at all. Did I hear a bagpipe? Listen, I can hear it playing as day.

Augie! The ghost! The ghost of Orton the cabbage! Well, we've seen it. Let's go. Well, that's all he's talking about. This wheel would just be sliding up. It's pulling me. Getting late, burning. Let's get out of here.

I'm just carrying my car. Wait! Ah, the door won't open. I keep turning my hand on it won't open. That was already a hell of my nose. I'll make one of my own. There must be some scientific explanation.

Did I seem very scared out there? No, not especially. I mean, did I act in any way that might give somebody the impression that this illusion we saw frightened me? No, you were very level-headed about it.

Of course, it was the first time I've ever seen you jump a 7-foot fence. I didn't think I could fool you. That thing, whatever it was, scared the... daylights out of me. I was funny, scared myself.

I can't figure out those bagpipes. No, and then what about the ghost? Oh, oh, well, yes, of course, the ghost, too. Harriet, what are you stuffing behind the sofa pillow? Oh, nothing, dear. Just some old papers and things.

Wait a minute, let me see that. It's an only an old she. You'll get the couch dirty. It's got cobwebs. Cobwebs. How about a little more coffee? And there's Ricky's baseball back. The one I'll...

Harriet, if you'd like to make a little confession, I'll listen. But if you'd rather not, I'd rather you would. All right, here. Just the boys and I thought it'd be nice if you could have a little fun on Halloween.

You told them how much you enjoyed going to some haunted house. So we thought that if we could sort of... I'll see, listen. I'm listening to on. No, listen. The bagpipe. Yeah. I hear the bagpipe's again.

So do I. Hey, Pop, can we have a dime? Well, listen, listen. Do you hear bagpipe's playing? Sure, that's what we're all to dime for. Get out for a pound. Who's out front? Mr. Campbell, the man with a Scotch-plat eye-screen truck.

The Scotch-plat eye-screen truck. Well, sure, haven't you ever seen him? Can we have a dime, Pop? A dime? Here's 50 cents. Stuff yourselves. Thanks, Pop! Oh, boy! Thank you! How about that? The bagpipe we heard at the McAdams place were from the Scotch-Plaid Ice Cream Truck.

What is going on in there? Sorry, markable. You see, the Scotch-Plaid Ice Cream Truck happened to stop there. See, there are no other houses around, and nobody lives there, but he happened to stop there.

Play the different tune up there too, didn't he? I don't remember. Harriet, believe me, it was only the Scotch-Plaid ice cream truck. Yes, I know, dear. I'll say it just once more. The bagpipes we heard at the McAdams place were from the Scotch-Plaid ice cream truck.

Okay, there, you convinced me. I wish I could convince myself I'd like to get some sleep tonight. You're back in just a moment. I don't know how you feel about it, but I kind of hope the bagpipe music didn't come from the Scotch-Plaid ice cream truck.

cream truck because that's the way Halloween ought to be lots of mysterious tapping at every window which is riding through the air spirits in every tree I've already had a message from the Halloween spirits Mr Smith last night on my way down Rogers Road a boy spoke to me suddenly out of nowhere honest what

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It's the best. The finest silver plate in America. Famous 1847 Rogers Brothers. Put out the light. Let's go to sleep. In a few minutes, Harriet, I just want to finish this article. Debunking the spook.

Debunking the spook? Yeah, the man who wrote it spent the night in a house that was supposed to be haunted. As I sat there in the darkness, I could hear the clock in the village striking twelve.

How was the witching hour? If ever the dead lived, how was the time they must rise from the grave? I stood up and dared the ghost to appear. I said if you were a ghost, I'd dare you to strike me dead, silly article.

What happened next? Well, and let's see, it goes on too. Yeah? It was right there. Come on, dear, I'm tired. I want to go to sleep. You know what might be fun? Let's sleep with the lights on tonight.

One other adventure of Aussie and Harriet. Starring Aussie, Nelson, and Harriet Hillier. And remember, America's finest silver plate is 1847 Rogers' budget. Yes, Harriet, America's finest silver plate is 1847 Rogers Brothers. Appearing in support of Aussie and Harriet were John Brown, Janet Waldo, Henry Blair, Tommy Bernard, and Jack Kirkwood.

Original music was composed and conducted by Billy May. This program originates in the Hollywood studios of the National Broadcasting Company and is also broadcast over the Trans-Canada network of the Canadian Broadcasting Corporation. This adventure of Aussie and Harriet will be transmitted to our men and women overseas by shortwave and through the worldwide facilities of the armed forces radio service

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