A Dark and Stormy Night
"At midnight, the wicked Count left the ruined castle again,"
"charging through the darkness."
"His eyes glittering like those of a demon,"
"his soul black and malevolent, stricken by jealousy."
"Death, his only objective."
All this because some girl won't pledge her troth,
whatever that is.
She won't marry him and his heart has turned to stone.
Not that you'd know anything about passion.
"A man possessed by twisted vengeance."
He's got a castle with a moat,
a thousand servants to bring him whatever he needs!
I don't see why he's always... riding around in the dark, killing people.
"The stench of death..."
Unrequited love has driven him mad, that's all.
Aw, phooey on all that!
If you want me to stop reading, I will.
I'm only supposed to be staying here while your parents are away,
so that Felicity can start teaching me something about running a household.
For your information, Sara Stanley,
reading aloud to the children is a very important part of running a household.
Aunt Hetty would never let me leave Rose Cottage again
if she knew I was reading this magazine serial.
Get to the fighting and murder, will you?!
"When he grimaced, his teeth flashed"
"like the razor sharp canines of half-starved dogs."
"Peasants huddled by their hearths,"
"their doors locked against the stormy dark."
"Knowing Lord Doom had once more laid claim to the night."
Digger!
Digger! Come back, boy!
Digger!
Come back!
- You scared him! - I didn't know he was listening.
- Where do you think you're going? - I'm going to get Digger, of course!
I forbid it!
When the Hodges' let their dog run out at night, it was mistaken for a wolf by Mr Armstrong!
That's true, Felicity.
- Well, it's your fault, Sara. - Come on!
I didn't want to read it anyway. I wanted to read Aesop's Fables.
Fine! Then we'll all go.
Cecily, you stay here in case Digger comes back.
Hey!
What's going on?!
What's the commotion?
Hey!
Listen,
I need sanctuary.
- What's this? - May I bar all your doors, sir?
Oh, sure, ma'am, I don't usually.
Please, hide me!
I'm in grave danger!
And there isn't much time!
Get away, you mangy critter!!
Hey!
Who says you can just rampage a fellas door and walk in?
Where is she? Do I have to snap you in two?
You can't hide from me forever, Amanda Stone!
Hey, this is my place!
Don't you trifle with me, boy!
I never give up!
I'll chase you to the end of the Earth, if I must!
Who speaks?
It's just a story! Lord Doom isn't real.
Anyway, he's in England.
We could all be set upon by thieves!
Killed and buried! No one the wiser!
This is Avonlea, Felix, not Montreal.
Digger?!
What you doing here?
Miss Stone?
He's a mean piece of work, that gentleman.
That's where Captain Crane used to store rum and money.
Rutherford's a monster!
Oh! You're bleeding! Oh!
It's nothing, ma'am.
I best be going.
He might come back.
I'll take you directly to the constable, ma'am.
- We'll let the law handle it. - No! The law will take his side,
even though I am an innocent victim.
Please, you must believe me.
But you can't go out into the night without protection.
I beg of you. Say nothing about this to anyone.
It means my life.
- Gus! - Gus, are you in there?
Gus Pike?
Gus Pike!
Thank you... for your courage
and your strength in my time of dire need.
I feel certain we shall meet again.
Why she do that for?
Come on, Digger.
I wonder who she was.
Gus has got some nerve just turning us out into the night,
without a word of explanation!
She was very beautiful!
What do you know about beauty, Felix? Nothing!
She was beautiful.
I wonder how Gus got that cut on his head?
Maybe he fell out of bed!
That hussy probably knocked him in the head and
then robbed him without him even noticing!
Oh, sure! Then she kissed him,
praised him for his courage, and ran off into the night.
That's some robbery!
Of all the people you could choose to rob in Avonlea, Gus Pike is the last.
He doesn't got anything at all. He's nobody important!
You just shut up about Gus Pike, Felix King!
You don't know the first thing about it.
Amanda Stone!
Oh, my goodness!
It's a treasure!
They're obviously not real, Olivia.
Oh! Far too... garish to be genuine.
How do you know that?
Why... what if those rumors about old Captain Crane
finding a treasure are true, Hetty?
Ezekiel Crane!?
That man couldn't find the sky, lying face upwards in a raft
in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean!
I never had a good shirt with more than three buttons before.
Oh, Gus!
Gus!
Thanks, Miss Olivia, it's very fine. Very fine.
Well, you know, Gus, it hardly took me anytime at all
with my new sewing machine.
Oh, let me see.
Oh, well...
No substitute for my own fine hand stitching, mind you but...
Olivia! What have you done?!
I never asked for an abrupt taper there.
Well... Hetty, Gus is a young man, and he cuts a fine figure.
Let us not forget that Gus' new employment is one of...
service, Olivia, not... of glamor
I'd never have gotten the job if it weren't for
your letter of recommendation, Miss King.
Oh, I'm sure you'll do very well at the White Sands, Gus.
Oh, he most certainly will!
Off you go, my boy.
Remember: "Late for work, our duties will shirk".
I'm half-way there immediately.
Oh!
Miss King, could you watch my treasure for me while I'm at work?
- Certainly, I will. - Good luck!
Oh, I... Goodbye!
Oh, he certainly is excited about that new job, isn't he?
Treasure indeed!
Oh, I suppose it couldn't hurt to...
ascertain their actual worth.
Yes. I'll take them to the jeweler's in Carmody, whilst I'm there.
Olivia,
haven't seen my magazine, by any chance?
Oh, you mean 'Death Rides By Night'?
I don't bother with serials, if that's what you're talking about.
Oh, no, just the occasional recipe and...
political essays, of course.
Oh! Of course!
It's simple enough, boy.
You clear the dirty dishes off the tables and refill coffee.
Stop huffing, boy. You sound like an old train.
I ran all the way, sir.
At the White Sands, we don't confuse bustle with industry, Master Pike.
- Yes, sir. - Get to it then!
Motto of the White Sands Hotel is:
'Guests shall have it before they know they want it'.
Ah no, lad. I don't want any.
Well, Mister, the idea is,
that you have it before you want it yet.
More coffee, ma'am?
Please, show nothing in your face, brave Mr Pike!
My enemy is nearby. Act naturally!
Did you get what I left you last night?
Say nothing!
It is the last vestige of my family's fortune.
The man, who has been following me, works for my late father's lawyer.
I am an orphan!
- I'm near orphan myself. - Shh!
When my dear father died,
the lawyer took the opportunity to take everything,
including my mother's jewels.
Well, I stole them back.
And now Rutherford has been sent to bring them and me back.
He intends I should stand trial for taking
what has been in my family for generations.
I'm desperate!
I have nowhere to go, no one to turn to.
Will you help me once again, dear Mr Pike?
Meet me after sunset, at the old cemetery. Do you know it?
Now,
it would be best if you continue, as though nothing had happened.
You didn't really think that old widow disguise was going to fool me, did you?
I haven't got the gems, Robert.
Perhaps not, Amanda.
But never forget,
I'm like your shadow.
Patient,
dark,
and impossible to avoid.
Have you considered, Robert,
that shadows are also predictable and insubstantial.
And thus, harmless.
I think you know my capabilities.
Perhaps,
you won't be quite so pretty when I'm done with you.
More coffee, ma'am?
You stupid, clumsy thing!
What...! Ah, you are that lighthouse brat, aren't you?
Leave her be!
Getting a little desperate for allies, aren't you?
I am extremely sorry for any inconvenience and I assure you...
Yeah, fine! Fine! Fine! Fine! Just get that stripling away from me!
Yes. Of course! He's relieved of his duties immediately.
We'll meet again, sir.
You better hope not, boy.
How's your arithmetic? You could be a clerk at the Carmody Bank.
Alright, till I run out of fingers.
Miss King will never let me hear the end of it.
Losing that job...
- and on the first day! - She'll understand it was an accident.
No. I guess not.
Come on, Gus!
You gotta tell me what's going on.
If you don't, Felicity will pluck out my eyelashes,
one by one.
Put that away, Felix!
Miss King says smoking at a tender age indicates vulgarity.
I should've known you were sent to scout me out.
My lips are sealed, tight as a pyramid's!
It's a question of a lady's honor and safety.
Just because she's pretty.
She's the most beautiful woman I've ever seen.
Maybe there's some miracle mixture at Lawson's that'll clean out this stain.
Gus!
Good afternoon, Sally Potts.
We would most surely be honored by your presence at Sunday dinner, Mr Pike.
At your house? Me?
Of course, Gus! Mother's made a special occasion out of it.
We're having stuffed goose.
I'm in no mood for jokes, Sally Potts!
But, Gus, it's with all the trimmings!
Gus Pike! Gus Pike. A moment of your time.
Don't worry, I didn't take no silverware with me.
Nonsense! Nonsense. All a misunderstanding.
I hope you won't hold it against the hotel, Master Pike.
But you just fired me!
We'd like to extend to you a complimentary suite,
at least until you're able to find more... suitable accommodations.
- What?! - A person of your stature
is exactly the sort White Sands must cultivate.
Very good day to you, Master Pike.
Gus!
How nice to see you!
Can we do something for you?
I was wondering if you had a...a shirt cleaner...
that cleans stains of a stubborn sort...
that don't cost too much?
Don't worry about the cost! Your credit's good here.
It is?!
You are out of your league.
In conflict with your betters.
Tell me where the gems are!
Or I'll break your arm!
Digger!
You'll need a lot sharper teeth than that, to frighten me!
She'll play you for a fool.
Just like any other man,
or boy in long pants who catches her fancy!
Oh! It's a fortune!
Though the jeweller in Carmody couldn't say exactly what your jewels are worth.
Silly man, just... held them in his hand and giggled.
It was ridiculous!
- I need them back, Miss King. - Oh, no!
They're securely locked up in the Post Office safe,
where they'll remain,
till we can consult a solicitor and have them
properly deposited in an account, for you.
But...
they were a gift to me, Miss King.
Oh, my!
So you'd be an idler, would you, Gus Pike?
Well, I'll have you know that a...
gadabout with money is a gadabout just the same.
Miss King,
everybody else is being nice to me.
I don't see why you can't be too.
Because I am... no fair-weathered friend, Gus Pike, that's why.
Lord! If you can't even handle a job pouring coffee,
how on Earth are you going to handle a fortune in gems?
No, no! They stay in the Post Office safe, and that's final.
Go on! Cake.
Oh! I despair at your cooking abilities, Sara Stanley.
How can I concentrate properly on a recipe,
when you make me read aloud from that magazine all day?
Let's go ask Gus to take us all out for a fancy dinner at the White Sands.
He can afford it.
Gus Pike will soon forget about all of his old friends, now that he's rich.
You just see if he doesn't.
Are you mad at poor Gus, Felicity?
She's conceived by jealousy.
She's consumed by jealousy, Felix!
I am no such thing, Sara Stanley!
I'm just trying to be Gus' friend.
Don't you all see that Gus is in some sort of trouble
and I've no doubt that woman is behind it all!
Oh, no! Digger!
Cecily!
Wait! What about dinner?
I know! "Stay here in case Digger gets back".
Which he never does.
Miss Stone?
If that's you, Rutherford,
come out and face me!
Digger!
Digger! Come to keep me company, you have, boy?
Why does Digger always go straight to Gus at night?
Cause he always has a lot of fish guts around.
- So? - Digger loves to roll in them.
Is it safe?
That Rutherford fella tried to scare me out of helping you.
But I ain't afraid of him.
Oh, you should be afraid of Rutherford, Gus.
But I appreciate your help and your trust.
Just by looking at you,
a man can see that you're a woman of virtue and kindness.
If she's a woman of virtue than I'm the Queen of Sheba!
He'll rue the day he messes with Gus Pike, I tell you.
Oh! I don't doubt it!
But if you'll... just give me the gems,
then I can escape to the mainland tonight.
Ooh! They're at the Post Office, locked up in a safe, Miss Stone.
What?
But I'll get them for you tomorrow.
The jewels are hers!
Rutherford thwarts me at every turn.
No, no. It's Miss Hetty King, that's the thwarter.
I'll do... whatever it takes to help you, Miss Stone.
See how noble Gus is?
He's smitten, is what he is!
Until tomorrow then.
But, Master Pike, be on your guard!
Tangling with Rutherford might mean you leaving Avonlea...
forever.
If it was with you...
I wouldn't mind a bit.
Oh!
The tramp!
Taking advantage of poor Gus like that!
He doesn't seem to be struggling.
He must be breathing out of his ears!
I've got to follow that hussy and demand she let Gus alone!
Felix, you stay with Gus.
All this skulduggery with no supper!
I'm losing my patience with you, boy. Out of my way!
Come down off of there. Let's go at it, man to man.
You thick-headed whelp!
Gus!
Gus, are you alright?
Digger!
- What are you doing here? - Spying on you...
while Sara and Felicity watch your friend.
I've to go warn Amanda.
But I haven't had supper yet!
I promised I'd protect her with my life.
You didn't promise her my life!
Hetty, returning the gems to Gus is the right thing to do.
Two women... and a... handful of jewels in the middle of the night is absurd!
Olivia!
How I let you talk me into this... this ridiculous gesture?
Hetty, you treat Gus as a responsible adult,
and he'll behave responsibly.
Oh, I don't believe he is home.
Well, I suppose we could leave him a note.
'Dear Gus, your treasure is hidden here, beneath the doormat'.
Of course he doesn't have a doormat.
I know! We'll just keep the jewels at our home tonight.
We will?! Well, I...I...I shan't sleep a wink!
Oh!
Where is that dreaded boy anyways!
Hetty, you worry too much.
This is Avonlea, not Boston. Come on!
I'll keep them under my pillow, Olivia.
Alright.
I'm not going to leave them with you.
- You know, when Jasper... - Oh, Hetty, don't start!
What was that?
Oh, I am so sorry, Mr Methley. The hour being so late, but
- I'm afraid I need my key. - We're here only to serve, Miss Stone.
That certain Mr Rutherford was asking after you earlier this evening. He...
I told him you've gone out. He seemed most anxious to speak with you.
Oh, I don't want to see him, Mr Methley.
I'm afraid I...I can't deal with... bankers and lawyers now.
Please.
You do understand...
- I need quiet... time to reflect. - Of course, Miss Stone, of course!
Thank you.
Please reconsider, Felicity. We don't even know what room she's in!
- What are you children doing here? - Mr Methley,
I demand to know the room number of the woman who just came in here.
You demand?
Young lady, do your parents know where you are?
Out! Go home!
Mr Methley, I'm afraid we must speak to her.
Sh...She's in grave and... immediate danger.
Write a note and I will deliver it.
Well...
We must deliver the message personally.
It will reflect badly on the hotel, if she's not warned.
Now, you can escort us upstairs.
Alright then. In that case I will accompany you to her room.
This is Miss Stone's room. Number 20.
Service!
It sounds very important, Mr Methley.
If she thinks she could buy the affections of a poor boy like Gus Pike,
well, a caring friend won't stand for it.
You know, Felicity, you sound more and more like Aunt Hetty.
Miss Stone?
She has to be in there. We didn't see her leave the hotel.
What are you doing?!
Saving Gus from that woman. And from himself!
We can't just break in!
You better keep an eye out for Mr Methley.
I don't know if this is such a good idea!
I know. I'll go speak to Mr Methley,
and...and I'll tell him that we think that Miss Stone has swooned.
Then he'll have to let us in! And then we'll...
- Mr Rutherford? - Yes.
Has the lovely young lady from room 20 returned?
Yes, sir. She's retired for the night.
- I wish I could count on that. - Beg your pardon, sir?
Nothing. I'll take my key.
And I'll turn in for the evening.
If you leave your boots outside the door, sir,
our valet service will return them to you before breakfast.
Ever since you got rich, things are a lot more exciting.
Shh! Keep quiet! Will you, Felix?
It's no bother, Mr Rutherford.
It is to me! Good night!
Rutherford, you clever snake!
She has all these tools.
English skin cream.
Rouge from Paris.
French perfume!
I'll bet without all these she's plain as a church mouse.
Look at all these keys.!
Suspicious, don't you think?
Haven't I said as much from the first we saw of her?
Stop right there, Robert!
I guess, you think, you've won!
Save your breath, Amanda. I'm impervious to your wiles.
Oh, you don't have the gems?
I'm never going to give up. And you can't escape!
No matter where you go, every time you turn around, I'll be there watching.
You made a big mistake when you took on Robert Rutherford.
Go get Methley.
Leave her be!
I said, leave her be!
- I'll have at you again. - What's going on here?
Amanda Stone, I hereby arrest you for the theft of the Van Dusen jewels.
- You can't arrest no one! - Oh, no, boy?
I'm with the McGraff Detective Agency of Boston, hired by the family.
And what's more, you, boy, are under arrest for aiding and abetting,
receiving stolen goods and interfering with an officer of the law
in the line of his duty.
So, then the bad guy...
Lord Doom...
goes out for these horse-rides, when it's a full moon.
All dressed in black, killing people,
on account... of a broken heart.
I know it sounds stupid, but that's the story.
Gus.
Gus, are you listening?
Yeah.
Meanwhile,
the good guy, Sir Basil Oxenford, is digging a hole,
figuring that Lord Doom will walk along,
fall... and be captured
Hurry up, now, Constable! I am most disappointed with you.
Oh, no!
Aunt Hetty's come to rescue us.
Shoddy... irresponsible police work, really, constable!
Look, Aunt Hetty! I'm arrested!
Get him out of there this instance!
Miss King, they're arrested!
Gus Pike is an accomplice to a world famous jewel thief and
Mr Methley is charging young Felix, here, with trespassing.
Mr Methley has seen fit to change his mind,
after a brief chat with me. Here. Read this.
As for Gus Pike, it's obvious, he had no idea
those gems were stolen, when he accepted them.
Clearly, that Amanda Stone woman has... taken advantage of his helpful nature.
That's not true!
Quiet now, Gus, I'm trying to help you.
I'll never believe Miss Stone to be a criminal.
She's been wronged!
The McGraff man says you're not the first young lad
who's had his head turned by Amanda Stone.
Oh!
Well, I'm sure that the Attorney General will be most interested to know that
his Constabulary is now... taking direction
from the... McGraff Agency of Boston.
The fact is, those jewels were unaccounted for.
They were not in Miss Stone's room
and they were not in the Post Office safe this morning.
Well, a proper policeman might've considered
asking the postmistress a question or two and...
so would've discovered that...
I have the jewels.
Here.
I tried to return them to Gus last night, in fact, but he...
he was not home, you see.
Miss King, those jewels are the rightful property of Miss Stone. I know that.
Don't be absurd, boy!
Hurry up now, Constable! Go on.
I am most disappointed with you, boys.
Raging heaven knows where, at all hours of the night!
Consorting with ruffians! And cavorting about hotels!
Going to jail, of all things!
Just when I was beginning to feel like a real criminal.
That's enough, Felix!
Quick march! Good day to you.
It's written all over her face!
Amanda Stone's soul is black with crime.
Sara even saw her burglar tools!
Gus, why don't you come and join us for dinner?
I just feel like... being alone for now.
I've never heard anything so ridiculous!
You're going to moon over this strange woman while your friends are...!
Felicity.
You see that, boy?
Nothing quite like honed steel, is there?
What do you want?
I have Amanda.
If you do not bring me the gems, I will kill her!
I'll bring the body back here.
I'll make it seem as though you did it. And by God, I guarantee you,
you will hang for it.
Amanda, for the gems.
Tonight. At the old cemetery.
After dark.
You understand?
He said that if I didn't give him the gems tonight... he'd kill Amanda.
I don't think the police are suppose to do that, are they?
Even detectives.
Then he said, he'd make it look like I did it.
- Do you think Amanda is innocent? - I don't think so.
- We should tell Aunt Hetty! - No! I can't do that now!
It's too complicated.
And dangerous.
I have to help Amanda myself.
I can't let Rutherford hurt her.
Gus, you can't give him that!
It's all I have.
It'll have to be enough.
I know!
We'll use mother's jewelry to save Amanda!
Felix!
Felicity, you don't want the blood of that poor woman on your hands, do you?
What about these?
That's just the ticket, Felicity!
Now you're getting into the spirit of things, Felicity!
- What's happening? - Lord Doom
has set a price of a thousand pounds on poor Sir Basil's head.
Is that in the 'Recipe' section?
Olivia!
Well, I'm reading this rubbish... uh... merely as ammunition.
In order to write a letter of protest to the editor, you see.
Nut?
Oh!
Mother's going to kill me.
I've noticed that every time we try to help someone, we end up in trouble.
Gus!
- Who is it? - Felicity King and Sara Stanley.
Do you have them?
Thank you.
Do you really think this is gonna work?
Could be days before Rutherford finds out they're not the real gems.
You shouldn't do this alone, Gus. You need friends to help you.
Too dangerous.
And what if she asks you to go with her?
What?
She won't stay in Avonlea. She'll want to leave.
Maybe she'll want you to go with her.
Will you?
I don't know.
Would it matter to you?
Not in the least, Gus Pike.
What you do with your life is your own business.
But, I'll tell you one thing,
as a friend who has some concern for your well-being.
That Amanda Stone woman is nothing but trouble, head to toe.
You two are alike.
Felicity, this is not a foot race!
If you like him, why don't you just tell him?
- If I like who? - Gus!
- Don't be ridiculous! - Well, he likes you.
Really?
I intend to set my sights much higher than a dirt-covered boy
who lives in an old lighthouse.
Felicity King! What a terrible thing to say!
You can't possibly mean that!
I'll thank you to mind your own business.
You think you're the big authority on romance in Avonlea.
Well, you don't know everything!
I know what I see!
What is this? Charcoal?!
- If only we knew his plan! - Well, we know enough, I think.
- We'll take Digger! - Yes, he hates that detective..
- Cecily... - I know, "Stay here".
And if we're not home by midnight, you go and get help.
Come on, Felix! Hurry!
I haven't finish eating my...
Alright! Let's go.
He looks so cold!
You got what I want, boy?
- Where's Miss Stone? - I'm alright, Gus!
Throw the gems this way, boy.
Not until I see Miss Stone.
Here she is.
Where's my property?!
Miss Stone, are you alright?
Oh!
Do as he says, Gus. He's a monster!
Throw the gems here, boy,
or, by God, I'll bash your head against these stones!
Well, Robert?
Yes! Yes, this is it!
I told you it had to be the boy! Who else could it be?
There's a good lad!
Miss Stone!
What's going on?
I knew it!
I tried to tell everyone, but no one would listen to me.
Let's go, Amanda.
Mr Rutherford and I were partners.
We had a falling out, harsh words were spoken.
It was a little double-cross, which she now regrets.
- Don't you, my sweet? - Yes, of course, Robert.
He's as tenacious as a bloodhound. I suspect he's in love with me.
Ow! Let go!
Let her go, boy!
He'll hurt you! I won't be able to stop him!
By God, I'm sick and tired of you!
I'm going to thrash you within an inch of your life!
Just like Sir Basil caught Evil Lord Doom in 'Death Rides by Night'!
Hey!
I told Gus about that.
Took me all afternoon... to dig that... hole and haul the muck out.
My back is pretty near broke!
Oh!
I owe you a great debt once again, Gus.
I... He took me captive and he... and he told me he was going to kill you.
And I couldn't bear the thought of that, so I...
Was he... holding you captive when you...
helped him tear apart my home today?
Oh! He took me there by force!
And who was it that told him about the Captain's secret hiding place?
Ah!
Wasn't about to believe her again.
That would make me stupid.
I guess, I owe you all an apology.
Specially you, Felicity.
You knew from the beginning.
Everyone knows that I'm a shrewd judge of character, Gus.
I was telling Sara that despite your lack of prospects,
your inner strength would see you through.
- Didn't I, Sara? - Yes, Felicity.
And I want you to know, I appreciate it.
I'll never again lose sight of my true friends, just because of a pretty face.
Hey!
These aren't the real gems!
- Where are they, you bloody fool! - Safe!
In the Markdale Constable safe.
- Look out, Sara! - Run!
Robert! Robert!
Robert!
Robert,
aren't you forgetting something?
Give me one good reason why I should bother with you.
The Markdale Constable safe.
Should be an easy job, for the two of us.
When I woke up the... gems were gone.
I... should've told the truth about those gems in the first place.
Careful there. There'll be another one.
Well, I'll tell you one thing,
if mother and father ever find out they'll never leave Avonlea again.
I suppose they'll be far away by now.
And good riddance to them!
I'm sorry I got you into the mess.
I'm just sorry that Miss Stone escaped punishment.
Well, the constable will be after them now.
What I want to know is what happened to Lord Doom, after he fell into the pit.
"And the fellow just looked down on the Count's crumpled body."
"His black clothing stained by scarlet blood in the torch light."
"He could see that the fire in his eyes was not dampened."
"And that fire was a fire of madness."
"A fire that had sent him out in the night on his bloody rampages."
"To ride his black horse in search of victims,"
"was jealousy for the love of a pure maiden he could not obtain."
Oh, no!
Not again!
You'll never escape, Amanda Stone! I'll chase you to the end of the Earth!