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Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Adventures
The Jackie Chan Adventures
A Spooky Night In Disney's Haunted Mansion
 
"This story based on the New Orleans Square attraction and the LP DisneyLand record STORY AND SONGS OF THE HAUNTED MANSION tells the tale of Ninjara, Jackie Chan, Jade & Raphael trapped inside a antebellum manor house during a storm and experience a nightmare they will never forget!"
 
INTRODUCTION
Have you ever seen a haunted house?  You know the kind I mean.  That old dark house that's usually at the end of a dimly lit street.  The owners haven't been seen for years no one really knows why.  The windows are broken and boarded and the shutters hang loose on their hinges.  The sidewalk leading up to the porch is broken and overgrown with grass & weeds.  The trees have grown wild their branches brush against the sides of the weathering house making strange noises in the night.  There's a high vine-covered fence around the property with a rusty squeaky gate.  Is it there to keep somebody out or is it there to keep something inside???  It's a house that people avoid walking past at night...strange sounds come from within its walls and it's said that errie lights can be seen both in the attic windows and in the cemetary to the side of the house.  Our story revolves around this mysterious mansion...
 
Nights not long ago 4 friends were walking home from a movie aka STAR WARS EPISODE II "Attack Of The Clones" the night was cool as lightning broke through the skies.  The wind began to blow and the lightning cracked again.  Thunder rolled across the heavens and changed this pleasant evening into a night to be remembered.  Ninjara held Raphael's hand tightly as they began to walk faster down the dark streets.  The lightning struck again and illuminated the front of the old mansion...it began to rain.  Jackie Chan, Jade, Raphael & Ninjara ran towards the old house through the old iron gate and onto the porch for protection.  Protection???  If only they had known...
 
NINJARA
Oh Ralph, <Worried> look at that rain come down.  We'll never get home now.

RAPHAEL
Sure we will, it's not quite midnight.

JACKIE CHAN
But this old porch isn't gonna keep us dry though.
 
He starts tugging-pulling on the stuck front door. The others watch in panic.
 
JADE
Jackie, what are you doing?

JACKIE CHAN
Trying to get front door open.  No one lives here we can wait inside till the storm's over.

RAPHAEL
I dunno...rumors going around say this house is haunted, no one has moved into this house or rented it after the origional owners passed away.

NINJARA <Nervous>
Not me, I'm not going inside that house.  I'd rather stay out here and get wet.

JADE
Me too, I got a bad feeling about this.
 
Finally the stuntman opens the door and peers inside for a second or two or three before turning back to his friends.
 
JACKIE CHAN
There.  C'mon, don't be afraid.  I'll light a match.
 
Removing a book from his pocket he struck a match and cupping it in his hands stares into the gloom.  The friends discovered themselves to be standing inside a large room called the Front Parlor-Foyer.  Furniture covered in dust & spiderwebs abound everywhere.  Large windows gave views of the outside even though panes are missing from their frames and patched up with wood & cardboard.  Curtains hung down like limp flags in a still wind.  A crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling with flickering candles giving off the only source of light as other candles set into scounces along the walls cast wierd shadow patterns on the wallpaper.  Two large doors set apart from each other face the friends at the other end of the chamber, both closed at the moment.
 
JACKIE CHAN
Well I'll be, <Looks around> this house is still full of furniture.

RAPHAEL
It's as though someone still lived here.

JADE
If that's so...then where are the owners of this house?

NINJARA
Either they died or moved away to another city or town.  No one really knows.

RAPHAEL
Yo, Chan.  There's a candelabrum, light some candles.

JACKIE CHAN
Ok, this match is about to burn out.

Quickly he struck another match and attached the flame to the candleholders but as he did so...a ghostly voice echos out of nowhere startling the friends.
 
GHOST HOST
Good evening...

NINJARA <Caught by suprise>
Wh-who said that?

JADE
Who spoke?

JACKIE CHAN
I think it came from that marble bust.

RAPHAEL
Auuuugh! <Yells like Charlie Brown> A talking statue?!!

NINJARA
Let's get out of here!

JADE
Let me out of here!
 
Unfortunately as they run towards the door it began to swing shut by itself and closes!!!  Now the gang are trapped ALIVE with no means of escaping from this cursed nightmare.
 
JACKIE CHAN
The door closed! <He tries tugging-yanking the knob> I can't get it open.

JADE
Oh no, that's it.  Now we're doomed.

RAPHAEL
Good grief, now what?

NINJARA
Ralph, Chan, do something!

JACKIE CHAN
What? Do what?

RAPHAEL
The door's stuck again, no way to open it again.
 
At the same time the unseen voice continues speaking though no one present is revealed to be the speaker.
 
GHOST HOST
Welcome foolish mortals to the haunted mansion...I am your host, your Ghost Host...Kindly step this way, there's no turning back now...You will not be harmed but you will not be released until you take a tour of my home...We have so few visitors...live ones that is...hmhmhmahahahahaah...Our tour begins here in this ghostly gallery...
 
At that moment one of the 2 doors slides open magically to reveal another room beyond.  Chan, Ninjara, Raphael & Jade too frightened to find another way out obeyed their host's voice and entered the candle-lit gallery.  The art gallery was a large room its walls were covered with paintings.  As the friends stepped into the room the door behind them slid closed.
 
END OF PART I





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