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Believe it or not!
First legendary explorer Robert Ripley, now Michael Ripley
follows in his footsteps.
He and his friends, Samantha and Cyril circle the globe
in search of the strange, the bizarre, the unexplained.
Leaving no mystery unresolved, against all odds,
they challenge you to -
believe it or not!
(eerie chanting): Ko Bo Ni Jo! Dance with us!
Ko Bo Ni Jo! Dance with us.
Ko Bo Ni Jo! Dance with us.
Male voice: The Evil Eye.
Dance with us.
Le feu au Sud.
Ko Bo Ni Jo!
L'eau a l'ouest.
Ko Bo Ni Jo!
L'air a l'est.
Ko Bo Ni Jo!
We gather for Marie Laveau, our voodoo priestess,
invisible but present in our hearts.
Ko Bo Ni Jo! Dance with us!
Dance among us tonight.
Marie's amulet! It's gone!
It can't be?
Noooo!
The evil eye - it's been stolen!
Noooo!
(evil laughter)
Rip: If you thought what you had before was hot...
wait 'til you get a load of this!
Fried alligator, Shrimp Gumbo, Jambalaya and Crawfish.
Bon appetit mes amis.
Muchos gracios senior!
Cyril, the waiter was speaking French.
Most Cajuns trace their ancestry back to a French
Colony in Nova Scotia, over two hundred years ago.
Thanks for the history lesson Rip,
but the food's getting cold.
HHHot! HHOT!
I need water.
Ahh! Water!
AAAhhhh!
Thanks a million, I thought I was melting there for a
second.
C'mon Cyril, it's not that bad!
I didn't say it was bad... just hot! Waiter!
This was a great idea Rip, I can't wait for the Mardis Gras
parade tomorrow...
First there's the matter of an artifact to be purchased,
then we can talk about the parade.
Wasn't the director of the Voodoo museum supposed to call
you a while ago?
Yeah, we better head over there.
It's only a few blocks from the French Quarter.
I don't know about you Sam, but,
I need to cool off.
But I haven't tried the alligator yet.
Mr. Ripley?
Is that you?
I was just about to ca...
You!
I told you never to come here!
Get out of my office!
I will not leave until you give me back what is MINE.
Yours?
You mean OURS!
I have as much right to the amulet of the Evil Eye
as you do.
It belonged to our mother and she wouldn't have wanted you
to perform your evil sorcery with it.
How dare you call it sorcery.
I am the priestess in this family now, and it is my right
to do with the amulet as I please.
You have no idea what you are dealing with.
And neither do you.
Our grandmother forbid our mother to use the amulet,
and I won't allow you to use it either.
Besides, I already got rid of it.
Now leave!
Or I'll call security.
You, of all people, shouldn't underestimate my powers.
What?
What have you done...
Ooooo...
Is this what you meant by sorcery?
Hmmm... Michael Ripley... artifacts expert.
Well Mr. Ripley, you're in for a bit of a surprise.
So this is the renowned Bourbon Street?
Yep, pretty quiet during the day,
but it really comes alive at night.
Hopefully that's all that comes alive at night around
here.
You sure you want to bring a voodoo artifact back to BION?
Positive, I'm paying top dollar for the amulet.
It's not everyday that a museum turns over one of it's
artifacts.
Why are they selling it?
Not sure.
The director contacted me.
Said he knew of my reputation and thought it would be a
great addition to the BION collection.
More likely he heard of your bank account.
Hi, I'm Michael Ripley.
We're here to see the director, Mr. Glapion.
Hang on, I'll tell him your here.
Coo-ool!
But creepy!
I apologise for the delay.
He doesn't seem to be answering his phone.
Goodnight, I'm going home now.
Attendant: Uhm, Goodnight Mr.Glapion.
Mr. Glapion, I'm Michael Ripley.
I was awaiting your call.
Would you rather set up a time tomorrow?
I don't know a Michael Ripley.
Creepy guy.
Strange.
Did you notice how he barely even looked at us?
I'm sorry but I'm afraid I'll have to ask you to leave now,
the museum's closing.
So much for southern hospitality.
I don't get it.
Why wouldn't he remember me?
I hate to be the one to break it to you but you're not all
that memorable.
Ha ha. Very Funny.
Maybe that wasn't the guy you dealt with over the phone.
No, I'm sure it was him, I recognised his voice.
Well he sure didn't recognize yours.
Après vous madame.
AAAHHH!
Well, someone recognized us.
Nice of them to give us a new room,
and complimentary food!
That's the least they could do,
I wasn't too impressed with their previous decor.
Gee, do you think someone's trying to scare us off.
Maybe the psycho director changed his mind about...
selling you the amulet?
Then why not just say so?
No there's something else going on.
Can't we just pass on this one and enjoy the Mardis Gras?
I'm sure there's plenty of Voodoo artifacts you can get
your hands on.
Scared of a little doll Sam?
Actually Sam, authentic amulets are hard to come by.
They're used mostly by voodoo priestesses to place curses
on people and then they get passed
through generations as heirlooms.
The amulet in question was once owned by Marie Laveau,
a famous voodoo priestess who died in 1881.
So what do we do now?
We're gonna find the director and get that amulet.
I won't be scared off that easily.
How do we plan to do that?
The old fashioned way.
Priestess: Ripley doesn't have the amulet,
so you must still have it.
You will obey and bring it to me now.
I - will - obey.
I - will - obey.
Sam: This is it.
Go on up and ring the doorbell.
No need to, looks like the director's taking a walk.
Rip: C'mon, let's follow him.
I don't feel so well.
What do you expect?
You ate a three course meal all by yourself
back in the room!
Maybe it's the Voodoo doll?
Maybe I'm cursed?
I doubt it.
Are we gonna follow him all night?
Guess there's no jay walking laws in New Orleans.
What's he doing?
He's gonna get hit!
Mr. Glapion!
Get out of the way!
What!!
Are you nuts or something?
Uhm...
I'm, I'm sorry.
I... I didn't see you.
Didn't see me?
Get yourself a new pair of glasses pal,
and stay on the sidewalk.
That's what they're there for!
Are you OK?
I... I don't remember how I got here?
Here, you dropped this.
I'm Roger Glapion, thank you for helping me.
Mr. Glapion, don't you recognise us?
I'm Michael Ripley, we saw you earlier today?
Mr. Ripley?
What do you mean we saw each other?
We've only ever spoken by phone.
Maybe we should get him to a hospital,
that must have been some tackle Rip.
We came by the museum when you were leaving,
you don't remember at all?
I was about to call you when...
Oh no!
She came to my office...
Who came to your office?
What are you talking about?
She brought me here, and she's probably waiting for
me in the cemetary.
Mr. Ripley, I can't explain...
but you're in danger.
Take the amulet and leave New Orleans now!
Wait!
Rip, we got what we came for, let's do what the man
says and leave.
Yeah, you heard him, he said we we're in danger.
I'm not leaving until we figure out what's going on.
Besides, I haven't even paid for it yet.
Can't you just mail him a check?
He said someone was waiting for him in the graveyard.
C'mon.
Great!
A graveyard, at night with a voodoo amulet...
can't get much worse than this.
I wouldn't bet on that.
Does anyone have any seltzer?
Huh!
Cyril hand me a flashlight will ya?
Sure. Hold on a sec.
Ah!
Thanks buddy.
Here, put this in your pack for safe keeping.
Alright. If the amulet used to belong to Marie Laveau.
I'll bet we'll find her here somewhere.
Tell me you're not being literal when you say that.
Who knows?
Haven't you ever heard of Zombies?
Sure, I saw Night of The Living Zombie.
Pretty bad movie.
Oh, I'm serious, there's been documented cases of voodoo
Priestess' bringing people back from the dead.
The trick is, they never died but were put in a death-like
state using a neurotoxin from a puffer-fish.
The walking dead?
Are you trying to scare me?
There! All done!
Hang on! Where'd my flashlight go?
Ha! Great, now I'll have to start all over again!
Rip?
AAH!
Don't ever do that again!
You scared the life out of me.
Ha! Ha! Ha!
Look, this is it!
Hey Cyril!
We found Marie's tombstone, come and check it out.
Cyril? Buddy?
This isn't the time to be playing hide and seek.
Cyril would never leave without his back pack.
Not willingly!
CYRIL!/CYRIL!/CYRIL!
The amulet's still in his bag.
Did you hear that?
C'mon!
OOF!
Sam? You Ok?
Sam: Yeah! Hurry!
Whoever was waiting for Mr. Glapion,
decided to take Cyril instead.
But why take Cyril? It makes no sense.
Maybe they took Cyril as a means of getting the amulet
back without realizing it was in his backpack.
Someone is holding Cyril for ransom?
Mr. Glapion said that "she" brought him here and that
"she" was waiting for him?
The "She" he was referring to is most likely a
Voodoo Preistess.
Who else would want the amulet that bad?
And remember how he didn't recognize us?
I think he was in a trance.
Are you saying that he's a Zombie?
I don't know, but whoever was waiting for him may have done
the same thing to Cyril.
We have to find Mr. Glapion.
He's the only one that can tell us who was waiting for him.
Let's see now, if I were a Zombie,
where would I hide?
Very funny.
This is interesting...
the name Glapion has quite a history around these parts...
Bingo!
What?
Their family tree.
It says Marie Laveau was married to a Glapion.
It seems that he comes from a very well known family,
wealthy too.
So Marie Laveau was an ancestor of Roger Glapion.
That means the amulet belongs to his family!
Any siblings?
A sister. And what a coincidence...
she owns a local Voodoo shop in the French Quarter.
Listed here as a must see for tourists.
Shall we pay her a visit?
You think it'll still be open at this hour?
Sam, Sam, New Orleans never sleeps,
and neither will we until we find Cyril!
You must have New Orleans confused with that OTHER city
that never sleeps.
Excuse me sir, can you tell me where we could find the owner
of this shop?
Most likely at home in bed.
Oh, but sir, you simply must help us find her.
You see we came all the way to New Orleans just so that she
would perform a healing ritual on me.
I was told she was the best and,
she's my last hope.
Now now, pumpkin, crying won't help.
We've missed her again and we can't postpone our flight any
more, the kids are waiting for us back home.
You poor dear, I'm sure she can help you.
Hold on, let me go back inside and get her home address.
Maybe you can catch her first thing in the morning.
Ow! What did you do that for?
I'm way too young to have kids! Pumpkin.
I don't know how I could ever thank you.
Just you make sure to get better my dear.
I feel like I just played a dirty trick on that nice man.
Don't worry, Cyril will thank you... my dear.
Oh, and by the way, never touch the hair.
Are you sure we're on the right road?
I see lights up ahead, pull over.
Didn't you say they came from a wealthy family?
Yeah, a little odd that his sister would live out here.
How dare you put a spell on me you witch!
You'll pay for this!
Don't you speak to me about paying for anything!
You cut me off from the family fortune a long time ago.
All I want from you is the amulet.
What have you done to him?
No thank you I can't eat anymore...
Hot! Jumbalaya... crawfish... Hot! No. No.
Priestess: You have no right to sell the amulet!
Uumph!
Ahh!
OK! Where is he?
Cyril? Are you ok?
Hot Jumbalaya crawfish... Hot!
You!
If you would have done what I told you and left New Orleans,
none of this would've happened!
What have you done to Cyril!
He will be fine as long as Mr. Ripley gives me
back the amulet.
You can have it back when you return Cyril to his
former self.
The amulet first!
No-Bo-Kito voodoo priestess of the past come to us.
No-Bo-Kito.
No-Bo-Kito come to us voodoo princess of the past.
Save our legacy.
No-Bo-Kito.
Hey guys! What's up? Wew hew, I'm hungry.
I won't allow you to perform your sorcery on innocent
people anymore!
You're a disgrace to our family.
Disgrace?
We come from a long line of Voodoo Priestesses and I do our
family honor by continuing the legacy.
But it's a legacy I don't want.
And it ends here!
Roger... No!
AAAH!
Ahhhh!
Help!
Rip! Look out! Behind you.
Protect our family Ko Bo Ni Jo.
Ko Bo Ni Jo. Ko Bo Ni Jo.
Cyril: I don't get it.
I've run these tests a thousand times.
The powder she used on me is nothing more than an
assortment of herbs and other natural substances.
You could probably make a great tea out of it.
It doesn't make sense.
You're telling me!
I can't even remember how I got there?
It was the weirdest thing Rip.
Haven't you guys ever heard of hypnotism?
Sam, I was not under hypnosis.
How would you know if you can't remember?
Well I'm just glad the Glapions are gonna try and
work out their differences.
Yeah, he's not against her practicing Voodoo now that
she's saved his life.
But you don't get to go home with your Voodoo artifact.
Sure I do, I've got one right here!
Ah. No way, that thing is not coming back to BION with us!
Scared of a little doll, Cyril?
Come on guys let's go have some fun.
Ok, Cyril, have it your way.
Better safe than sorry -
Believe it, or not?