Everybody's waiting for the stagecoach, but when it arrives nobody's driving and there's blood at over it! Then these crooks dressed as hilariously fake ghosts roll in and try to steal some treasure that's hidden inside the thing. It's no secret that they aren't really ghosts (not even to the good guys), so frankly if it wasn't for all the cussing this could be an old Roy Rogers movie, which I suppose would be okay if it was 1930 but the last time I checked it wasn't. Later some Indians show up too, but it's all completely boring and like I said there aren't actually any ghosts so obviously the whole thing is a complete fucking ripoff. What's amazing is all the kinda famous people they got to be in this turd: there's the original Audrey Griswold (who apparently grew up to be at least sixteen kinds of fine; it sucks some serious that she doesn't get naked), Larry (as in Larry, Darryl & Darryl), and even Dean Wormer! I really can't vouch for the other two, but at the very least Audrey should've been able to shake her hot little ass into a way better movie than this. Maybe she owes the producer money, but if that's the case she really should've settled up with a little sucky-sucky and saved herself some humiliation.