"Dear Ruby, do you have any
friends who are afraid of the
dark?"
A most interesting query
indeed, Ruby.
[Chirping]
[Screaming]
[Ringing]
[Screaming]
Do I have any friends afraid
of the...?
Dark!
I can guess that answers your
question.
It'’s okay, Scaredy.
Scaredy.
♪
♪ So today we'’re gonna ♪
♪ Take the time to show you
♪ The br-br-bright side
of the dark side ♪
♪ Only think you oughta
♪ No, you really gotta
♪ See the br-br-bright side
of the dark side ♪
♪ Ruby Gloom, Ruby Gloom
♪
♪ We'’re gonna show you why ♪
♪ There'’s more than
meets the eye ♪
♪ The br-br-bright side
of the dark side ♪
♪ Only think you oughta
♪ No, you really gotta
♪ See the br-br-bright side
of the dark side ♪
♪ Ruby Gloom, Ruby Gloom
[Rock music playing]
♪ You'’re crashing my world
with your crashing good smile ♪
♪ Smashing my life
with your smashing good style ♪
[Rock music blaring]
♪ Smashing my dream
for a good long while ♪
♪ Mashing my heart
into a miniscule pile ♪
♪ Stop it, stop it, stop it
right now ♪
♪ Stop, stop
♪ Stop it, stop it, stop it
right now ♪
Okay, thanks.
That was, um, great, Ruby.
Really?
I don'’t think so.
Ruby, no, that'’s crazy talk.
Come on, guys, let'’s face it.
I can'’t carry a tune in a
bucket, or keep a beat to save
my life.
Okay, sure, pitch and rhythm
are good qualities in a singer,
but...
But you look great.
Yeah, and that'’s very
important.
Thanks, guys.
But a music festival like
Gloomapalooza demands the best.
If you want a girl singer, that
girl better be able to sing.
And we all know I sure can'’t.
Hey, you should hire me as your
band manager.
My first job could be firing
myself as the singer.
Wow, you'’d do that for us?
Great idea.
Thanks, Ruby.
We'’ll step outside.
Let us know when the unpleasant
deed is done.
You'’re fired.
Oh, okay.
Done.
So, how'’d you take it?
[Rock music playing]
[Playing off-key]
[Mumbling lyrics off-key]
[Crashing]
IRIS: I'’m good.
We'’ll get back to you, Iris.
[Clearing throat]
[Shrieking]
[Electricity crackling]
Okay, thanks.
[Rock music playing]
[Meowing]
I like her style.
Well, let'’s take Doom's cue
and sleep on it.
♪ You'’re crashing my world
with your crashing good smile ♪
♪ Smashing my life
with your smashing good style ♪
We'’re never going to find
that amazing female singer.
♪ Smashing my dreams...
I can'’t hear what you're
saying, Len, because of that
amazing female singing coming
from the house.
I said I wish we could find
that amazing female singer.
Yeah, it would be great, but
I can'’t think about it right now
because that amazing female
singing I'’m hearing is making it
hard to concentrate.
♪ Stop it, stop it,
stop it right now ♪
Hey, are you thinking what I'’m
thinking?
♪ Stop it, stop it, stop it...
Yeah: wish we had some
popcorn.
No.
If we'’re hearing amazing female
singing coming from the house,
it must mean...
♪ You'’re crashing my world... ♪
...there'’s an amazing female
singer in the house, Len.
Let'’s go and find her.
♪ Smashing my life
with your smashing good style ♪
I don'’t get it.
It'’s like the voice is moving
around.
Maybe I'’m dreaming all this.
Only one way to find out.
Ow!
Okay, I'’m not dreaming, but
maybe you'’re dreaming.
Ow.
Ow!
Are you sure you heard the
voice in this house?
Yeah.
We know we didn'’t dream it.
[Female voice chanting]
That'’s the voice.
See what we mean?
RUBY: Yeah.
It'’s beautiful.
We'’ve got to find out who that
is.
Hey, let'’s organize a search
party.
It'’ll be fun.
What do you think, guys?
Guys?
[Both snoring]
Okay, tomorrow night it is.
♪
[Snoring]
We'’ve been waiting hours for
this voice, Ruby.
Maybe we should call it a night.
What?
And give up?
Never.
Yeah.
Did Ivan the Terrible ever give
up being terrible?
Huh?
Skull Boy, I'’m so glad you're
filming this event.
It makes it that much more
exciting.
Yeah.
I must be related to famous
documentary filmmakers.
I love witnessing history in the
making.
Fascinating.
[All snoring]
[Female voice chanting]
ALL: There it is!
Great.
Time to do a head count.
Iris?
Here.
RUBY: Frank and Len?
Here.
Although I could be dreaming.
You'’re not dreaming, Len.
RUBY: Skull Boy?
Rolling.
Misery?
[All gasping]
I can'’t believe it.
Yeah.
Misery'’s been kidnapped by
aliens and replaced with an
alien who sings amazingly.
Len, that'’s ridiculous.
Everyone knows aliens can'’t
sing.
Guys, let'’s go and find
Misery.
Yeah, just in case.
[Voice chanting continuous]
Look.
[Chanting]
Wow, I didn'’t know Misery had
this hidden talent.
It'’s not an alien.
It'’s Misery.
[Pan clattering]
[Shouting off-key]
Misery, you were singing
beautifully before.
Keep going.
Okay.
[Shrieking]
I don'’t get it.
I thought you were our new girl
singer.
Huh?
Me?
Um, why are we all standing in
the great hall?
Of course.
You were sleep-singing.
Looks like you can sing when
you'’re asleep.
Really?
Misery, how would you like to
be our new singer for
Gloomapalooza?
Well, I was going to restock
my first aid kits today.
But...
Why not?
Yeah!
All right!
Great.
We have rehearsal first thing in
the morning.
So let'’s get some sleep,
everyone.
Oh, except you, Misery.
If you don'’t mind, you'll have
to stay awake until rehearsals,
where you'’ll have to be asleep.
I'’m confused.
Did you know I appeared
onstage during the first
Gloomapaloozas?
So you performed at
Gloomapalooza?
Really?
Ahem, well, yeah.
We appeared on many
Gloomapalooza stages.
Right, guys?
Hey, your accent just
changed.
I thought you studied at Oxford.
Yes, right.
Oxford.
Anyway, our group worked a lot
back then.
What kind of music did you
play?
Music?
[Rock music blaring]
[Shrieking off-key]
She'’s just never going to
sleep.
Yeah, and we'’re running out
of windowpanes.
We'’ve got to get her to
relax.
[Shrieking continuous]
That'’s it.
Close your eyes.
Imagine nice, fluffy sheep.
Now count them as they jump over
the fence.
One!
I can'’t sleep, for fear more
sheep will be harmed.
♪ Lay thee down now and rest
♪ May thy slumber be blessed
[Snoring]
Got any others?
♪ Toora, loora, loora
♪ Toora, loora, li
[Bodies crashing]
[All snoring]
Not even slightly drowsy?
Wide awake.
Ta-da!
We'’ve got the perfect lullaby.
Yeah.
We wrote it just for you.
♪ Is your ship sinking?
♪ Did you know that'’s arsenic
you'’re drinking? ♪
♪ Are you buried in ice caps?
♪ Did that bridge you'’re on
collapse? ♪
♪ Did that place you'’re in
explode? ♪
[Yawning]
♪ Oh, that'’s why
we'’re singing this ode ♪
♪ And oh, what the heck
♪ Throw in a train wreck
♪ Oh, oh
♪ What the heck
♪ Throw in a train wreck
[Body collapsing]
[Snoring]
Okay, we'’re ready to
rehearse.
And this is my wall of picks.
Wall of picks?
Do you mean guitar picks?
Why, yes, from various
Gloomapaloozas.
This one was from the very first
Gloomapalooza.
And this one was from the very
second Gloomapalooza.
What'’s that one?
This is the absolute thinnest
pick ever made.
Wow, is it--
[Alarm blaring]
You can'’t touch it.
I was just leaning in to--
No, no.
You don'’t lean.
No leaning.
It'’s so delicate.
It could fall apart with the
slightest motion.
But if that'’s the case, how
can you use it to play your
guitars?
Guitars?
[Rock music playing]
♪ You'’re crashing my world
with your crashing good smile ♪
♪ Smashing my life
with your smashing good style ♪
Ruby, I'’m worried about
Misery'’s choreography.
She'’s not getting it.
Well, Misery'’s got that cool
"I don'’t care enough to move"
look.
True.
Can you believe the concert is
in just one day?
One day?
♪ Stop it, stop it, stop it
right now ♪
Uh-oh.
She sure has been sleeping a lot
lately.
Yeah, but isn'’t that the
point?
It was.
Okay, guys, great.
But we'’d better have a band
meeting.
Misery has to stay awake now.
Huh?
I thought she had to be asleep
to be able to sing.
She does, but she'’s never
going to sleep at tomorrow
night'’s concert if she sleeps
this much now.
Misery, time to wake up.
Wake up!
♪ Stop it, stop it, stop it
right now ♪
♪ Stop it, stop it, stop it
right now ♪
I was sure exercise and cold
air would keep her awake.
♪ You'’re crashing my world
with your crashing good smile ♪
♪ Smashing my life
with your smashing good style ♪
Bummer.
It'’s like she was born to sleep
on a bed of nails.
♪ Smashing my dreams
for a good long while ♪
♪ Mashing my heart
into a miniscule pile ♪
I hate to have to do this,
but it seems I have no choice.
She'’ll lose her voice if we
don'’t wake her up.
[All gasping]
♪ Stop it, stop it, stop it
right-- ♪
Yum!
You sure this is a good idea,
Ruby?
Well, a little bit of sugar
won'’t hurt, will it?
POE: What is all this about?
I have great news.
I'’ve done some digging and
managed to find rare lost
footage of you on stage at
Gloomapalooza.
You, uh, have?
[Laughing nervously]
[Gulping]
Hello, Gloomsville!
Are you ready to rock?
A-one, a-two, a-one, two, three,
four.
Testing.
One, two.
One, two, three.
Check, one.
Check, two.
MAN, OVER LOUDSPEAKER: Yeah,
okay, thanks.
Band'’s on its way in.
Clear the stage, please.
[Clearing throat]
Yes, good times all.
You were a roadie?
Well...yes.
That is so cool.
Well, I... it is?
Yes, very cool.
Do you know how important your
job was?
You fixed the sound levels, set
everything up.
I mean, Gloomapalooza would
never happen if it wasn'’t for
you.
Well, I-- I--
Yes, really?
Wow, this was some interview.
Thank you, Poe.
RUBY: Misery'’s stuck.
Pompeii, 79 AD: volcanic
eruption.
Holland, 1134: sea flood.
That'’s a lot of water.
Oh, no.
What have I done?
China, 1290: earthquake.
It'’s the sugar.
Somebody stop the shaking.
Kitchen last night, Tuesday:
stubbed toe.
Ow!
Okay, maybe that was a little
bit more than a little bit of
sugar.
Misery.
...Caught on fire last
Saturday.
It wasn'’t my fault.
I thought it was a marshmallow!
Ta-da!
Is everyone ready to make
some rock history?
Switzerland, 1518: avalanche!
Misery, you just have to
relax so you can sleep.
You can do this.
Thanks, Ruby.
You don'’t have any liquorice, do
you?
Gumball?
Breath mint?
What do we do?
They'’re on next.
Quick, her lullaby.
♪ Is your ship sink--
MAN: Now, put your hands
together for the next band.
[Crowd cheering]
RIP.
Oh, no.
That'’s us.
You guys start.
We'’ll do what we can.
Misery, I am so sorry.
I didn'’t mean to put you in this
position.
It'’s way too much pressure.
Are you kidding?
This is more fun than the day I
almost lost four toes in the
Gloomsville ice storm.
We had an ice storm?
Everything worked out that
day.
Ten toes at last count.
Perhaps I could be of
assistance.
Misery, when I appeared onstage
at Gloomapalooza...
as a roadie, one time--
Oh, this was rich.
--I had just set up the
microphone, you see, and decided
to do my sound check in a
different key.
[Laughing]
B minor, to be exact.
Anyway, there I was standing on
the stage, getting ready to do
my sound check...
[Body collapsing]
She'’s asleep.
You did it, Poe.
You saved Gloomapalooza.
Well, I...
Why, really, I...
SKULL BOY: Talk about history
in the making.
Hello, Gloomsville.
Are you ready to rock?
[Crowd cheering]
♪ You'’re crashing my world
with your crashing good smile ♪
♪ Smashing my life
with your smashing good style ♪
♪ Smashing my dreams
for a good long while ♪
♪ Mashing my heart
into a miniscule pile ♪
♪ Stop it, stop it, stop it
right now ♪
♪ Stop it, stop it, stop it
right now ♪
[Song ending]
[Crowd cheering]
[Playing rock music]
♪ Is your ship sinking?
♪ Did you know that'’s arsenic
you'’re drinking? ♪
♪ Are you buried in ice caps?
♪ Did the bridge you'’re on
collapse? ♪
♪ Did that place you'’re in
explode? ♪
♪ Oh, that'’s why we're singing
this ode ♪
♪ Oh, what the heck
♪ Throw in a train wreck
♪ Oh, oh, what the heck
♪ Throw in a train wreck
[Crowd cheering]
[Poe laughing]
[Grunting]
Ow!
[Groaning softly]
[Bleating]
One.
Two.
Three.
[Snoring]
[Yawning]
[Bleating]
Ow.
[Sighing]
[Snoring]
To jump or not to jump.
That is the-- Oh!
[Bleating]
♪