¶¶
-(jazz music playing) -(wind whistling)
(thunder crashes)
(wolf howls)
¶ Bum bum bum ¶
¶ Ba-bum, ba-bum ¶
(wind whistling) ¶ Ba-bum, ba-bum, ba-bum ¶
-¶ Bum bum ¶ -¶ Ba na na ba bum ¶
¶ Ba-bum, ba-bum ¶
¶ Ba-bum, ba-bum, ba-bum, ba-bum ¶
Come on!
¶ ¶
(giggling)
(doorbell rings)
Kids: Trick or treat!
(thud)
(bubbling)
(splashing)
(fire crackling)
(evil laughter)
(screams)
(all giggling)
(polka music playing)
(spooky music)
-(laughs) -(giggling)
¶ Ba-bum, ba-bum, ba-bum, ba-bum ¶
¶ Ba-bum, ba-bum, ba-bum ¶
¶ Ba ba ba ba ba-bum ba-bum ¶
¶ Ba-bum, ba-bum, ba-bum, ba-bum ¶
-Come on! -(giggling)
¶ Ba-bum, ba-bum, ba-bum ¶
Trick or treat, smell my feet.
Give me something good to eat!
Argh!
-Wow! -Whoa!
(spooky organ music plays)
Whoa, Mick, you really went
whole hog this Halloween.
Just you wait!
I still have one more surprise in store.
Time to check me booty. Argh!
Candy, candy, candy!
(all giggling, laughing)
-Candy, candy! -(laughing)
Check it out.
I got two jumbo candy bars from Mrs. Johnson.
That's nothin'.
I got a whole box of candy bars
from Mrs. Johnson.
Yeah? Well, I got Mrs. Johnson.
Little old ladies are the sweetest.
Thanks for letting us crash
at your place tonight, Mick.
I can't wait for the surprise.
Aw, it's gonna be great!
It's got spills. It's got chills!
It's got thrills.
Oh, I just hope there's no goblins in it.
They're the only goblins I know.
Kids: Gobble, gobble, gobble, gobble, gobble.
I don't think we should feed them after midnight.
Midnight? Oh, gosh!
(clock bongs)
(spooky tone) The witching hour!
Okay, Huey, Dewie, Louie,
Morty, Ferdie,
who's ready for the perfect treat
to top off this spooktacular Halloween?
-Oh, what is it, Uncle Mickey? -Oh, what is it?
The ultimate scary story.
(kids gasping)
(cheering)
Scary story! Scary story! Scary story!
Oh, man, this is gonna be good.
-Yeah! -No one tells scary stories like Mick.
Well, I don't mean to toot my own horn, but...
(toot whistle)
Ha-ha, thanks Steamboat!
Okay! Let's do it!
(thunder crashes)
(all chuckling)
Just a little mood lighting.
Draw the curtains.
(spooky giggle)
(ghostly tone) Scoot in closer.
(spotlight clacks)
(clears throat)
Before we begin,
it would be unkind to present this tale
without just a word of friendly warning.
It's one of the strangest stories ever told.
It might shock you.
It might even horrify you!
It was a dark, stormy night.
(thunder crashes)
Mickey: Something strange was afoot
in the castle of Dr. Victor Goofenstein.
I'm back, master.
Oh, Duckor, just in time.
Give me a hand.
-(laughs) -Goofenstein: I said a hand!
(stammers)
Is it time, master?
Soon, Duckor.
Hoist the table!
Yes, master.
We will bridge the gap between man and the gods.
Achieve the greatest scientific feat of all time!
The storm raged outside the castle.
Give my creature life!
(electricity zapping, crackling)
(clanking)
It lives.
(maniacal laughter)
It lives!
(dramatic music)
Golly! I'm alive!
And I'm lovin' it!
(whimsical music)
¶ How mysterious, I'm delirious ¶
¶ What is happening to me ¶
¶ All at once, I feel free ¶
¶ I'm alive and fighting fit ¶
¶ I'm alive and lovin' it ¶
¶ Oh, baby, I'm alive ¶
-¶ It's plain to see ¶ -Both: ¶ That's right, it's plain to see ¶
¶ I'm delighted and so excited ¶
¶ I just can't fight it no more ¶
¶ Stay and hear the encore ¶
¶ Then we took this bags of bolts ¶
¶ And some lucky lightning bolts ¶
¶ To help him revive ¶
¶ Baby, I'm alive ¶
(disco music)
¶ Dead and buried, no sirree ¶
¶ Laid back life was not for me ¶
¶ Oh, I will survive ¶
¶ I'm alive ¶
¶ ¶
(breathing heavily) Pizazz.
-(crickets chirping) -What was that?
Uncle Mickey, what's wrong with you?
You said you were gonna tell a scary story.
-Mm-hmm. -Mm-hmm.
Oh, right, right.
Sorry, I just got on a roll there.
(rim shot)
Roll, get it? (weak chuckle) Hmm?
Kids: No! Scary story!
Scary story! Scary story!
Okay! Scary story coming at ya!
-Here we go! Woo-hoo! -(objects clatter)
Kids: Scary story! Scary story!
Scary story!
So, you guys want a really scary story, huh?
Just remember, you asked for it.
Once, long ago...
-Relax. -(glass breaking)
Let me handle this.
(angry growl)
If you're gonna tell a really scary story,
you need visual aids.
Okay, it was a dark and stormy night.
A heavy fog hung low to the ground,
when suddenly, out of the marsh
arose a horrible swamp man!
(screams)
Holy sheep dip!
A swamp man!
(teeth chattering)
Kids: Boo!
What an idiot.
Let me do it.
(dramatic music playing)
(quacking incoherently)
(quacking intensely)
Kids: Boo! Boo!
Boo, boo, boo, boo!
(quacks)
(irritated) As I was saying.
-(dramatic music playing) -Long ago in a time of darkness,
an ancient evil set about to enslave the world,
the Prince of Vampires.
But one man dared to end this evil
and save all mankind.
-His name, Van Mousing. -(lightning crashes)
The bravest, most dashing vampire hunter in the world.
Goofy: Ooh! And he had a partner,
Dipworth Goofington III.
He was even bravester and most dashingerer.
Donald: And Drake McQuack, the best of the best.
Mickey: Oh, fine,
-but they had their own horses! -(pops, neighs)
Donald: No! They had a carriage!
Goofy: Nuh-uh! It was a dune buggy!
-(surf music playing) -(engine revs)
Mickey: Horses!
(dramatic music playing)
We're losin' em.
Uh, I'll skip to the good part.
Mickey: Suddenly, they arrived at the vampire's lair.
Each hunter wielded their weapon of choice.
Van Mousing, a crossbow loaded with wooden bolts.
Goofington, garlic and stakes.
Goofy: Mmm, steaks.
Mickey: Not those kinda steaks!
Goofy: Yeah! They was T-Bones.
He also brandished a dazzling array of cooking utensils.
Mickey: And McQuack was an expert with vampire bats.
(squeaking)
Yeah, bats.
-(cracks) -(glass shatters)
There was but one problem.
Betwixt the men and the estate
was an endless winding maze
made entirely of bones!
Victims of the vampire.
(eerie music)
Mickey: Many a man had gone insane,
their minds lost in the--
(Donald shouts)
-(smashing) -(bones clattering)
(smashing continues)
Mickey: No sooner had they reached the castle,
when they made another terrifying discovery.
The entrance was guarded by vicious,
bloodthirsty hounds!
Donald: No! Wolves!
(growling)
Goofy: Werewolves!
(snarling)
(both scream)
Aah! Wait.
Howdy, boys.
Look what I got!
(growling)
How about you wash that down with a couple of cool ones?
(gulping)
(both sigh)
See? Told ya they was the right kind of steaks.
Mickey: With the werewolves vanquished,
they still had to find a way through the castle doors.
They were locked, solid oak and one foot thick.
-Obviously crafted by the-- -(Donald shouts)
(crash)
Mickey: Hey!
Shhhh!
(eerie music)
Mickey: They crept towards the crypt.
(coffin creaks)
Quick, man! The garlic!
No, thanks. I ate it with my steak.
So delicious.
(both coughing)
The vampire's gone!
¶ ¶
You dare to challenge the prince of Vampire!
-(gasps) -(snarls)
(hissing)
(gasps)
-(snarls) -(yelps)
(screaming)
(dinging)
Uh...
(squeaking, honk honk)
(chuckles)
(grunting)
Help!
(coughs) Garlic!
(grunts)
The dawn!
-(evil laugh) -No!
Behold, fiend!
(grunts)
(groans)
Mickey: The hunters celebrated,
but all was not well.
For during the heat of battle,
Van Mousing had been bitten.
-No! -Say it ain't so!
And now, the vampire hunter became...
(hissing)
Kids: A vampire.
-Yes! A vampire! -Ooh, wee!
Nobody saw that coming!
Kids: We all saw it coming.
Well, I saw it coming, and I can't see a thing.
That wasn't scary at all!
You guys are nuts! That was super scary!
-Huey: You stink! -Boo!
-Take that!
(kids shouting)
What are we gonna do?
Don't look at me!
You're the one that promised them
the ultimate scary story.
Fellers, now's not the time to go pointin' fingers,
even though Mick did get us into this mess.
Uh, thanks, Goofy.
I just don't understand.
Why can't I do this?
Face it, Mick. You come from the happiest place on Earth!
You're just not capable of telling a scary story.
That's true.
It's not your fault you're a cream puff,
a dandelion, a toot sweet, milksop--
All right, all right, gosh. I get it.
Wait, I got four more.
A goobersmoocher, a yellow belly,
a scaredy-cat, and a mama's boy.
Well, I guess you're right.
There is no way I can tell a scary story.
I better get out there and tell the boys
their Halloween is ruined.
-(kids shouting) -(gasps)
Scary story!
-Scary story! -(shouting)
Right! You better get out there!
No, no, no, wait!
-Good luck! -(door slams)
(shouting continues)
Now, now, now, boys, boys.
(kids chanting) Can't tell a scary story! Can't tell a scary story!
The only thing wimpier than your terrible stories
is you, Mr. Lederhosen!
(gasps)
(mocking laughter)
You can't be scary!
(chanting fades)
(neck cracks)
That's it!
(door slams)
Mickey: So, you don't think I can tell a story
that'll scare the pants off ya, huh?
Here we go!
Once upon a time, there were five rotten kids,
real stinkers,
in lederhosen!
(polka music)
Mickey: And they loved to steal pie.
They stole from everyone.
(shrieks)
The butcher...
-Hey! -Hey!
the baker...
the candlestick maker.
No pie was safe.
The whole town was in an uproar.
Mob: Uproar!
Mickey: But the boys were too clever to be caught.
-Yeah! -Awesome!
Another great haul, boys!
Let's dig in!
(cheering)
-(chomping) -The boys ate and ate.
Every day was the same.
Nothing ever changed.
Yawn.
Pies aren't scary.
Until one day...
a glorious scent came into their hideout.
Mickey: A sweet scent that tickled their fancy.
(laughing, giggling)
It could only be...
Kids: Pie!
(all gasp)
Mickey: Twas the most amazing pie they had ever seen.
They had to have it!
Pies for sale.
That's some pie you have there, Grandma.
How much you want for that thing?
Well, I, oh--
Oh, wait, we ain't got no dough.
What do you say? Five-finger discount?
You're a good kid.
(eerie music)
(boys cackling)
Put it over on that old bag!
All right, boys.
Let's see if this pie tastes as good as it smells.
Mickey: The rotten little swindlers were overjoyed
to devour this delicious pie.
Oh, and it was delicious.
Why it was the greatest pie
anyone had ever tasted.
(panting)
I gotta have more!
Fellas, from now on,
it's nothing but Granny's pies for us.
But we don't even know where she lives.
Mickey: Just then, the amazing pie scent returned.
It lured them deep into the darkest wood...
enticing them every step of the way.
They were possessed,
unable to resist.
It drew them deeper and deeper into the wood.
(crash)
I think this is it.
Mickey: They had reached the source of the scent.
Granny's cottage.
(knocking)
Huey: We came to pay you for the pie!
Oh, how kind! (gasps)
Those pies are here somewhere.
Everybody, split up.
Don't split up!
Why do they always do that?
Mickey: The aroma drew them...
into dark places.
(eerie music)
(yelps)
(distant scream)
Mickey: And now only two boys remained.
I think we better get out of here.
(sniffs) Wait! You smell that?
It's pie!
I think it's coming from down there.
We'll grab 'em and run!
Evil voice: There is nowhere to run!
-(whimpering) -(panting)
(screams)
Huey ran for his life.
(panting) What do I do?
I gotta find a way outta here.
What is that? (gasps)
The pie!
But my brothers...
the pie.
(creaking)
(flies buzzing)
Well, well, well.
Are you enjoying my pie?
(evil laughter)
(gasps)
You really should try one fresh out of the oven.
Hey! Who turned out the lights?
(screams)
-Huey? -Huey!
Oh! Not done yet.
You must have guessed my secret ingredient.
Little boys?
Oh, I don't just pick any little boys.
I pick the most snot-nosed,
rotten little boys I can find,
and you, Huey,
are the most rotten little boy
I've come across!
I have a nose for these things.
(cackles)
Let's make some pies!
(cackles)
(screaming)
(grunts)
(shouting)
(screams)
(laughing, grunts)
(screams)
Ha-ha!
I'm free!
(floorboards clattering)
(roars)
No, no!
(screams)
Mickey: There was no escape.
Huey had become...
her next pie!
(kids screaming)
(both screaming)
(screaming continues)
(whimpering)
(screams)
(all screaming)
Ha ha! I knew I could tell a scary story.
Another Halloween successfully put to bed.
-(singsong) You're welcome! -(doorbell rings)
Witches baking kids into pies.
Scares 'em every time.
Who wants pie? (cackles)
(screams)
That r-really was the ultimate scary story, Uncle Mickey.
You wanna hear another one?
All: No!
Good, me neither.
Uh, what's up with Mickey?
I don't know.
Mickey usually loves my pie.
What kind of pie is it?
Pumpkin.
All: Pumpkin?
(screaming)
(gasps)
-¶ Bum bum bum ¶ -¶ When shadows creep ¶
¶ And wake you from your sleep ¶
¶ It must be time for Halloween ¶
¶ With witches' hats ¶
¶ With cauldrons ¶
¶ Brooms and bats ¶
¶ The time is right ¶
¶ For doing wrong ¶
¶ Now's the time to sing our song ¶
¶ When all of the goblins ¶
¶ Ghouls and ghosts ¶
¶ And all of the ¶
¶ Not-so-heavenly hosts ¶
¶ Are out for all to see ¶
¶ And having a frightful jamboree ¶
¶ Then, children, tonight's the night, the time is right ¶
¶ It's time for Halloween ¶
¶ Tonight's the night, the time is right ¶
¶ It's time for Halloween ¶