(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)
BEATIE: It's been eons since we've had a proper vacation.
HILDIE: At the very least, Beatie.
Shall we have a little toad's wart jam and toast before we leave?
Hmm, sounds delicious, sister.
BEATIE: Thomas dear will finish packing, won't you?
And don't forget my enchanted blouse.
(SCREAMING)
HILDIE: Thomas!
Bring the suitcase, we're leaving now!
BEATIE: Now, Thomas,
if a single solitary thing is out of place,
the next thing we'll be doing together is roasting your giblets
over an open fire! Understand?
HILDIE: That's our good little boy.
Bye, bye now!
(SIGHS)
(SCREAMING)
(WHISTLING)
(SHRIEKING)
Not a single solitary thing will be out of place when we return.
Phew!
(KNOCK ON DOOR)
Boo.
(SCREAMING)
The name's Grayson, Hildie and Beatie's nephew.
And you must be Thomas.
I hear you're a real thinker.
Walls can be so cruel.
It must be lonely without the old girls.
That's why you need company,
someone to pal around with, have some fun.
We could read a book together. That's fun.
Or we could, um,
use the Spell Book to throw a party.
Those witches are right! You are a thinker.
Don't worry about not having friends, Thomas,
I have lots!
This should do the trick.
"Bibily, Babbley Bo, a ghostly party is due.
"Scribbly scrabbly sore, open the nether world door."
(SCREAMING)
(ALL LAUGHING)
Little help!
Everyone, this is Thomas.
ALL: Hey, Thomas!
It's his party.
(ALL TALKING INDISTINCTLY)
(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)
Oops! (CHUCKLES)
NEWT: Psst. Tom?
Silly question, no, really.
Who are the witches going to be angry with when they return?
You or them?
(ALL CHEERING)
Yeah, like minds we are.
(ENGINE REVVING)
Oh, man! Party pooper.
(ALL LAUGHING)
(SILENCE)
(MUSIC RESUMES)
Nice knowing you, pal.
-(BANGING ON DOOR) -(SCREAMING)
-(DOOR OPENS) -GRAYSON: Anyone invite a boot?
Hold still already.
(RINGING)
(CHUCKLES)
I think the crystal ball is ringing.
Hey, we're bowling here!
(RINGING CONTINUES)
Thomas, dear, why are you in the closet?
HILDIE: Aw, that's one of our capes.
The poor little kitty misses us.
-(LOUD MUSIC FROM DISTANCE) -(BANGING ON DOOR)
What's that noise? You're not having a party, are you?
BEATIE: What has got into you? HILDIE: I think he's happy we called.
I think he's gone batty.
Lie down, Thomas, we'll see you tomorrow.
Phew!
(CLOCK TICKING)
(CLOCK CHIMES)
(SHRIEKS)
Grayson took it.
Heavens, cat, are you daft? Grayson took the crystal ball!
Do I have to explain everything around here?
Oh, it is helpful, isn't it?
-He's starting a bowling league. -(SCREAMING)
He left with it through there.
On the count of three, just jump in, don't even think about it.
One, two, three!
We'll call ourselves, "The Gutter Ghouls."
We can't be a bowling team without a ball.
Come on! We'll give it back at the end of the season.
A little help, boys.
Quick! Lock the portal!
Incoming!
And what do we have here?
-Mine! -BEATIE: Grayson!
Return my cat this instant!
Yours.
You two look radiant from your time away! Going now.
HILDIE: Big trouble, Grayson Miller.
The Newt told us everything!
Wait till we talk to your father!
Oh, man.
Um...
Run along now.
As for you two...
Nice work, boys!
We're proud of you for getting our crystal ball back.
Yes indeed, very. Time for bed now!
Thomas, be a dear cat
and put our coats away, will you?