(Thundering)
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(Band playing)
(Screaming)
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(Bats screeching)
(Wolf howling)
(Alarm clock wailing)
(Mavis groaning)
(Shrieking)
I can't see! I can't see!
(Humming while brushing teeth)
(Spitting)
VOICE: Hey!
Sorry, Jasper!
Any on my face?
Nope, just a zit.
Oh, good.
Wait! A zit? Ahhh!
Where? How bad is it?
Uh, you should hear it from a friend.
(Gulping)
Tell me the truth, how big is it?
Big compared to what?
If you were a Yeti, your zit would be tiny.
And if I was a vampire?
Yikes!
Okay, this bad boy deserves a disguise.
And a name!
I'm thinking "Mount Zitna"?
I can tell by your face, no name.
Just zit makeover fashion show time!
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Go get help, and hurry!
Oh... ahh!
We got Wendy's message! What's the emergency?
This.
Don't look directly at it.
That? That's nothing.
You should see what's growing on my foot.
No, really, can you please see what's growing on my foot?
Oh! This is a job for Dr. Gillman.
Agreed. My foot thing is weird.
Ugh, I'm talking about Mavis' zit.
Your foot, beyond help, dude.
(Skeleton chattering)
Yes, uh, hmm.
Oh, there's only one option.
Off with her head!
(Blade buzzing)
Noooo!
What she said.
Got any, you know, less permanent solutions?
(Blade stopping)
You're no fun.
Put one of these warts over your zit
and every‐monster will just assume you're part witch.
"Witch" part? Huh?
(Laughing)
How do I look?
(Gasping) Ooo‐ooh!
You look like a million bucks!
AKA, one rich witch.
Are you sure?
I feel like the wart draws more attention to my zit.
No way.
Can't hardly even notice it.
Like, if I take off my glasses?
I see nothing different about you.
Uh...
Okay, now for my turn.
Take two of these and call me in the morning.
Yes!
It's working, you just got the witch nod.
TIFFANY: Mavis!
Why didn't you tell me you were part witch?
ALL: "Witch" part?
Yeah, that's offensive.
Uh, it was mostly Hank who said it.
Sorry.
But yeah, which part?
Just kidding, I know it's the wart.
'Cause if you weren't a witch,
your body would be rejecting it and then, you know...
(Laughing awkwardly)
C'mon, let's go to the spa!
Oh!
Are you gonna polish my wart?
No.
For... you know...
Yes...
I very much do...
know.
For what? What's in the spa?
(Whispering) I don't know.
But let's find out.
Hey! Is it cool if my friends, come too?
Sorry, witches only.
Duh.
Duh?
You should go, Mavis.
Really? Are you sure?
Yeah, don't worry about us.
Go on now, get!
Uh, we're gonna go spy on them, right?
Are blobs jiggly?
(Giggling)
Oh, we're going to the secret Witches Only staff room!
But I don't have to tell you that.
No, you do not!
But, I kinda like when you tell me things I already know.
So, keep 'em coming!
Uh, I don't know, guys,
looks like you have to be a witch to get in.
Not a problem, follow my lead.
And then, I said to Glinda, you know, the good witch.
I said, "Girl, you are bad!"
(Cackling)
No shirt, no wart, no service.
And none of us are called Glinda!
Well, you should be!
Wow.
You guys have everything!
Broom check, wand cubbies, witches brew!
And omigoblins, do you watch TV on cauldron steam?
(Music playing)
Ah!
(Screaming)
(Cackling)
(Cackling poorly)
Oh, oh! Aw, bats.
Sorry, I'll clean it up.
Mavis, this is wand work.
Also, that's BroomDaphne's hat.
(Growling)
Gulp!
Sorry!
Bubble, bubble, toil and trouble.
Clean up this brew, on the double!
MAVIS: Wow!
A wand could get me out of all sorts of sticky situations.
Yeah.
Unfortch, it won't get you out of BroomDaphne's bad books.
Hmm.
(Growling)
And they have a fully stocked kitchen
which they call ‐ get this ‐ a witchen!
Oh, oh!
And instead of forks, they use tiny metal brooms.
(Crickets chirping)
Hello?
Sorry, Mavis.
It's just your witch wart,
well, it's starting to look like a bit green.
And not in a good way.
Oh, oh, I see.
So, I come back from the secret witch's den
and all of a sudden my wart is green?
Uh, yes!
That's exactly what happened.
Huh.
Turns out my wart isn't the only green thing around here.
Ooh, yeah, my body's green!
And my foot thing is green!
No, you're all green!
Green with envy because I'm a witch now.
But you're not really a witch.
Witch‐ato, witch‐ahto.
So, you're just gonna ignore it?
You witcha!
And now, I'm gonna go hang with my witch friends.
Sorry, which friends?
That is a witches‐only joke, Hank.
Infected? Please!
If my wart was infected, would it hurt to do this?
Oh, ow, ow!
Look, I'm getting my hat extra‐pointy for Wandstock.
Witchin'!
Ahh!
Remind me, just for fun, what's Wandstock again?
You are hilarious!
(Cackling)
Wandstock is the witch event of the year, hello!
When all the new magic wands are released.
So, you need a wand to get in?
C'mon!
They give every witch a freebie.
And you're a witch, right?
If the wart fits!
Ha‐ha, and it does!
Maybe a little too snugly.
(Thinking) Just think of all the powers I'll have
when I get a wand of my own...
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(Snapping fingers)
(Alarm clock wailing)
(Groaning)
Count me in for Wandstock.
Okay!
Oh, BTW, you're turning a really nice shade of green, girl.
Green?
(Gasping) Holy rabies, my arms are green.
On... purpose! Gotta go!
Yikes.
Maybe my body's rejecting the wart
because I'm not really a witch.
Or, maybe it has nothing to do with the wart at all.
It's totally your wart.
Oh, hi.
Witcha doing here?
We know you can't see yourself in the mirror,
so we brought Zombie Michelangelo
to draw how infected your witch wart is.
And how green your skin is.
And how small you is!
All right, no need to pile on.
Just draw me already.
(Snarling)
I guess I do look a little hunched.
And green.
And my eyes are on the yellowish end of the spectrum.
#brag!
Oh, brother.
You gotta ditch the wart before it takes over your whole body.
No way, witché.
The wart stays put till after Wandstock.
And then, I'll just zap myself back to normal.
Pedro, ready the net.
Huh!
Ha!
(Ribbiting)
Hoo‐hoo!
When did Mavis become such a good jumper?
(Others panting)
It's okay, Mavis.
We're here to help.
(Mavis babbling)
Um, when did her tongue get so long?
(Sighing)
Need a lift to Wandstock?
Yes plea‐‐(FROG CROAK).
Are you sick or something?
Here, just cough into this.
(Croaking)
These hats sure are handy. (Croaking)
Don't worry about me, guys!
You'd understand if you were part witch!
Which part, exactly?
Dude, don't be that guy.
(Slurping)
Uh, witcha doin' down there?
I don't know. It just feels right.
(Croaking)
(Gasping)
Are you sure you're okay?
You seem a bit... different.
Never been better! (Croaking)
Uh, well, maybe I should catch my breath for a bit.
Yeah, okay, you do that,
but don't wait too long or you'll miss the festivities.
Aw...
WENDY: Mavis! Stop!
We're here to support you. (Hank and Pedro shouting)
If you're a witch, then we're witches too.
Warts and all!
We got them from Dr. Gillman.
Mine's really drawing attention away from my foot thing.
Oh, it's not, dude.
Mavis! Hurry!
The cauldron fireworks are starting.
We can't wait all night!
Oh.
But these guys would.
I can't believe you all got warts for me.
Even after I was rude to you.
No wand can replace you.
But you're still gonna take the free wand, though, right?
Do vampires have fangs?
Ah! No frogs allowed!
Frog?
(Gasping) Omigoblins!
Dr. Gillman gave me a frog wart!
(Wendy shrieking)
We're supportive, but we're not that supportive!
Get it off!
No wonder you weren't acting like yourself!
Frogs are famously paranoid.
But on the dark side, no one's gonna notice your zit now.
I wonder if Frogs have a VIP room?
(Skeleton chattering)
How long do you think this will last?
Well the average frog lives 16 years.
Oh, so not so long at all.
See, Mavis, there's always a dark side.
(Mavis groaning)
(Bats screeching)
(Wolf howling)
(Panting)
So...
Hot!
Steaming hot.
(Croaking)
Hey, guys!
You're still a frog?
Yeah, but on the plus side, frogs don't sweat.
Lucky!
(Mr. Blob babbling)
I've seen this before.
I suggest a treatment of: don't get any on me!
You know it's hot when Daddy turns to soup.
You okay, Daddy?
Phew!
I could use something to beat this heat!
(Sighing) Same.
Something cool, refreshing, delicious.
In a cup.
SOPHIE: Phlegmonade for sale!
Cool, refreshing, delicious!
In a cup!
Eh, I guess that'll do.
Sophie! Charlotte! My BFFs!
Huh?
(Laughing awkwardly) Best fanged friends, obvi.
Hmph. Slightly more acceptable.
Um, Mavis?
What happened here?
Oh, it's no biggie.
I mean, it's kind of a long story, and um‐‐
Yes! It's over!
I'm me again!
Okay, then.
You guys ready for the best cup of phlegmonade
in all of Transylvania?
(Slurping)
Mmm!
We harvested that phlegm from real used tissues
we found in the trash behind Dr. Gillman's office!
(Snorting phlegm)
Ahem. Uh, guys?
Those cups aren't free.
Oops!
Sorry, but we're trying to earn our small business badges here.
Yep.
And some of us are trying to earn them harder than others.
Is she talking about us?
No, she's talking about me.
But I'm not bothered.
I don't care at all.
Ha! You couldn't not care!
You're the most caring person that I know!
That is so cruel.
(Growling, shouting)
Guys! C'mon, you are sisters!
You two should take inspiration from our relationship.
Mavis and I are closer than sisters.
Remember that time we got our goo permed?
Umm, no.
Really? Then who was that?
(Growling)
Hey, stop it!
Maybe you're just too close to each other.
Maybe what you really need is a twin‐sister break!
You don't get it. You'll never get it.
We can't not be together.
BOTH: It's a twin thing.
(Growling, fighting)
So, do we still have to pay for these drinks, or...?
(Chuckling)
(Skeleton chattering)
Yo! Check it out!
Phlegm jackpot!
Charlotte asked me to help with the stand!
(Truck beeping)
Easy, easy...
Stop!
Guys! Sophie was right!
The old‐monster retirement home was a total phlegm‐mine!
Cha‐ching!
Hank?
You better get those horks outta here.
This is my phlegm territory.
Oh, it is, is it?
Uh, it is!
It so is!
Is! (Grunting)
Guys! Priorities?
I can only handle one rivalry today!
I need you two to help out with the twins, okay?
The problem is,
the twins are identical in every way!
Well, they're kinda different.
I mean, werewolf and human?
C'mon, just choose one already!
Identical... but different.
Yeah. Yeah!
Thanks, Hank! That's perfect!
You know, all this coming up with ideas is making me...
thirsty.
Ah, heh, yeah!
(Slurping)
Ah!
Uh, Dr. Gillman?
You sure there's no other way to turn a werewolf into a human?
Without destroying the moon?
(Sighing) I suppose you're right.
Bats today.
Destroying the moon was good enough when I was a larva.
(Sighing) Now, where is it?
No, no, no.
Oh, no, no.
(Chomping)
Aha!
(Gasping) Silver?
I don't want to kill a werewolf!
Oh! Oh, no!
Only silver bullets can do that.
This amulet simply speeds up the transformation
from werewolf back to human.
All the great monsters use some kind of amulet.
See?
(Holding nose) That's your amulet?
An undead fish?
What? My amulet's an undead fish?!
Uh, no, this isn't my amulet, this is my lunch!
So, where did my amulet go?
(Rim shot)
Try my personal batch! Extra lumpy!
Mine has extra nostril hair!
I've already had way too much!
Oops! Oh, I am so clumsy!
Looks like Hank needs a refill.
Please stop!
(Hank screaming)
(Gasping)
What? Do I have phlegm in my fur?
Wait a sec!
(Panting)
What's going on here?!
Ah!
Blech!
This is the first time in, like, forever,
that we don't taste alike!
Or look alike.
I can't believe this!
I'm... different!
Now's my chance to go out into the world
and spread my claws!
I mean, human fingernails!
(Giggling)
You're leaving?!
But what about the phlegmonade?
And our badges?
Sophie, don't you see?
I'm off to earn a whole new badge.
The badge of me!
Ooh! That is so not even a badge!
It will be!
Besides, you can run the stand by yourself.
See ya!
(Whimpering)
(Howling)
Hey, hey, hey!
Easy, Sophie!
This is a good thing!
Trust me.
(Panting happily)
And besides, you'll have plenty to keep you busy.
Business is booming.
Yeah, but I'm not the sister who's good at business!
Charlotte was the brains of the operation!
Argh!
Oh, see?
No brains! No brains!
(Brains babbling)
Oh, uh, she didn't mean you guys, Jose!
You gotta relax.
You can do this!
(Wheezing)
There, thank you, ma'am!
And your change...
(Chewing, spitting)
Is that even how you make change?
I seriously do not know!
Change was Charlotte's job!
Charlotte's job!
(Skeleton chattering)
And now, to do my own thing!
Phle‐‐ uh, lemonade for sale!
(Sighing)
Was I better off with Sophie?
She was good at scaring customers
into buying multiple cups.
I...
Oh! Hello!
Fresh lemonade!
Two cups?
Mmm!
Sounds tremen‐delicious!
(Giggling)
Mmm.
(Hacking)
Hairball?
That must be my... uh, dog's.
Wa‐wa? (Growling)
(Giggling)
Oh, I think she likes you, and‐‐
KITTY'S VOICE: Donald! Donald! Donald!
Ahhh!
I forgot Kitty's dry‐cleaning!
She needs clean slacks!
(Gasping)
Wait a sec. A Scout uniform?
You have do a good deed for me and watch my little angel!
Pleeeeease!
(Giggling) Uh...
'Kay, thanks! Gotta go! Bye!
Wait! Stop!
Wa‐wa?
Aww!
You're not that disgusting
(Giggling)
Nice doggy!
Ha‐ha!
I guess I did promise to watch you.
And Ghoul Guides never renege on their word.
(Howling)
Ah! A werewolf!
And it has an innocent baby!
Help! Help, someone!
Okay.
Looks like I'm watching you from up in that tree.
(Baby cooing)
Rowr!
Phlegmonade for sale!
Aha, ha‐ha!
Whaaa! (Crashing)
I'm feeling something!
(Sniffing)
It's my twin‐tuition!
Charlotte's in trouble!
Wendy's coming, too!
(Howling)
(Baby giggling)
We have to help her!
Trust me, I know.
We're exactly alike.
Identical in every way!
Identical, huh?
Of course! I have an idea.
Wendy, I apologize in advance for the squishing.
(Wendy yelping)
Ew, you're so warm and drippy.
Follow my lead, guys!
Oh, no! The werewolf!
It's over there now!
(Clearing throat) Mi may my mo moo.
Red leather, yellow leather...
Wah! I'm a terrified human infant!
Too on the nose?
Ahhh!
All clear, Charlotte.
So, how's it going being on your own? huh?
Oh, thank you so much, young... lady?
Uh, yeah. Can't talk.
Gotta get to an emergency haircut appointment!
Well, I wasn't going to mention it.
To Sophie and Charlotte, back together again!
And rabid as ever!
(Slurping)
Ah, yeah!
And I gotta say, it's pretty much all thanks to me.
No applause, guys.
(Crickets chirping)
Hey!
Some applause wouldn't hurt.
Well, I guess it was your fault they split up.
And also your fault Charlotte turned into a human.
Don't forget she had to touch a human baby.
So, yeah, give it up for Mavis!
This is all her fault.
Did it again, Mavis!
Blame it on the Mavis!
Way to go, Mavis! Nice job!
You guys are the worst.
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