(Thunder crashing)
♪
(Screaming)
♪
Did you brush your fangs
and say your spells
and check under the bed for monsters?
(Yawning)
Yes, Dad.
Wendy's under my bed, as usual.
(Straining) It's a tight fit.
Don't you think I'm getting a little old for this?
(Chuckling) Oh.
Well, then, I wonder
if you're also too old for a Drac Pack?
(Gasping) I'm listening.
(Laughing) It'll be there tomorrow.
Now, go to sleep,
and make sure to let the bed bugs bite!
MAVIS: Bittersweet dreams, Dad.
DRACULA: Bittersweet dreams, Mavy‐Wavy.
(Snoring)
(Screaming)
(Mavis panting) Has it come yet?
(Laughing) What? My glitter whoopee cushion?
Yeah. It came yesterday.
(Making farting sound)
(Coughing)
No! My dad's package!
Ooh, a Drac Pack! I wonder what's in it.
Chocolate‐covered eyeballs?
Silly slime?
Rain?
How would he send rain?
Uh, by scare‐mail, of course.
(Groaning)
Oh, boy!
Rain of the Month Club.
(Groaning) (Gasping) Yes!
It's here!
(Panting)
A flower? That's weird.
Maybe it's a flesh‐eating one?
Or a glitter‐spraying one.
Or a farting one! Give it a whiff.
(Sniffing)
(Sighing happily)
No!
(Whispering) Might've been a farting one.
(Bonging)
Oh, dear, dear, dear, dear.
If Mavis didn't wake up
after Hank squeezed out his shoe over her,
huh, nothing's going to wake her up.
Bit of a waste of some perfectly good shoe sweat,
if you ask me.
(Gently) I'm her BFF.
She'll respond to my soothing voice.
(Screeching) Mavis!
Oh! Good morrow, fine friends.
You sound... different.
Different? Pray tell.
Are you okay?
No. I'm not okay.
No!
(Making farting sound)
I'm better than okay!
Especially now that there's glitter!
♪ Fa, la‐la, la‐la‐la ♪
What was that?
Who was that?
(Humming)
(Laughing) Marvelous.
Um, I always dreamed of the day Mavis would like glitter,
but now that it's here,
it's... Feels weird.
Ugh. You want something weird?
She put sparkle lip balm on me.
And the color is all wrong!
What's that, old friend?
Uh‐huh? Mm‐hmm?
(Gasping) Oh, really?
Who‐‐ who are you talking to, Mavis?
Why, Brushington, of course.
He comes alive when no one else is around.
He's shy.
Oh, yes.
Same goes for Snakeington.
Hello.
(Hissing) (Yelping)
Brushington says
I need to do something about these clothes.
(Sneezing)
Fair Wendolyn, you can have a dress, too,
if you only just believe!
(Sneezing)
Oops. (Gasping)
I believed that that would happen, and it did.
That's the spirit!
Now, what say you to spreading joy
around the hotel?
I say... a nervous yes!
♪
(Screaming)
(Mavis humming)
(Groaning)
(Mavis humming)
Ta‐da!
I just felt this place
was missing a princess's touch.
Mm‐hmm. Well, you've certainly touched... a lot of things.
Excuse me.
And there's so much more to touch!
(Whispering) Psst. Guys, we need to do something about Mavis.
What's different about Mavis?
Mavis? The one with the fangs?
She's eating chocolate‐covered eyeballs with a knife and fork!
With a fork! Has she no shame?
What's next? Saying "Excuse me" after a glitter whoopee?
(Whoopee cushion tooting)
MAVIS: Oh, my. Excuse me.
Hoo‐boy. I better go see a doctor about... uh, that.
(Cracking)
DRACULA: Hello? Hello?
Mavis?
(Sighing) Anybody?
Oh, hi, Mr. Dracula, sir.
Wendy! My favorite gooey little guest!
Where's Mavis? I want to hear
how she likes her fire‐breathing present.
Don't you mean "flower‐breathing"?
Uh, no.
I mean "fire‐breathing,"
as in Keith, the dragon I sent her.
Oh!
I have to go now. Bye.
(Laughing)
All of Mavis' behavior
started when she got this flower.
Ah. Hmm.
Huh. Uh, this is a princess orchid.
The stench has no effect on humans or even monsters,
but on vampires‐‐ (Gasping)
It's been known to make them all‐‐
♪ La, la, la, la‐la‐la, la, la, la, la ♪
‐‐that!
But if her dad didn't send it to her, then who did?
(Sighing)
(Gasping) Oh. Oh! Ah.
(Gasping) Kitty Cartwright!
(Gasping) Kitty Cartwright?
How can you tell?
"To Donald,
Happy half‐birthday.
From Kitty‐bird."
So if Donald's package was delivered here,
that means Mavis's dragon was delivered to‐‐
Dunh, dunh, dunh!
(Sighing) Kitty hates real birthdays,
but she never forgets a half‐birthday!
At least, not until this year.
What did I do wrong?
(Doorbell ringing)
She remembered!
But this box is too big for flowers.
And what are these breathing holes for?
(Gasping) Kitty finally thinks
I'm responsible enough for a puppy!
Thirty‐six and a half, you will be a good year.
(Growling) (Screaming)
The Fairy Tale Guide to Medicine.
Uh, most of the cures
involve guessing people's names
and magic beans.
WENDY: Ooh!
I know, right?
Once upon a time,
princesses were called damsels in distress,
and they needed to be rescued from dragons...
constantly!
So, in order to reverse this princess curse,
Mavis needs to rescue a dragon from a damsel.
Oh! Opposite.
Meh‐huh.
Best news ever!
I found a cure for your‐‐
whatever's happening here.
A cure? Whatever for?
Uh, Wendy? (Chuckling)
Hey, girl, can we talk to you for a second
about this?
And this?
She braided my wraps!
And bedazzled my arm!
Although I don't hate it.
Uh‐oh. We need to show Mavis
how, uh, different, she is.
But how can we if she can't see herself in a mirror?
What is everyone doing lollygagging around?
There are chores to be done!
(Gasping)
(Sighing)
I know how, but you're not going to like it!
(Whispering) She's coming. Are you ready?
(Whispering) Are we ready to be killed by Aunt Lydia?
I guess so?
Great!
Cerberus mist brown
or frosted frog legs?
Not‐nice to see you, too, Miss Blob.
No! They're scratch‐and‐sniff wallpaper samples for the hotel.
Um, which do you like best?
(Sniffing)
(Gasping)
Fee! Fie! Foe!
(All screaming)
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
♪ Fa, la, la, la, la ♪
Well, don't just stand there.
Dance with me!
What? It's an efficient and elegant way to travel.
Huh.
♪ Fa, la, la, la, la, la ♪
(Laughing)
Holy rabies.
Is that what I doth look like?
Uh... yeah?
Then let us turn me back, at once!
Yes!
All we have to do to turn you back
is save a dragon from a damsel.
(Sarcastically) Ha! Oh, is that all we have to do?
Where we going to find a dragon?
Not here, right?
They breath fire.
(Donald screaming)
(Child giggling)
(Screaming)
(Giggling)
Oh, dear! The dragon is in distress,
and I have to save it from Damsel Nose Picker!
(Giggling)
Yeah, but who's going to save you from the dragon?
Please. I'm a modern princess.
Nobody saves me from anything.
Also, I have my trusty steed.
Aw, Mavis.
(Whistling)
Oh.
Beverly! You beautiful beast!
I need you to be my princess horse.
Eh, I've been called worse.
Alright. Let the jousting begin.
(Chirping)
No bother. I shall save the dragon
with unbridled princess confidence.
(Whispering) My money's on the dragon.
(Quietly) I'm not ruling out the baby.
(Screaming)
(Giggling)
♪
(Laughing) Okay. Alright.
You're saved.
Whoo!
Back to normal.
(Screaming)
(Giggling)
(Whispering) I think this was meant for you.
(Giggling)
MAVIS: Thanks for the baby dragon, Dad.
He's really into licks.
But you're going to need to send one more dragon.
Why?
(Aunt Lydia singing)
(Dr. Gillman screaming)
Man, I'm so hungry, I could eat 100‐‐
BOTH: Eye‐ball boo‐ritos!
Jinx!
(Gasping, muffled speaking)
(Both laughing)
(Speaking, muffled) (Laughing)
Ah, relax. I'll say your name.
Pedro.
Ah. Never jinx a monster‐‐
BOTH: Before lunchtime!
Jinx again!
Come on!
(Groaning)
DR. GILLMAN, HANK: Ah, it's probably fine.
Jinx!
(Speaking, muffled)
(Laughing) Dr. Gillman.
(Growling)
(Gasping)
BOTH: Fire!
Jinx!
Hank! It's just a picture!
Fire! Ah!
BOTH: Game of Bones!
Jinx!
(Laughing)
BOTH: The Goo‐Man Group!
Jinx!
(Groaning)
BOTH: Frozen blob‐sicles!
Jinx!
(Zombies groaning)
Jinx! Jinx!
(Laughing)
(All laughing)
Jinx!
Mavis!
This is a place of business!
Name‐based prank games
are not only infantile and disgusting,
but they are also very dangerous!
How many times must I tell you?
Hotel Transylvania is no place for‐‐
BOTH: Fun, laughter, or joy!
Jinx!
(All gasping)
(Gasping) Holy rabies.
I'm so sorry! It‐‐ it was an accident!
I didn't mean to!
(Speaking, muffled) No worries.
I'll just un‐jinx you.
Aunt Lydia!
Aunt Lydia.
Lydia!
(Shouting) Lydia!
Uh, uh...
am I pronouncing it wrong?
Lid‐ee‐uh. Lid‐ee‐ah.
Lah‐dee‐ah!
Lee‐dyah!
Lid‐ee‐uh?
Maybe it needs an accent?
Lydia.
Eh, Lydia!
Maybe the L is silent.
Idia!
Okay! Maybe the I's are also silent.
Dya!
(Chuckling) Okay, okay, I get it.
The whole thing is silent.
Nope. I'm out.
Maybe it's just not her real name.
But, uh, but, uh, how could that be?
(Gulping)
ALL: You're in big trouble.
Jinx!
(Clanging)
(Shouting, muffled)
Please, just tell me your real name
so we can fix this,
and you can go back to enjoying your scab‐viar.
♪
Uh... huh?
This just says, "Poopsie."
That... is my real name.
What?
(Faintly) Holy rabies.
You see, child, nobody would be afraid
of a vampire with that name,
so I changed it to a shortened form of Lycidias
and kept my real name secret for hundreds of years.
And now, you must, too, or else.
Wait. Can I just‐‐ Can we just roll back one sec?
So, just clarifying.
Your actual name,
like, your real name
on your death certificate,
is Aunt
Poopsie?
(Echoing) Poopsie?
(Shouting)
(Growling) (Gulping)
Don't worry. I'm‐‐ I'm sure
no one heard that.
Probably. Maybe?
AUNT LYDIA: What is every‐monster staring at?
Paint a portrait! It will last longer!
Back to work!
(Growling)
Sorry. It's just... we all heard.
Don't worry. Aunt Poopsie sounds so harmless!
Cute even!
Cute as a blob‐kitten.
(Gasping) Or a blob‐puppy!
Or a blob‐ster.
That's a blob lobster.
They're surprisingly adorable.
Enough! I am not cute or adorable!
I am fearsome and scary!
(Record scratching)
♪ Oopsie, it's Poopsie ♪
♪ She's just oh‐so‐cutesy ♪
♪ All the little freaks just want to pinch her cheeks ♪
♪ Her name's just not frightening ♪
♪ So neither is her lightning ♪
♪ Oopsie‐doopsie ♪
♪ What an absolute cutesy ♪
Angry and ugly and purple!
I have purple shins.
D'aw, so cutesy.
(Screaming)
(Laughing)
Still cute!
Just delightful!
(Sighing)
(Groaning)
Hey, have you guys noticed anything weird lately?
Ever since Aunt Lydia's locked herself in her room,
she hasn't yelled at anyone!
(Groaning)
♪ Oopsie ♪
♪ Poopsie ♪
(Clucking)
(Gasping)
Do you know what this means?
Seriously, do you? Because I have no idea.
It means every‐monster can do whatever they want
with no consequences!
And there is this one thing I've always wanted to do.
Yes! Write a song
about how we'll be best friends forever.
Be baked into a cake
and eat your way to freedom?
Get the monster world to embrace electricity
instead of primitive fire‐based light sources?
Maybe. Or...
(Grunting)
Whoo!
BOTH: Whoo!
The best friend song would've been good, too!
(Thudding)
Sorry about the slip 'n' slime.
Dr. Gillman will take care
of those little bumps and bruises for you.
Actually, with Lydia off my gills,
I can finally take some time off doctoring
to pursue my other passion.
(Muffled) Eating stuff out of jars!
(Groaning)
Uh, how about a relaxing sauna instead?
Our spa staff seem to be on another break,
but, uh, you can let me know
if there's anything you need.
Now, let's see.
(Crackling)
(Exploding)
Uh‐oh.
(Pedro and Hank cheering)
Wait! Don't leave!
I can offer a free swamp aerobics class!
Or, um‐‐ Oh!
Complimentary doom service?
I think we need Aunt Lydia back.
Relax, Mavis.
There's nothing to worry about at Hotel Transylvania.
There's a lot to worry about at Hotel Transylvania
Bad reviews are pouring in,
and the once‐popular monster hotspot
is in total disarray.
And now, a message from our sponsor,
Motel Transylvania.
(Panting)
Phew! When Hotel Transylvania isn't doing it for you,
come to Motel Transylvania!
You know we're bad,
so there's no surprises!
(Crashing)
(Laughing)
(Aunt Lydia crying)
(Groaning)
Please come out, Aunt Lydia!
We need you to be the disciplined boss
who keeps everyone in check!
AUNT LYDIA: Boss? How can I be the boss if nobody fears me?
I'm pathetic!
Ugh. You are not pathetic.
You are the most monstrous, terrifying, evil person I know!
AUNT LYDIA: You're just saying that to be nice.
Besides, nobody even remembers
the whole thing with your name ever since Dr. Gillman
got his head stuck in a jar.
(Grunting)
With nobody keeping the staff in line,
the zombies just goof off,
the witches fly around playing magic laser tag,
and the wolf pups...
(Barking) No!
Well, they're the wolf pups.
A few more days of this,
and there might not be a hotel left to manage!
AUNT LYDIA: I don't care!
Stop beating an undead horse, Mavis!
I am simply never coming out.
(Groaning) So leave me alone!
But the hotel needs your help!
I need your help.
Hey, Mavis, want to hear the best friend song I wrote for us?
Please!
(Squealing)
♪ Best friends ♪
♪ Mavis and Wendy ♪
♪ Forever and ever ♪
♪ Ever, ever, ever, ever ♪
AUNT LYDIA: I'm never coming out!
♪ Ever, ever, ever, ever ♪
AUNT LYDIA: Never ever, ever, ever, ever!
♪ Ever, ever, ever, ever ♪ Ever, ever, ever, ever!
What if I told you
I have a way to make every‐monster fear you
and call you Lydia again?
I'm listening. And now, for the chorus.
♪ Mavis and Wendy and ever, forever, ever, ever ♪
♪ Mavis and Wendy ♪
(Meowing)
(Cheering)
Hey, everyone!
Look who's back! (Others gasping)
Poopsie!
OTHERS: D'aw!
(Chanting) Poopsie! Poopsie! Poopsie!
ALL: (Chanting) Poopsie! Poopsie! Poopsie!
Poopsie! Poopsie!
Now, Aunt Lydia!
Poopsie!
Jinx.
Yes! It worked!
BOTH: Boom‐drac‐alacka!
Jinx!
Oh, child, your plan was surprisingly good,
so I decided to use it on everyone,
including you.
(Speaking, muffled)
Mm, mm, mm.
Why, yes, I am truly diabolical.
Thank you. (Speaking, muffled)
Well, that's what you get
for starting this whole thing in the first place.
Now, listen up!
The name's Lydia!
And don't you forget it!
(Teeth chattering)
Not to worry.
I will un‐jinx you all.
Eventually.
(Laughing)
(Speaking, muffled)
(Clucking)
(Growling)
(Squawking)
(Screaming)
♪