(Thundering)
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(Band playing)
(Screaming)
♪
(Bats squeaking)
(Wolf howling)
♪
Ooh, this is going to be the most epic‐est battle ever!
Yeah, we're finally going to find out
once and for all who's the best...
at imitating Aunt Lydia!
(As Aunt Lydia): Children, do what I say without question
or you will get my angry face,
and you won't like it when I angry face!
Ahh!
Oh, kinda scared myself.
Ooh, you the vamp, Hank! No way Mavis tops that!
Pfft, girl, please!
She's been practicing this her entire afterlife!
(Coughing) Ugh.
(Aunt Lydia's voice): Lend me your ears so I can scream into them
and tell you to stop wasting time and get back to work!!!
(Teeth chattering) Skull snaps!
It's almost like she's right here
AUNT LYDIA: Well done, Mavis.
(Hank shrieking)
I'm coming, lunch!
Good luck, Mavis!
Uhhhh, A‐A‐Aunt Lydia!
I‐I can explain!
I just wanted to be more like you because...
you're the best?
Of course I am.
Now walk with me.
(Mavis groaning)
Can you feel that chill in the air?
It is employee review time!
I get to meet with each staff member
and tell them how awful they are at their jobs!
It is the best!
You are terrible.
(Growling)
You are even worse.
Ugh.
Sounds about right.
Emilio! Step on it!
(Tires screeching)
You did not hit a single one.
Hmmm.
92% of your patients do not survive a visit to you!
(Gasping) Oh!
Why is your percentage so low?
(Crying)
I'm very disappointed.
But Mrs. Aunt Lydia, sir,
I don't even work here.
And you never will with that attitude.
As a guest, I rate you...
sub‐par.
Woo‐hoo, I'm super!
No, sub‐par!
Woo‐woo, Super Wendy in the house! Yeah!
Looks like you are the last one to be reviewed, Mavis.
Saved the best for last, huh?
No, I saved the last for last.
(Groaning)
Let us see, you are lazy, self‐centered,
and devoid of any positive evil vampire traits.
But...
you have come a long way under my watch,
considering what I started with.
I... think that was a compliment?
Hardly.
And that is the end of another brutally honest employee review.
(Sighing)
It goes by so fast.
Uh, not quite.
Who's going to give you your review?
Me? Ha!
I do not need to be reviewed because I am the perfect boss.
I have not had any complaints ever.
To be fair,
you don't actually know what monsters think about you
because, uh, they're too afraid.
As well they should be.
Diane!
A quick question.
I am a good boss, right?
Bawk...
(Clucking nervously)
Ahhh!
That sounded very rehearsed.
Is she just ba‐bawking what I want to hear?
Uhh...
What does everyone think of me?!
(Echoing) Think of me, think of me...
(Screaming)
(Glass breaking)
(Pedro shouting)
Ugh!
Find your own spot! Oh!
No monster is going to tell you what they really think of you
because they don't want to get punished.
Ah, I do enjoy punishments.
But there must be a way to uncover the truth.
Ha‐ha, I thought you said "undercover".
That'd be funny.
You, going around the hotel, in disguise
(Laughing)
Hmm.
(Both laughing)
What's up with the chuckleheads?
They're watching the new janitor, Larry.
Oh, no! Whoa!
Larry's so sloppy he's dropping slime everywhere!
(Laughing)
His mop isn't even right‐side up!
Man, Lydia is gonna flip when she sees this guy!
(Laughing)
That's weird,
I don't remember the hotel hiring a new janitor.
Tall.
Excellent posture.
Mop is an upside‐down staff...
(Gasping) It's Aunt Lydia!
Where? Here?
Ahhh! Run away!
Save yourself, Larry!
She must think going in disguise is the only way to find out
what everyone really thinks of her.
Di‐a‐bolical.
I still don't know who Larry is?
Hey! Hey, you're spilling that everywhere.
Bawk‐bawk‐bawk!
So, you are just going to leave it there for me to clean up?
Like I am your personal servant?
(Gulping) Bawk...
(Growling)
(Clucking happily)
Maybe this'll be fine,
as long as no one else messes with her.
(Laughing)
It's time to razz the noob.
So, Larry, is your refrigerator running?
(Snickering)
Running from Lydia, I presume.
No, you're supposed to say it is,
and then we tell you to go catch it!
(Rim shot)
Come on, Larry, get your head in the game.
(High‐pitched): Yes!
Yes, now, tell me about this Lydia.
How is she as a boss?
Is she the perfect amount of terror?
Look, the only thing you need to know about Lydia
is she's the worst of all time.
Holy Rabies! Stop!
Don't say another word!
(Panting)
Ah!
(Shouting, screaming)
(Lydia screaming)
Tell me that just didn't happen.
W‐w‐what do you remember?
Ugh...
I remember...
Lydia is the worst.
(Gulping)
And I remember my name is Larry?
Sounds about right.
Works for me.
Look at all the slime on these floors.
I'll have to work through my lunch!
So, you really think you're Larry?
Of course. Who else would I be?
Okey‐doke.
I guess it'll probably wear off soon enough,
and what's the harm in you being a janitor for a couple of hours?
(Hank and Pedro shouting)
(Zombie groaning)
(Laughing nervously)
I haven't seen Lydia for a while.
She's probably in her room
planning to punish us after those reviews.
(Teeth chattering)
Ugh, this Lydia sounds like a terrible boss.
This is no way to treat your employees.
We are the ones that keep the place running!
The hotel is nothing without us.
Yeah!
We do all the hard work!
We should get more respect!
Yes!
It's time to show Lydia where the true power is!
Who's with me?!
Yippee!
Aces! Huzzah!
(Groaning)
(Skull chattering)
(Snoring loudly)
Go Fish.
(Witches cackling)
(Giggling) Yeah!
What's going on here?
Woo‐hoo!
(Snoring)
What's with all the goofing off?
Why isn't anyone working?
Because they all refuse to work
until the boss "Lydia" shows up and resigns from her post!
We demand that this tyrannical dictator leave the hotel
once and for all!
(Grunting, cheering!)
Yeah! Power to the monsters!
No, Wendy!
If nobody's working,
the hotel will fall apart and go out of business,
and I'll totally get blamed for it!
Oh. Right.
So, where's Aunt Lydia?
She could solve this whole Larry problem with one angry face.
Wendy, have you seriously not been following along?
Larry is...
oh, never mind.
But you're right, Aunt Lydia just has to show up...
This Larry movement is really catching on!
And Aunt Lydia can't do anything about it.
(Pedro chuckling)
(Microphone feedback)
(Lydia imitating Aunt Lydia) I have returned!
It is me, the real Aunt Lydia.
I mean... Lydia!
I am Lydia, hear me roar!
(Groaning)
(Shrieking) Oh, no!
(Eating posters)
It's working!
The hotel is going to be back to normal in no time!
So, you're the big bad Lydia?
Well, we aren't afraid of you, right?
(Grunting)
Uhhh...
will you snap out of it already?
You're gonna ruin everything!
I will never snap out of standing up to tyranny!
We're going to send a clear message
about who is in control here!
Bring down the statue of the false boss!
(Zombies growling)
No, no, no, no, no, no! Stay away from that!
Look, you're not Larry, you're Aunt Lydia!
And you'll totally freak
if something happens to your prized statue!
(Chuckling)
Another classic Lydia mind‐trick!
Well, I'm not falling for it!
You need to try and remember who you are!
I already know who I am,
the one bringing you down, Lydia!
No, you're Lydia!
(Zapping)
(Screaming) Ugh!
(Gasping)
It... It was like that when I got here!
(Groaning, snapping fingers)
Wait. Larry was Aunt Lydia?
(All gasping)
She must have used a magic spell to trick us or something.
MAVIS: Um...
do you remember anything?
I remember that Lydia is the worst.
Of all time!
Thank you.
I appreciate your honesty.
Any time.
Uhh...
You're welcome, Larry.
Everyone thinks I am the worst ever,
which is exactly what I was going for!
Are you doing an imitation of me?
(Imitating): "Are you doing an imitation of me?
They say that Mavis does the best impression,
but I think mine is pretty good, right?
And you all think this is funny?
HANK: Not funny, not funny at all!
PEDRO: Man, Larry sure has a temper!
Am I right? (Groaning)
(Bats squeaking)
(Wolf howling)
WENDY: Suh‐wing batter, batter!
PEDRO: Pitcher's got a rotten arm!
Bottom of the 89th, faces are loaded...
Kaboom‐yeah!
Ha! Hi‐yah!
(Bubble popping)
(Teeth chattering)
(Grunting)
Oh, I hate this part!
Ugh!
(Screaming)
(Grunting)
Oh, no, Gavin!
My favorite zombie!
(Growling)
Like you didn't already know.
Things need to change!
Accidents like this happen far too often!
Bawk! Too often!
Hotel Transylvania has not had more than six accident‐free days
in 115 years!
It's weird, you're 115 years old, Mavis!
A coincidence not lost on me.
It is time we reappoint a new Hotel Safety Officer.
A job my brother loved, but since he is not here...
And there are no other suitable Draculas.
What?!
I give the responsibility to Diane!
Bawk!
(Wendy sighing)
Not cool, Aunt Lydia!
You should at least give me a chance to redeem myself,
especially if the position is a family tradition.
Perhaps.
But you cause more accidents than any other monster.
Possibly true, but Diane can't even fly!
What if she needs to fly, huh?
(Clucking)
Wait! Chickens can't fly?
I mean, I knew they couldn't limbo,
but not being able to fly is crazy!
Pleeeeeeeeease!
Ugh, oh, fine, but on a trial basis.
If you fail, Diane becomes your boss.
I'm, ba‐gawk, watching you!
I hope you, ba‐gawk, like what you see!
(Lydia laughing)
Ow!
Doesn't count! Haven't started yet!
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(Blowing whistle)
Not so fast!
(Blowing whistle)
Not so slow.
We can't have any accidents!
Just give them their lunch back!
How?
I've already digested it!
(Groaning)
(Gasping)
(Panting)
Phew! That was close.
A little too close.
Especially with Diane keeping an eye on everything I do.
(Clucking)
Well, I'll just keep two eyes on Diane.
If I'm gonna beat the six‐day safety record,
I'm gonna need some professional help.
(Skull laughing)
(Phone ringing, indistinct voice answering)
Hello, is this Ghost with the Most Safety Experts?
(Gasping)
This is!
I'm Mags, how can I help make things safer?
Oh, hey, Mavis!
Maggie?
You're a safety expert?
I am now!
I can't seem to keep any job for long.
My boss just tells me what to do
and the info just goes right through me!
Ha! Get it?
I'm a ghost.
Anyway, since we're friends‐‐
Uh, we're not really friends.
You did try to sell our hotel.
Oh, please!
I've tried to sell so many hotels, I can't even keep track!
It's water under the snazzy red blazer!
How about I set you up
with our top‐of‐the‐line safety system.
(Brain chattering)
These little thinkers will stop and block
any monsters near danger.
They see and protect all.
And you can see it all from the comfort of your office.
Watch it in action!
My goblins!
So, the hip bone is connected to the leg bone!
Ahh! Wait for it.
(Brain chattering)
Books are great!
Who knew?
(Brain chattering)
Oh, why is this flipped...
You've got a deal!
(Brain chattering)
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(Snoring)
(Brain chattering)
Well done, I feel safer already.
Bawk‐bawk...
Bawk!
Now, you'll see everything the brains see.
Nothing will happen without you knowing.
Wendy, can you hear me?
Loud and clear!
Everything is safe in here!
These floors are way too sticky to be slippery!
Good job! Look out!
Whoa!
(Brain chattering)
Ugh! Ah!
Sorry, Wendy, but I'll let you out
when the safety record is broken.
(Muffled): Don't worry, Mavis!
I understand.
(Gasping)
Pedro! That is not safe!
(Brain chattering)
Now you're ready for the stairs!
Who needs stairs when you got plastic bubbles to pop?
(Grunting, bubbles popping)
No, foot, we're going this way!
(Brain chattering)
I'm not sure if that's enough.
Oh, ah... awwww!
Perfect!
Sorry, Hank, it's just safer this way!
Uh, thanks?
(Brain chattering)
Is the hotel safe enough?
(Phone ringing, Diane squawking)
Hello, Hotel T.
I couldn't help overhearing you wondering
if the hotel was safe enough.
And the answer is no, it's not.
It's... not?
Nope, but it could be!
If you upgrade to our tippy‐top of the line safety system:
Ghost Effect.
Our ghost technology temporarily ghosts any monster
until the danger has passed.
Say wha?
How does that make anything safe?
Observe.
By recycling ground‐up ghost bunions‐‐
Eww.
‐‐we've created a pixie dust that, wait for it,
does this.
Bawk!
Ghoul, huh?
Sign me up!
Ah! Great!
And, uh, where should we put the emergency shut‐off switch?
Put it up high on a wall.
Somewhere you have to fly to press it.
For safety's sake.
Bawk, bawk, bawk!
You got it!
Off you go!
(Clucking angrily)
A new safety record, here we come!
Whoa!
Ha, thanks!
Nice save!
Well done, Mavis.
Well, almost well done, anyway.
(Thinking) Mavis, you can do this.
Just one more day until that safety record is broken.
Can't take any chances.
Don't eat that, Uncle Gene!
Watch your step, Tiffany!
Don't let that eat you, Uncle Gene!
Dr. Gillman, duck!
Don't you go in there, Janice!
Look out Dr. Gillman, there's another duck behind you!
(Bubbles popping)
(Gasping)
(Brain chattering)
Whoa, Pedro!
The center of that burrito is white hot.
You could burn the roof of your mouth!
Yeah, but I needs me some burrito!
Oh, no, you don't!
(Brain chattering)
You get your own!
(Grunting)
(Laughing) Initiate Ghost Effect!
Oh, no.
(Brain chattering)
What did you do?
Don't worry!
It's just the latest in safety tech!
It uses ghost‐like qualities to keep us safe.
See?
Neat.
Also, my burrito!
Huh?
(Grunting efforts)
(Crying)
Are we gonna be like this forever?
What? No.
It'll last maybe an hour or so.
So, relax and enjoy yourself.
(Alarm sounding)
The hotel will self‐destruct in three minutes.
That seems a little extreme.
What's going on? (Gasping)
I must've hit the self‐destruct button at the same time.
Why do we even have a self‐destruct button?
And why are those buttons so close to each other?
Yeah!
And why is underpants plural?
Think about it.
I've gotta hit the emergency shut‐off!
Ha!
I put it up high, to be safe.
(Panting)
Ah! That's not good!
The hotel will self‐destruct in two minutes.
Oh, you gotta fix this, Mavis!
If the hotel self‐destructs,
I'll never get to eat my burrito!
Don't panic!
Maggie monitors everything from headquarters,
so it's fine, right, Maggie?
Maggie? Maggie!
(Snoring)
Mmm... bunions.
(Snoring)
Okay, so now might actually be a pretty good time to panic.
(Diane clucking)
(Alarm continues sounding)
(Clucking, laughing)
Ugh, great.
Diane is here to see me lose my shot at the safety record.
Also the hotel is gonna blow up.
Right! That is the bigger deal.
(Scoffing, alarm sounding)
Bawk!
(Gasping) Diane's not a ghost!
She can hit the emergency shut‐off switch!
Yeah, but how's she gonna get all the way up there to hit it?
Chickens can't fly, remember?
Or can they?
They can't.
It was already established!
The hotel will self‐destruct in one minute.
(Alarm sounding)
Diane, this might tickle,
but buckle up for the flight of your life!
(Clucking)
(Alarm sounding)
Ba‐gawk!
Ooh! You're doing it, girl!
Chickens can fly!
Bawk! I'm flying!
The hotel will self‐destruct
in five, four, three, two...
Bawk!
(Diane and Mavis shouting)
The day is saved and my safety record is still intact!
Yum!
Whoa! Too hot!
Ahhhhh!
And there goes my record!
One week later.
Excellent work, Diane.
Bawk, bawk!
(Muffled): Way to go, Diane!
Good job, Diane!
You earned it.
(Clucking)
(Glass breaking)
I got two words for you.
They are sugar and sandals.
(Mavis laughing)
I don't know why we even try.
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