[dramatic spooky music]
♪ ♪
[wolf howls]
[thunder crashes]
[grunting]
[suspenseful music]
[thunder crashes]
♪ ♪
[Virgil meows] - Shh!
This is our little secret, Virgil.
[mouth zips softly]
♪ ♪
[thunder crashing]
Thanks for your help
with all my groundskeeping duties, kids.
Now don't forget
make sure each and every resident gets some TLC.
Haiku, Caroline doesn't like mums.
She's a lilac girl.
Thank you, Lucy. I almost made a grave mistake.
- Ha-ha. Ha-ha. - Ha-ha. Ha-ha.
[energetic rock music]
Hang on, Virgil!
I'm gonna pop a wheelie!
[engine revving]
Stop hogging the mower, Dante!
Gah!
Worst sharer ever.
- Whoo-hoo! - Ugh.
[sighs]
[playing spooky tune]
Boris is jamming on the keys. Any requests from the dead?
Ah! [grunts]
Are you okay, Boris?
Boris will live.
Sadly.
Oh, I've never noticed that headstone before.
Mm, neither have I. Hank, who's "Unknown"?
You got me.
I know every inch of this graveyard,
and I don't remember that grave being here.
[gulps] Well, people do kick the bucket all the time.
So--
How tragic that someone would pass
and remain nameless for eternity?
As the Morticians Club,
it's our duty to right such ghastly wrongs.
I say we hold a séance to find out who rests here,
then replace this headstone with one with their name.
No!
I don't think we should disturb their eternal slumber.
You know how hard it is to go back to sleep
when somebody wakes you up.
A valid point, Dante.
Whew.
Boris can play him some nice, soothing bedtime music.
[playing spooky tune]
[groans]
Great idea, Boris. All those in favor?
- Very. - Yes.
Let the record show that the motion passes
with much enthusiasm.
[soft spooky upbeat music]
They can't know what's buried under that headstone.
We got to stop them!
Unknown spirit buried within this grave,
we beseech thee, come to us.
[spooky suspenseful music]
♪ ♪
[ghostly moaning]
[gasps]
♪ ♪
- [ghostly moaning] - The spirit is within Dante.
Please tell us your name
so we may honor you with a new gravestone.
My name is...
urn...
knee...
shovel...
gate.
Ernie Shovelgate.
It's nice of you kids to want to get me a new headstone,
but don't go to all that trouble.
I'm really shy, so "Unknown" totally works for me.
Okay, well, I got to get back to the other side.
Blech!
[voice cracking] Wow!
I guess Ernie doesn't want a new headstone.
Bummer. But what can you do?
That's a rhetorical question.
You know, whenever it's my mother's birthday,
she says don't go to all that trouble.
Which means you'd better go to all that trouble.
That's a good point, Haiku.
[Dante gasps]
What if Ernie's just being modest?
I say we buy him the headstone anyway.
After he sees it, I'll bet he rolls over in his grave.
In a happy way.
[upbeat spooky music]
[Dante groans]
[oohing and aahing] - Wow.
Okay, everyone.
I know the Cheaper Reaper is a veritable wonderland
of bereavement in bulk, but we need to remain focused.
Persephone, do you have the club money?
I do.
And thanks to our embalming fundraiser last weekend,
it looks like we have enough
to buy Ernie a most splendid tribute.
Whatever we do,
we cannot let them leave here with a headstone.
"You break it, you buy it."
[gasps] Virgil, that's it!
[Virgil meows] You're one smart cemetery cat.
I say we really splurge and go with granite.
I agree.
It has a nice hand feel.
I'll grab it.
I'll get one down. I've been doing deadlifts.
[grunting]
Dante, there's one right here on the bottom shelf.
But everybody knows the fresh ones are always on top.
Oh, oops! - Gasp.
[Boris grunts]
[Dante groans]
[Virgil meows]
[all gasp]
[Boris groans] - Virgil, what did you do?
[spooky music]
Aw, dang it.
Now that we've paid for the broken headstone,
we don't have enough money left over for another one.
Actually, we do,
thanks to our hearse wash fundraiser
the weekend before last.
[Dante groans] [Virgil meows]
[coffin creaking]
[shoppers gasping]
♪ ♪
What is up with you today, Virgil?
Exorcize yourself of guilt, Virgil.
It was a mere accident.
But it does mean our hopes for a new headstone
have been laid to rest.
[sighs] Sigh.
I can't believe we failed Ernie.
Me neither. But what else can we do?
I mean, it's not like we can just go to a rock quarry,
find a slab of granite, and carve our own headstone.
Gasp. That's exactly what we should do.
The rock quarry is not far from here,
and it has lots of granite.
Ernie shall have his headstone after all.
Three cheers for Dante.
all: Hurray. Hurray. Hurray.
Hurray.
To the quarry, everyone.
Uh, hey, you guys.
While you're all doing that,
Virgil and I are gonna go back to the cemetery
so we can, uh, give Ernie the good news about his headstone.
Okay, bye.
[suspenseful music]
Mm.
The whole cemetery, and this is where Hank eats his lunch?
We're running out of time.
We got to get him out of here, and fast.
♪ ♪
The sprinklers will make him move.
[valve creaking]
[Virgil hisses]
Okay, wrong one.
♪ ♪
Ah!
Okay. It's got to be this last one.
♪ ♪
[Dante gasps]
[Dante screams]
[groans]
Is this the only spot in the graveyard that gets watered?
♪ ♪
Nothing to end lunch early like a swarm of bats!
[Virgil yowls]
[bats screeching]
[dramatic music]
Aw, how were my widdle bat babies, huh?
Who's ready for some of old Hanky's homemade oatmeal bars?
[bats screeching]
Huh? [groans]
This can't get any worse.
[phone rings]
[Boris muttering]
Uh, hey, Lucy.
Greetings, Dante. We'll be there shortly.
Oh, uh, great.
You know, I was just talking to Ernie,
and he said since you're making the headstone,
if you could add his favorite poem,
"The Raven" by Edgar Allen Poe.
An excellent choice. Which line?
All 108 of them.
In Latin.
And cursive.
With footnotes.
[beep] Hopefully that'll stall them.
Want the stick?
Go get it!
[grunts]
[bats screeching]
[Dante groans]
[energetic rock music]
[engine turns over]
♪ ♪
[Hank yelps]
I'll bet that's Big Lou from plot three, row 12.
That ghost is always messing with my stuff.
Hey, Lou! No joyrides!
[Dante grunts]
What are you doing with Ernie?
[startled gasp]
[all gasp] - It's not Ernie Shovelgate.
- It's... - Auntie Pam?
all: Gasp.
[spooky notes]
You buried Auntie Pam's ice cream?
[Dante whimpers]
So Ernie wasn't real?
[Virgil meows]
But why, Dante? Why did you deceive us?
[somber music]
[Virgil meows]
Because, because I wanted to hide my ice cream
so none of you could have any.
It's cookies 'n' scream, my all-time favorite.
Ugh! It's the riding lawn mower all over again.
I've said it before, and I'll say it once more.
Worst sharer ever.
- You said it. - Sad but true.
Sigh. I know.
I'm really sorry.
But I'll try to be better, I swear.
As a matter of fact,
uh...
who wants some?
[Dante growls]
[exhales deeply] You can do it, Dante.
Who wants some of my ice cream?
Mm. Yes, please.
Mm, it looks dreadfully delicious.
Oh! [all munching]
This shows real progress, Dante.
[Virgil purring]
[Hank screaming] - Help! Help!
[Dante chuckles uncomfortably] - Uh, what's that all about?
It's a long story.
We should probably go help him.
After a couple scoops.
Mm.
Big Lou, cut it out!
♪ Cramped inside this tiny space ♪
♪ May sound bad but ain't the case ♪
♪ In the Loud house ♪ - ♪ Loud house ♪
♪ Duck and dodge and push and shove ♪
♪ That's the way we show our love ♪
♪ In the Loud house ♪ - ♪ Loud house ♪
♪ Laundry piles stacked up high ♪
♪ Hand-me-downs that make me cry ♪
♪ Stand in line to take a pee ♪
♪ Never any privacy ♪
♪ Chaos with 11 kids ♪
♪ That's the way it always is ♪
♪ In the Loud house ♪