(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)
(SNARLING)
(LAUGHING)
(GROANS) How many baskets so far?
Somewhere between none and zero.
(MUTTERS)
How long have we been at this?
A while.
Guys, if we wanna dominate the boards,
we gotta up-tempo this game.
(SIGHS) It's pointless. We'll never make one.
Our luck is bound to change.
There's no such thing as luck, Harold.
Whoa.
(CHEERS)
See? Finally, a lucky shot.
I'm telling you, there's no such thing.
Zip.
(BOTH CHEER)
The luck just keeps on coming.
There's no such thing as luck!
(BOTH CHEER)
That's just a coincidence.
Luck has nothing to do with it.
Uh-huh. Then how do you explain that lucky cricket over there?
CHESTER: Lucky cricket?
-Hello, lucky cricket. -Hey.
Lucky cricket is not a thing.
That is just an ordinary cricket.
Oh, is he-- He's leaving now?
Okay, there he goes.
Does that mean we're out of luck?
See? He's gone and we're not lucky anymore. That proves it.
No, it doesn't.
(CHANTING) Lucky cricket.
-Lucky cricket. -But a lucky cricket is not a thing.
-HAROLD: Lucky cricket. -It's not a thing.
Wait, please.
Oh, great and powerful lucky cricket, we're sorry.
Chester was poo-pooing your awesome powers.
He knows not what he does.
(CRYING) He knows not!
(PLAYING HIGH-PITCHED NOTE REPEATEDLY)
(SCREAMS) It hurts my ears.
(ALL SCREAMING)
That sound. That sound.
(WHIMPERING)
I have to muffle it.
(MUTTERING)
(HIGH-PITCHED NOTE CONTINUES)
(ALL WHIMPERING)
And so ends another musical feast for the soul.
How did you like it?
-(GASPS) -(SCREAMS)
(CRYING)
(STUTTERS) That was music?
Yes, every time I give you good luck,
I play you beautiful music.
Oh, well, sign me up.
Harold, no! Excuse me, Mr. Cricket.
My friends and I need to a moment to talk about something,
uh, completely unrelated to this situation.
CRICKET: Oh, yes, of course, of course.
We cannot get in any deeper with this guy.
You hear those brain-liquifying sounds.
Sure, it was the most horrifying experience of our lives.
But that was some really good luck.
Think of all the things we can do with it.
You two always dive right into trouble,
and then it's up to old Chester to face the music.
Literally, this time.
We all have to promise not to use this good luck, agreed?
(MUTTERS HESITANTLY)
Come on, Harold. That just leaves you.
We could... But... (SIGHS)
Harold.
Hmm... (GRINDING TEETH)
Yeah, okay, sure.
Mr. Good Luck Cricket, sir, thanks for the offer,
but we're all set here on good luck.
Really? Well, if you say so,
I suppose I'll be on my way then.
-Whew. -Aww.
By the by, should you have need of more of my special good luck,
I'll always be right there when you need me.
Well, that was unsettling.
Remember, no going back on your word.
We never wanna have to listen to that creepy cricket's music ever again.
I am 100% sure you can most likely count on me.
(SIGHS)
Just my luck.
My favorite chew toy is all chewed out.
Goodbye, Beefios Takerton.
(SPRINGING)
Huh? Oh, it's you.
Sure would be lucky
if I suddenly found a new chew toy
to replace my old one.
(GASPS) I mean, just between us.
(HUMMING)
(EXCLAIMS)
-(TIRES SCREECHING) -(CRASHES)
(WOMAN SHRIEKS)
(SQUEAKS)
Wow.
All the new chew toys I could want.
That was some good luck.
(TOY SQUEAKING)
Wait a minute.
I think there's something about luck that I wasn't supposed to do.
-Nah, I'm sure it's nothing. -(TOY SQUEAKING)
(MUTTERING)
Huh? Oh.
(GASPS)
(STOMACH RUMBLING)
(ROARS)
(WHINING)
-(SPRINGING) -(GASPS)
Oh, it's you.
(MUTTERS)
(BUNNICULA SCREAMS)
Hey, look at all these carrots.
Hey, Frankie, next time you order restaurant supplies,
make sure you put that decimal point in the right place.
(EXCLAIMS)
Ah, this is the life.
Reading a brand-new book in my favorite quiet spot.
(CHEW TOY SQUEAKING)
Harold, what's with all the squeaking?
-(TOYS SQUEAKING) -What squeaking?
Harold, where did you get all those chew toys?
-These chew toys? -Yes.
Let's just say I lucked into them.
You lucked into them?
Hasn't Cricket lucked into them?
(HUMMING)
Bunnicula, how did you get all these carrots?
I got lucky.
Bunnicula says he just got lucky.
"Lucky"? As in cricket-lucky?
-(HIGH-PITCHED NOTE PLAYING REPEATEDLY) -Oh, no. That sound.
-You didn't. -Oh, no, I didn't do anything.
It's all your fault.
I just happened to have really good luck.
Yeah, me too.
I knew you couldn't control yourselves.
You both used the cricket's luck,
and now he's coming.
(CRYING)
Where? Where is he?
-CRICKET: Greetings. -(ALL SCREAM)
I'm all warmed up and ready to play.
Shall we begin, then?
(PLAYING HIGH-PITCHED NOTE REPEATEDLY)
(ALL SCREAM)
(WHIMPERING)
(GRUNTING)
(SCREAMING)
Huh? The sun.
Whew.
(HIGH-PITCHED NOTE PLAYING)
(SCREAMS)
No! I need something to block my ears.
(SIGHING) Ah, that's better.
Oh, no.
Oh, no. What have I done?
(SOBBING)
(WHINES)
Maybe I can drown it out with music.
-(CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYING) -(SIGHS)
(MUSIC DISTORTING)
Huh? What?
Aah!
(ALL PANTING)
(CRYING) Why is this happening?
Because you used the cricket's luck.
It had to be you.
Oh, no, you can ask Lugosi. He was there.
(SPRINGING)
Huh? Oh, it's you.
Sure would be lucky
if I suddenly found a new chew toy
to replace my old one.
(GASPS) I mean, just between us.
Okay, not really my problem.
This pogo stick makes me go bouncy, bouncy.
(LAUGHS MANIACALLY)
Yeah, a crazy day for both of us, huh, buddy?
Then Bunnicula. I knew it was you.
How else did you get all those carrots?
(MUTTERING)
(ROARING)
(WHINING)
(GASPS) Oh, it's you.
(MUTTERS)
But, Master, if you require luck,
why not simply use your lucky rabbit's foot?
(MUTTERING EXCITEDLY)
Okay, bye, Master. I love you.
Bunn says he used his lucky rabbit foot, not the cricket.
It wasn't either of us.
Oh, hello. There you are.
(ALL SCREAM)
A deal is a deal.
You used my luck, and now it's time for the music.
But we didn't use your luck.
It wasn't me, it wasn't Bunnicula.
-Uh-uh. -And Chester,
well, he would never use your luck.
He was the one who was most against it in the first place.
Tell him, Chester.
Yes, tell them, Chester.
Okay, it was me.
BOTH: Whoa.
BOTH: Chester!
All I wanted was some peace and quiet.
(BOTH LAUGHING)
Just my luck.
I got a brand-new book,
and Harold and Bunnicula are in my favorite reading spot.
(SPRINGING)
Huh? It's you.
It looks like you could use some good luck.
No, no way.
Under no circumstances will I use your luck.
-(CRASHES) -(BUNNICULA MUTTERING)
(COUCH SQUEAKING)
HAROLD: That is fun! (LAUGHING)
Some quiet would be really nice right now.
I guess just a little luck wouldn't hurt.
Those two shall now conveniently,
and luckily leave you alone.
-(SQUEAKING) -(POPS)
Beefy! No.
-(STOMACH RUMBLING) -(MUTTERS)
Let's go bury you in the yard, Beefy.
Wow, it worked.
Now, to enjoy the silence.
Sorry, guys.
For shame, Chester.
(MUTTERS)
I'll make this right.
Mr. Good Luck Cricket, please just play for me.
Right, then.
But this time, I feel like playing a different song.
(PLAYING CLASSICAL MUSIC)
(ALL EXCLAIM)
I am forever changed.
That was more melodious than a thousand squeaky toys.
The earlier song you were playing was just garbage.
This totally makes up for it.
(GASPS) You didn't like the other song?
How very rude indeed.
Well, I don't have to take this.
I'll take my good luck and good music elsewhere.
Good day.
(LAUGHS)
CHESTER: Wait! HAROLD: Mr. Good Luck Cricket, please.
CHESTER: Please come back.
HAROLD: That's why we can't have nice things.
(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)