(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)
MINA: Okay, what did you get for number 32?
Name two pronouns.
(GIGGLING) Who, me?
It's a joke, see, 'cause "who" and "me," they're both pronouns.
-All right. -(SCRATCHING)
(GASPING) What's that sound?
Harold just wants back inside.
Uh, don't you have a dog door?
You know Harold, he's sweet, but he's a little slow.
No, I'm super-fast.
(PAWS SCREECH)
-Did you miss me? -No.
But you just missed a killer pronoun joke.
(TALKING GIBBERISH)
MINA: Did you know that our parents used to do math a completely different way?
Oh my gosh, that window just opened by itself.
-It's probably just a ghost. -"Just a ghost"?
Yeah, my aunt said this place is all sorts of haunted.
-"Haunted"? -Ah, that's awesome.
I bet it's Bloody Mary.
Oh, my gosh, how amazing would that be?
Who's Bloody Mary?
(BOTH LAUGHING EVILLY)
What is happening?
If you stand in front of a creepy mirror, like this one,
and say "Bloody Mary" three times,
then the ghost of Bloody Mary will appear
and scare you to death.
This sounds like a terrible idea.
See, Marsha knows what's up.
Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary...
Bunnicula, should I worry about ghosts in that mirror?
Hello, Bloody Mary?
-Ugh, you try, Mina. -Ahem.
-Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary. -CHESTER: Great.
No ghosts in the mirror.
Now, get over here, Bunnicula, before somebody sees that they can't see you.
-(TALKING GIBBERISH) -(CLOCK CHIMES)
Well, I got nothing. I guess it's up to you, Marsha.
Uh-uh, come on, girls.
We've got homework due first thing tomorrow.
(SIGHS) Fine.
I guess doing homework is better than getting scared to death.
Is it, Mina?
Hmm. Bloody Mary.
(GRUNTS)
Muddy Harry.
(GASPING)
(SCREAMING)
Whoa, your name is Muddy Harry?
I'll bet you're a mud monster, right?
(GARGLING)
Oh, my gosh, you're gonna be my new best friend.
Don't go anywhere, I need you to meet my other friends.
Ow! (CRASHES)
Prepare to have your minds blown right out of their socks.
Meet Muddy Harry.
-CHESTER: Hmm. -Hey, he was right here!
I swear, there was this creepy, dirty dude in the mirror.
Yeah, that's your reflection. Heh.
We gotta go into the mirror.
Hey, whatever makes you happy, man.
I'm just not sticking around to clean up the mess.
Hasta la bye-bye.
But he is real.
I'm going in.
(CLOCK CHIMING)
(GROANS)
Muddy Harry?
(LEAVES RUSTLING)
Oh, it's him!
Let me out, let me out, let me out.
All right! Didn't I just let you out, you crazy nut?
(PANTING)
Muddy Harry?
Why do people bury all this amazing dirt in the ground?
It's so weird!
Whoa, I get to meet a mud monster and a "me," all in the same night?
MINA: Harold, come.
Hey, wait up, me.
(PANTING)
Whoa!
MINA: Ah, You know Harold, he's sweet, but he's a little slow.
No, I'm super-fast.
(SPLUTTERING) Wait, I'm the real Harold.
That's my house and that's my Mina.
Hey, don't let my evil twin steal my life.
Oh, there's gotta be another way in.
Did you know that our parents used to do math a completely different way?
MARSHA: Oh, my gosh, that window just opened by itself.
-It's probably just a ghost. -"Just a ghost"?
I gotta find Muddy Harry, he'll know what to do.
(GRUNTING)
Hey, hey, Muddy-- (COUGHING)
There's mud in my mouth, for some reason.
(COUGHING)
Oh, hey, Muddy Harry. You're back in the mirror.
Muddy Harry.
(GASPING)
(SCREAMING)
Whoa, your name is Muddy Harry?
I'll bet you're a mud monster, right?
(GARGLING)
Oh, my gosh, you're gonna be my new best friend.
Muddy Harry turned into my evil twin?
(COUGHING) Gotta get this mud out of my mouth.
(SPLASHING)
Springtime fresh.
MARSHA: But what about mud ghosts?
MINA: Marsha, there's no such thing...
Hey, guys. Guess what.
-Ugh! -I dare you to guess what happened.
Harold, what is your problem?
My problem is that I can't find Muddy Harry,
but I did find my evil twin.
Don't trust anyone who looks like me.
Not a problem.
Why are you soaking wet?
Oh, I stuck my head in the toilet.
(CLOCK CHIMING)
Muddy Harry keeps going in here and I keep following him.
-Uh, come with me. -Harold, no!
Oh, great.
So, there's no ghosts in the mirror, but the mirror is a portal to somewhere.
Well, I'm not going in there after him.
There is not a force on this planet
that'll get me to go into that creepy mirror!
(SCREAMING)
Just so you know, I don't think you're cute.
Guys, things are getting weird.
I think we passed "getting weird" a half hour ago.
Whoa, I get to meet a mud monster and a "me," all in the same night?
-(DOOR OPENING) -MINA: Harold, come.
Hey, wait up, me.
Three Harolds.
This is it, I've finally lost it.
HAROLD: One of my twins just fell in the mud. What a dummy.
-(CLOCK CHIMING) -CHESTER: 8:30.
How can it be 8:30? Unless...
(GASPING) Harold, Bunnicula, come here!
I figured it out!
This mirror is actually a time machine
that goes backwards exactly one half hour.
-(TALKING GIBBERISH) -Bunnicula says, "You're right,"
that mirror used to belong to his former master.
Wait, Bunnicula, you knew about this?
Of course you did. But that's not the point.
The point is this is science fiction!
This is my jam!
MARSHA: But what about mud ghosts?
Hey, you guys have twins, too.
They're not twins, Harold. They're duplicates of us from the past.
This is why we can't keep going through the mirror.
There are already three Harolds running around the house.
Can you imagine what would happen if Mina saw more than one of you?
-Geronimo! -(GRUNTING)
Three times the love?
CHESTER: She'll probably think that there are stray dogs
look like you in the house
and send two of you off to the animal shelter.
And what if one of those two versions of you is actually you?
My brain, it's broken.
Kapow!
Thankfully, you only went through the mirror a few times.
So, if we wait in the cellar for just a couple hours,
the time stream should catch up with us.
Everything will go back to normal.
Oh, hey, everybody.
ALL: Hey, Harold.
Welcome to your worst nightmare.
(ALL CHATTING)
How did it get this bad?
Harold's obsessed with Muddy Harry and won't stop going through the mirror.
At this rate, within 48 hours,
Harold will be the dominant species on the planet!
-Are you my evil twin? -No, I'm just Harold.
Hey, that's my name, too.
(BOTH GASPING) Brothers!
(GRUNTING)
Number 8 here just went through to get a sandwich.
Peanut butter and ham...
(GASPING) They got PB and H in the past?
Oh, bring me some.
We don't know how many times Number 53 here went through,
but it was a lot.
I had to go back in time 40 cat years
-just to find him. -What?
You gotta stop him, Chester.
-(SNIFFING) -(EXCLAIMS)
How do we stop this nightmare?
It's not exactly science,
but in the latest Time Pickle graphic novel,
Time Pickle, Viking Time Pickle and Rocket Time Pickle
go into a time portal together
and are fused into one, single, awesome Time Pickle.
We theorize that we can do the same thing--
If all of us go back through the mirror together, at the same time.
-What he said. -(PURRING)
How are we gonna pull that off without the girls seeing?
All right, Harolds, buddy up with your Bunnicula.
It's time to take off.
(GIGGLING) I'm a ballerina.
-(CLOCK CHIMING) -Pack them in!
It's starting to smell like wet dog in here.
I'm gonna go back through the mirror, where it's a little less crowded.
There's only one reason to go through that mirror,
and it's to find Muddy Harry.
Harold, no!
You're Muddy Harry.
You fell in the mud, and then you went back in time and saw yourself.
It's just another past version of you, Harold.
No, that's impossible.
Is it true, Bunnick? Am I a monster?
Yeah. Ha-ha!
Where's Muddy Harry?
Bring me the sandwich.
Look what you did to me.
(STRAINING)
-Look at my butt. -Look at his butt.
You're Muddy Harry.
This is so messed up.
I just wanted to make friends with a mud monster.
But I'm the mud monster.
I'm already friends with myself.
And now there's so many of me that I don't wanna be friends with me.
I don't like to be negative, but this is a dumb mirror.
-(GRUNTING) -(MIRROR SHATTERING)
I just wish this mirror would go away
and then everything would be back to normal.
(SOBBING)
CHESTER: Harold, they're gone!
When the mirror broke, the timeline must have reset.
Oh, uh...
Well, I'm not exactly sure what any of that means, but good.
Okay, what did you get for number eight?
I'm glad that you guys are my friends.
But I'm also glad there's only one of you.
I just think it's kind of cool that we got to time travel.
But it does make you wonder, why would you want a time machine
that just goes back in time a half hour?
(LIGHTNING CRACKLING)
(DOORBELL CHIMES)
DRACULA: Oh, good, my pizza has arrived.
(EXCLAIMS) I forgot to tell them no garlic.
Bunnicula, would you be a dear?
Uh-huh.
Yes, I would like to order one pepperoni pizza. Oh...
(TALKING GIBBERISH)
And hold the garlic.