(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)
It's not in the couch, Harold.
HAROLD: Keep looking, you guys.
I'm really good at hiding things.
So it can be anywhere.
(MUMBLES)
What's so great about this toy, anyway?
Get this.
It's a squishy newspaper. (GIGGLES)
And it squeaks, when you chew on it.
(LAUGHING)
Not many newspapers can do that, you know? It's very special.
-It sounds like all your other toys. -No!
No. This one's different.
It's the only one that seems-- to get away.
Maybe Mina's using it to prop open the kitchen door.
I think, she's doing something in there.
(GASPS) Something. Oh, boy.
BUNNICULA: Mina.
Never before has man dared to create
a being of pure vegetab-- Ooh, an audience.
Hello, esteemed university investors,
come to witness my genius creation, or to balk, and confirm my madness.
Well, we shall see who is mad.
(LAUGHING RAUCOUSLY)
Ah, yes. Igor,
-we must prepare the static charge. -(MEOWING)
-Backwards pets. Backwards. -(ELECTRICITY CRACKLING)
And now, let there be life!
(VOCALIZING DRAMATIC MUSIC)
Ouch.
(GASPS) Movement. That totally counts.
(CELLPHONE RINGING AND VIBRATING)
(SCATTING)
(PSEUDO VOICE) This is Dr. Mina.
Why are you calling?
Uh, hi, Dr. Mina. Sir, is other Mina there?
-Marsha, it's me. -Oh. Okay.
We have a science project to do.
I've already started.
Is it the potato clock?
Yeah. Something like that.
Only more theatrical.
MARSHA: Oh, we can't get another D in Science.
I already bought the base for a volcano model.
Volcano? Marsha, everyone does that.
Oh, Mina, why you got to muck up my coat?
(SLURPS)
(ELECTRICITY CRACKLING)
(LAUGHING)
You jerk rabbit.
(LAUGHING)
(SNIFFING)
(ELECTRICITY CRACKLING)
Ha. Justice.
(ELECTRICITY CRACKLING)
Nope. Toy isn't here either.
Oh, hey, look at that.
-(GASPS) -Whoa.
-It's alive. -(SCREECHING)
(CUTLERY CLATTERING)
Bunnicula. Drain it. (GULPS) Drain it away.
(HISSING) Huh?
(SPOOKY MUSIC PLAYING)
Hey, come on. What's the holdup?
Do the fangy, sucky thing and make the monster doll go away.
-What? -(GIGGLING)
Harold, Harold. Can you explain what's going on here?
Poor oblivious Chester.
Yeah, I'm something of an expert when it comes to these things.
Can't you just see that this is just weird and wrong?
(GROANS)
Oh, you can't put a label on it, Chester.
Love is like a rubber newspaper chew toy, beautiful and hard to find.
And when you find it, you never let it go,
or lose it again!
Bunnicula has found his rubber newspaper toy!
-(EXCLAIMS) -(CHESTER GROANING)
(BOTH CHUCKLING)
All right, that's it.
Excuse us, please.
How's it going, man? Feeling okay?
Look, I know being in a relationship can be very time-consuming,
but I just want you to know
that Harold and I are still here, if you ever want to talk...
Hey, we were talking.
I can't borrow your man for two minutes?
(GROWLS)
What the-- Wow.
Can't handle the fact, maybe Bunnicula has other friends besides you?
(CLATTERING)
-(ELECTRICITY CRACKLING) -Stay away from my Bunnicula.
He belongs to me now.
(SCREAMING)
(GASPS) Oh.
(LAUGHING)
(GROWLS)
(GIGGLES)
(GRUNTING)
(GROWLING)
(PANTING) Harold. Harold. Harold. Harold!
(SNIFFING)
Here, newspaper chew toy.
She's bad news, Harold. Bad news.
-Who? -Bunnicula's girlfriend.
She slapped my face with her little radish hand. It was horrible.
Chester, you're not meddling in Bunnicula's personal life, are you?
For shame.
It's only because it's just a matter of time
before this whole thing leads to dangerous. I don't like it.
You should respect Bunnicula's decision to be in this relationship.
It's what he wants.
(SIGHS) Maybe you're right, Harold.
I guess, Bunnicula does seem pretty happy.
Who am I to assume Bunnicula's girlfriend
has a secretly sinister agenda?
HAROLD: That's very accepting of you.
CHESTER: It's not like Bunnicula's
under an evil love trance and has no will of his own.
HAROLD: Very unlikely.
CHESTER: Or that his girlfriend is a calculating psycho
with plans to harvest Bunnicula's supernatural energy
to create an army of vegetable Franken-zombie mutants,
so she can do us in and have him all for herself.
HAROLD: (LAUGHING) Yeah. That would be crazy.
Like our lives are some sort of a constant bad horror movie...
(EXPLOSION)
(ELECTRICITY CRACKLING)
Why is the storage shed glowing?
(ELECTRICITY CRACKLING)
(DOOR CREAKING)
I knew you were up to something.
We've come to stop you and all your reanimated
expressionless mutant zombie vegetable minions?
-(MUTANTS GROWLING) -Seriously?
(GRUNTING)
Bunnicula. Hello?
Bunnicula! Snap out of it!
Oh, my gosh.
-The Newbark Times newspaper toy! -(SQUEAKING)
-You came back to me! -(MUTANTS GROWLING)
Harold, we're surrounded.
I need to throw your toy to get Bunnicula's attention.
-No! Not the Newbark Times. -(SQUEAKING)
"The most trusted news source of fun." I love it so much.
"Sometimes, even if you love something, you have to let it go."
(GROWLING)
(MUTANTS GROWLING)
(SOBBING AND WAILING)
(SQUEAKING)
(SQUEAKS)
Ah!
(GROANING)
-Huh? -(KISSING)
(MUTANTS GROWLING)
(GRUNTING)
Yo. The prickly hairs on this okra are so scratchy.
Yeah. And I think this potato with arms is trying to choke me,
which really hurts emotionally more than anything.
(EXCLAIMING)
-(SHIVERING) -Whoa.
(GASPS)
Yay!
(YELLING)
(ELECTRICITY CRACKLING)
(SIGHS AND BLOWS)
Yeah. All right. We got them! Whoo-hoo!
Yeah, yay! (WHOOPING)
Whazaa!
-(ELECTRICITY CRACKLING) -(YELLING)
(SPEAKING GIBBERISH)
(SIGHS) Ow!
Your face is dumb, and you're bad at kissing.
I'm going to date a millionaire!
(SOBBING)
Oh, man. That was brutal.
I know that pain, Bunnicula.
I too have experienced a loss today.
Harold, your chew toy is right over there.
(GASPS) Reunited.
-(MUMBLING) -(SQUEAKING)
(SIGHS) There's no more passion.
You gonna be okay, Bunnicula?
Yeah, yeah. (MUMBLING INDISTINCTLY)
Yeah, it's an emotional rollercoaster for sure.
Up and down.
-The mysteries of love. -(SPLUTTERS)
I wonder how Mina's science project turned out.
Okay, Mina, I did the research paper.
That volcano ready for tomorrow?
Yeah. I just made a few modifications. Check it out.
It's freaky Tiki apocalypse monster volcano.
(IN DEEP VOICE) Give me and Marsha an A+
-and then run for your lives! -(HISSING)
(SOBBING) My parents are threatening reform school.
(THEME SONG PLAYING)