(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)
(HISSING)
(GIGGLES)
-(BEEPING) -Oh, good.
Becky finally loaded the pictures from yesterday.
Aw, those...
Wait a minute. Really? Is that lettuce in my teeth?
(GROANS) I didn't even have lettuce yesterday.
Argh, why are so many people liking this? (GRUNTS)
What are you looking at?
I gotta go brush my teeth, apparently.
Forever! Ugh, come on...
BUNNICULA: Huh?
Hmm.
At-greater-than-dash-dash...
-Hey, Chester. -(HISSING)
What are you doing?
-Oh! -Who is Chet VonPerson?
Not that it's any of your business, but that's me.
It's a social media website that I go to
-to chat with humans. -What's this?
HAROLD: Aw, look at you
-playing in that box. -CHESTER: No, that's not…
-HAROLD: You're so cute. -CHESTER: Close this.
-Hey, wait a minute. Who is MollyC112... -BUNNICULA: Ah!
Now just stop it.
Aw, Chester, looks like she's got a thing for you.
Listen to this.
-"What a cute wittle kitty." -(BOTH LAUGHING)
She started "little" with a "W."
Okay, that's enough. Her name is Molly Cuddlesworth Kensington-Price,
-and she's just a friend. -(TAUNTING)
More than just a friend. Look at all these comments.
(GASPING) Chester!
Are you pretending to be someone on the Internet
just to get people to like you?
Well, duh.
What makes you think I'm any different?
(TALKING GIBBERISH)
I'm not typing from the toilet.
-Let me do it! -(HISSES)
Want a British friend too.
Harold, social media is a very delicate balance of wit and tact.
(SINGING) Gonna get a friend
A fancy British friend
CHESTER: No, no. You'll ruin it.
Stop! Now I gotta fix this.
"Dear MollyC1123..."
(WHISPERING) You're a really good typer.
(TALKING GIBBERISH)
"Sorry, my dog got on the keyboard."
-Send. -(BEEP)
CHESTER: (READING) "Find that adorable!"
She thinks I'm adorable.
No, you're a dunderhead.
"No, he's a dunderhead."
Send.
-(BEEPING) -BUNNICULA: Uh-oh.
Oh, okay, lady.
You're not the only one who knows from the animating emoticon store.
Let's see what you think of...this.
What? That had better be ice cream.
Oh, that tears it.
Unfriend. Ugh.
Another thing with emoticons...
-Hmm. -Wow.
-I've never seen him get so mad before. -Huh?
(CAWING)
(GROWLING)
Good night, Mina. I love you.
Good night, Chester. I love you.
Good night, Bunnicula. Wherever you are.
(WHISPERS) I love you.
Good night, Harold. I love you. I know.
And so good night.
I'll be seeing you tomorrow. (CAWING)
(SPEAKING GIBBERISH)
(CHUCKLING) Allow me to introduce myself.
I am Grimbyte of the Internet.
Have you ever noticed how hateful people get when they go online, hmm?
Well, that's my doing.
Harold, Harold, Harold, Harold.
Oh, hey, Chester.
-What's wrong? -Look.
I create and feed on anger.
As you can imagine, the Internet is the perfect place for me.
I absolutely loved the emotional feast your little Mina provided for me.
-Tomorrow, I'll bump it up a little. -(SNARLING)
(LAUGHING) See how easy it is?
Careful, little bunny. You might just be my next meal. (CAWS)
No, wait! Wait! What are you doing? No!
(GRUNTING)
Hey, wait for me.
Chester!
Whoa. So this is the Internet.
-Chester! -Harold!
That Grimbyte guy's trapped us in the Internet.
Get us outta here.
What's it like in there, you guys?
Well, it's a little like "get us," but mostly like "outta here."
Okay.
-How 'bout this? -Ow.
Ow! Ow, ow, Harold, ow, ow!
Maybe this'll work.
-What's happening? -(LAUGHING)
What the-- Argh.
CHESTER: Harold, what are you doing?
(WHISPERING) Uh, say something smart, say something smart.
I'm just randomly pushing keys and hoping for the best.
My, my, my.
Mr. VonPerson in person.
And you brought your little bunny Foo Foo too.
(TALKING GIBBERISH)
Yeah, apparently we're here to stop you from messing with Mina?
I wonder.
How far will you go to stop me?
Ugh, you know, we don't really need to go any further. We could just...
Aw, no, no, no, no, no-- (SCREAMING)
(MOANING)
I landed on my blaster.
CHESTER: Looks like we're in one of those online space shooters.
Okay, I don't think anyone has seen us yet.
-If we sneak away quietly, maybe we... -(BLASTER FIRING)
-Who did that? -Spawn campers! Nuke them.
Fire!
Error? What the...
No, no, no, no.
-The anger is actually giving him power. -Duh.
Ooh, ooh, ooh...
I gotta help, I gotta help, I gotta help... (GASPING)
-Ah! -Huh?
Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow...
-(LAUGHING) -Ow, ow, ow, ooh, ow.
CHESTER: "Super Corn Harvest?"
How the heck did we get here?
This is all your fault, you know.
-(TALKING GIBBERISH) -(IMITATING BUNNICULA)
That was you just now.
(CHUCKLING) That's right.
Dance, my puppets.
When are you gonna learn to talk?
Here, let me give you your first lesson.
Everything is all your fault.
-(GROWLING) -Let me hear you say it.
Dude, not cool.
(IMITATING CHESTER)
Oh, yeah? Okay.
So, you wanna throw corn, huh? Take that!
(GRUNTING)
Stand still!
Ah!
I dare you to try that again.
(SCREAMING)
You can throw anything you want at me, you still can't-- Oh!
Now I'm gonna show that short-tailed, long-eared lagomorph.
(ENGINE STARTING)
(EXPLOSION)
(LAUGHING)
Eat hot corn!
Hey, what? There's a cat in the corn?
Ugh, lame game.
(BEEPING)
Oh, hey. Are you guys all right?
No. That Grimbyte guy is making us do mean things to each other.
He's just so good at stirring up the hate.
Look, Bunnicula, I'm sorry I got mad and chased you with a combine.
(TALKING GIBBERISH)
(LAUGHING) Oh, oh, oh. How touching.
Don't get mad. That's what he wants.
Harold, do something.
-What? -I don't know.
-Do what you did last time. -Okay.
-(LAUGHING) I missed. -Harold!
-Okay, okay. -(BEEPING)
What? Oh, no.
Oh. It's horrible. Make it stop.
It's working.
It's hugely embarrassing, but it's working.
Keep doing whatever you're doing.
Okie-doke.
(BEEPING)
GRIMBYTE: No! It's horrible.
Oh, no. No, no, no, no, no... (SOBBING)
No. No. Make it stop. No, not all the kitties.
Oh, no, they're purring, oh, no.
(CHIRPING)
(LAUGHING)
(GIGGLING AND SNORING)
(ALL LAUGHING)
Yeah, I don't get it.
(SIGHING)
(TALKING GIBBERISH)
(LAUGHING)
-I still don't know what you're saying. -Hey, guys?
Want me to try to get you out of there?
You know what? As long as we're in here, I wanna check something out.
I'll be right back.
Now, let's see. It should be down here on the, uh...
There she is.
Oh, Molly. It's me, Chet VonPerson IRL.
(SCREAMING)
I'm never using the Internet again.
(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)