[theme music playing]
[growls]
[laughing]
[narrator] It was a dark and stormy night.
All the inhabitants of the Orlock slumbered in their beds.
All that is, except for Bunnicula.
That lovable nocturnal vampire rabbit.
-Huh? -For him, this night would prove
to be no ordinary night.
[speaking indistinctly]
Bunnicula went to the refrigerator to dine on a nice, juicy carrot.
[slurps, then sighs]
He reached for a second carrot.
-Then he paused. -Hmm.
He had changed his mind.
Because he realized he had been getting more cuddly recently...
-[speaks indistinctly] -...if you know what I mean.
[speaks indistinctly]
[laughs]
-In the end, he drained the carrot anyway. -[speaks indistinctly]
What a little butterball.
Wha-- [groans]
[grumbling]
Bunnicula popped on the couch to watch some telly.
He couldn't wait to find out what happened on the season finale of his favorite show,
Real Life Businesswomen of Atlanta.
He had been following the program for several months.
-[shushes] -And tonight,
they would soon reveal the shocking secret
that it was Zoey who had used Jeanette's toothbrush in season one!
Upset that his show had been spoiled,
Bunnicula threw a little tantrum and began to sulk.
But soon he would truly have a reason to be upset.
For the real danger to him and his friends was quickly approaching.
What? [speaking indistinctly]
Bunnicula rushed into Mina's room and roused his friends from their slumber.
[speaking indistinctly]
[moans, then yawns]
-I'm awake. -Come on, Bunnicula. I'm too tired.
-[Mina sighs] -Chester's irritating high-pitched voice
threatened to wake Mina from her slumber.
My voice isn't irr-- Wait, who said that?
[speaking indistinctly]
Bunnicula explained that upon waking,
he began hearing a voice delivering an accompanying commentary
to his every action.
So we're hearing a narrator?
And as Chester continued to waste everyone's time,
a creeping danger had entered the apartment.
[speaking indistinctly]
-Come on, Chester! Let's follow Bunnicula. -I don't suppose I can sit this one out?
Chester said, although he already knew the answer.
[sighs] It's gonna be a long night.
Okay, Bunnicula. What's this about a great danger?
[speaking indistinctly]
Bunnicula reluctantly admitted that he was not sure what the danger was.
Meanwhile, Harold wondered if eyebrows were considered facial hair.
Yeah, are they? Do you know?
At that moment, a loud noise came from the laundry room.
And there, at the end of the hallway stepped out a savage, uh, mouse.
[squeaking]
-Aah-- It's a mouse. -Oh, it's a mouse.
-That's not scary. -No. Uh...
Wait. I’ve got this.
What stepped out was a mouse with a large chip on its shoulder.
-Uh... I'm not sure that's much better. -[speaking indistinctly]
[chuckles] Come on. I'm a cat.
Fine. What emerged was a mischief of mice.
[squeaking]
Well, now I feel like he's making fun of us.
Oh. What if the mice were attached to, like, a gorilla?
And the mischief of mice, they were attached to a body of a gorilla.
Ooh. And give it a scorpion's tail.
-Wait. What? -Yes, yes.
The mischief of mice were attached to the body of a gorilla with a scorpion's tail.
And anything else?
-Ooh. Dragon wings! -No. Make it butterfly wings!
Yes. What stepped out was a mischief of mice,
attached to the body of a gorilla, with a scorpion's tail and dragon wings!
Now that's a monster I can be afraid of. Right, guys?
Bunnicula sprang into action!
But the beast had garlic spewing glands.
[yelling]
[Harold and Chester yelling]
[Bunnicula yelling]
Down halls and upstairs, our trio heroically ran away in terror.
For a moment, the behemoth lost sight of his target.
He quickly realized the animals were hiding under the chair.
The other chair.
[narrator clears throat]
The animals ran down the hall
until suddenly they came upon a dead end.
-What dead end? -That dead end.
The titanic brute had them cornered, when suddenly...
a handsome stranger intervened.
-Wow. -Whoa.
Come with me if you wanna get out of here.
Since when do you have a motorcycle?
What are you talking about, Chester?
I've always had a motorcycle.
The motorbike exploded out of the Orlock and raced into the night.
We've got trouble, guys.
There's a gang of mutant bikers riding into town.
Without warning, a gang of mutant bikers rode into town.
-You gotta be kidding me. This is crazy. -Don't worry.
We just need to remind them whose town this is.
Patches leaped into action.
The mutant hordes were no match for his might.
When did Patches become so athletic?
Chester marveled at the amazing form and unmatched prowess of Patches.
He knew deep down, he couldn't compare.
Yeah, well, maybe I prefer brains over brawn.
Chester's jealousy was terribly unsightly.
-Hey! -Heads up, guys.
We're not out of this yet.
Alien forces descended upon the Earth!
Seriously? Alien forces?
Yes, seriously.
Unfortunately for them, New Orleans was the home of Patches,
the inventor of the first transmorphable motorcycle battle plane!
You invented the first transmorphable motorcycle battle plane?
[speaks indistinctly]
You got that right, bucko. You might wanna hold on to something.
Ace pilot Patches deftly maneuvered his plane between enemy laser fire.
Hey, Ace Pilot? Can you roll the window down?
I like to stick my head out-- Aah!
Whee!
[laughs] Huh?
Suddenly, alien reinforcements convened. The ship was surrounded!
[speaks indistinctly]
The enemy managed to land a lucky shot to the starboard engine.
It looks like we're gonna have to abandon ship.
Bunnicula, pull that eject lever.
Bunnicula did as he was instructed.
Our heroes abandoned their doomed ship, and calmly headed home.
-Whee! -[Chester screaming]
[both grunting]
[speaks indistinctly]
Whoa! Bunnicula and company. Thanks for dropping in.
[groans] Huh? Patches? Wait...
Hey.
-What-- But... -[Patches chuckles]
Who's that ruggedly handsome cat over there?
There's something oddly familiar about you.
Two Patcheses?
[chuckles] Oh!
But which one is the real one, right?
I know. You look just like the strikingly handsome hero in my story.
-Cool. -Wait. Hold up.
What do you mean "story"?
Well, a story is when you use words to describe scenes in a--
I know. I know what a story is! What story are you talking about?
[Patches] Over here at my desk. It's my Bunnicula fan fiction.
It's about all the adventures that he and I get into.
-[speaks indistinctly] -It's got everything.
Ninjas, dinosaurs, explosions, aliens.
The whole enchilada.
Uh-huh. And what's with that obviously magic quill?
Oh. You mean my lucky writing feather?
Yeah, I found it in your basement.
The ideas have just been flowing from my mind ever since I started using it.
That's the problem! When's the last time you looked out your window?
What's that now?
Whoa! It's all the stuff from my story!
Well, most of it. Just missing one thing.
What one thing?
[thudding]
Oh, hey. Look.
[thudding continues]
Oh, no, Patches. What did you do?
What is it?
[Patches laughs]
It's the Giga-Gorgon, man.
[roaring]
Ooh! Hooray! [laughs]
This is no time to be excited. This is time to freak out!
Don't worry, guys.
I got this.
Attaboy, Patches! You got this!
He did make quick work of the mutants before. Come on, Patches!
[grunting]
-Yeah! Take him out, Patches! -Go Patches! Go Patches!
All right, buddy. Time to--
I'm okay.
Oh, yeah. The Giga-gorgon, he's invincible.
[roaring]
Oh, no! I gotta do something.
Idea! You guys, I just had the best idea!
-What if I--? Forget it, I'm just gonna... -[Chester screaming]
[narrator] Suddenly, all of the mutants and the Giga-Gorgon transmuted into food.
[laughs] Marshmallows. Good job, Harold.
[narrator] Chester's elation would be short-lived, though.
As the food monsters were just as fierce as before.
Food monsters? [screaming]
I forgot to write they weren't monsters. This thing have an eraser?
Harold, get us out of here!
I don't know. It's not so bad.
[sniffles, then sighs]
I got another idea!
Geronimo!
Ow! [grunts]
I'm gonna get you.
Don't struggle. You'll only sink deeper.
Hmm.
You want a piece of me? I'll take a piece of you!
Oh, you're delicious!
[speaks indistinctly]
Come at me, doughnut!
What?
What just happened?
[indistinct chattering]
[laughs]
Bunnicula? Did you do this?
[speaks indistinctly]
That's a lot of Minas.
I should probably protest, but this is heaven.
[yawning]
-Morning, Mina. -Morning, Dad.
-Good morning, Mina. -Morning, Dad.
[laughs]
-Good morning, Minas. -Morning, Dad.
Oh, why, look at that. Thanks for the pancakes, Mina.
You got it, Dad.
[clears throat]
[stammers] Wait a minute.
Isn't Sunday Waffle Day?
[closing theme playing]