[Elle] Grass, tree, dirt.
Wow! The countryside is so... the same.
The city was right to cut this stuff down
and put up street signs.
-Where should we go, Gizmo? -[angry chirp]
You still mad about Sam?
Yeesh, you'd think I ditched you on the train.
-[angry chittering] -Oh, so I'm the bad guy?
The Odd-Odd almost ate-ate you
because Sam was too scared to do anything.
-[angry chitter] -Fine.
But if you want to reach your "Ghost City,"
you gotta work with me.
Hmph.
[thunderclap]
-[scared chittering] -Hey, no need to panic.
This isn't just a weapon.
-Okay, panic a little. -[whimpering]
[grunts] Seriously, can the countryside get any worse?
[dramatic music playing]
[theme music playing]
[gasping] Finally, shelter!
Those bandits wouldn't stop chasing me.
[mock sobs]
[Meng Po] Oh! [chortling]
Oh, my goodness!
You're soaked from the rain and tears.
Let's get you cleaned up.
You're safe here, Miss Dandelion Puff.
[chuckles] No bandits allowed at my inn.
But I, I can't pay.
The bandits took everything Grandma gave me.
-And, and maybe even Grandma. -Aw! So sad.
So here's something happy,
Meng Po's Inn isn't only bandit-free,
it's also free-free. [cackles]
-Free? -You heard right.
Hugs are the only acceptable currency here.
And I require payment up-front!
[grunting]
And the fun surprises just keep coming because...
tonight, we're having crispy duck
in honor of the Mid-Autumn Festival!
-[man] Yay! Thank you, Meng Po! -Happy Moon Festival!
Oh, I love crispy duck.
I hate the Mid-Autumn Festival.
-Who doesn't like a festival? -Maybe she hates moons.
Or autumn.
Hey, judgy junipers!
Don't you all have plates to clear?
Here, sip this, little lilac.
[suspenseful music playing]
[nervous chuckle] Thanks.
-Wow, what a chandelier! -Aw, cherish.
Oh! It is unique, isn't it?
My sister designed that.
Oh, does she work here too?
Once. My parents did too,
but that was all very long ago.
There I go, being a Sappy Sally. [chuckles]
[gasps] Oh? You drank it all?
Fear makes me thirsty, but now I feel... fine?
Must be good tea!
[dramatic music playing]
[chortling] You do seem more relaxed.
Yin, show our new guest her room?
Welcome.
It's my first day too!
[insincere chuckle]
Hmm.
Step one, find Elle and Gizmo.
Step two, apologize to Gizmo for losing him.
Step three-- [yelps]
[screaming]
[intense music playing]
-[evil laughter] -[zap]
[grunting]
[laughter]
What are those things doing to themselves over there?
Doesn't matter. What we need to do is get out of here.
[inhales and exhales]
Step one, we find a way out of here.
Step two, we find a way to help Sam.
Step two-point-five, I hug him and never let go ever again.
[dramatic music playing]
Huh!
[chuckles] Still mad, huh?
[grumbles]
[yelps]
[Elle chuckles]
-[blows raspberry] -Yeah, same to you.
But look, we're stuck here till the rain lets up,
so you and I need to find out what we're dealing with.
There's something off about Meng Po, and her guests,
-and definitely her tea. -Huh?
-I say we sneak around and maybe-- -Uh-uh!
Oh! [laughs] You want to stay here, alone?
-Sure, I'll miss you. -[chitters]
Yeah, you know, didn't the Odd-Odd say
that magical beings could smell you and your yummy immortality?
It would be a shame if I wasn't there to save--
-[rustling] -Shh!
[both] Shh! Shh! Shh! Shh!
[groans]
-[Meng Po humming] -[rustling]
[thunderclap]
[hums]
[suspenseful music playing]
Hmm.
[Gizmo] Hmm.
-New girl! -[yells]
-Wanna see a neato trick? -Oh, um, sure.
Huh, neat.
Name's Wei, by the way.
Elle. Super nice inn, huh?
Know how long Meng Po's been running it?
Eh, no clue. Just got here today, like you did.
All of us did.
But, boy, I sure am glad
I'm not the only teenager here anymore.
All the other guests are so old.
Sometimes people think I'm 17, but I am actually 15.
Ah... Yup. I would not guess that you're 15.
Uh, well, I'm going to go get to know this place
a little bit better.
See you around, uh, fellow teenager.
[awkward chuckle]
[suspenseful music playing]
Has anyone seen a girl with shaggy hair and a catdog?
Because I have business with her.
Oh, come in, Mr. Cutie Bao.
I'd be angry too, out there in the rain.
-[chortling] -Oh. Thank you.
Drink, drink.
Hot tea will cool that temper.
Ooh, I do love a good herbal blend.
Ah.
Oh, cutie bao, you have lived more life than I expected.
[intense music playing]
[distorted laughter]
There. I think you feel happy now.
Yes... I do feel happy now.
Now maybe do some chores?
All my guests like to help out.
I like to help out.
[Gizmo] Hmm.
Huh.
See, Giz? No horses. No trails in or out.
It's like no one has come or gone in a long time.
But everyone thinks they arrived today.
-[knock on door] -[both gasp]
Hello?
Is someone here?
Meng Po asked me to clean the stables.
Sam's here?
He must want to kill me.
Or at least lecture me to death.
[Gizmo straining]
[Elle sighs]
[excited chittering]
Whoa! Aw, he's such a cute baby panda dragon?
Huh? [whines]
-I'm Sam, by the way. -I'm--
You just got here?
-Yep. Arrived today. -'Course you did.
And you've never seen us before?
Nope. But I'm excited to get to know you guys.
Tell you what, after I'm done cleaning,
let's have a cup of Meng Po's tea.
It's dee-lish!
Huh, the tea.
Hey, Sam, is it? Let us help you.
You take that side, and we'll clean over here.
It's the tea, Giz.
You know, I never asked,
-can I call you Giz? -[annoyed chirp]
I've heard angrier chirps from you,
so I'm gonna take that as a yes.
Giz, what if the tea is wiping people's memories?
Maybe that's why Sam doesn't know who we are,
why everyone thinks they got here today,
and why Meng Po keeps pushing her tea.
Everything else in our lives is magic these days,
so why wouldn't the tea be too?
So, Giz, it's time for you to fix it. Magic away!
Huh?
Eh, figured you're magic, the tea's magic...
Know what, it was worth a try.
[both] Hmm.
[chittering]
[gasps] Sam could help, if Meng Po's brain-suck tea
didn't erase all of his herb knowledge.
I mean, that guy who's the world's oldest 15-year-old
still remembers his card tricks, so...
Hey, Sam. Got a new chore for you!
Meng Po told you she wants us to organize all of this?
What an honor! Look at all she has.
Ginseng, gingko, leeches.
Ooh, that's thunder god vine. Great for arthritis.
That mushroom cures itchy feet. That one makes feet itch.
Not sure why you'd want to do that, but you can.
You know how to use all of this stuff?
Ooh, these leaves. I've only read about them.
Supposedly, they can wipe memories.
Oh, and here's five-spice powder.
That's dangerous... -ly tasty!
Mmm-hmm. Back up a bit.
If someone, say, had their memory wiped with this stuff,
-there a way to undo it? -Hmm.
It's tricky, but there is one powder
that can reverse any bad effect.
[suspenseful music playing]
[sniffing]
There. Just eat or inhale this,
and all the toxins should clear out.
This chore is fun. And you're pretty cool.
[somber music playing]
-[chirps] -[gong sounds]
Oh, yay! It's time
for the Mid-Autumn Festival dinner.
I hate the Mid-Autumn Festival.
[Yin] Festival time!
I knew something was off about you.
[Elle] No, no, no, no, no.
I was just looking for, uh... the door!
[shrieks]
[growling]
[grunts]
[coughing]
[groans] Gizmo?
-[gasps] Gizmo! -[exclaims]
[sighs] Wait.
Where are we? Is Elle here?
[grunting]
Precious patrons, stop her!
-[guest] Whoo! -[clattering]
[grunts]
Look, if I'm going to be honest,
I'm really more of a coffee drinker.
My tea is an acquired taste, but you'll love it soon.
-[zap] -Ow!
[laughter]
You, Henchman Number One.
It's Sebastian, sir.
Don't humanize yourself to me. Apply the water.
[sniffing and hissing]
[sniffing]
Ah! [groaning]
[yells]
[ricocheting]
[suspenseful music playing]
[gasps]
[laughing]
[laughing hysterically]
[zap]
[laughter]
Interesting.
Not only are these hideous mogwai stronger,
but I can make more whenever I want.
Easier than recruiting new henchmen.
[Henchman 2 moans]
I simply need to channel their destructive energy.
Whoa, look at 'em! They're kinda cute when they--
-[chomps] -[yelling]
[zap]
[groans]
[sinister chuckle]
Sir, I'm not so sure they can be channeled.
Oh, you have no vision.
That's why I'm the boss, and you're Henchman Number Two.
And don't you dare tell me your real name.
After a few days trapped here without food,
they will become compliant.
You shall see.
-Now's our chance. -To do what? Also scream?
Just so you know, that arm will get infected.
He'll lose it if it doesn't get treated.
Uh-huh. And just so you know, I don't care.
Sure, but it's going to smell. Oof, really bad.
Like rotten chicken mixed with rancid milk.
The kind of smell where you sorta taste it too--
Stop! [gags] Stop!
I can prevent that. I just need astringent, fresh bandages,
string, and my assistant.
This is a two-person job.
Especially if we need to amputate.
-[exclaims] -[Greene] Fine.
But as soon as you're done providing medicinal services,
you're back in the magic bubble.
That's actually what it's named?
Actually, its proper name is a curse,
only spoken by demons of the 7th Court.
If you do amputate, I want the arm.
[snaps fingers]
[grunting]
I only give my tea to the ones who need it.
The ones without family or friends.
Lonely lost lambs.
Back before I made this tea,
we would go weeks, months without a guest.
It broke my parents' hearts.
And after they passed, my sister left as fast as she could, so I...
I had no choice.
Anyway, the isolation started to get to be too much,
until I discovered a way to get people to stay.
I could keep them here.
I could make sure no one would ever feel pain
like I did, ever again.
[coughs]
[gasps]
[imperceptible]
[sniffles]
[cackles]
[chittering]
Drink.
[suspenseful music playing]
[grunting]
[exhales]
[Meng Po] Oh, a Mid-Autumn Festival celebration.
How beautiful.
No, it's not.
The worst thing that ever happened to me
was during that Mid-Autumn Festival.
I was seven years old.
My parents and I were celebrating as usual.
Then we got separated.
[intense music playing]
[inhales and exhales]
[grunts]
[Elle moans]
[gasps]
[grunting]
[Greene laughs]
Oh, dear, whoever you're looking for is long gone.
But you're in luck.
I repurpose all kinds of trash.
Daddy!
Mommy? Mommy!
I waited days and days for them to come get me.
But they never did.
Later, I heard why.
Every year, we would steal floating lanterns
and resell them during the festival.
Easy money.
But without a kid slowing them down,
my parents got greedy.
They grabbed too many lanterns, and before they knew it,
they were floating high above the city.
No one ever found out how long they held on for.
But their cries echoed through the night.
Weeks later, a fishing net caught my mother's left shoe.
They never found the right one.
Okay, that's a good reason
to hate the Mid-Autumn Festival.
But it's still no excuse.
She abandoned me, left me alone, and...
Oh. Just like how she was left. We've got to save her.
[chirps]
[whimsical music playing]
Hmm.
Ah!
[excited chittering]
Gizmo, I really missed you.
[sighs]
There, there...
Let it all out.
[purposeful music playing]
-[screams] -[gasps]
[both sigh in relief]
[music continues]
[groans]
[gasps]
[gong sounds]
[Yin] Crispy duck time!
What? It is?
[sneezes]
[screams]
-Huh, who are you? -[chirps]
[gasps]
Stop! Don't eat that, cutie baos!
[gasps]
[gasping]
Sam? What do you...
Wait. You still don't remember me, do you?
Who can forget the girl that disconnected them from a moving train?
Ooh, is that sarcasm, Sam Wing?
-Do you want me to save you or not? -[Meng Po shrieks]
No. Let go. [grunting]
Sweet sprout, help me!
We are not listening to you anymore.
I helped you!
The tea of forgetting took away your pain.
[Elle] No.
She stole years of your lives,
all to satisfy her own selfish needs.
The tea of forgetting is too good for her.
Without her magic trapping people here,
Meng Po will soon be left all alone.
No one to talk to, no one to boss around,
no one to give a fig about her.
But if you take her memories,
she won't even know what she's missing.
Her punishment should be remembering that she had
everything she ever wanted and she lost it all.
Fine. I just want to go home.
[Wei] I just want clothes that fit.
[huge guest] I just remembered my real name.
Come back. Come back.
Come back.
Come back... [crying]
Come back...
-[chirps] -[chuckles]
You coming?
[somber music playing]
You still want me to go with you?
We need you. Who else is going to sneak us onto trains?
Plus, after seeing all you've been through--
Please spare me the sad boo-boo eyes. Ugh.
You know, I liked it better when your memory was wiped
and you just thought I was cool.
Um, never thought that, and lying is definitely not cool.
Giz, didn't Sam say I was pretty cool?
-[chittering] -Gizmo!
Who's side are you on? And are you okay with being called Giz?
[Elle] Oh, he loves being called Giz!
Well, only I can call him Giz, actually.
He won't let you call him Giz. We're really good friends now.
[laughter]
[high-pitched screech]
[chattering]
[dramatic music playing]
[music intensifies]
[theme music playing]