Gather round, folks, gather round,
'cause this is the year Brighton finally beats Perfektborg
at our own beloved game of turnipball!
Because Brighton has a secret weapon.
- A giant slingshot? - The power of love.
- A robot with lasers? - Me!
No, I give you the Titan Of Turnipball,
The Rookie Of Root-based Sports,
The Swoop With The Alley Oop,
Ollie Chen!
Is that good or bad?
This game is really confusing.
The kid's a natural!
We might actually have a shot.
I declare this day Get Your Hopes Up Too High Day!
♪ Our time has finally come ♪
♪ We'll wash off the stink of shame ♪
♪ For the first time in Brighton history ♪
♪ We may actually win a game ♪
♪ Every year, they dominate us ♪
♪ Shame our town, humiliate us ♪
♪ That all ends today because our secret weapon's here ♪
Aw, man, that's a lotta pressure.
♪ This is Brighton's year ♪
Molly, I know this will be our 25th time,
but can you go over the rules again?
Ha, no need. You're doing great, buddy!
♪ The whole world writes us off ♪
♪ They say we're clumsy and we're slow ♪
How dare they!
♪ Everybody thinks we're losers ♪
But are we gonna lose today?
It's possible!
♪ We'll destroy 'em ♪
♪ We'll defeat 'em ♪
♪ What a joy to finally beat 'em ♪
♪ Order tons of nonrefundable victory souvenirs ♪
♪ 'Cause this is Brighton's year ♪
♪ Thanks to our rookie sensation ♪
♪ This is Brighton's year ♪
♪ No need to temper expectations ♪
♪ Town morale is soaring ♪
♪ You just keep on scoring 'til the trophy's here ♪
♪ This is Brighton ♪
♪ This is Brighton's year ♪
OK, so I'm thinking I'm gonna possess the players, OK?
I'm gonna make 'em all walk around like a lot of drool,
think a lot of drool.
- Scratch, hey, look at me. - Yeah.
No ghosty tricks this time.
I wanna beat these jerks fair and square.
And then eat their pastries with my mouth.
Besides, with Ollie on our side, we can't lose!
Still don't understand the rules!
Come on!
You can't keep a dynamo like old Scratchy here on the bench.
Look, I know you wanna help,
but last time, it just went a little off the rails,
so can you please promise me
you're not gonna possess any of the players, or the coach?
I know what you're thinking.
Fine.
Or the turnipball.
Ah, take all the fun, why don't ya?
Look at those new fancy shmancy uniforms
with "no moth holes".
Syvertsson.
O'Connor.
And you must be team captain Quinby?
Yah. Kringle?
Half pretzel, half churro, all for Molly, ah!
Accept no gifts from the enemy!
This treat could be poisoned!
I can't believe I almost fell for that.
How low will they stoop?
Eh, Molly and her rules.
Hey, check it, the meatball's eating me!
Molly didn't say anything
about possessing discarded mascot costumes.
I love a good loophole.
Let's play turnipball!
Molly, what do I use here,
the golf club or the cricket bat with the googly eyes?
Exactly!
Now go out there, and show 'em what Brighton's made of.
Was that good?
That boy's got some serious heat!
Dinner is served, and meatball's on the menu.
Spa-ghett out of the way, meatball.
Oh, boy, we got ourselves
an old-fashioned mascot dance off!
Whoa, that's gotta hurt...
- Ow. - ...his ego.
What a save by Chen!
And the turnip didn't splatter,
so that's more points for Brighton!
Ooh, you absolute dreamboat!
We're up 17 to four!
I can see that golden turnip in our trophy case now.
Can you see it? Tell me you can see it!
Molly, I have no idea what I'm doing.
Uh, what's happening?
Ah, that's the purple card for the hotshot rookie.
Now he's gotta cool his heels in the penalty box.
Everyone has to freeze and be silent
when you hear the vuvuzelas!
I don't even know what a vuvuzela is!
With Brighton's boy wonder out of commission,
you can be sure Perfektborg will take full advantage.
Well, cock-a-doodle-darn.
That's the signal for seventh half-time.
Those Perfektborgians are too perfect!
Ah! And it stinks!
that's not the stink of perfection.
It's... Hmm.
Flaky crumbs delicately drizzled with sugar?
This is kringle!
Those beautiful bullies
have been sneaking around our locker room!
You think they might be...
- cheating? - Rigged!
Get your turnip popcorn here!
Turnip dogs, fresh squeezed turnip juice!
Snack girl, I'll take one of everything.
Thanks, mister!
Let's see how funny you are
when you're covered in concession stand
condiments, pal.
Got any turnip tornadoes?
Thanks, Meatball.
♪ Sneaking into their locker room ♪
♪ Gonna find proof they're cheating ♪
♪ And the horns are, like, bah-nah-bah-nah-bah-nah ♪
Oh, secret playbook, huh?
What are you doing in our locker room?
Oh, no, is someone injured?
If so, please take our medical supplies.
We have kitty and puppy bandages.
Which do you prefer? Maybe the puppies?
Oh, yeah, absolutely, no contest.
Wait, what happened to your scary voices,
and your scary frowns?
You mean, our game faces?
Game faces?
We demonstrate fierce, friendly,
fierce, friendly, fierce, friendly!
So you're not mean, or evil?
Perfektborg is good?
My worldview is crumbling!
Quinby, get her a kringle.
Oh, corn, this is so good.
I'm sorry, I was convinced you were cheating.
We don't even have a word for that in our native tongue.
But then, why were you in our locker room?
Oh, we left a basket of kringles as a treat.
Did you not get them?
Oh, whatever could've happened to them?
We have a pest problem.
I let competition cloud my judgment.
I made you the enemy but, mm, seriously these are so good.
And so are you, it's just Brighton needs a win
after 129 years.
There is only one thing to do.
Yah, we throw the game,
and allow you to feel the victory thrill.
You'd do that for us?
Yah, it will be nice
to feel the thrill of pitiful failure.
Well, "pitiful" wasn't necessary, but thank you?
All right, Meatball.
Prepare to get served.
Let me out of this warm embrace! Eeh!
Mm, what are you doing?
You're right, Meatball.
Who am I mad at? Not you!
You're just a random meatball with vacant googly eyes.
I'm not mad at you, I'm mad at myself.
You're the wisest being I've ever met,
and I met Abraham Lincoln once.
I don't know what happened,
but Perfektborg isn't lookin' so perfect anymore!
Not the sudden death zone!
That gives 170 points to Perfektborg and ends the game!
Perfektborg wins again,
with a final score of 176
to 22 and 1/4.
Stupid sport.
Everything has googly eyes, nothing makes sense.
We are so sorry.
We'll try harder to lose next year.
Really gonna miss that guy, you know?
So humble, so wise, so tasty with gravy.
Feeling worried about the good folk of Brighton.
I don't know if they're ever gonna recover from this.
Another disgusting loss at the hands of Perfektborg.
But, we didn't get shut out, let's celebrate!
Woo, we'll get 'em next year!
Woo!
I guess scoring any points is a victory for Brighton.
You want half of this kringle?
I can't believe you're even asking me.
I said half!
♪ The Ghost and Molly McGee ♪