Is it gross? It's gross, isn't it?
No. It's, um...
Okay, I want to soften this blow, but it's very bad.
I'm not asking you, Molly. I'm asking her.
- Oh. - Yes, medically speaking,
this is super gross.
I've run exhaustive tests,
completed a full metaphysical exam,
and I have to conclude there's nothing wrong with you.
These bubbles are psychosomatic. The problem is in the mind.
[gasps] His beautiful brain? Can you help him?
No, I'm not going into someone's mind.
Weird stuff in there. Bye!
A bill? For that?
And she's out of network?
Well, maybe there's something in here.
Molly, I told you that "Rare Curses" book
is for the Chairman's eyes only.
Do you want to get better or not?
Yeah, okay, go nuts.
Ooh, a curse to turn me from 13 to 30
to learn a lesson about the magic of childhood?
Saving you for later.
Oh, here we go.
A mind portal.
It lets us search your subconscious.
Whoa, I was kind of hoping
for something less invasive.
Maybe more topical. Like a tincture or something?
Scratch, you look like a bottle of soda someone shook up.
If you don't do something, the carbonation's gonna explode.
But going into my mind?
There's pretty complex stuff going on in there.
I like tacos.
Hey, if you're searching for something you're gonna want me,
a world-renowned seeker in the art of hide-and-seek.
- Found you! - How?
Yeah, all right. Let's get it over with.
As Chairman of the Ghost World I cast a portal to the mind.
With access to the depths, answers we shall find.
Ooh! Gonna search all the crevices of your mind,
get to know you so good!
Whoa, this is what your subconscious looks like?
Feels a bit uninspired on my part,
but the mind is a mystery.
See? Mystery.
Hi. You can go now.
- [snorts] - Okay.
How do we know what we're looking for?
Well, the book said to follow the ghostly glow.
We'll find it in no time.
We know all the best hiding spots in the house.
It's time to enter... seeker mode.
Ooh.
♪ I'm trying to find ♪
♪ What you're hiding ♪
♪ In your mind ♪
♪ Trying to find ♪
♪ What you're hiding ♪
♪ Digging deep ♪
♪ In your brain ♪
♪ Kinda cool ♪
♪ Also very, very strange ♪
♪ Search the closet ♪
♪ Check the couch ♪ Ew!
♪ Your stuffed animals Are freaking me out ♪
Easy, Twinkle Spots!
♪ I'll find that glow I'll find it fast ♪
♪ I'll help by searching ♪
♪ The tacos of my past ♪
Hey, Scratch. I missed you, bud.
Mm. Not now.
♪ I'm trying to find ♪
♪ What you're hiding ♪
♪ In your mind ♪
♪ Got to seek it urgently ♪
- ♪ But where could it be? ♪ - I don't know.
♪ You can hide it From yourself ♪
♪ But not from me ♪
♪ I'm trying to find ♪
♪ What you've been hiding ♪
♪ Hiding, hiding in your mind ♪
It's got to be here somewhere. What hiding spot am I missing?
Well, I guess I have a little secret spot
you don't know about.
Just, uh, look away.
Scratch, you've got to start opening up.
Hiding things is what got you all bubbly to begin with.
Fine. I mean, you're too big to get in my dollhouse anyway.
But don't go thinking you can take my secret stash
of hard candies just because you know where I hide them.
Molly McGee, what have I told you
about putting stickers on my house?
I didn't put that there!
You vetoed all my door decoration suggestions
on principle, remember?
I don't want the place to look inviting
when no one is invited.
It's false advertising.
Oh, wait, look! It's glowing.
That must be what we're looking for.
- But what about my hard candies? - [Molly screams]
[both scream]
Where are we?
[snorts]
Deeper into my subconscious.
And it looks like a boat?
Oh, maybe that means you're emotionally adrift?
Uh, you're not a mental health professional.
Don't psychoanalyze me.
It's not even a real boat. It's made of cardboard.
Wow. My imagination is really phoning it in, huh?
Sweet strawberry soda!
[Molly] Whoa. Literally.
[smacks lips]
Mm. Artificial flavoring
and FDA-approved dyes?
That is strawberry soda, all right.
"Surly Sid's."
Are we inside a bottle?
A cardboard ship in a Surly Sid's strawberry soda bottle?
What is my mind doing?
Maybe this is a metaphor
for how you're bottling your emotions up.
You've been repressing your feelings,
and now they're bubbling up to the surface.
That's not-- I don't-- No.
There's no evidence I repress my feelings.
Uh, think there is, bud.
Okay, fine. I'm irritated about this whole bubble situation.
- That's one thing. - Great. That's good.
And I'm freaking out
because I don't know what any of this means,
and I don't know how deep we're going to have to go
- to get answers. - Hey, keep going.
[Scratch] And then there's all this stuff...
- Uh-huh. - ...that's been brewing in me,
and I don't know how to deal with it!
And that, whatever that thing is, that scares me, okay?
- I'm scared! - [both scream]
[gasps] Scratch, you did it!
You stopped repressing your feelings.
Yeah. Yeah, I did.
And it feels like a burden was lifted off my shoulders.
Okay, now we can get out of here.
Three, two, one.
[both scream]
Okay, we're still in your subconscious.
I guess it wasn't just your feelings you were repressing.
There's something else.
Well, this looks pretty simple. Just go open the trunk?
I mean, seems kind of anticlimactic, right?
Yeah.
Okay, I should not have said anything.
How are we gonna get up there?
Uh, just a guess.
Hmm. Okay.
Wait a minute. Why am I climbing?
[screams and crashes]
Why, subconscious? Why?
[grunting]
[both grunting]
Okay, what is with this monkey already?
Why is it in a suit? And why is it on the phone?
Maybe it's got monkey business to attend to.
[laughs]
Do you get it?
- Because he's... - You know, they say
when you have to explain it...
[laughing]
[gibbering and shrieking]
Ow! Hey, why are you throwing bananas at us?
Yeah, you're wasting a perfectly good source of potassium.
Scratch, I think your brain is trying to keep us from the top
because you're not ready to face what you're repressing.
I don't even know what I've repressed.
That's the whole point. I've repressed it.
Come on, buddy. Dig deep.
[yelps and spits]
Uh, okay, maybe it's that time
I double-dipped at our BBQ and lied about it?
Or when I used your dad's credit card to buy a water scooter?
Have you really been avoiding these memories?
You've brought up the water scooter several times.
- The thing handles... - [both] Like a dream.
- I know. - Okay!
I'm out of ideas, all right?
I'm an open book, Molly.
I have no idea what I would've repressed.
I mean, the only thing I don't like thinking about is my past.
Ding, ding, ding! That's got to be it!
Okay I got to level with you, Molly.
Remember when you got me that strawberry soda
to trigger my memory?
Yeah. It didn't work.
Actually, it kind of did.
I sort of remembered something.
Why didn't you tell me?
Because I don't want to think about it.
It scared me, so I just shoved it down as hard as I could.
And the memories were supposed to go away.
But I guess they just got to bubble up to the surface
in some kind of dumb metaphor.
Scratch, I think if you want to be bubble-free,
you got to face those memories.
We have to look in that trunk.
Hey, I'm here for you. No matter what.
You got me.
Okay, let's get this over with.
But for the record, I'm not doing this to appease you,
monkey business man!
[no audio]
Is that us?
No, I don't think so.
Behold the Eiffel Tower.
On the starboard side, the Great Pyramids.
And straight ahead, the tallest building in Chicago.
I can't wait till we're old enough.
We're gonna go to all these places, you and me.
We'll mark every new place we visit with a sticker.
Then one day, the whole map'll be covered in stars.
Let's make a promise.
Every time we drink this soda,
we'll think of each other.
That way, I'll never forget you.
And you'll never forget me.
[both grunt]
Her name was Adia.
And I think she was my best friend.
I'm sorry, Scratch.
I know how hard it is when friends move away.
But I want you to know I'm here for you,
and I'm not going anywhere.
Ugh! A heads-up next time?
Some got in my mouth! So gross.
Thanks for pushing me to face my past, Moll.
I'd hate to not remember you.
Same here, buddy.
Uh, quick question, though.
What was the deal with the monkey in the suit?
Who can fathom the mysteries of my mind?
Let's get some tacos.
♪ The Ghost and Molly McGee ♪