[evil laughter]
- ♪ Can't believe you're all mine ♪ - Uh, what?
- ♪ You and me for all time ♪ - Ugh.
♪ I'm never, ever ♪
♪ Ever gonna be alone again ♪
Oh, boy.
♪ The dream team, you and me ♪
For all eternity?
♪ For all eternity ♪
♪ It's the Ghost ♪
♪ It's the Ghost and Molly McGee ♪
♪ I've been cursed It's the worst! ♪
[Molly] ♪ Now you're stuck with me ♪
♪ We're never gonna be apart ♪
- ♪ Is there a way to hit restart? ♪ - Nope.
♪ We're the Ghost ♪
♪ Ghost and Molly McGee ♪
- That's me! - Well, that's she.
♪ The Ghost and Molly McGee ♪
[jazzy theme plays]
[Geoff] Every ghost was there.
And "J" Jeff knitted me a sweater!
And there was a delicious buffet
with a five-cheese fountain!
Five cheeses?
Ooh! Sounds like you had
a gouda Death Day party, Geoff. Heh.
Oh, it was to die for!
And, of course, the best part of any Death Day party,
I got to tell my Death Story.
You tell your Death Story at your Death Day party?
Geoff, tell it to me now!
I've had a chocolate blah-blah
floaty malfunction, blah-blah-blah!
No one needs to hear how you died, Geoff.
- Ugh. - [Sharkie cooing]
I mean, who needs a Death Day, anyway? Right, Sharkie?
[Molly] I didn't know Death Days
were such a touchy subject for Scratch.
[Geoff] Me, either.
Excuse me! Can a ghost not mope in private?
- Oh, so-- sorry. - You know,
now that I think about it, I don't think Scratch
has ever had a Death Day party.
[gasps] I've been rubbing my party privilege
in my best friend's face.
Geoff, you sweet, beautiful genius!
I hope you're thinking what I'm thinking,
because what I'm thinking is...
[all] Surprise!
Welcome to your Death Day party, buddy!
Oh. No.
♪ Oh, happy, happy Death Day Happy day of death! ♪
♪ When we celebrate the day you took your final breath! ♪
♪ Oh! Happy, happy Death Day The day we love the most ♪
♪ 'Cuz it's when you left your body ♪
♪ And became a ghost! ♪
♪ With Death Day games! ♪
♪ And food that's so delicious ♪
♪ Spooky tombstones instead of dishes ♪
♪ Your Death Day Story that you share with pride ♪
♪ When you sit and tell us all exactly how you died! ♪
[Darryl] ♪ Oh, were you in a bumper car that got out of control? ♪
♪ Or did you fly a hang glider right into a pole? ♪
- ♪ Was it rabid gorillas? - ♪ Was it killer chinchillas? ♪
♪ Did a paper shredder catch your sweater? ♪
♪ Did you choke on chunks of cheddar? ♪
♪ Tell us all about your story If it's gory, all the better! ♪
♪ Happy, happy Death Day Happy day of death! ♪
♪ When we celebrate the day ♪
♪ You took your final breath! Hey! ♪
[all panting]
- [noisemaker toots] - Only one problem.
I don't have a Death Day!
But you do now. It's today!
Get into the spirit.
Get it. Spirit. Heh-heh.
These Death Day jokes write themselves!
Come on, Scratch. Tell us your Death Story!
Geoff, I can't tell you my Death Story,
'cause I don't remember my Death Story!
I don't even remember my life!
All I remember is this moment right now,
and this is the one thing I wish I could forget.
But the story is the very foundation
on which the celebration is built.
Okay, no one panic,
because your girl Molly
has some ideas cookin' in the ol' brain meats.
What if we...
[gasps]
...made up your Death Story?
You can't just make up a Death Story, Molly!
This isn't improv class!
I'm not "yes-anding" my demise.
I gotta hit the buffet,
because I don't want the cocktail shrimp to go bad.
But do not mistake that
for my participating in this charade!
Okay, take your time, buddy!
We're definitely not gonna be over here
thinking up a Death Day Story for you.
[whispers] Does anyone have a story?
Ooh! I do!
As Scratch's best ghost friend,
I have the best story for him.
You see, he was part of the greatest jazz duo
that ever lived.
[playing upbeat jazz]
- [large audience cheering] - Take it away, "G" Geoff,
- a.k.a. best friend... - [playing jazz composition]
...and confidant.
Ooh! He's a piano fiend!
[applause]
Who are we?
[audience] Scratch and Geoff!
And what are we?
[audience] Best friends forever!
[light panel thumps]
["Hail to the Chief" playing]
[gasps] Madam President
and Secret Service Agent Darryl!
Sir, please step back.
Scratch and "G" Geoff,
your friendship is an inspiration
- to this world. - [audience cheering]
I hereby declare you both
the Kings of Coolness.
You're the best friend I've ever had, Geoff.
A-five, six, seven, eight...
And I'm like, sikka-bop-bop-bop.
And you're like, billa-up-boop-boop.
And then our music, like us,
lived on forever
and never, ever died.
Your story had one requirement, Geoff.
[swallows and smacks lips]
It has to explain how I died.
Aha! So you are invested!
No! My ears are just sensitive
to misguided attempts at storytelling.
I mean, if you're gonna make up my Death Day Story,
then I think I deserve one
where I actually die at least.
Okay, yes, I see that. You're right, Scratch.
Libby, your brilliant writer brain
can spin us a yarn, right?!
Well, I'm not that great under press...
sss...
sure? Uh...
[Libby] Once upon a time,
there lived a young lad named Scratch.
Ah, mercy me, Muddy Brown.
I'm sorry my mumsy's making me sell you.
You're my best friend in the whole world.
[cries]
Okay, I can't do this.
My best friend's a cow?
That's just not even natural.
You can do better than this, Libby.
Well, why wouldn't his best friend
just be a ghost named Geoff?
Spelled G--
Okay, we don't need that, either.
I'm just picturing myself, you know,
kind of more heroic,
real leading-man type.
And abs.
Rock-hard abs.
Oh, sorry, I didn't have
much time to craft the characters.
Well, it's showing.
I hear the note. I'll orient appropriately.
He sold the cow,
who was nothing more than an acquaintance,
for a handful of magic beans.
Magic beans?
That's the least cool grain.
What about magic...
quinoa?
Also, hello. I asked for abs.
[Libby] Shh! I'm trying to build a narrative here.
Ugh, fine!
I should use these magic beans
to get to the Cloud Kingdom
and, uh, save my sister!
I have a sister?
Eh, all right, why not!
I'm coming, sis! Ah!
[Scratch] Boy, what a stalk!
[Libby] Young Scratch bravely fought his way
- past giants, dragons... - [Scratch fighting and grunting]
- ...and angry geese... - [geese honking]
[Scratch] Hey, how did geese get in here?
...to find his sister.
Oh, thank you, brother,
for saving me from that evil witch's candy house!
Whoa. There was a whole house made of candy up there?
Feels like we should, uh,
go back and check it out.
[Libby] No!
Young Scratch and his sister
started walking home immediately.
Makin' a real mistake here!
I mean, a candy house would make a killer third-act set piece.
[Libby] I've got something better in mind.
- [wolf howling] - [both gasp]
Oh, let me guess, the Big Bad Wolf got me?
[Libby] No, that's not what I was gonna say!
Out of the woods jumps a band of hungry werewolves
with razor sharp...
dance moves!
[pop dance theme playing]
Oh, yeah, it's a dance battle.
Didn't predict that narrative flourish, did ya?
I did not.
Now this is more like it!
And a-five, six, seven, eight!
Take that! And this!
[exclaiming]
[howls]
[Libby] Even the cow joins the fray.
Turns out she was classically trained.
- [growling] - But, in the end,
young Scratch was no match
for those dance-fighting werewolves.
- [Scratch] Remember me! - [Libby] And he was never
heard from again.
The end.
I'll give it an eight out of ten for excitement...
- [all] Ooh! - ...but two out of ten
for believability.
[all groan]
Everyone's a critic.
You want something more believable, huh?
Something gritty?
I bet you were a retired boxer.
Yeah, pulled back into the ring...
[coach] ...for one last fight, kid.
Then you can open that yoga studio
you're always talked about.
Just remember, float like a phantom...
Shriek like a banshee!
Ha! Hoo! Ho!
Who's the poor sap I'm up against?
Pete the Pummeler!
Where? That suburban dad's blocking my view.
[grunts]
Unh!
Okay, really? He gets abs?!
Isn't this supposed to be, uh,
- Scratch's story? - Exactly.
It is...
but a great protagonist
needs an equally formidable antagonist.
That's storytelling 101.
Pete the Pummeler may have the muscles,
the speed, the muscles,
the devastating right hook, the muscles...
And what do I got, Coach?
Hit me with that inspirational speech.
- You've got... - [bell rings]
...no time left! Good luck!
Ohh! Yes! Yes!
Wait a minute. Isn't that...
the exact plot of Rocko VI?
Yeah, and it's a classic.
- [overlapping dialogue] - [Molly] I like the part
where he runs up the stairs.
Does somebody have something original for me, please?
I got one. Okay.
It takes place in a land I like to call...
Centipede World!
So long, everyone.
I'm leaving to chase my dreams in the Big Apple.
Break a leg! You'll still have tons left!
[groaning]
Sorry. Been dealing
with a centipede infestation in the basement.
Oh, shoot! Did I mess up your story?
Uhh, no, that's actually how it ended.
Ah, gross. Come on, Mol.
You're my only hope. Bring it home!
Whew. Okay.
Um, [clears throat].
Who was Scratch before he died?
Well, I don't know for sure,
but I think he grew up
right here in Brighton.
He lived here,
he loved here,
and it was here he died
doing what he loved the most.
Which was...
be-- being a brain surgeon.
No. Mmm, it's not really realistic.
Oh! Circus clown!
No, you hate clowns!
Why do they all got to ride in one car?
I get ride-sharing, but come on!
[sighs] I don't know, Scratch.
I'm sorry. We all really tried,
but this Death Day party is a total failure.
Well, might as well pack it up.
- Taking the shrimp to go. - Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Come on, this party wasn't a total failure!
- [swallows] - Really?
[Molly] So you liked all those stories?
No. They were terrible.
I mean, ah, I wasn't even human in one of 'em.
But it means a lot
that I have friends and family
who would come up with such insane stories
just to make me feel better.
So, thanks, guys.
Maybe we do it again next year!
And with that much prep time,
I will be expecting better, more coherent stories.
Aww, Scratch!
You got it, buddy!
- [impact squish] - Wait! Unh!
[panting]
Sorry. Another centipede.
♪ The Ghost and Molly McGee ♪