SHEEN: The time has come
for a momentous decision which will affect us all forever.
What are we going to be for Halloween?
Llama Boy.
Carl, you've been Llama Boy
for the last eight years.
Yeah-- plus, Llama Boy's not scary, he's just creepy.
You're supposed to be scary on Halloween.
I know, so this year I'm adding a cape.
Why do we hang with him?
JIMMY: I suppose you're going to be Ultra Lord again.
No.
I wore out my costume.
I wore it every day
when I watched the Ultra Lord Show at 5:00, 7:00 and 10:30,
with repeats at 9:00, 11:00, 1:30 and 6:00.
Do you guys ever feel a little weird?
You know, still dressing up in costumes.
When you put it that way... Now that you mention it...
Can't say that I do.
No way, man, it's great.
This year I want to be something really scary.
You could wear a cape.
I said, really scary.
You could be Miss Fowl.
( shivering, yelling )
( screaming )
( snarling )
( screaming )
( monster snarling )
( yelps )
Hi, guys.
Hey, my favorite monster movie is on.
Octopus Man.
He's got eight arms.
Do you want to watch with me?
It's the three-and-half-hour director's cut
with the alternate ending where he grows a ninth arm.
Uh, no thanks, Dad.
I wanted to be Octopus Man for Halloween
when I was a lad,
but mother wouldn't buy me the costume.
Said it was too scary for a 16-year-old.
I'll never forgive her for that.
Never!
Run! Run, Octopus Man, run!
They're going to get you.
Poor misunderstood creature.
So who are you going to be this year, Jim?
Albert Einstein?
Jet Fusion?
That smart guy in the wheelchair
that talks with a keyboard?
Actually, I'm not going to trick-or-treat this year.
( gasping )
I don't know.
Halloween is for kids.
But we are kids and it's Halloween.
Yeah, Jimmy.
Think of the bubble gum, the tiny chocolate bars,
the artificial flavors, red dye number five.
And it's all free.
I've taken that into consideration,
so I've been working on a little project.
Ooh, the plot thickens.
Gentlemen, I have a proposition.
I'll make you guys really scary for Halloween
in exchange for 25% of your candy.
You think I'm a fool?
Call it 50, we got a deal.
Deal!
To the...
Oh, oh, Jimmy-- can I say it
this time, please?
All right, Carl, go ahead.
To the place where Jimmy has all this neat stuff
and where he invents things and then something goes wrong
and we have a big adventure.
To the lab!
This is my 27th greatest invention ever.
Behold, the Neutronic Monster Maker.
Sweet name.
JIMMY: Step under the cone of creation,
and it'll realign your molecules
to make you look like that monster--
down to each horrifying atom.
Cool!
But Sheen, you got to promise
that when you're scary, you won't scare me.
My word is my bond.
I've downloaded every monster imaginable.
I have 102 different monsters to choose from.
Here are the choices.
A werewolf...
That's it-- I want to be the wolf guy.
Sheen, I have 101 other monsters.
I know, Jimmy, but it's been
my lifelong dream to be covered in hair.
All right, werewolf it is.
What about you, Carl?
The Hunchback of Notre Dame?
Uh... too hunchy.
The blob?
Too blobby.
Phantom of the Opera?
Too Operaey.
Frankenstein?
Frahnkenshteen.
No, I don't like his wardrobe.
I'm more of a summer.
( gasps )
Who's the guy with the cape?
Dracula.
Yeah, he has a cape.
I want to be Dracula.
All right, Dracula and a werewolf it is.
( electricity crackling )
Wolf me up! Wolf me up!
( machine thrumming )
( howling )
Yeah!
It's werewolf time.
( snarling and growling )
( howling )
Now me! Now me!
Blah!
( giggling ): I am Dracula.
How's my cape look?
We look awesome.
You sure you don't want to be a monster, Jimmy?
No thanks, I'll just enjoy the fruits of your labor.
Fruit?
I want candy.
Come on, let's ride.
By using the hover car, we can go to more houses,
which of course means more candy.
Hey, Jimmy.
Has anyone ever told you you're a boy genius?
Enough with the chitchat.
This hombre lobo wants candy.
( howling )
I believe this is going to be a Halloween we shan't ever forget.
Uh, Jimbo.
Have you seen my suede duck feet with the...
Ah...
Ow!
Golly.
Hey, where the...
Where the heck am I?
Oh, no.
I must have fallen into a parallel dimension
with no hope of ever finding...
( gasps )
A big game.
Oh, I want to play.
Name that monster.
Spin the wheel.
Round, round and round it goes,
where it stops, nobody knows.
You know, I bet if I pull this lever
something really fun happens.
Where's my prize?
Does it come out of that umbrellaey thingy?
Hugh!
This year instead of candy I'm giving out healthy snacks.
Oh, don't you think the children will just love
my prune puffs and banana balls?
( growling )
Well, aren't you a little grumpy Gus tonight?
( snarls )
What a wonderful costume.
But I thought you were going to be
the Duck Man of La Mancha.
( growling )
( choking )
( growling )
Well there's no need to get in a huff.
Now, will you light the jack-o-lantern, please?
I'll get my costume on.
Oh, you're going to love it.
Be right back.
( grunting )
Fire! Fire!
( growling ): Fire bad.
( head banging off door frame )
( shrieks )
BOTH: Trick or treat.
Well, what marvelous costumes.
Don't you look darling.
Thanks. Thanks.
Oh, I used to love to dress up for Halloween.
One year I was a butterfly.
Then I was an elf, a sprite, an ice skater.
I was Peter Pan six times.
Michelangelo's David,
and I got to tell you, that was chilly.
( shivers )
This is great.
We got so much candy,
we're going to be sick for weeks.
I don't like the candy you have to unwrap.
I always cut myself on the shiny paper.
Ow!
See? I cut myself.
I'm bleeding.
Medic!
Carl, don't be such a big baby.
Mmm... not bad.
Tastes like cherry soda with a lot of vinegar in it.
Mmm... mmm... boy, that is good.
I mean... mmm... mmm...
( Carl noisily sucking finger )
CARL: That is really good.
Hey, try some you guys.
It's way better than Purple Flurp.
No way-- I'm not drinking your blood.
Yeah, no thanks, Carl.
Mmm... mmm...
( with accent ): I want more.
I need blood.
You need counseling.
Must have blood!
( dogs howling in distance )
Listen to them, the children of the night.
What music they make.
I must join them.
Bye, you guys.
( with accent ): See you later.
That was weird...
but totally awesome.
I want to change into a bat, I want to fly.
Make me a bat, Jimmy, make me a bat.
What... What...
I didn't do that.
Carl just changed into a vampire bat on his own.
It's Halloween-- what do you expect?
The monster maker must have mutated
Carl's molecular structure on the subatomic level,
altering his DNA.
Hmm...
And now again in English.
He's a real vampire.
Cool!
Not cool.
If Carl turned into a real vampire,
t-then you could turn into a real...
( dogs howling in distance )
( Sheen snarling and grunting )
( snarling, growling )
Uh, S-Sheen, I think we'd better
go back to the lab.
( snarling )
Or not.
( yelps )
Got to... fly.
This is going to be a memorable Halloween, Goddard...
if we survive.
( snarling and growling )
Blah!
( growling )
I can't believe Carl and Sheen
turned into a real vampire and werewolf.
I've got to capture them and turn them back.
Goddard, access vampire data so I know what I'm dealing with.
( barking )
JIMMY: "Vampires feed on
"the blood of the living.
"They can turn their victims into vampires
"and are repelled by garlic.
"They can only be destroyed by a wooden stake
driven into their heart."
( whines )
What have you got on werewolves?
WOMAN ( speaking mysteriously ): Even a man who is pure at heart
and says his prayers by night,
may become a wolf when the wolfsbane blooms
and the autumn moon is bright.
Uh... hi, Miss Fowl.
How do you know about werewolves?
I was married to one,
but that's a story for another day.
Uh, anything else I should know?
Well, they can turn other people into werewolves
by biting them,
and they can only be destroyed by a silver...
Bullet?
Cane, spoon, hairbrush--
anything silver.
Okay, happy Halloween.
Don't forget to floss.
Come on, boy.
We've got work to do.
Good evening.
Oh!
Carl? You scared me.
Sorry.
I thought you were going to be Lama Boy
for the 900th time.
Lama Boy is-- how you say-- old school.
May I say, you look enchanting tonight.
Thanks.
I'm Muffy the Vampire Annihilator.
( hisses )
Whatever.
Have you seen Libby?
I'm supposed to meet her and she's late.
I could wring her neck.
Speaking of necks,
I couldn't help but notice
how lovely your neck looks tonight.
My neck?
What's your problem?
Look into my eyes.
I mean, if you don't mind.
Why the heck would...
Look into my eyes!
Yes, master.
What is your blood type?
A-positive, master.
Mmm, how positively delicious.
( Carl hisses, Cindy screams )
Goddard, set your audio locators
for any werewolf howls or vampire screams.
( werewolf growls )
( werewolf growling )
( growling )
Hi, Sheen.
Cool costume.
I'm a model.
How do I look?
Tasty.
Thanks.
You got any meat on you?
Prime rib, filet minion, rump roast?
Do I look like a butcher?
Have you seen any livestock-- cows, pigs, sheeps?
You're usually weird,
but tonight you got a little extra going on.
I need meat!
Don't look at me.
I'm a vegetarian.
I knew it.
Carl owes me two bucks.
He thought you were a Republican.
Vegetarian means I don't eat meat.
Oh...
But you are meat.
Well, yeah, if you want to get gross about it.
I do.
How about a bite?
Of what?
You.
( Sheen howls, Libby screams )
( Goddard barking )
We're getting close.
I just hope we're not too late.
( mumbling )
Wish... I... could... walk... faster.
( growls )
Oh, hiya, Neutron.
Thought I'd fiddle around with the old Stradivarius.
Any requests?
( mumbles )
I'm not familiar with that one.
Can you hum a few bars?
( growling )
That's catchy.
Who wrote it?
( mumbles )
Never heard of him.
JUDY: Hugh Neutron!
What on Earth are you doing?
I need you at home
to help me pass out fruit snacks.
( mumbles ): Me want you.
Hugh, please use complete sentences.
( mumbles )
You sound like you have a mouth full of marbles.
( mumbles ): Mine.
Hugh, what are you doing?
This isn't our rumba-lesson night.
( sighs )
I wish I was married.
JIMMY: There's Carl and Cindy.
Cindy, stay away from Carl.
He's a vampire.
A real, live-- I mean, dead...
( hisses )
( gasps ) ( barks )
Cindy has joined me.
You, too, must join me.
It only takes one bite.
( hisses )
Uh... uh...
Hey, look, the Red Cross is having a blood drive.
Where? Where?
Make like a bat and follow me.
Yes, master.
( Jimmy screaming )
( screams )
( screaming )
No... no!
No!
( sighs )
Looks like Lucky Tony's House of Garlic saved our lives.
But we can't stay here all night.
Let's sneak back to the hover car through the alley.
( spotlights whirring )
( werewolf growling )
That's not good.
( growling ) ( growling )
Sheen must have bitten Libby.
We're just good friends, and you better not have rabies.
Don't worry.
I've had all my shots.
Thanks for turning me into a werewolf, Jimmy.
It's awesome.
Oh, except for the fleas.
Hey, Sheen, you said we were going to get something to eat.
How about Jimmy?
( both growl as Jimmy screams )
( both whimpering )
( breathing heavily )
Looks like the Hi Ho Silver jewelry store saved our lives.
JUDY: Oh...
Mom? Dad?
( growling )
Your father's not himself tonight.
He must have used the monster machine.
( mumbles )
Stop that.
She hate me.
Hi, Mrs. Neutron.
You look so pretty,
and full of blood.
Thank you, Car...
What?
Look into my eyes, please.
( growling ): She mine.
Take a number, flathead.
I'm going to bite you on the neck.
Ow!
A rumble-- cool.
CARL: Okay, hold on.
You want a piece of me?
You're messing with the wrong fat vampire.
( growling, hissing, mumbling )
( hisses )
( growls )
Did you do something to your hair?
No, are you using teeth whitener?
Look into my eyes.
No, way.
You look into my eyes
while I take a big old bite out of you.
( growling, hissing )
This is pretty cool,
but I have to change them back to normal
before they kill each other.
( growling, hissing, grunting )
I can't get them all back to the lab by myself.
There's only one way to handle this.
Come on.
Hold still, Sheen.
I'm trying to bite you.
No, I want to bite you.
Copycat.
I'm not a cat-- I'm a wolf.
( whistles )
Stop fighting!
You should be ashamed.
You work this out among yourselves.
I'm going home to hand out fruit snacks.
I'll see you later, Hugh Neutron.
SHEEN: She's right.
Why are we attacking each other?
We should be going after innocent townspeople.
Who wants to rampage through town?
ALL: Me! I do!
Let's go.
I have to find something that can take on two werewolves,
two vampires and a reanimated corpse.
Ha-hah-- that's it.
I'll lower the replication frequency
so my DNA doesn't change like the others.
Goddard, initiate transformation sequence.
( Sam gasps )
Great flipping toadstools.
Real monsters.
We got to destroy them.
Quick, go get some angry villagers,
some torches, garlic, some silver junk,
and a beautiful red-head named Tessy.
We don't need a beautiful red-haired woman.
Speak for yourself.
( barking, whimpering )
Don't worry, Goddard.
Everything's going to be fine, I hope.
Back, you monsters.
SAM: Get out of here.
This is a nice, quiet neighborhood.
( crowd yelling angrily )
Ah, garlic.
( yelling )
Fire.
( spoons tapping )
Silver teaspoons.
Sorry, Sam, I couldn't find you
a red-haired woman named Tessy.
Ain't that the story of my life.
Oh, well-- get those monsters.
( crowd yelling angrily )
SHEEN: Come on, let's hide over there.
Set fire to the windmill.
Burn it, and the evil monsters with it.
CROWD: Yeah!
Hey, hi, excuse us.
Playing through.
Burn, baby, burn.
We don't want you here.
Um, unfortunately I think this is the part
where the monsters die.
What is that?
It's horrible.
It's hideous.
It's Jimmy?
No, it's...
Octopus Man!
Me love you.
I've had it.
Flying octopuses is where I draw the line.
Yeah... run!
( crowd screaming )
( monsters scream )
Hey, I don't want to drink blood anymore.
Yuck-- me, neither.
I've lost all desire to consume human flesh.
Hey, I can speak in complete sentences.
Now, where's my scary little Sugarbooger?
Right here, you monster.
Who's up for banana balls and prune puffs?
( group expresses disgust )
We want candy.
We never got to go trick-or-treating.
And we left behind all our candy
when we changed into monsters.
I bet it's gone by now.
No candy on Halloween?
That is scary.
JIMMY: Don't worry.
I can fix that.
( doorbells ringing )
Trick or treat.
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