Gloomy morning Mr. Grouse!
Would you be interested in buying
some homemade eyeball pops?
We're raising money to attend Casket Con this weekend.
Not now, creepy Loud and your creepy friends.
I've got my own problem.
I can't catch my couch to take a nap.
Oh yeah. That's a ghost problem.
What was your first clue?
When my love seat walked itself into the kitchen?
Can you spooky kids help?
Spirits of the shadow world, who is haunting this house?
We ask that you reveal yourself to us and Mr. Grouse.
Ooh. Ahh.
[laughing] That tickles.
My word, I'm so tall. And hairless. And young!
[laughing]
Aw. Why does Boris get to be possessed?
That was a crazy feeling.
Well, now you're just rubbing it in.
Well, that was fun.
And don't even think about changing it back
because I'll be watching.
I'm glad that ghost lady's gone.
Eh, keep your eyeballs, but you creepy kids earned this.
Thanks.
Good morrow. Are you haunted by a specter?
♪ If a ghost is haunting you ♪
♪ And you have no clue What to do ♪
♪ Don't just stand and scream ♪
♪ Call the number On your screen ♪
And now we wait for customers.
[ringing] [gasping] The bone phone!
A customer!
Arrgh! Help me!
We are officially in business.
It's destroying my clothing
and spilling my most expensive cologne:
Night Sweat! You have to help me!
Ghost, reveal yourself.
[gasping]
Spirit, what is your unfinished business here?
I was supposed to be buried in a real tux,
but this joker put me in a tuxedo T-shirt!
I want a refund!
No refunds!
Besides, your order form just said tuxedo,
so I went with our casual package.
I can't cross over in this!
I'll be laughed out of the afterlife!
- Hmph! - What about an exchange?
Ooh. Now this is what I'm talking about.
We have a grave problem, gang.
This phone hasn't rung in two hours.
I think we've helped all the ghosts
in town cross over.
But no more ghosts means no Casket Con.
We only need one more customer.
I hate to suggest this, but these are desperate times.
What if we summon our own ghost to haunt someone
and charge them to get rid of it?
We'll need to find the right ghost.
Someone who will play along.
Buzz, word around the cemetery is
you're a pranking legend.
We need your help.
Could you pretend to haunt someone
and then let us capture you?
You can pick whoever you want.
Say no more. I know just the person:
my old next-door neighbor.
She was always a pain in my side.
You're the creepy kids from TV!
Thank you. You're too kind.
I've got a ghost problem, and I need your help.
[laughing, banging]
He's ransacking the joint,
and all you brought was a fancy vacuum?!
It's not a vacuum
it's an ARGGH! ghost containment device.
By the way, no one tell Lincoln I borrowed it.
[ghost laughing]
[groaning]
I guess I've been canned!
Let's get you back to the portal and--
Change of plans.
Turns out haunting people is the bee's knees.
But what about the afterlife?
Heh. Overrated. Later!
Buzz is going to terrorize all of Royal Woods
if we don't stop him.
But Casket Con's only open for another hour.
We're going to miss the unveiling of the Model C.
Sigh. We created this mess, so we need to clean it up.
[laughing] Huh?
Salt?! Why don't you cover me in butter
and roast me while you're at it? Ha-ha!
But seriously. I ain't going back.
Oh! Okay, fine but be gentle.
Well, this has been a gas. [farting, laughing]
Hurry, Haiku. Before he makes another tasteless joke.
Close the portal. Lock and Key.
Buzz has returned. The spell is complete.
If we hurry, we may make it to Casket Con before it's over.
Huh?
We're too late.
Why must life be so cruel?
[gasping] It's the Model C.