[music playing]
[grunting]
[growling]
You're one slippery ghost eel.
[grunting]
[thudding]
[growling]
Defacing my leather jacket?
Grapes of Wrath, break it up!
Give me one good reason why I shouldn't suspend
you both for fighting on school property.
Uh, I'm a football star?
True. Still, I must at least pretend to be fair.
Every year, one of the faculty puts together
a haunted house party at the abandoned Townsend place.
This year, it's my turn,
and I am bound and determined to decorate it better
than Ms. Tetslaff did last year.
Scariest room avoids detention. Football star or not.
How about a little side bet?
Sure. If I win, you have to run
through the school parking lot in your underwear.
Okay. And when you taste defeat you have to eat these!
[screaming]
Halloween's a week away, and I still don't have a clue
what I'm going to do for my haunted house room.
Which is why I picked this up at the old bookshop
where I like to skulk and lurk.
"Chronicles of the Fright Night."
He's the age old spirit of Halloween.
Legend has it that if his sword, the Soul Shredder,
cuts through you, you get teleported
to a dimension where you live out your worst fear.
Wait a minute. I've seen this before.
Look familiar?
It matches the map we've been making
of the Ghost Zone.
This is great. He's a ghost, and he's the spirit of Halloween?
That means I can take the best ideas from this guy
and fuse them into my haunted house room.
And by fuse you meant "totally rip off"?
Danny!
Well, it's not about being original,
it's about not eating Dash's underwear.
I am the Fright Knight!
Tremble before the sole shredder!
It slices, it dices. It creates your worst fear.
Now, if you'll excuse me.
I'm a little late to start scamming free candy.
[shrieking]
Haha. Look at that baby.
The Fenton Foamer works like a charm.
You guys need to leave
before Lancer thinks you're helping me.
Lancer? Hey, this isn't some sort
of anti-detention project, is it?
No, no, no, no. Um, I'm just finally starting
to get interested in ghosts like my old man.
[thudding]
The Spa of Doom? What else do you have for me?
A 20 minute presentation
about the horrors of Athlete's Foot.
[thundering]
[grunting]
[creaking]
[gasping]
[cracking]
[grunting]
[roaring]
Fool! You have released me.
Return to me my sword
so my reign of terror can begin anew.
[gasping]
Yes.
[grunting]
[neighing]
[thudding]
Phew.
[grunting]
Where is he?
[shrieking]
You think that's scary? Get a load of this.
You went into the ghost zone
and stole the Fright Knight's sword?
Stole, borrowed. Semantics. You worry too much.
[thundering]
[shrieking]
Free.
[moaning]
I don't know if it's safe in here.
That's right, Sam.
[shattering]
Nothing is safe inside Danny Fenton's Room of Doom.
I'll have you know I don't fall for cheap theatrics.
And I don't scare easily.
But you're off to a promising start.
This is only the beginning.
Hey, Danny, is that you?
Child, you may want to show a little more respect
to your future ruler.
I'm running late. I got to be at the Hendersons in five.
I am the Fright Knight, the spirit of Halloween.
Aww, man. Why'd you do that?
Take me to my sword!
You're not Danny, are you?
[thudding, gasping]
[neighing]
Mhm. That's one fancy flaming robot.
Danny, whatever you do, don't let him get the sword!
Silence, whelp!
[screaming, grunting]
Tuck!
My sword! At last!
Ha!
[grunting]
That's certainly exciting, but is it scary?
I sent him to where all who feel the sting of my blade are sent.
A dimension where his worst fears come to life.
Bring him back, you fiend!
[screaming]
There must be something in this book
that tells us how to beat him.
Perhaps, but you will never find it.
Sam! Look out!
Darn it! That bookstore has a no return policy.
[grunting]
[screaming]
Come on, show me a weakness, a vulnerability, anything. Aha.
"To cease the storm, to end the fear...
the sword must sheathe in pumpkin near."
Pumpkin near! Danny, you've got to put the sword back
in a pumpkin!
To cease the storm, to end the fear...
[grunting]
the sword must sheathe... in pumpkin near.
[grunting]
[thudding]
[grunting]
What?
I will have my vengeance! Mark my words!
Mr. Fenton, I have to say that was
the most horrifying thing I have ever seen.
You win. I have two scary rooms, and it's midnight.
Let the party begin.
Nobody move!
[screaming]
Uh, nice theme, Lancer. Early oil spill.
Come on, let's get out of here.
Changed my mind, Dash wins.
I'll see you in detention, Fenton.
- Salt. - Pepper.
Clothespin.
Bon Appa-Tighty Whitey, loser!
[groaning]