It's Lola!
[cheering]
[chuckles] Remember, I do private pageant coaching.
My usual hourly rate applies.
Lola, I have to ask you something.
The mortician's club needs one more member,
or we'll have to break up. Would you join?
What, not interested? Well, thanks anyway.
Wait. Believe it or not, there is a heart
under all this fabulousness.
I have always considered it my personal mission
to spread glitter and glamor to every corner of this earth.
So, yes, I'll join.
Yay.
I call this meeting to order.
Psst. Lucy, shall we start with a few words
from our new member?
Oh. I didn't prepare a speech.
That's okay, Lola-
JK, JK. Ahem. It all started when-
Well said. Thank you for your words.
Oh, hey. Whoa.
Time to review old business.
This chill out here is getting old,
and my business is freezing.
We like the bone chilling cold.
Actually, it is pretty chilly.
- She is right. - I agree.
I say we go back to my place for some yummy rose hip tea.
Boris wants yummy tea.
Grumble. Now that we're settled,
I'll demonstrate funeral makeup techniques.
Any volunteers?
Me, me.
Okay, Boris.
[gasping] Sorry. It's just, um,
why not add a hint of color for the afterlife? May I?
But nothing too lively.
Voila.
Gasp.
It's still Boris, only better.
- Funeral glam me next! - No, me!
Ugh, you know, Lucy, I don't actually believe
you can see my future in that cheap hunk of glass.
I see it now.
You've just finished the talent portion.
Yeah? W... w... what else?
They're tabulating scores.
[whimpering]
And the winner is... Lindsey Sweetwater.
No! Why would you tell me that?!
Just another great perk of being in the Morticians Club.
Why are we even meeting out here anyway?
It's just our weekly spin class.
Oh, good. I've been meaning to work out my glutes.
Not that kind of spinning.
[screaming]
This is Debra. She likes to cuddle.
[shrieking] Get that thing away from me!
[sneezing]
[gasping] Boris, my seven foot angel.
[groaning] No more kid stuff.
Time for scare level 11.
Ready everyone? I have a feeling
the ghosts will be very active this evening.
Spirits, give us a sign you are amongst us.
I said, "Give us a sign."
[moaning]
Our spirit must be in that crypt.
[moaning]
Quick, Fangs, costume me.
Lola Loud,
I was once a young and beautiful pageant queen like you.
I must devour your youthful essence.
[screaming]
[panting]
[thudding]
[moaning]
[squawking]
[screaming]
Shriek.
Gasp!
Lucy? Wait a minute. You trying to scare me?
Sigh. Yes. I wanted to make you quit the club.
Oh. Okay, fine. I'll leave then.
Lola, wait.
Wow, that was cold-blooded, but not in a good way.
[groaning]
Hmmph.
Mr. Sprinkles, tell this person
I never wish to speak to her again.
Lola, I'm sorry.
I shouldn't have treated you like that.
It's just... I'm jealous of you.
Hmm?
You always steal the spotlight with your charm and talent.
The Mortician's Club was the one place I could shine.
So when you joined, I felt threatened.
I know it's silly.
Not necessarily. Believe it or not,
I feel the exact same way about Lisa.
All that stinking genius and inventions to save humanity?
[gagging] Annoying!
So you forgive me?
Mm-hmm.
Hug.
How about giving the club
another funeral makeup demonstration?
I'd be happy to be your corpse.
Sorry, I'm gonna pass. And resign my membership.
Go shine on your own.
[rumbling]
[Lisa] Oops, sorry!
I was just splitting atoms.
[chuckles]