[music playing, screaming]
[dinging]
[door creaking]
Uh, it doesn't look so bad.
Thanks for encouraging pat, buddy.
You too.
[both] That's not me.
Boo!
[screaming]
Whoops.
This is my fault.
I gave you too much fright too soon.
It's okay.
You m-m-meant well.
We'll dial the scares back a little for round two.
[music playing, screaming]
[dinging]
Ugh. You know, Lucy, I don't actually believe
you can see my future on that cheap hunk of glass.
Gasp. I see a pageant.
[gasping] Is it Little Miss Sugar Beet?!
Who wins? Tell me.
I see it now.
You've just finished the talent portion.
Yeah? W...w...what else?
They're tabulating scores.
And the winner is...
Lindsey Sweetwater.
NOOOOOOO!!! WHY WOULD YOU TELL ME THAT?!
Just another great perk of being in the Mortician's Club,
having your fortune told every week.
[music playing, screaming]
[dinging]
Okay, Luce, we're ready to try again.
What have you got for us?
Actually, I just ordered you guys a pizza.
[doorbell ringing] Oh, and there it is.
Pizza. Not afraid of that.
Me neither.
P-P-Pizza! [laughing]
[screaming]
Uh, too much?
Sorry, I'll dial it back some more.
[music playing, screaming]
[dinging]
Poppycock. Could these predictions
be any more non-specific?
Lisa, you will make an amazing scientific discovery
before entering the park today. Is that specific enough for you?
Specific, yes. Plausible, no. As a woman of science,
I can not take any of this seriously.
Well, the cards don't lie.
Last but not least, Lincoln.
[gasping]
What? What does it say?
So, uh, who wants to play football?
Lucy, come on, tell me.
Fine. Your day at the park will end in... tragedy.
[dramatic music playing]
Oh, a radio station of music stings!
Neato burrito!
[dramatic music playing]
[music playing, screaming]
[dinging]
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.
Get that thing away from me!
[sneezing]
[music playing, screaming]
[dinging]
You're watching Fright TV.
Up next, the season premiere of Vampires of Melancholia.
This is it, Edwin.
A whole new season of our favorite show.
Can't wait to watch it, just you and me.
- Hey, Luce. - Scoot over.
What are you doing here?
The Dream Boat is on Monday nights, remember?
[both] Duh, we're here to watch VoM!
[music playing, screaming]
[dinging]
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]
I'll go inside and coax it out.
I swear, if it's Principal Huggins again,
I'm out of here.
Quick, Fangs, costume me.
Lola Loud,
I was once a young and beautiful pageant queen like you.
I must devour your youthful essence.
No!
[screaming]
[moaning]
[squawking]
[screaming]
Gasp!
Lucy? Wait a minute. You're 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.
[music playing, screaming]
[dinging]
You guys better now?
Okay, let's try this again.
[door creaking]
Lincoln, Clyde, I'm glad you're here.
I have a bone to pick with you.
Or should I say 206 bones?
[screaming]
[groaning]
Sigh.
[music playing, screaming]
[dinging]
The crimes you have committed this night shan't go unpunished.
You reap what you sow.
[screaming]
- Blood! - I'm gonna puke.
Your gonna puke? I'm gonna puke.
[screaming]
We're not coming back here again.
You got tricked.
[music playing, screaming]
[dinging]
Wait. I know. Decorative throw pillows.
They'll add support and a little zhuzh.
Ooh! And we can use the lid to make a fun TV tray.
Wait, there's still one more ritual.
This is an absolute must. Toasting every new episode
with a refreshing glass of homemade blood.
Eww!
I don't know if I can handle this.
I totally get that.
It's not easy being a fan of this show.
I'll understand if you guys want to bail.
Wait.
[blending]
Beet smoothies. They look just like blood,
but now they're delicious and full of antioxidants.
- Yeah. - Cheers.
Sigh.
[music playing, screaming]
[dinging]
Here's an easy one.
All you have to do is go down in the basement.
We can definitely do this.
[door creaking]
Though it sure is dark down there.
[creaking]
[screaming]
Sigh.
All you have to do is go in my room and open the coffin.
Brightly lit, empty room, we got this one.
It's empty.
Phew. That wasn't so bad.
I knew you could do it.
[screaming]
Sigh. Okay, even less scary. Got it.
[howling]
[screaming]
Lily, wrong time to break out your new wolf jammies.
[music playing, screaming]
[dinging]
[groaning]
I'm really nervous about my reading tomorrow.
Do vocal exercises help?
I know one called the Endless Moan.
Mo-o-o-oan.
Sure, do that, that's great.
Which shade of black do you think is better
for the reading: eternal sadness or vacant tomb?
I don't know. Eternal tomb.
[music playing, screaming]
[dinging]
[laughing]
Oh. What's with the lights?
I, a normie like you, just saw a ghost. Run.
Boo!
[screaming]
[hissing] [screaming]
Baked crab legs. [screaming]
[screaming]
Quinn, all these romance vibes got me like, "Whoa!"
So there's something I gotta ask you.
Will you...
I do.
[screaming]