[screams] Lucy's infected!
Again, this is just how I look.
This time I would appreciate a challenge.
Thanks for the ride to the cemetery.
I finished your poem for your ten week anniversary.
Ugh...
Hey, Lola.
Wanna check out Vol. 1
of the greatest romance of all time?
Which shade of black do you think is better for the reading?
Eternal Sadness or Vacant Tomb?
I don't know. Eternal Tomb.
All I need to figure out is how to harness the necessary energy.
[screams]
I need you to take my pulse.
I'm working on a breathing technique
that lowers my heart rate
to the point of barely being alive.
It's empty.
Phew. That wasn't so bad.
[Lucy] I knew you could do it.
[screaming]
[muffled screaming]
[laughs]
I ain't afraid of nothing.
- Excuse me. - [screams]
The scary spider went in there.
- Whoo-hoo! - [laughing]
He pulled back the curtain with a shaking hand and saw--
- Hi, Mom. - [screams] I mean...
Hi, sweetie.
I'm watching you, Lily.
[screams]
Lucy, I didn't know you liked to swim.
I'm not swimming.
I'm trying to see if I'm a witch.
[sighs] Sigh.
Ah, the futility of life.
Am I right, Silas?
Turns out you can escape your fate!
[laughs]
- Boo. - [screams]
Really? The old deceased aunt story?
Try again.
- Hi, Kotaro. - [screaming]
I hope you were happy with the memorial service.
I was. Thank you, Lucy.
What are you doing?
Oh, hi, Lucy. I read somewhere that this resort is haunted
by the ghost of the Footless Bellboy.
It's okay, Rusty. We spent all weekend on this.
We're not going to drop it now.
- Hey, guys. - [screaming]
[in unison] We're in!
[screaming]
You guys are not part of this club.
Hold on, Lucy.
We can always use some more bodies.
[humming]
Hey, Lincoln.
Oh! Hey, Lucy.
Principal.
Why spend our 3rd grade field trip at the beach
when we could go someplace way more educational,
- like-- - [organ chord]
The Royal Woods Museum of Medical Oddities!
Fortune number 2,
you will soon be blown away.
[gasping]
I bloody love this song!
Sing it like you mean it, Mick!
I'm trying to write here.
I'm, like, totally gonna win this.
[buzzer]
- Nice going. - [screaming]
[buzzer]
Sometimes, it's about being there together. All of us.
- You forgot me. - [screaming]
[shouting]
[sighs] Time for ARGGH!
[screaming]
You mean Vampires of Melancholia.
Can't wait to watch it.
Just you and me.
- Hey, Lucy. - Scoot over!
What are you doing here?
The Dream Boat is on Monday nights, remember?
I might not be the fastest
and I might not be the strongest,
but to get all of my sisters out of the way,
it pays to have a plan.
- You forgot me. - [screaming]
You won't want to miss this water polo oh-no!
[grunting and screaming]
- Lynn. - Ah!
This looks gruesome, may I join?
Oh. Uh, hey, Lucy.
Hm, I might know a few people who could bring back your ghost.
- [screams] - Did you say ghost?
Oof.
I'm sick of sanding Lori's callouses.
Ugh! Barf.
- Thanks, Lynn. - Me too.
I can't write another poem for Bobby.
- I was watching that. - [screams] Lucy!
Lincoln, bone-chilling news.
They just opened a new zombie escape room downtown.
Bro shake!
- Clyde. - [screaming]
The sister who cannot be named would like to thank you
for hanging out with her at the fair.
[screaming]
Uh, well, you both seem attached to it,
and I want to be fair.
Hey, Clyde, I need advice.
Thanks, Clyde, you're a lifesaver.
- Where's Lincoln? - [screams] I mean,
you might wanna try the kitchen.
One of you is the perp.
But which one?
Hey, Lincoln, I might have a tip for you.
Well-deserved and much-desired peace and quiet, check.
I have to tell you about this dream I had last night.
- I did it! - Hey, Lincoln.
Whoa!
So, you're Lori's new love interest.
[screams]
Dang it.
- Hey, guys. - [screaming]
Why are you painting the bathroom
my least favorite color?
- Hey, guys. - [cawing]
[mouthing, silence]
Yes.
We need to get a head count to make sure we're all here.
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10.
And me. That's 11. Yep. That's all of us.
We're all here and accounted for.
You forgot me.
Can you keep it down, please?
You know I require
at least eight hours of beauty sleep.
- Um, what's up with Lola? - [screams]
Thought you might want a clean shirt.
Just to be clear, it's my brother's.
I would never wear something so offensively cheerful.
Thanks, Lincoln!
- Good morning, Lincoln. - Good morning, Lucy.
Here you go, Lily.
- [blows a raspberry] - Ah! My other eye!
Hi, Lincoln. Pass the sunscreen.
[screaming]
Clyde, I'm in.
- Hey, Lincoln. - [screams]
Lucy! What are you doing in here?
I come here to think.
Cleaning the, uh... dirty thing.
- What's that? - Ah! Nothing!
Sorry about this,
it's the only place we'll get any privacy.
It's a bit dark, but there's a lamp right here.
Hi, Hugh. I wrote a poem about you.
Watch out for Jupiter. He's full of gas.
- Hey, Lincoln. - Ah!
Lucy, you got blood all over my school project!
Wait, two of you do one chore?
- Three of us. - [screams]
Technically they're isosceles,
but I'm not gonna bite the hand that feeds me.
- Hey, Lincoln. - [screams]
Could you help me with a poem for school?
I need a rhyme for "tomb".
I see you found my blood.
It's my new recipe.
Beet juice, molasses and cocoa powder.
[sighs]
I'm really nervous about my reading tomorrow.
Do vocal exercises help?
Yah! Oh, hi.
Uh, hi.
Clyde said he would love franks and beans today.
Well, Lincoln suggested it, but I agreed.
Sorry, guys, lunch is already made.
Yeah, my friend Haiku is staying for lunch
and requested blood sausage.
Friend? I don't see a--
[screams]