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Good evening, listeners.
It is I, Lucy Loud and my bat Fangs at the Royal Wood Cemetery.
We are joined tonight by all members of the Royal Woods
Morticians Club, please introduce yourselves.
Princess of Despair.
Mistress of Darkness. I am Persephone.
I am Haiku and I did not prepare anything.
- Here's Dante. - Don't forget Boris.
Whoops, wrong key.
[organ playing]
That's better. Must have gotten peanut-- I mean, ectoplasm
on my keyboard again.
And last but not least,
it is I, Morpheus and my crow, Thorn.
Thorneus!
[squawking]
Bad crow! Drop the mic!
Here's the mic, Lucy. Sorry about that.
Thorn, you're in time out.
You're forgiven, Morpheus. Anyway, listeners, as you can tell,
we're absolutely thrilled you're joining us as we conduct a séance.
That means talk to the dead.
Thank you. Haiku. Yes. We're hoping to chat
with an old friend and a former mascot of our school.
Ricky the Rooster.
Here's an old clip of the king himself.
[screaming]
Stop pecking me, Ricky! Oh, it hurts!
Sigh. Powerful stuff.
Okay, everyone, it's time.
Follow me. Remember, watch out for open...
[screaming]
Graves. Are you okay, Boris?
Yes. Oh, lucky, I found a tooth down here.
Wait, two teeth. Finders keepers.
[grunting]
Ah, here we are. Ricky's headstone.
He cock-a-doodle died doing what he cock-a-doodle loved.
Beautiful chisel work, Dante.
Thank you. I picked it up a goth camp.
Wait. Is that chip?
Much better. Lucy, take it away.
Let's all join hands and stand around Ricky's headstone.
Ricky?
Ricky, Are you there?
Mmm. Cock-a-doodle-do.
- Stop! - We're trying to have a séance.
Stop!
Oh, shoot.
Sorry, kids. I didn't know you were having a séance tonight.
Who you talking to this time?
Einstein? Shakespeare? My great Aunt Edna?
No, Ricky the Rooster, Hank.
Oh, well, tell him...
[clucking]
That means I hope he's having a nice afterlife.
Listeners. I'd like to introduce you to Hank,
the grounds keeper of the Royal Wood Cemetery
and the artist behind the Pond of Tranquility.
Oh, I always forget where it is.
Thanks, guys.
Listen, I'm installing some new gargoyles tonight.
Got to do something to keep those owls out.
Poop everywhere.
That's right, I'm talking about you, you feather brains.
[hooting]
Oh, man.
Right in my ear.
But you better get out of here before these hoot heads squirt you too.
We'll just do this at my house.
Come on, everybody. Ah!
Darn these open graves. Can someone help me out?
[screaming]
Oh, they're coming at me from all sides!
Greetings again, listeners.
We're back. Newly relocated to my room in the Loud House.
Yo, yo, yo, I think you mean our room.
Look out, I'm on a roll, baby?
[dribbling]
- Swish! - Sigh.
That's right. My sister and roommate Lynn is also here.
But she's promised to be respectful of the séance.
Yeah, yeah, I'll cork it.
Yeah, I need to stretch anyway.
[grunting]
Ricky, was that you?
All me, baby. Ha-ha.
Sorry, not sorry.
Oh my...
Guys, focus. Where were we?
Ah, yes.
Mmm. Cock-a-doodle-do.
Ricky, are you there?
We have a few questions for you about the afterlife.
Brace yourselves. Lana incoming!
[screaming]
Get off my keyboard!
[barking]
Oh, they're so cute, it's awful.
- Lana, what is going on? - Sorry, Luce.
I'm trying to get all these guys adopted.
You'll hear about it in my podcast.
Quit panting on me! Ew, drool!
Aw, looks like they love you guys.
Sure you don't want to adopt one?
Well, I do kind of like that brooding Labradoodle.
Oh, right. Sorry, Thorn.
He gets very jealous.
Lucy. Ricky isn't going to feel comfortable
returning to a place with this many dogs.
AKA predators for a rooster.
We need to relocate again.
My homestead is available.
Thank you, Boris. That'd be great. And come to think of it,
none of us have ever seen where you live before.
Yeah. Is it overseas?
- In the sewer? - In a cave?
- With wolves? - In his basement?
[snickering]
You shall see.
Welcome to my lair.
[laughing]
Sigh. Boris, this is beautiful.
- Whoa look at the white picket fence. - All the flowers.
Mother is a home decorator. It's a hard life for Boris,
surrounded by doilies and canary yellow.
Shield your eyes as you follow me.
Okay, let's begin again.
Mmm. Cock-a-doodle-do.
Ricky, we're here at Boris' house still trying to reach you.
There are no more dog, so you don't have to worry.
I have a feeling he's about to say something.
Robert! Your hotdogs are ready!
- Who's Robert? - Ugh...
Mother, I told you repeatedly to call me Boris.
Oh, right, Boris.
Okay, so I didn't have buns,
so I wrapped the dogs in tortillas. Ketchup on the side just like you like it.
I mean, blood.
Mother, thank you. But we're in the middle
of a very important session with the deceased.
I'll take one!
Sweetie! You didn't tell me you were having your spooky friends over.
I would have made deviled eggs or something.
I'd eat deviled eggs!
Mother, leave us, I beg you.
Oh, sure, sure. Don't stay up too late, remember,
we're going apple picking in the morning. Wee!
[hissing]
She's not really gone.
He's outside the door listening.
Ooh, busted! I'm really leaving now.
Just gonna boil up some more hot dogs for the game.
- Who likes mustard? - I do!
Sheesh, Dante. Did you not eat lunch today?
Let's relocate before she breaks out my infant photos.
- But where should we go? - My house is out.
My male sibling is having his birthday party. Ugh, pony rides.
[grumbling]
My place is out too. Our carpet is being shampooed.
My lighting is not ideal.
My mom's hosting a jewelry party.
So if anybody needs turquoise, let me know she's trying to win a trip to Reno.
It's okay, guys.
I think we need to go somewhere Ricky had a connection with,
and somewhere we won't be interrupted.
Hmm, but where?
I'll play some thinking music.
Wait, I've got it.
Listeners, do not despair. We'll be back in a second.
It was my music that helped, wasn't it?
Ha-ha, ha-ha.
Perfect. Now we're at the Royal Woods Elementary School,
where Ricky was a beloved mascot for over two decades.
Why are we on the playground?
Well, we can't go inside.
It's locked. Dante, can you get off the swings, please?
We're about to start, and we need you to complete the Spirit circle.
Oh, sure thing.
This hot dog-deviled egg combo is starting to rumble.
[farting]
- Ricky was that you? - No, that was me.
But I feel much better now.
I'm ready to start.
Mmm. Cock-a-doodle-do.
What do you have to say, Ricky?
You can speak your peace to us.
- Wait. What's that noise? - It's getting closer.
[groaning]
It's Ricky with a message.
[groaning]
What are you kids doing out here?
Principal Huggins, we're having a séance.
What are you doing out here?
And why are your shorts so tiny?
Well, I was just getting in some laps.
But you were dancing.
Dance laps.
It's an even harder form of exercise.
Listen, kids, I'm going to have to shut whatever this is down.
You can't be on the playground after hours.
It's a liability and I cannot be sued again.
- Wait, again? - Sigh.
Sorry, listeners.
I guess we won't be talking to Ricky the rooster tonight.
Wait. Did you say Ricky the Rooster?
Yes. That's what we were trying to contact.
Well, why didn't you say so?
I have so much to tell him.
Did he like his memorial?
What about the new paint color on my house?
Oh, I miss his guidance. It was everything.
[crying]
That's right.
I forgot you two were friends.
Would you like to join us as we talk to him?
Uh, what do I have to do?
Your skin is so nice.
Ah! What do you want with my skin?
Nothing, I was just giving you a compliment.
Oh, well, thank you.
I moisturize often.
I guess I'll join your séance.
Okay, everyone.
Let's talk to Ricky. Join hands.
Mmm. Cock-a-doodle-do.
OK, I'm not doing that.
Ricky, we have a friend of yours here tonight.
Principal Huggins, would you like to say anything?
Oh, hello Ricky. I miss you.
[rooster crowing]
I heard it, he said something! He said something!
- Did you hear? Oh! - Listeners, Ricky responded.
This is unbelievable.
If only we could decipher his cryptic message.
[crying]
I think it's pretty obvious, he misses me, too.
Thank you, Miss Loud.
I quite enjoyed that.
Now, everyone, let's go inside and have some hot chocolate.
Aw, to celebrate?
Yes, and I need to call your parents to have them pick you up.
[grumbling]
Thanks for listening, everyone.
This is the Royal Woods Morticians Club signing off and saying rest in peace.
Okay, let's go inside.
Whose folks am I calling first?
Testing. Testing? Hey there, listeners.
Robert. I mean, Boris' mom here.
I just had to let everyone know I made that rooster noise.
[crowing]
Boris forgot his keyboard, and, well, I couldn't
let those kids go home disappointed.
You may not realize it from his sunny disposition,
but Boris gets a little emotional sometimes.
So keep this between us, okay?
[crowing]
Oh, okay. That definitely wasn't me.
Yikes! I'm getting out of here!