Look, more zombies!
[snarling]
Our costumes are way better than theirs.
[snarling]
Hi. Love the effort,
but can we make a few suggestions about your outfits?
Open your mouth a little more.
And let's rip this shirt.
[ripping, grunting]
Wait, Leni, that's a real zombie arm.
Which means...
They're real zombies.
[screaming]
Let's get these zombies back to the mercado.
Abuelo! Big one at two o'clock!
[growling]
[grunting] I can't pull him on my own.
[grunting]
[screaming]
[groaning]
Get back here! You undead bobo!
He drove off with all our zombies!
We have to find Lucy and get her to help,
or else the city is doomed!
But that means she's gonna know we used her spell book.
Okay, fine but I'm saying it was all Bobby's idea.
[screaming]
Quick! Down this alley!
[moaning]
Let's move.
What are you guys doing out here?
There are zombies everywhere.
Lucy, I have something to confess.
How do I put this?
You used my book of spells and unleashed real zombies.
Wow, telling you was easier than I expected.
Sorry.
You should really put a lock on that.
This is all my fault.
It's our fault too, Carl.
We got too caught up in the Halloween competition.
But now we have no clue how to stop the zombies.
Lucy, is there a spell that'll lure the zombies
back to the portal at the Mercado?
Hmm. The only thing zombies always want are brains.
That's it.
We've got the two biggest brains in the city.
[chuckles]
Dad, Lisa, we decided that we'd love to hear
all your Halloween knowledge.
Really?
Of course, it sounds so fascinating.
Speak into these microphones
so the whole neighborhood can hear you.
Yes, please, tell us.
I can't wait.
Boris is ready to be wowed.
Well, I believe Halloween dates back more than 2,000 years.
Correct, it started as a Celtic festival
called Samhain, which means summers end.
Trick-or-treating has existed since Medieval Times,
pranking was an essential part of the festivities
including placing livestock on rooftops
and tipping over outhouses.
[Carlos] In the Middle Ages, people would go door-to-door
and receive soul cakes to acknowledge
the departed relatives of their neighbors.
Later, it was only children who did this
thus starting an early form of trick-or-treating.
[screaming]
Oh, look at those costumes. They look frighteningly real.
That's because they are real.
What? You're telling me those are actual zombies
who are now thirsting for... our... Ah!
Brains. Brains.
You used us as human bait?! [grunting]
We're sorry, but we had to get them here
so we could get rid of them.
So can we get started on the uh...
getting rid of them, part?!
My brain is kinda important to me.
Brains!
Allow me.
[gasping]
Sigh, the zombie ate the page with the spell on it.
We're doomed!
I think I finally perfected my horchata. Here, taste.
Aye, I didn't expect that reaction.
Abuela, what was in that?
The usual, milk, cinnamon. Oh, I did add an extract
from a rare vanilla plant,
that comes from the Popocatepic volcano.
It only blooms every 200 years.
No good?
Quite the opposite.
Your ingredients are perfect,
apparently the zombies are allergic to volcanic vanilla.
Abuela, we're gonna need all your horchata.
Ronnie Anne, we'll need all our water blasters, too.
Hurry, we'll keep the zombies busy.
[moaning]
Okay, everyone. Blast 'em!
[screaming]
[moaning]
Hector, I can't believe I have to give up Ernesto's horchata
because you raised a horde of zombies.
Rosa, we're sorry.
We'll find a way to make it up to you.
Behind you!
[gasping] Oh-no, Lori.
Ah! I totally forgot to prepare our romantic Halloween.
Now I'm really doomed.
I'm back, Boo-Boo Bear. [screaming]
[grunting]
Wait, what the heck is going on here?
Hey, Babe, look I gotta tell you something...
Look out!
Bobby, did you literally have Lucy raise the dead
and stage an entire zombie attack
just so you could save me?
Uh...
That is the most romantic thing ever!
[chuckles] I love this holiday.
Happy Halloween, Babe.
Now, let's blast some zombies together,
uh, like all couples do.
[kissing]
[screaming]