>> HUH?
>> Benson: PRIVATE PROPERTY,
BOYS.
HIT THE ROAD.
>> IS THAT -- ARE YOU A COP?
>> Benson: I'M NOT A COP.
I'M YOUR WORST NIGHTMARE.
HEY!
HEY, STOP IT!
>> NICE COSTUME, LOSER.
>> HAPPY HALLO-- OOH!
>> Thomas: BUT THE MANIAC WAS
CALLING FROM OUTSIDE THE HOUSE!
WAIT, IS THAT RIGHT?
I MEAN -- I MEAN, INSIDE THE
HOUSE!
>> Muscle Man: BAD THOMAS, BAD.
SERIOUSLY.
THAT MADE MY EARS SAD, BRO.
>> Mordecai: THERE'S NO WAY
YOU'RE WINNING THE BET.
>> Pops: BET?
>> Skips: YEAH, POPS, WHOEVER
TELLS THE SCARIEST STORY WINS
THE POT, OUR HALLOWEEN CANDY.
>> Pops: OOH.
>> Rigby: AND WHOEVER TELLS THE
WORST STORY -- PROBABLY
THOMAS -- HAS TO WEAR THEIR
COSTUME UNTIL THANKSGIVING.
>> Pops: OOH!
WHAT A HUMDINGER OF A BET.
>> Mordecai: YOUR TURN, RIGBY.
ANTE UP.
>> Rigby: HM-HM!
OKAY, WE OPEN ON MORDECAI EATING
CEREAL.
OH, YEAH!
>> Mordecai: WHAT IS THAT?
>> Rigby: TODAY, I AM A MAN,
MORDECAI.
MY TRAMPOLINE DAYS ARE OVER.
I ORDERED A REAL BED WITH PILLOW
COVERS AND EVERYTHING.
>> Mordecai: WHAT THE -- HOW DID
YOU AFFORD IT?
>> Rigby: I'VE BEEN SAVING UP
ALL YEAR.
EVERY TIME I FOUND A PENNY,
INSTEAD OF HUCKING IT AT
TRAFFIC, I PUT IT IN A JAR.
>> Mordecai: THOSE THINGS ARE
IMPOSSIBLE TO PUT TOGETHER,
DUDE.
>> Rigby: WHATEVER.
I'M A MAN NOW, AND MEN BUILD
THINGS.
BESIDES, IT COMES WITH TOOLS.
>> Mordecai:
GOOD LUCK.
>> Rigby: I DON'T NEED LUCK,
'CAUSE IT'S GONNA BE EASY.
HM-HM!
SO EASY.
DONE!
THANKS FOR YOUR HELP, SKIPS.
>> Skips: YEAH, DON'T MENTION
IT.
>> Rigby: ALL RIGHT, TIME TO TRY
THIS BABY OUT.
OHH, YEAH.
>> HAVE YOU PURCHASED A BED
RECENTLY?
>> Rigby: YES.
>> IT MAY HAVE BEEN A FATAL
MISTAKE.
DURING A SHOOTOUT WITH POLICE,
DANGEROUS MURDERER
JOHNNY ALLENWRENCH,
IDENTIFIABLE BY HIS GOLD TOOTH,
FELL INTO A UMAK MACHINE AND
WAS MANUFACTURED INTO A BED.
DUE TO A CLERICAL ERROR, IT WAS
SHIPPED OUT TO STORES.
THE COMPANY HAS ISSUED A RECALL
ON ALL KILLURGEN BEDS.
>> Rigby: I FEEL BAD FOR THE
LOSERS WHO GOT THAT ONE.
I'M ONE OF THOSE LOSERS!
>> AND SO PEOPLE WITH BEDS ARE
AT THREAT LEVEL...BED.
THIS JUST IN -- POLICE
FORENSICS EXPERTS HAVE TRACKED
THE SPECIFIC BED WITH THE
MURDERER IN IT.
IF YOUR BED HAS THE FOLLOWING
SKU, YOU ARE SLEEPING ON A
KILLER.
6-2-3-5-7-0-4-0...6...UH, OH,
THIS LAST NUMBER'S KIND OF
SMUDGED.
I CAN'T REALLY MAKE IT OUT.
IT'S, UH -- IT'S AN, UH, 8 --
AN 8.
>> Rigby: NO! AAH!
>> Muscle Man: WHAT'S THE DEAL
WITH RIGBY?
>> Mordecai: OH.
HE GOT A NEW BED OR SOMETHING.
NOBODY CARES, DUDE!
>> Rigby:
I COULD USE A LITTLE HELP, GUYS!
>> Mordecai: IT'S JUST A BED,
DUDE!
YOU SLEEP IN IT!
UGH! THAT'S IT!
RIGBY, STOP MESSING AROUND!
>> Rigby: AAH!
>> Rigby: AAH!!
>> Mordecai: WHAT THE -- RIGBY!
CAREFUL WITH THAT ALLEN WRENCH.
THAT WAS A FIRM
MATTRESS.
>> Benson: WHAT'S GOING ON?
BACK OFF, MAN, OR THE
KID GETS WRENCHED.
>> Mordecai: DUDE, HE'S SUPER
STRONG, BENSON.
>> Benson: WELL, I'VE GOT
POWERS, TOO -- POWERS OF
NEGOTIATION.
LET RIGBY GO!
>> YOU'LL CALL THE COPS.
>> Benson: WE WON'T CALL THE
COPS IF YOU LET HIM GO.
RIGHT, GUYS?
>> Skips: NO.
>> Mordecai: WHY WOULD WE?
>> I'VE BEEN ON THE RUN SO LONG.
I'M JUST TIRED, MAN.
>> Benson: LOOK, I'M THE PARK
MANAGER HERE.
I CAN GIVE YOU A JOB.
>> YOU'D DO THAT?
YOU'D DO THAT FOR OLD
JOHNNY ALLENWRENCH?
>> Benson: YEAH, YOU WON'T HAVE
TO RUN ANYMORE.
YOU'LL START TOMORROW.
>> Rigby: NOW!
>> Benson: WAY TO PLAN THAT
AMBUSH, RIGBY.
>> Rigby: WAY TO LIE TO HIS
FACE, BENSON.
>> Benson: HEY, IT'S CALLED
NEGOTIATING.
RIGBY, YOU'RE GETTING ALL THE
PROMOTIONS.
>> Rigby: YES!
>> Muscle Man: WAIT, DID HE JUST
SAY RIGBY WAS GETTING ALL THE
PROMOTI--
>> Rigby:
NOW, THAT'S A STORY, FOOLS.
>> Mordecai: YEAH, THAT WAS
PRETTY GOOD.
>> Pops: I ENJOYED IT.
>> Muscle Man: EH, I CAN DO
BETTER.
>> Rigby: WHAT?
WHY DON'T YOU PUT YOUR CANDY
WHERE YOUR MOUTH IS?
>> Muscle Man: SO, YOU WANT ME
TO EAT IT?
>> Rigby: NO, I MEAN PUT IT ON
THE TABLE.
>> Muscle Man: THAT'S WHAT I
THOUGHT YOU MEANT.
>> Rigby: THEN DO IT, THEN.
>> Muscle Man: I WILL.
THIS ONE'S GONNA MAKE YOU HAVE
TO CHANGE YOUR CHONIES.
>> Rigby: MAN, DISPOSING OF ALL
THESE PUMPKINS IS THE BEST JOB
BENSON EVER GAVE US.
>> Muscle Man: IT'S TIMES LIKE
THIS I KNOW I'M IN THE RIGHT
PROFESSION.
>> Mordecai: OH, MAN, LAST ONE.
>> Rigby: HOW DO WE EVEN -- I
MEAN, WHAT DO WE EVEN --
>> Muscle Man: I KNOW WHAT TO
DO.
>> All: WHOO!
>> Hi Five:
HEY, WHERE ARE WE?
>> Mordecai: I DON'T KNOW.
LOOKS LIKE SOME KIND OF
ABANDONED PUMPKIN PATCH.
>> Muscle Man: ALL RIGHT, BROS,
WE HIT THE JACKPOT.
THIS PARTY JUST GOT A WHOLE LOT
PUMPKIN-IER.
>> Mordecai: ARE YOU SURE WE'RE
SUPPOSED TO SMASH THESE?
THIS IS PRETTY FAR AWAY.
>> Muscle Man: I TAKE MY ORDERS
VERY SERIOUSLY.
BENSON SAID ALL THE PUMPKINS.
>> Rigby: WHOA, CHECK THAT OUT.
>> Muscle Man: HEY, WHERE'D YOU
GET YOUR CLOTHES -- OUT OF MY
MOM'S TRASH?
>> Mordecai: DUDE, WHAT ARE YOU
DOING?
>> Muscle Man: THIS IS THE
PERFECT TIME TO BRUSH UP ON MY
CROWD WORK.
HEY, IT'S JUST A JOKE.
YOU SEEM A LITTLE STUCK-UP --
STUCK UP ON THAT POLE.
>> Rigby: "SMASH ALL YOU WANT,
BUT LEAVE THESE TWO PUMPKIN
LOVERS ALONE."
AW, MAN.
THAT JUST MAKES ME WANT TO SMASH
THEM MORE.
>> Muscle Man: THEN LET'S DO IT.
IT'S THE CIRCLE OF LIFE OR
WHATEVER.
>> Mordecai: I THINK WE SHOULD
GO.
>> Rigby: BUT WE'RE SUPPOSED TO.
>> Mordecai: GO SMASH THESE
PUMPKINS!
>> Rigby: THAT'S MORE LIKE IT.
>> Muscle Man: THAT'S WHAT I
THOUGHT.
ALL RIGHT.
I GOT THIS ONE.
>> Both: WH-O-O-O-OA!
>> Muscle Man: NOW GO FOR THE
DUDE!
>> Hi Five: OKAY.
>> All: FIVES! FIVES! FIVES!
>> Hi Five:
>> Muscle Man: JUST DO IT, BRO.
>> Hi Five: OKAY.
I'LL JUST GRAB HIS HEAD NOW.
>> YOU!
>> Hi Five:
>> YOU SMASHED MY HOT WIFE!
NOW YOU WILL REAP WHAT YOU'VE
SOWN.
>> Mordecai: FIVES, JUST PHASE
THROUGH, MAN.
>> YOU BOYS WANT TO SMASH SOME
PUMPKINS?
LET'S SMASH SOME PUMPKINS!
>> Muscle Man:
>> Muscle Man: SCATTER!
SERPENTINE! SERPENTINE!
>> Mordecai:
>> Rigby: MORDECAI!
WHERE ARE YOU?!
>> Mordecai: AAH!
AAH!
NOT THE FACE!
>> I HOPE YOU LIKE...SQUASH.
>> Rigby:
WHEW.
THERE'S NO WAY HE CAN GET ME IN
HERE.
>> GOTCHA!
>> Rigby: REMEMBER TO ROLL.
AAH!
>> GOT A RIPE ONE HERE!
JUST IN TIME FOR...FALL.
>> Muscle Man:
SHOW YOURSELF!
>> Muscle Man:
AAH!
PLEASE, BRO, LET ME GO.
I DIDN'T KNOW THAT SIGN WAS
SERIOUS.
>> OF COURSE IT WAS.
SHE WAS MY SOUL MATE.
>> Muscle Man: YOU'LL FIND
SOMEONE ELSE.
>> YOU THINK IT'S THAT EASY TO
MEET SOMEONE ELSE?
DON'T GET ME STARTED ON DATING!
>> Muscle Man:
NOW IT'S TIME TO JOIN YOUR
PUMP-KIN.
WAIT, DOES THAT EVEN MAKE SENSE?
AAH!
THAT'LL TEACH 'EM.
>> THAT'S A WEIRD-LOOKING
SCARECROW.
>> YEAH.
>> MOMMY?
MOMMY, I WANT ONE OF THESE.
>> EWW.
>> Muscle Man: KID, YOU DON'T
WANT ONE OF US.
THERE'S SOME CHOICE ONES OVER
THERE.
>> Rigby: UH, I'M NOT RIPE.
>> Hi Five: UH, ME, NEITHER.
>> Mordecai: NO, I'M NOT.
NOT ME.
>> Muscle Man: WHOO-HOO!
NOW, THAT WAS A STORY, LADIES.
>> Skips: BORING.
>> Thomas: MINE WAS BETTER.
>> Muscle Man: YOU GUYS JUST
DON'T GET THE TWIST ENDING.
IT'S SUPPOSED TO BE IRONIC.
>> Rigby: YOU'RE LUCKY THOMAS'
STORY WAS SUCH A PILE, OR YOU'D
BE STUCK IN THAT COSTUME FOR
WEEKS.
>> Skips: WHAT ARE YOU SUPPOSED
TO BE, ANYWAY?
>> Muscle Man: PEANUT BUTTER ON
BREAD, BRO.
I EVEN USED THE REAL DEAL.
ANYBODY HUNGRY?
>> Mordecai: AW, SICK.
>> Rigby: THAT'S THE THOMAS'
STORY OF COSTUMES.
>> Muscle Man: SHUT IT!
YOU HAVEN'T SEEN THE WHOLE
THING.
HEY, STARLA.
>> HI, MITCH.
>> Muscle Man: DO YOU PREFER
CREAMY OR CHUNKY?
>> Rigby: ANYBODY ELSE HAVE A
STORY?
>> Benson:
WHAT A NIGHT.
AT LEAST I MADE IT TO THE --
HUH?
AW, WHAT?
I MISSED THE PARTY?!
>> Muscle Man: NOT TECHNICALLY.
THE PARTY'S ONLY OVER ONCE
SCOTTIE LEAVES.
ISN'T THAT RIGHT, SCOTTIE?!
>> YEAH, MAN.
>> Benson: UGH! UNBELIEVABLE!
THIS IS WHAT I GET FOR DOING
YOUR CHORES.
>> Rigby: DUDE, IS THAT CANDY?
>> Benson: CONFISCATED CANDY.
I GOT IT FROM A COUPLE OF PARK
HOOLIGANS, NO THANKS TO YOU.
WHAT ARE YOU GUYS EVEN DOING,
ANYWAY?
>> Pops: WE'RE PLAYING A
SCARY-STORY GAME.
WHOEVER TELLS THE BEST SCARY
STORY WINS EVERYONE'S HALLOWEEN
CANDY.
>> Muscle Man: AND WHOEVER TELLS
THE LAMEST STORY HAS TO WEAR
THEIR COSTUME TILL THANKSGIVING
DINNER!
THOMAS.
>> Thomas: YOU GOT A COLD,
MUSCLE MAN?
>> Mordecai: SO HOW ABOUT IT,
BENSON?
YOU IN?
>> Rigby: YEAH!
DO YOU GOT ANYTHING BETTER THAN
THAT COSTUME?
>> Benson: IT ALL TOOK PLACE
DURING A MORNING MEETING -- JUST
LIKE ANY OTHER MORNING MEETING.
WELL, I GUESS THAT JUST ABOUT
DOES IT -- HANGING THE HALLOWEEN
SIGNS, THE PUMPKINS.
OH, YEAH, THERE IS ONE MORE
THING.
WE SHOULD ALL GET OUT OF HERE
BECAUSE THERE'S GONNA BE A
200-YEAR-OLD POLTERGEIST IN THE
HOUSE TONIGHT.
>> Mordecai: POLTERGEIST?
ARE YOU SERIOUS?
>> Rigby: THAT SOUNDS AWESOME!
>> Benson: NO. NOT AWESOME.
REMEMBER ALL THOSE THINGS PEOPLE
WERE SAYING BACK IN THE 1980s?
LIKE, "BOGUS," "RIGHTEOUS," AND
"WIGGIN' OUT"?
WELL, THERE WAS ACTUALLY A GUY
SAYING THEM 200 YEARS AGO, AND
HIS NAME WAS JEBEDIAH TOWNHOUSE.
HE WAS THE PREVIOUS OWNER OF THE
HOUSE, AND EVERYTHING HE EVER
SAID OR DID WAS 200 YEARS AHEAD
OF ITS TIME.
>> YO, YO. WHAT UP? WHAT UP?
WHAT'S POPPIN' AND LOCKIN',
HOMIES?
>> Benson: BECAUSE HE WAS SO
AHEAD OF HIS TIME, THE TOWNFOLKS
KNEW IT COULD ONLY MEAN ONE
THING.
>> WITCH!
>> YOU CAN'T TOUCH ME UP HERE,
SUCKERS!
>> GET DOWN HERE, JEBEDIAH, SO
WE CAN KILL YOU, YOU WITCH!
>> COME, NOW -- NO NEED FOR
HARSH WORDS.
BROTHER TOWNHOUSE, PLEASE COME
DOWN HERE SO THAT WE MAY KILL
YOU.
>> I'LL SHOW ALL Y'ALL!
I'M GONNA COME BACK IN 200
YEARS, AND EVERYBODY'S GONNA BE
TALKING LIKE ME!
I'LL BE THE KING OF THE WORLD!
WHOO-HOO!
>> BUT WE'LL ALL BE LONG GONE IN
200 YEARS!
>> OH. UH...
WELL, I'LL JUST KILL WHOEVER'S
IN MY HOUSE, THEN.
WHOO!
>> Benson: HE INFUSED HIS SOUL
INTO THE HOUSE, SILENTLY WAITING
FOR 200 YEARS TO RETURN.
>> Benson: AND TONIGHT'S THE
NIGHT HE COMES BACK, SO WE
SHOULD ALL GET OUT OF HERE
BEFORE IT GETS DARK.
MAYBE IF JEBEDIAH TOWNHOUSE
DOESN'T SEE ANYBODY, HE'LL GO
AWAY.
>> Muscle Man: LAME.
>> Rigby:
IF YOU WANTED THE HOUSE TO
YOURSELF, YOU COULD JUST ASK.
>> Mordecai: YEAH, BENSON, THAT
STORY DOESN'T EVEN MAKE ANY
SENSE.
>> Benson: WELL, SENSE OR NO
SENSE, HE'S COMING.
THERE ARE PLENTY OF DOCUMENTS
DOWN AT THE HALL OF RECORDS THAT
BACK THIS UP.
>> Both: * BENSON'S
SUPERSTITIOUS *
* BENSON'S SUPERSTITIOUS
* HE'S OH, SO, VERY SCARED
* HE'S SHAKING IN HIS BRITCHES
>> Benson: YES, VERY SCARED.
THAT'S WHY I'M LEAVING.
AND SO SHOULD YOU. TRUST ME.
IT'S YOUR ONLY CHANCE FOR
SURVIVAL.
>> Muscle Man: DUDES, DUDES.
I JUST GOT AN IDEA.
WE SHOULD ALL COME BACK TONIGHT
AND SEE WHO CAN STAY IN THE
HOUSE THE LONGEST.
>> Rigby: AW, YEAH, NOW WE'RE
TALKING.
>> Mordecai: WE SHOULD MAKE IT A
LITTLE MORE INTERESTING.
>> Muscle Man: HOW SO?
>> Mordecai: WE SHOULD ALL PUT
IN 20 BUCKS, AND THEN WHOEVER
STAYS THE LONGEST CAN KEEP ALL
THE MONEY.
>> Rigby: WAIT, WAIT.
THAT'S, LIKE...
100 BUCKS!
>> Mordecai: YEAH!
>> Rigby: ALL RIGHT!
LET'S DO IT!!
>> Pops:
>> PO-O-O-PS.
WHAT UP, POPS?
>> Pops: AAH!
>> Rigby:
WHERE YOU AT? WHERE YOU AT?
>> Pops: AAH!
>> Mordecai: DUDE, POPS, WHAT'S
WRONG?
>> Pops: J-J-JEBEDIAH TOWNHOUSE.
HE SPOKE TO ME IN MY PHONOGRAPH!
>> Mordecai: DUDE, POPS,
JEBEDIAH TOWNHOUSE ISN'T REAL.
>> Rigby: YEAH, IF YOU'RE TRYING
TO SCARE US TO GET THE
100 BUCKS, IT'S NOT GONNA
WORK.
>> Pops: BUT I DON'T WANT THE
$100.
I'M ALREADY RICH.
>> Rigby: AW, COME ON!
WE WERE ABOUT TO PUT THE HURT ON
THAT FOOL!
>> Mordecai: ALL RIGHT, EVERYONE
STAY COOL.
>> Rigby: WHAT'S THAT NOISE?
>> Pops: IT'S HIM!
IT'S JEBEDIAH TOWNHOUSE!
>> Rigby: OH, NO!
DUDE, YOU MIGHT BE RIGHT, POPS!
HE'S COME TO GET YO-O-O-U!
>> Pops: AAH!
>> Rigby:
OW!
>> Mordecai: KNOCK IT OFF, DUDE.
IT'S PROBABLY NOTHING.
RIGBY, GO OPEN THE DOOR.
>> Rigby: NO. YOU GO.
I DON'T WANT WHATEVER'S OUT
THERE KILLING ME SO I DON'T GET
MY 100 BUCKS.
>> Mordecai: ALL RIGHT, WE'LL
ALL GO.
WHAT'S YOUR DEAL, BROS?
>> Mordecai: DUDE, MUSCLE MAN,
YOU SCARED US TO DEATH!
>> Rigby: WHAT'S YOUR PROBLEM?!
>> Muscle Man: JUST HAVING A
LITTLE FUN, BRO.
YOU DIDN'T THINK I WAS GONNA
COME OVER AND NOT TRY TO SCARE
YOU.
THAT 100 BUCKS IS AS
GOOD AS MINE.
>> Rigby: DUDE, WHAT WERE YOU
WEARING ON YOUR HEAD?
>> Muscle Man: FIVES DOESN'T
HAVE A RAINCOAT, SO I'M COVERING
HIM FROM THE STORM WITH THIS
GARBAGE PAIL.
GEEZ, YOU DIDN'T HAVE TO GO
CRAZY ON ME WITH THE GOLF CLUBS.
NOW, LET'S SEE WHO CAN STAY IN
THE HOUSE THE LONGEST.
>> Mordecai: UGH. FINE.
>> Muscle Man: NICE.
YOU'RE PROBABLY GONNA WIN.
YOUR TURN, POPS.
>> Pops: AAH!
IT'S HIM!
IT'S JEBEDIAH TOWNHOUSE!
>> Mordecai: WHERE?
I DON'T SEE ANYTHING.
>> Rigby: YEAH, YOU'RE FREAKING
ME OUT, POPS.
>> Muscle Man: UGH!
I CAN'T TAKE THIS!
ALL OF THIS SCARY STUFF IS
MAKING ME HUNGRY.
COME ON, FIVES.
I WONDER IF THEY HAVE ANY MORE
OF THOSE FROZEN BURRITOS.
>> Hi Five: YEAH, THAT'D BE
AWESOME.
>> Muscle Man: BEAN AND CHEESE,
BEEF AND BEAN, GREEN CHILI.
>> YO, YO!
ICE TO MEET YOU, FOOL!
>> Muscle Man:
>> Muscle Man: WHAT THE --
WHAT'S COOKIN', HOME SKILLET?
>> Muscle Man: "HOME SKILLET"?
NOBODY EVER SAYS THAT ANYMORE.
YOU'RE A COUPLE DECADES TOO
LATE WITH THAT, BRO.
>> OH, YEAH? WELL...
WHY YOU ALL UP IN MY GRILLE?
>> Rigby: UGH, HE'S PROBABLY
EATING ALL OUR FOOD.
>> Mordecai: HE'S PROBABLY JUST
TRYING TO SCARE US.
YOU BETTER NOT BE EATING ALL OUR
BURRITOS, DUDE!
MUSCLE MAN? FIVES?
AAH!
WE GOT TO GET OUT OF HERE!
IT'S REAL!
MUSCLE MAN AND HI FIVES HAVE
BOTH BEEN TURNED INTO BROWNIES!
>> Pops: AAH! I KNEW IT!
WE'RE DONE FOR!
>> Rigby: WHOA, WHOA, WHOA.
WAIT. JUST HANG ON A SECOND.
IF MUSCLE MAN AND HI FIVE GHOST
ARE BOTH BROWNIES, THEN...
TECHNICALLY, WE GET MORE MONEY,
RIGHT?
>> Mordecai: YEAH, YOU'RE RIGHT.
WE SHOULD JUST TRY TO STICK THIS
OUT.
>> Rigby: HM-HM!
>> YEAH, STICK IT OUT TO THE
MAX!
>> All: AAH!
>> Mordecai: WAIT. "THE MAX"?
WHAT?
>> Rigby: HEY, NOBODY TALKS LIKE
THAT ANYMORE, MAN.
>> WHAT?!
NAH, YOU GUYS ARE BUGGIN'!
>> Mordecai: WHAT IS THIS GUY
EVEN --
>> WELL, YOU'RE WIGGIN' OUT,
YOU KNOW?
I MEAN...YOU GUYS ARE TOTALLY
BOGUS.
>> Rigby: NO, WE DON'T KNOW,
'CAUSE NO ONE TALKS LIKE THAT
ANYMORE, BRO!
>> OH, YEAH? WELL...
GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!
>> Mordecai: RUN!
>> HEY, YO, GET BACK HERE,
FOOLS!
I KNOW WHERE YOU LIVE!
>> Mordecai: AAH!
WE GOT TO GET OUT OF HERE!
>> JEBEDIAH'S IN THE HOUSE!
>> Pops: OHH!
AA-A-A-A-H!
AW, YEAH! I GOT TO HAVE MY POPS.
>> Both: AAH!
>> TIME FOR SOME DESSERT.
>> Rigby: COME ON, DUDE, LET'S
GO!
>> HEY, YOU DUMMIES DON'T HAVE A
HALL PASS!
>> YEAH, YOU GOT TO HAVE A HALL
PASS, DUMMIES!
>> Both: AAH!
>> Mordecai: DUDE! THE WINDOW!
IT'S STUCK!
>> Rigby: AAH!
>> Rigby: WHAT ARE WE GONNA DO?!
>> Mordecai: THE ATTIC!
>> Rigby: HURRY!
MORDECAI!
PULL ME UP, QUICK!
>> Both: AAH!
>> Mordecai: WHO ARE WE KIDDING?
WE SHOULD HAVE NEVER DONE THIS.
>> Rigby: YEAH.
I DON'T EVEN KNOW IF I WANT THE
100 BUCKS ANYMORE.
>> 100 BUCKS?!
THAT'S MAJOR MOOLA!
>> SINCE YOU DON'T WANT IT...
>> CAN I JUST HAVE IT?
>> Both: AAH!
>> Mordecai: QUICK, UP TO THE
ROOF!
>> Mordecai:
>> Rigby:
>> Mordecai:
I THINK WE'RE SAFE UP HERE.
>> RAISE THE ROOF, Y'ALL!
WHERE MY HOMEBOYS AT?
THERE THEY AT! THERE THEY AT!
>> Rigby: MAKE IT STOP!
>> Mordecai: DUDE, I CAN'T TAKE
THIS GUY ANYMORE!
FORGET THE 100 BUCKS!
LET'S GET OUT OF HERE.
>> Rigby: DUDE, NO!
IT'S TOO FAR TO JUMP DOWN!
>> HEY, MY HAIR IS TOTALLY
TUBULAR!
GET IT? TUBULAR?
>> Mordecai: AAH!
I'M GOING FOR IT!
AAH!
>> Rigby: MORDECAI!
>> EH?
>> Mordecai: EAT ON THAT,
JEBEDIAH TOWNHOUSE!
>> Both: WHOA!!
>> WHOOP! THERE IT IS!
>> Benson: EXCUSE ME.
ANYWAY, THAT'S MY STORY.
>> Mordecai: DUDE, BENSON, THAT
WAS AWESOME!
>> Pops: I AGREE! GOOD SHOW.
A STORY LIKE THAT DESERVES ALL
THE CANDY.
>> Muscle Man: HEAR THAT,
THOMAS?
LOOKS LIKE YOU'RE STUCK IN YOUR
LAME COSTUME TILL THANKSGIVING!
>> Thomas: AW, MAN.
>> Benson: GEE, GUYS, THANKS!
I'M GLAD YOU LIKED IT, BECAUSE
IT'S ALL TRUE.
>> Rigby: HUH?
>> Mordecai: WAIT, WHAT?
>> Benson: YEP, IT'S ALL TRUE.
JEBEDIAH TOWNHOUSE ACTUALLY
EXISTED, AND HE ACTUALLY VOWED
TO COME BACK IN 200 YEARS TO
HAUNT WHOEVER WAS IN THE HOUSE,
BUT NOT BEFORE SIGNING THE DEED
OVER TO MR. MAELLARD.
>> SIGN THIS, BOY-EEE!
SHAZAM!
>> Rigby: COME ON, BENSON.
ARE YOU BEING SERIOUS?
>> Benson: YES, TOTALLY SERIOUS.
>> Mordecai: I DON'T KNOW, GUYS.
I THINK HE'S MESSING WITH US.
>> Pops: MM, YES. MM, I SEE.
YES, GOODBYE.
OH.
THAT WAS PAPA.
THERE IS A JEBEDIAH TOWNHOUSE.
>> Mordecai: WELL, WHEN IS HE
SUPPOSED TO SHOW UP?
>> Skips: YEAH, SHOULDN'T WE GET
OUT OF HERE OR SOMETHING?
>> Benson: HMM.
LOOKS LIKE MY WATCH IS A LITTLE
FAST.
HE SHOULD HAVE BEEN HERE FIVE
MINUTES AGO.
>> YOU SHOULD REALLY GET YOUR
WATCH FIXED, MAN.
>> AAH!
MMM! MMM!
I DIDN'T JUST CRASH YOUR PARTY,
DID I?
JEBEDIAH TOWNHOUSE, HIT YOU WITH
A ROUNDHOUSE!
HYAH!
YEAH, BOY-EEE!
THAT'S WHAT I'M TALKIN' ABOUT!
HAPPY HALLOWEEN, HOMIES!