- Looks like she worked out
a little too much.
Scary, huh?
- Actually, you know what
the scariest thing about
Halloween is?
- Pfft, last year's
quadcopus costume.
All: Trick or treat?
- Worst costume ever, Harpers.
- Eight tentacles
but only one bag.
What were we thinking?
- I was gonna say the scariest
thing about Halloween is that.
- Bubbling brew,
dark and oozy.
Who would like
a trick-or-treat smoothie?
[cackling]
Too much trick?
- [sighs]
Tom,
when we agreed to dress
as a witch and wizard,
I thought it was clear which
one of us would be the witch.
- Sorry, Anne, but if we have
to have another cackle-off,
bring it!
- [cackling]
[both cackling]
- Correction--that's the
scariest thing about
Halloween.
[upbeat music]
♪ ♪
- [whistling melody]
♪ ♪
[rhythmic clapping]
- ♪ One, two, three, four! ♪
- [whistling melody]
♪ ♪
- ♪ Na, na, na, na, na-na ♪
♪ Na, na, na, na,
na-na ♪
- ♪ One, two ♪
- ♪ Na, na, na ♪
- ♪ One, two, three, four! ♪
- Four Halloween smoothies,
all treat, no trick.
- Thanks, Josie.
Nice lunch lady costume.
- Oh, I'm not just
any lunch lady.
I'm sloppy Josie.
- By the way,
we're really psyched
you're DJ-ing
our Halloween dance.
- Oh, me too.
I just hope the DJ booth can fit
all this lunch in my trunk.
Boop!
- I just hope the dance
lives up to the hype.
- You know who has two thumbs
and does live up to the hype?
This guy!
And all everyone's talking about
is who he's taking to the dance.
- Nobody's talking about that.
- We're talking about it
right now.
- You don't need to take a date
to the dance.
- Most people may not,
but most people ain't Dicky.
I have a reputation to uphold.
- You're not the only one
with two thumbs
who's asking someone
to the dance.
- Really? Who else is?
- This guy.
- Hey, look at us.
A couple of this-guys.
- Well, I'm keeping
my options open.
Why dance with one goose
when you can dance
with the whole gaggle?
- You guys are making me
gaggle.
- Uh, hey, Dawn, do you know
that kid over there?
He keeps looking at you.
- Oh, that's Mack.
He sits in front of me
in math class.
Awesome doodler,
really smart, nice neck.
- Oh, well, don't look now,
but Mr. Nice Neck is
coming this way.
- Hey, Dawn.
- Uh, hey, Mack.
- Did you see the dude
in the witch's costume?
- I know.
Glad he's not my dad.
- [cackling]
Hi, I'm Dawn's dad.
Nice neck!
You must be Mack.
[chuckles]
Oh. Awkward!
[cackling]
- So, if you thought
that was awkward,
here comes this.
Uh, at the Halloween dance,
I was thinking maybe you could
save me a dance?
- A dance?
With you?
- I knew it was a stupid idea.
- No, no, no.
It's a good idea.
- So, yes?
Great, I can't wait.
- And we have a new
scariest thing about
Halloween.
- ♪ ♪
- Hey.
You know what the best kind
of Halloween candy is?
Me as your arm candy
when we walk into that dance.
Now, let's hear how you're gonna
ask your girl.
- [takes a deep breath]
Hello--
- [imitates buzzer]
What is this, 2012?
Who says hello?
- Fine.
Will you go to the dance
with me?
- [as a robot] Will you
go to the dance with me?
Now you're embarrassing
both of us.
You don't ask.
You tell.
- I was just thinking--
- There's the problem.
You're thinking.
Don't think.
Think!
- I'm confused.
- Just be in the moment.
Never hesitate,
never waver.
- I got it!
I think.
- This is hopeless.
- Who is it? Who is it?
Who is it? Who is it?
Who is it?
- Uh-huh, uh-huh. We'd love to.
- Love to what?
Is that your mother? I'm not
going there for Thanksgiving.
- Shh!
- No, I--I'm telling you,
Anne.
I am not sleeping
in that guest room.
- Uh, sure, yeah, that's fine.
- No, no, it's not fine.
The bed is lumpy,
and that creepy little door
we're not allowed to open
freaks me out!
- Okay, see you later.
Bye.
- Ugh, I will not
go through this again.
You know what, we're doing
separate holidays this year.
- That was the school.
They want us to chaperone
the Halloween dance.
- Oh, a dance! Awesome!
I was totally kidding about
the separate holiday thing.
- Come on.
You guys can't go to the
dance.
- Yeah!
- You're gonna cramp my style.
- Mine too.
- There will be no cramping
of anyone's style.
Trust me--
your father and I know plenty
about having our style cramped
at a dance.
- It was our senior prom.
- ♪ ♪
- What is this?
A Madonna video?
No touching!
- So trust me,
we understand.
We are not gonna get
in your way.
- And they're gone.
- [sighs]
What's wrong?
- Nothing. Why?
- Because I know you, Dawn.
And when something's bothering
you, you make origami animals.
- That is not true.
Okay, a little true.
- Dawn.
- All right, a lot true!
- So what is it?
- Just--
I just can't tell you here.
Come on.
Mack asked me
if I would save him a dance.
I like Mack, and I really
wanna
dance with him, but...
I can't dance.
- How bad can you be?
Show me.
- Okay.
But after you see
what you're about to see,
promise we'll still
be friends?
[exhales]
- Oh, my.
What is happening?
How does your leg do that?
Why does your leg do that?
Stop your leg from doing that!
- See?
That's why I can't go
to the dance.
- You can't miss
our first school dance.
You just have to find a way
of going
but not do whatever that was.
- So it's as bad as I thought,
huh?
- You look like a baby deer
being born.
- Never hesitate,
never waver.
Never hesitate,
never waver.
- You ready to ask your girl?
- Ready.
You ready to ask yours?
- Born ready.
Both: There she is!
What?
- I'm going to ask Scarlett.
- [laughing]
Oh, Ricky, Ricky, Ricky.
She's way out of your league.
Think about it.
- You told me not to think!
- Hello, Scarlett.
- Uh, will you go to the dance
with me?
- Will you go to the dance
with me?
- I asked first.
- I got here first.
- Wow.
I don't know what to say.
- Say, "Yes, Dicky."
- Say, "Yes, Ricky."
- I'm going to say yes.
Both: Yes!
To who?
- To one of you.
I just don't know which one.
You're both so nice.
You know what?
Just meet me before the dance,
and I'll tell you guys then.
- I can't believe
she didn't say yes.
- I can't believe
she didn't say no!
- ♪ ♪
- Well, Anne, we never got
that dance on our prom night,
but tonight,
it's gonna happen.
- I can barely breathe, Tom.
- I feel the excitement too.
- No, this dress
is too tight!
Oh!
Do we really have to wear
our old prom clothes?
- Suck it up, Anne!
We're recreating the magic.
Where's your sense of romance?
Kids, come on!
[latin music]
- Tonight, I dance.
♪ ♪
- Wow, honey.
You look great.
What costumes did your
brothers
decide on?
- Well, they're both trying
to impress Scarlett,
so they decided to dress
as the coolest person they know.
Dicky dressed as...
Dicky.
- [beatboxing]
- And Ricky dressed as...
Also Dicky.
- [beatboxing]
- Looking good, bro.
But why would she go out
with a counterficky-Dicky
when she could have all 4'6"
of the real deal?
- Well, let's just see
which Dicky she pickys.
- All right, let's get this
show on the road.
- Yeah, let's go, guys,
come on. Go, go, go.
- Where's Dawn?
- Coming!
- Dawn!
- [grunts]
Still working out the kinks.
- Oh, hey, hey!
Dawn?
Okay, look, you can barely
walk
in this costume.
You won't be able
to dance in it.
- I won't be able to dance?
I never thought of that!
Oh, well, let's go.
Whoa!
- Dawn!
- Argh, guard the house, matey.
[barks]
- ♪ ♪
- There she is.
- Good luck, Dicky.
- You too...Dicky.
- Hey, Scarlett.
- Hey, Dickys.
- Have you made up your mind?
- I have,
and I'd like to go to the
dance
with Dicky.
Both: Yes!
Wait.
Which Dicky?
- Uh, the real one.
- I understand.
Thank you
for your consideration.
Congratulations.
- So would you like to walk me
into the dance?
♪
- Dawn, that costume is
purrrrfect.
- Thanks.
I'd do a celebratory dance,
but I can't.
How great is that?
- This is so embarrassing.
- Hate all you want.
I love life.
- No, Scarlett totally
rejected me and chose Dicky.
Do you think everyone's
talking
about it?
- Relax.
Nobody's talking about it.
- Psst.
It's me, Dicky.
- Really?
I thought it was a crow
with a Dicky costume
on its butt.
- No, it's me.
- Where's Scarlett?
- The worst thing
just happened.
When she chose me,
I totally choked.
Do you think everyone's
talking
about it?
- What is with you guys?
Nobody's talking about you.
[laughter]
- Worst dance fail ever,
Harpers.
- You know what?
You don't like what people
are saying?
Let's go change
the conversation.
With our hips!
[latin music]
Ole!
- Let's get out of here.
- All right, party people!
Lost and found alert.
Somebody left their retainer
in the punch bowl.
Now it's time
for DJ Sloppy Josie
to serve up some slow jams.
[romantic music]
♪ ♪
- Mrs. Harper, I believe we
have some unfinished business.
[grunts]
- What is this?
[both gasp]
A Madonna video?
Chaperones do not dance.
- Wow, great costume.
- You look just like our mean
old chaperone, Ms. Rothschild.
- That was my mother.
I took over
her chaperoning business.
- [exhales]
Nice lady.
[chuckles]
Such a--such a sweet smile.
Ha, yeah, that's the one!
- Hey, Dawn.
- Oh, hi.
Look at you,
Mack in cheese.
- Look at you,
jack in box.
- So look at us.
- So, you ready
for that dance?
- I...
- Uh-huh?
- Would...
- Uh-huh?
- Love...
- I like where this is going.
- To...
- Great!
- But...
- Oh, no.
- It's this costume.
I didn't realize it'd be so hard
to dance in.
Grr, stupid me.
What was I thinking?
Guess I'm more
of a jerk in the box.
- Come on.
I'm sure you can dance a little.
- I don't get it.
Why'd you run?
- I don't know.
I just panicked.
[girls laughing]
- Now everybody's making fun
of me.
- Look, you're embarrassed,
and I'm disappointed.
Let's not let it
ruin our night.
I'm here for you,
no matter what.
- Hey, Ricky.
Wanna dance?
- You bet.
- He didn't hesitate.
He didn't waver.
[sighs]
- Trick or beats!
[techno music]
- So...
Here we are, on the dance floor.
- Are you actually gonna dance?
- Oh, I am dancing!
There's things going on inside
here you don't even know
about.
- Looks like it's time
for the spotlight dance.
All: Dance! Dance! Dance!
Dance! Dance! Dance! Dance!
- You know, if you didn't
wanna dance with me,
you could've just said so.
- Mack?
- Psst, Ricky.
- Mom, you're cramping my
style.
- Well, Ms. Rothschild's
cramping my style.
I need your help.
Pass this note to dad.
- Fine.
- Thank you.
- Hey, pass this note to my
dad.
He's the chaperone
over by the snack table.
- Pass this to the chaperone
at the snack table.
- Hey, give this to the old
dude over by the snack table.
- Mack? Mack?
What are you doing back here?
- Hiding.
From my shame.
What are you doing back here?
- [sighs] Hoping to get a
block of cheese to forgive me.
All: Nicky! Nicky!
Nicky! Nicky! Nicky!
- How did Nicky become
the life of the party?
- And how did Ricky become
a better Dicky than Dicky?
I'm supposed to be
the cool Harper.
Now I'm the least cool Harper.
- Oh, please.
I'm the least cool Harper.
Have you ever seen me dance?
- Have you ever run away from
a girl because you were
scared?
- No, but I made a guy run away
from me because I was scared.
Sometimes I wish
I was more like Nicky.
He just is who he is and doesn't
care what anyone else thinks.
- I wish
I was more like Ricky.
I should think.
Maybe if I had,
I wouldn't have been freaked out
when Scarlett said yes.
I talk a big game, but
nobody's
ever agreed to play before.
- [sighs]
- Finally.
Oh.
- I hear you wanted to dance
with me.
I just have one rule.
Don't fall in love.
- Oh, Oscar, Oscar, Oscar,
I can't promise that.
- I'm having fun.
- Yeah, whatever.
- I can't believe
Dicky just ran away like that.
He's totally not the guy
I thought he was.
You're way cooler.
- Coolest Harper ever, Harper.
All: Yeah!
- Actually,
the real reason Dicky ran away
was because he's cool.
When you chose him,
he felt bad for me,
so he ran away to get people
laughing at him instead of me.
- Okay, so he's
the coolest Harper ever.
- No, Ricky.
You don't have to cover for
me.
They're right.
Ricky dressed like me
because he wanted to go
as the coolest guy he knew.
But he wore the wrong costume.
Dude, you should've just gone
as yourself.
- Thanks.
- ♪ Ah, freak out ♪
♪ Le freak c'est chic ♪
♪ Freak out ♪
- Dawn, you don't have
to do this.
- Yes, I do, Mae.
Look away if you have to,
but I'm letting Mack and
the whole world see what I
got.
Hey.
- Hey.
Where's your costume?
- Okay.
I only wore that costume,
so I wouldn't have to dance.
Truth is,
I'm a really bad dancer, but
I should've just told you
that.
So if you're not too mad at
me,
I'd still like that dance.
- [mouthing words]
- Sure.
- That's right, people.
This is me dancing.
Know what? I don't know
what I was so scared about.
I kind of like this.
♪
- Wow.
I feel so much better.
- I appreciate it, but you
don't have to dance badly for
me.
- What?
- Nothing.
- Okay.
- ♪ Ah, freak out ♪
- A little old man told me
you wanted to see me.
- I do.
I'm going fishing, Tom.
- Rothschild seems to have
misplaced her yardstick.
[yardstick clatters]
We have some time.
- [chuckles]
[dress ripping]
- Oh.
- Sorry.
- No.
I can finally breathe!
-[both laugh]
- Here, here. Let's go.
- Okay. Oh.
- ♪ ♪
- [whistling melody]
♪ ♪
- [vocalizing]
♪ Yeah ♪
[vocalizing]
♪ Yeah ♪
- ♪