♪♪
- Okay, boys,
our annual camping trip
with our friends
is finally here,
and we all know
what that means.
- The scare night contest.
- Girls versus boys.
- And the chance to finally win
the Teddy of Terror trophy.
Now, I know we've all
tried to forget
what happened last year,
but let's not forget
what happened last year.
- Okay,
let the scaring begin!
- All right, guys,
all we have to do
is stay strong
for the next five hours,
and we--
- Wigso the Clown
made you a poodle!
[all screaming]
[all laughing]
- Well, we're a year older
and a lot harder to scare now.
- It's poodle time!
[all scream]
[laughs]
Don't worry,
Teddy of Terror.
You'll be coming home
with the girls again this year.
- Oh, no, this year,
the boy's have something
really scary planned.
- Like Dicky in a hockey mask
waving a toilet brush?
- Hey, Mom wouldn't let us
use the chain saw last year.
- And the same goes this year.
boys: Aw, man!
- Anne, can I see you
in the kitchen
for a little powwow?
- Sure.
- In private.
[kids scream]
And no eavesdropping.
It's rude, and you always
mishear things anyway.
[sighs]
I didn't want
to scare the kids,
but there's a wild animal
on the loose at the campground.
[all gasp]
- He said there's a wild animal
riding a moose
making a cramp sound.
- Wait, are you sure
he didn't say,
"There's a wild animal
on the loose
at the campground?"
- I know what I heard.
- Let me listen.
- And the animal's
eating squirrels.
- [gasps]
- And the animal's eating girls?
- Or squirrels.
- He knows what he heard.
- So we're gonna have
to cancel the camp out.
- You can't make us dance
till the lamp's out!
both: Yeah!
- Or cancel the camp out.
- See, this is why your
dad said, "No eavesdropping."
- Well, you were talking
about our campout.
- And we know what we heard.
- No, you don't.
- Did you decide
to cancel the campout?
- Yes.
- Because of a wild animal?
- Yes.
- And is this wild animal
also riding a moose
making cramp sounds?
- Aha! No.
- What your father said is that
the campground is not safe
and we're gonna have to cancel.
- But if we cancel,
the girls keep
the Teddy of Terror trophy
for another year.
- Sorry, campground's
off-limits,
unless there's another place
that's got lots of room
and camping gear that
we can get last minute.
- You mean like
Tom's Get Sporty?
- Huh...
Ah, my Get Sporty
would work.
all: Yes!
- Thanks, Mom.
Thanks, Dad.
Get ready to lose again
this year.
- [scoffs]
I don't think so.
Boo!
- Really?
- She's right.
Balloon animals aren't scary.
[pop,
boys scream]
[upbeat music]
- ♪ Na, na, na, na, na, na,
na, na, na, na, na ♪
[whistling]
♪ ♪
♪ Na, na, na, na, na, na ♪
- ♪ Hey! ♪
♪ One, two ♪
- ♪ Na, na, na, na, na, na ♪
- ♪ One, two, three, four! ♪
[upbeat music]
- Okay, go easy
on the spray glue, Tom.
It's pretty sticky.
- I think I know
how to use glue, Anne.
- Welcome to the annual
Teddy Bear of Terror campout.
[cheers and applause]
- Yeah!
- All right.
The rules are pretty simple.
First team to scream loses,
and then the girls
take the bear home.
- Oh, really?
What if you guys lose?
- Boo.
[all gasp]
[all laughing]
- The scaring starts
when the full moon rises.
All right,
time to go set up camp
and start preparin'
the scarin'.
- Okay, girls are
in the camping section.
- And boys are in
the winter sports section.
- Okay, I'm gonna go
get started on the hot dogs.
- Ah, you're on the dogs,
I'm on the dog groomers
next door.
- Do you still think they're
filling our dumpster
with their trash?
- I don't think.
I know,
and I am gonna prove it.
[grunting]
Ah!
Gah!
- All right, guys,
let's go over the plan again.
Natlee and I
made some creepy dolls.
- And I brought some
voice recorders.
- Which we'll tape to the dolls,
hide them all around the store,
and make the dolls
say scary stuff.
- I've been working
on the voice.
[clears throat]
[angrily]
I will...eat...
your...soul!
[roars]
- That's pretty good.
Let me try it.
[in demonic voice]
I'm gonna rip out your heart.
- Mae wins.
- Five items, gentlemen.
Five items that'll win
that trophy for us.
One: a bag of jelly beans.
Two: some branches
Dicky's gathering.
Three:
a jar of cockroaches.
Four:
an oversized boxing glove.
Five:
cottage cheese.
[all cheering and clapping]
- Yeah.
- That Teddy of Terror's
finally gonna be ours this year.
- But I suggest you hide
the jelly beans from Dicky.
- Oh, yeah.
Boy loves his beans.
- [sniffing]
I smell jelly beans.
- No, you don't.
- Whoa, dude,
what happened to your arm?
- Ah, the bush
must've bit me.
- Bushes don't bite.
- You need to get out more,
Ricky.
Well, I'm gonna go
find myself a bandage.
- Leave the sticks.
- Right.
- Okay,
first part of our offense
is a good defense.
Who wants to go find out
what the girls are up to?
- We got this.
- We've been eavesdropping
all our lives.
- Yeah.
We know what we hear.
[upbeat music]
both: Hey, Mr. Harper.
- [stammering] Hey.
Well, I was right.
- Ha, looks like we both were,
Edward Sticky-Hands.
- This is no time to gloat,
Anne, okay?
I was just in the middle
of telling you how right I was.
Those freeloading groomers
next door
are using our dumpster.
It's filled with pet clippings,
chew toys,
and this creepy
doggy Halloween costume.
- I got bit by a bush.
- [groans]
- Ah, don't worry.
It's not real.
- No, no, I just caught a whiff
of what I think might be Dicky.
- Huh.
Well, I didn't smell it.
Oh, there it is.
- Hello, ladies.
- [gasps]
Dicky, what are you
doing in our area?
- Just looking for a bandage
for this bite.
all: Eww!
- You smell like an ox...
- Who burped up a goat...
- That ate a skunk.
- If this is your way
of telling me you like me,
you had me at, "Eww!"
- Ugh!
- What was with Dicky's
awful smell?
- Ugh.
I've smelled Dicky before,
but never like that.
- Do you think it's a part
of the boy's scare?
[duct tape creaking]
- No.
This is not part of any scare
or any game.
This is real.
- What are you talking about?
- I've smelled this before.
It happened
to my older brother.
This is no normal smell.
This smell
will swallow ya whole.
- What caused it?
- He's changing.
all: He's changing?
both: He's changing?
- He's changing.
One day, my brother
was a regular annoying kid.
The next day,
he was a filthy animal.
That's exactly what's happening
to Dicky.
- Dicky's becoming
a filthy animal?
- Oh, ah, ah!
[bang]
- [sighs]
I can see you in there, Ricky.
- [creakily] No one in here
but us squirrels.
- [sighs] Come on,
let's go some place private.
So how did your brother
become a filthy animal?
- Well, it started
with him getting zits.
- She said it started
with him getting bit.
Dicky got bit.
- By a bush.
- Yeah, but unless there was
something inside that bush.
[gasps]
Like the wild animal
on the loose
that's eating girls.
- Then he got hungry
all the time.
He was like a bottomless pit.
He ate our parents...
- He ate his parents.
- Out of house and home.
- Outside their home!
- He had turned
into a monster.
A full-on loon.
[all gasps]
- They said he turned
into a monster
at the full moon.
This can only mean one thing.
- Dicky...
he's going through puberty.
[all shuddering]
- Dicky...
is becoming a werewolf!
♪♪
- Dicky's turning
into a werewolf?
Really? I think you're
jumping to conclusions.
- [sighs]
- Remember when we thought
Mom and Dad turned
into zombies?
[roars]
- Get it together, man.
We were young and foolish then.
Zombies?
That's kid stuff.
But everybody knows
werewolves are real!
- First, you know I don't
respond well to being shaken!
And second, I'm going
to need more proof.
- Fine, you want more proof
that werewolves exist?
Ask Natlee's parents.
Oh, wait. You can't!
- What did I just say
about the shaking?
- Fine,
you don't believe me?
Would you believe
your beloved Internet?
- "Werewolves are humans
who, after being bitten,
"change into wolves
during a full moon.
"Characteristics include
rapid hair growth,
foul odor, extreme hunger"...
- Bitten, hairy, smelly.
Dicky, Dicky, Dicky.
- [scoffs]
He hasn't been extremely hungry.
- Okay, campers,
hot dogs are ready.
- Yes! I'm extremely hungry.
[growls]
[grunting]
- Do you believe me now?
I'm sorry!
- I don't know.
- Ooh, hot!
[howling]
- Dicky's becoming a werewolf!
- We've got to tell Mom and Dad.
- Right!
They'll know what to do.
[groans] Of course,
if we tell Mom and Dad...
- They'll cancel the campout.
- And the girls will keep
the Teddy of Terror trophy
for another year.
- [sighs]
Wait,
do we really think
finally winning
the Teddy of Terror trophy
is worth risking
all of us being eaten?
- Well, he probably
can't eat all of us.
- Yeah, I'll take those odds.
- Hey, where are the hot dogs?
- [in demonic voice]
We couldn't get near them.
- Please stop doing that.
- Dicky was eating
everything in sight.
- Plus, he still smells...
[in demonic voice]
nasty.
Last one, sorry.
- Okay, that's it.
If we're gonna make it
through this campout,
Dawn, you're gonna have
to give Dicky this.
- But what is it?
- Silver Bullet
deodorant spray.
It's the only thing
that worked for my brother.
- But why do I have
to give it to him?
- Because you're his sister.
Plus...
both: Not it!
- Why am I always it?
Why do you even have this
in your bag anyway?
- I grabbed my brother's
wrestling bag by mistake.
- That explains your pajamas.
- Ugh.
But--but Dicky stinks.
You do it.
- [in demonic voice]
I said, "Not it."
- Ugh!
[sighs]
- Hey.
- Nope.
- So it says here that
the only way to stop a werewolf
is a silver bullet.
- [groans]
Silver bullet?
Where are we gonna get
one of those?
- I don't know.
- Hey, guys. [giggles]
Now, I'm not
sure if you've noticed,
but there's something going on
with Dicky.
He, um...
Give him this.
- Huh. Silver Bullet.
- Comes in spray form.
That's convenient.
- All right, kids,
gather around.
The full moon is out.
[all clapping and cheering]
- Full moon?
Dicky could change any minute.
We've got to do something.
- I've got an idea.
- [gasps]
Ooh, a jelly bean.
Ooh, ooh.
Oh.
Hey.
- Listen,
this isn't easy to say,
but--
- There's no tutti-frutti?
- No, worse.
You're turning into a werewolf.
- [gasps]
I thought you said worse!
- Werewolves eat human beings.
- So, for everyone's safety,
we're locking you
in here over night.
- What?
- Here.
Spray this on yourself
when you start the change.
- Wait. What?
No, I don't want
to be a werewolf.
- Relax.
You'll change back
in the morning.
Until then,
an entire bag of tutti-frutti.
- Ooh.
- Listen, Mae.
I've been thinking.
If changes
are happening to Dicky,
then doesn't that mean they
could happen to me soon too?
I mean, we are
the exact same age.
- [laughs]
Dawn, relax.
My mom says it happens
at different times
for different people.
It hasn't happened to me yet.
Maybe it won't happen
to you for a while.
- Oh, good.
I was worried
just 'cause I have a little bit
of hair growing on my legs.
- A little bit of hair
doesn't mean anything.
Let's take a look.
Well, you have to pull down
your socks so I can see.
- I'm not wearing socks.
- Oh.
- Oh, no.
Ugh, this is all
so confusing and embarrassing.
I mean, there's
so many boys here.
What if they see?
- They can't see
what's not there.
- Of course!
Perfect.
- Uh, you know
how to do this, right?
- How hard can it be?
[howling]
- Is that Dawn?
- Do you think she's
changing too?
- [gasps]
- Are you okay?
- What happened
to your leg?
- Uh, b-d-d--nothing.
I--
- Uh, got bit.
- Yeah, no biggie.
- [gasps]
- Oh, it's a biggie.
She got bit,
just like Dicky!
- We're going to need
a bigger vault!
[both screaming]
- [whistling]
- Ricky, I got your text!
What do you want?
[sighs] Look, if this is
your lame attempt to scare me,
I'm not in the mood,
and it's not working.
- This isn't about the scare.
We know what's
really happening to you.
- [chuckles nervously]
What are you talking about?
I'm totally normal
hairless Dawn.
- Come on,
we're quads.
You can't hide stuff like this
from us.
- [sighs]
Okay, fine.
Look, I didn't want
this to happen,
but it's happening,
and I don't know what to do.
- Don't worry.
We love you.
We're here for you,
and we're going to help you.
- Aww, that's so sweet.
- But we're not going
to touch you.
- Except to do this!
Ha.
- What are you guys doing?
Let me out of here!
- Stay away.
- Dicky?
- I mean it.
Don't come any closer.
- Trust me, I'm not.
I'm not going anywhere
near you.
- I don't blame you.
I'm a monster.
- I know.
Look, and don't tell anyone,
but...
I'm going through the same thing
you are.
- Really?
Stay away from me,
you vile beast!
- Stop it!
I don't smell!
- Smell?
This is to stop you
from changing into a werewolf!
- A werewolf?
That is deodorant, Dicky,
to keep you from smelling.
You're not turning
into a werewolf.
You're turning into...
a man.
- A man?
Sweet.
[growling]
- What are you doing?
- Becoming a man.
This is what men do.
[growls]
Come on, growl with me.
- No.
- If I'm becoming a man,
you're becoming a woman.
Give me a woman growl.
- No.
- Come on.
[growls]
If I have to go through this,
you do too.
- [sighs]
[growls meekly]
- Come on, woman,
you can do better than that.
- [growls meekly]
- [growls]
[both growling]
- Whoo, we locked them
in there just in time.
- Oh, yeah.
[both growling]
- Okay,
this is weird.
But thank you.
Now help me look for a way out.
- Hey, there's a vent.
- We can climb out.
- [grunts]
- Okay.
But before we get in that
very small space together,
you need some Silver Bullet.
[gags]
Why is this stuff
so sticky?
Dicky,
this isn't Silver Bullet.
This is the spray glue Dad used
to decorate the store.
- Oops.
- Okay, whatever.
Just forget it.
Now let's get out of here.
- [grunts]
[snaps fingers]
Where do you think
this vent leads?
- Probably somewhere
in the store.
Come on.
[both screaming]
[crash]
Or into a dumpster.
- Oh, no-no-no, Squishy.
No more hot dogs for you.
[dog growls]
You've already got some
nasty wiener toots.
[dog whimpers]
- Have you guys seen Dawn?
We've got a Teddy of Terror
to win and she's disappeared.
- I haven't seen her.
Have you seen her?
- Seen who?
- Dawn.
- Dawn who?
- You know darn well
Dawn who.
- Something strange
is going on here,
'cause we can't find
Dicky either.
- That's it.
We gotta tell them.
Dicky and Dawn were bitten
and are turning into werewolves.
- Come on, we're on
the same team, remember?
- Yeah, why are you
trying to scare us?
- Oh, please,
we're not buying this little
"you're even scaring us"
routine.
- Yeah,
and everyone knows
there's no such thing
as werewolves.
[both groaning]
all: Werewolves!
- That way.
- [in demonic voice]
I'm gonna rip out your heart.
[both scream]
both: Cockroaches!
[both scream]
[clang]
[whoosh and thud]
[splatting]
- [groans]
Yes!
It worked!
- Come on, guys.
It's just us--ow.
- We're not monsters.
[both groaning and howling]
- Guys,
what is going on?
- We accidentally sprayed
ourselves with glue--ah--
and then fell
into the dumpster.
- And it's filled
with dog hair.
- Aha!
- And dog collars...
[both howling]
all: Ohh...
- Wait, but what about
Natlee's brother?
We heard you
through the vent.
You said he got bitten
and ate your parents
outside your home.
- I said he got zits
and ate my parents
out of house and home.
- Huh.
Well, that makes more sense.
- He was just maturing.
Just like we're starting to.
Just like you all will.
all: Cool!
- It was pretty funny,
though.
You guys should've seen
the looks on your faces.
- Yeah, you were all like...
- We weren't all like...
- Yeah, we're way too old
to be all like...
over something so childish.
all: Spider!
[all screaming]
- ♪ Oh, oh,
oh, oh, oh ♪
♪ Oh, oh, oh,
oh, oh, oh, oh, oh ♪
- ♪ Na na na na na na
na na na na na na ♪
[whistling]
♪ ♪
♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah,
yeah, yeah ♪
♪ Yeah, yeah,
yeah, yeah, yeah ♪
- ♪ Yeah! ♪
- ♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah,
yeah, yeah ♪
♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah ♪
- ♪ Yeah! ♪