(Thunder crashing)
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(Screaming)
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Welcome, Mrs. Femur.
Let me just pull up your reservation.
Ah, it's good to be back at Hotel Transylvania.
(Screaming)
Undead Red!
Are you okay?
Not you.
Mavis, take care of this mess.
What is Undead Red?
Don't say its name again.
I've said too much.
There's a mysterious beast at the hotel?
I mean, look around.
This place is lousy with them.
What I mean is we need to figure out
who this Undead Red creature is.
Ooh, a mystery romp. I love it.
Undead Red?
That urban legend about some spooky monster
that you could summon?
Sounds like fake scares
if you ask me.
No. You can't eat that.
Now, please. This is a delicate operation.
Do you mind? That's my lunch.
It's like he didn't want to talk about it.
Curious.
Undead Red?
Ha.
That is just a story mothers tell their children
to make them forget about the smelly rats
living under their beds.
(Squeaking)
Ah, not you, of course, mon ami.
Undead Red?
All I've ever heard about is, uh, she has a sultry voice.
(Gasping) She?
So, it's a her. Of course.
Maybe, but who can be sure?
It's just a myth monsters made up for fun
before they invented video games.
Uh‐uh‐uh. Hands off. Hey!
Argh!
We are getting nowhere.
Nobody thinks Undead Red is real.
But that skeleton was definitely afraid of something.
We're going to have to do some deeper research.
And I know just the place.
Yum.
Hey, I do my best research on a full stomach.
Now to the library.
They have the best snack bar.
Ugh.
We've been searching through these archives
for hours, but there's nothing here.
Wait. This old issue of Brew Ha‐Ha
has a story about Undead Red in its gossip column.
What? Let me see that.
"Undead Red was spotted in the Village,
crashing human parties."
But how come there's no pics anywhere?
PEDRO: Whoa. So, she's an invisible?
But then how'd the skeleton see her?
Unless "red" as in red, fiery hair.
(Screaming)
(Growling)
And she wouldn't show up in the picture
if she's a vampire. We solved the mystery!
Undead Red. What?
Undead Red. Who?
Undead Red.
Uncle Gene? Why are you here?
Because somebody called "Undead Red."
Yeah, we know. Her.
Nope.
I'm Undead Red.
You called three times.
That's how I appear.
Really?
Thanks a lot.
So, that tourist earlier saw you?
You missed a spot.
(Screaming) Undead Red!
Oh. That was a twist.
So, what is Undead Red, anyway?
(Sighing)
Undead Red was a ghost story.
When human children called his name three times in a row,
he'd appear, and he would have to scare them
in order to be released.
I thought it'd be a fun summer job.
Undead Red. Undead Red. Undead Red.
(Screaming)
I just didn't know I signed on for an afterlife‐long career.
Always got to read the fine print.
The humans had their fun for centuries.
But then, like everything else,
they got bored
and moved on to the newest craze: Scary Berry.
(Barking)
Ooh, yeah. Berry is scary.
Pfft. Hardly.
And so, lucky for me,
Undead Red was retired forever.
Until now.
I can't believe you're the legendary Undead Red
that we only heard of for the first time today.
I'm glad everyone forgot about him,
or it would really cut into my video game time.
Speaking of which, I've got high scores to beat.
Wait. Don't you have to scare Mavis first?
(Mockingly) Yeah. Don't you have to scare me?
No. I only have to scare humans.
When monsters do it,
it just summons me and wastes my time.
So, don't do it.
Undead Red, Undead Red, Undead Red.
Huh?
(Laughing) I'm sorry. I just wanted to try it out.
(Giggling)
Yeah, yeah. Very funny.
Undead Red. Undead Red. Undead Red.
(Laughing) Last time. I promise.
(Giggling)
(Growling)
Uh, too much. Got it. We better go.
We're sorry about exposing you, Uncle Gene.
Even if we didn't know we were doing it.
It's okay.
It's annoying that your aunt Lydia knows about Undead Red
and can summon me at any moment.
But at least the humans have no idea,
or I'd really be in for it.
So, we maybe, sort of, kind of took a shortcut
to postering the Dark Forest with flyers
asking about Undead Red?
Fire!
Where?
Oh.
Return with the answer, flyers.
Uh, we really wanted to fire a cannon.
Don't worry, Uncle Gene. They have terrible aim.
There's zero chance one found its way to a human.
(Giggling)
Ugh.
Who is Undead Red?
Hmm. Undead Red.
Undead Red. Undead Red. Undead Red.
(Gasping) Your first words!
Yay!
(Screaming) I can't believe it!
I've been summoned by a human.
(Screaming)
Boo!
Yep. I still got it.
Huh? What gives?
Why am I still here?
I scared the human who called me.
I should be back in my room playing video games by now.
Those are the rules!
Ugh.
Hey, what's up? (Screaming)
This has never happened before.
(Giggling)
There he is, Mavis. We found him.
Uncle Gene? Come on.
You can't hang out at a human home. Let's go.
I really want to. I scared the human.
Aah! Ugh.
But I haven't been released, which means I can't leave.
For real. Watch this.
See?
Why didn't your scare work?
Undead Red. (Giggling)
(Gasping) Donald didn't call you.
Nose Picker did. You have to scare her.
Oh, okay.
Just have to scare a little girl. No biggie.
(Cracking knuckles)
Boo!
(Giggling)
Boo. (Laughing)
How about a loud noise? That's kind of scary, right?
Hmm. A loud noise. Sure, it's a cheap scare,
but I'll take it however I can get it.
(Lids clattering)
(Giggling)
Bla‐bla‐ooh‐ah!
Ah, that didn't work either.
Might be time to kick it old‐school.
Bla‐bla‐ooh‐ah!
(Laughing)
(Belching)
(Laughing)
Okay. Okay, so much for that.
It's time to do something
I haven't done in a long, long time.
Uh, brush his fangs? Can't happen soon enough.
Shh.
I haven't used my scary face in centuries,
but these are dire circumstances.
I hate to do it to a little kid, but it's got to be done.
I'm sorry in advance, kiddo.
Argh!
Ah. Just a little rusty.
Maybe it goes like this.
Or like this.
(Giggling)
(Roaring)
(Growling)
(Roaring)
(Growling)
Aah! Okay, this isn't working.
Wee‐wee wee‐wee!
If I can't scare her, I'm going to get stuck
haunting this tacky house for the rest of my afterlife.
I don't even have the WiFi password.
Oh, this is bad. Uncle Gene is too lovable now.
He'll never get scary enough to frighten her.
Ah, so tragic.
How will he exercise his gaming thumbs?
(Gasping) Wait.
Gaming! That's it.
I think I know how to make him scary.
Uncle Gene, maybe Hank and Pedro can help.
They're always good for two or three bad ideas.
Oh, but wait.
Oh, no. They're too busy
playing with your video games.
UNCLE GENE: What?
They are? Oh, yeah.
Since you're not there, no one can stop them
from playing all your saved games.
My s‐s‐‐ My s‐s‐s‐‐ My saved games?
Yeah,
and breaking all your high scores.
No!
Not my high scores.
(Crying)
Yes! It worked.
I just hope for their sake, Pedro and Hank
aren't really playing his games.
I can't believe we're really playing his games.
Don't worry. He'll never know.
(Screaming)
No. Don't be afraid.
Watch this. (Chuckling)
(Giggling)
LYDIA: Undead Red, Undead Red, Undead Red.
Who did‐‐
(Chuckling)
(Shrieking)
Pretty sure she'll never summon
Undead Read again after that.
(Chuckling)
You know, kid, we make a pretty good team, huh?
(Growling) Boo.
Oh, that's terrifying. That's very good.
That's way up there. You got it. It's okay.
(Cackling)
Hi. This is my song.
It's called "Klaus is Undeniably Everyone's Favorite."
It's got a great beat. Mmm.
Break it down with your bad self.
♪ Oh ♪
♪ Klaus is darkness monster‐fied his moves are all justified ♪
♪ And for dessert, I'll have just the pie ♪
♪ Can you dig it I can dig it ♪
♪ Oh, yeah ♪
(Beatboxing)
♪ Booty‐shaking till the next century ♪
♪ Mmm, oh, yeah, Klaus ♪
(Screaming)
(Stuttering)
It tickles.
Incoming.
Ow. Come back, foot.
Take this thing away before someone gets hurt. Oof!
Oh, dear.
I got it. I got it. I got it.
Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Mavis, we have had several guest complaints
regarding the random bouts of chaos
that have been happening in the lobby recently.
What?
(Roaring)
(Objects clattering)
(Beatboxing)
Aunt Lydia, I've got everything under control.
Ow! Whoa.
Whoa, whoa, whoa!
KLAUS: Hello!
(Screaming)
(Clearing throat) Chaos.
Oh, no, no, no.
I am not being blamed for this.
Klaus knocked me down. This is Klaus's chaos.
Klaus is the only reason you are alive.
He saved your afterlife.
(Gasping)
Because sunlight can kill vampires?
Yeah, dude. We all know how it works.
Ho‐ly rabies.
Holy rabies, indeed.
(Clucking)
Klaus is a hero?
Oh, I like the sound of that.
(Humming)
Klaus just saved Mavis's afterlife.
(Gasping)
I saw it with my own eyes.
I yelled, "Klaus, do something!"
That's when he leaped through the air,
risking his own life to save Mavis.
They'll be singing songs about Klaus's bravery for years.
That's right. The Klaus, who saved Dracula's daughter,
is actually staying here at Hotel Transylvania.
Kind of a big deal.
Ugh!
Of all the monsters that could've saved me,
it had to be Klaus.
Maybe he won't let it go to his head.
KLAUS: Hello!
The only monster who ever mattered is here, finally.
You're welcome.
Oh!
Can you sign this, please?
Yes, of course. Anything for a fan.
Someone tell me how it looks.
All right! I'm pretty great.
Let's hear it for me, Klaus.
When I say "Klau," you say "Sh."
Klau. Sh.
I could do this forever.
Oh, please don't.
Hey, Mavis? Your dad wants to talk to you.
Hi, Dad.
Ah, Mavy.
I, uh‐‐ Actually, I wanted to talk to, uh, Klaus.
What? Klaus? Why?
He's a hero now.
The whole Vampire Council is talking about how he bravely
ventured into the deadly, burning sunlight to save you.
Yeah. That's not exactly how it happened. You see‐‐
There's the vamp of the hour.
Klaus, the vampire hero.
Hey, Uncle Drac, fellow vampire hero.
Oh, you.
Oh, me.
Oh, blech.
Uh‐oh. What happened now?
What's this line even for?
Are you serious?
This is the lineup to high‐five the hand
that saved Mavis Dracula.
And you two are in it?
We're selling official Klaus merch.
Klaus saved Dracula's daughter. It only makes sense
to put his likeness on lunch boxes and underwear.
Not cool, you guys.
Hey.
If you saved yourself, we'd have your face on a lunch box, too.
(Blowing raspberry)
(Groaning)
Whoa. Okay.
I feel like we've crossed a line at some point here.
Let Great Uncle Gene throw out
the first high‐five of the day.
Ow! Why would you hit me like that?
The agony.
You can't treat a hero like this.
I need medical assistance. Ow!
Now, this is more like it.
Ooh. Ah.
I'm never washing this hand again.
Um, but aren't you a doctor?
You're right.
I guess I'm never washing my feet again, either.
How can all these monsters
possibly think Klaus is a hero?
He's Klaus! He's a coward.
He's afraid of his own shadow.
Yeah, but to be fair, his shadow hates him.
(Blowing raspberry)
Of course it does. He's Klaus.
All right. Own up.
What gives with saving me?
What? I saved you fair and square.
I don't buy it.
If anything, you owe me.
You should consider yourself lucky
that I don't need a favor from you.
I know you didn't mean to save me.
Good luck proving that.
It's not like there's some magic room in the hotel with screens
that show you what happened at the precise time and location.
I'm describing the security crystal balls, aren't I?
(Groaning)
(Screaming)
See? Klaus wasn't even paying attention.
He was dancing, if you can even call it that.
Watch. His back is to me. He doesn't see.
This proves Klaus is a fraud.
Eh, I've been called worse.
Klaus, I am ashamed you're even related to the Dracula family.
That really was some terrible dancing.
Ouch. Now, that one stung a little.
See? He was just dancing.
(Crying)
He's a fraud.
He didn't even know she was there.
He's just a bad dancer.
He didn't mean to save Mavis.
Klaus lied, if you can believe it.
So, you weren't here
for the centaur extension?
No, but I kind of like it.
(Tom‐tom hit and cymbal crash sounding)
(Groaning)
Hi, Dad. I‐‐
No. Sorry, Mavy. Sorry.
I once again want to talk to Klaus‐‐
Oh.
I want to tell him how disappointed I am.
In that case, be right bat.
So long, merch.
Are monsters still waiting in line for high‐fives?
Nope.
Your dad is making Klaus return every high‐five he got.
Meh. Oh.
Ugh! Ow.
(Sighing) Where's Cardboard Klaus?
I sure could use a friend right now.
Klaus really got what was coming to him this time.
Yep, he sure did.
I mean, he did save your life from that beam of light and all,
but yeah.
Huh.
That's true, isn't it?
Him not caring about anything but himself saved the day.
He was just Klaus being Klaus.
What do I do?
Apologize, or thank him. Oh! You could do both.
Apolo‐thank time.
(Panting) Where's Klaus?
Don't know.
I was here trying to get him to pay us back
for all that useless merch, but then he had to
"go out for a walk and rest his hand."
Out for a walk? But it's almost sunrise.
He could get burned.
(Panting)
Klaus?
Uh, Klaus, this is hard for me to say,
but I'm sorry I was mean to you.
And thank you for saving my afterlife,
whether you meant to or not.
This is confusing.
Who's apologizing to who?
It's an apolo‐thank, actually.
KLAUS: Oh, I love a good apolo‐thank.
What's going on?
If Klaus is here, who's out there?
(Gasping) What?
You're Cardboard Klaus?
Holy rabies.
I'm about to get caught outside in daylight.
Wow. It's getting hot out here.
Ow, ow, ow!
Ouch.
Did I just see what I think I saw?
Klaus, you saved me. Again.
You really are a hero.
I did?
I was just grabbing Cardboard Klaus.
It's my only copy, and probably my best friend.
This is your moment. You earned it.
Cardboard Klaus just saved both of your afterlives.
PEDRO: Oh, no.
Our merch.
It's still good.
I say "card," you say "board."
Card. Board.
Sorry, Mavy.
I'd love to catch up, but I kind of want
to talk to the Cardboard Klaus. You know, the hero?
(Groaning)
I can't believe I'm meeting the Cardboard Klaus.
So exciting!
MAVIS: Argh!
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