(Thundering)
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(Band playing)
(Screaming)
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(Bats squeaking)
(Wolf howling)
And you remember Donny.
Well, his cousin's sister's ex‐boyfriend's new girlfriend
is friends with a witch doctor who set me up with this warlock
who bought me a bouquet of witch hazel!
Witch hazel!
I mean, it made me break out in red, bubbly boils
all over my warts!
I was so mortified I wanted to die!
I could help you with that.
I‐I‐I mean, I‐I...
Okay, bye!
Hello Death! Uh, I mean, Gary.
(Laughing)
Yeah, sorry, I can't help myself sometimes.
Long week at work.
How about a nice, relaxing steam?
Currently, it's a soothing 800 degrees.
(Whistle blowing)
Hmm, I have been killing it at work all week.
Hello, Mavis!
I'm off for a nice, relaxing steam.
I'll join you!
Hello, Gary.
I guess I may be going for a slightly less relaxing steam
than I previously thought.
Oh, gah!
I always forget that you're "Life", too.
It's weird.
Says the guy wearing flippers over his webbed feet.
Well, what other type of shoes would fit my webbing?
Ugh, it's like time stands still in this place!
(Sighing)
Hey, Mavis!
Settle something for me.
Am I scary?
Like, your smell or in general?
See? You're not scary.
And dude, I'm scared of everything.
Well, not everything.
Ahhh! Pencil!
Fine, everything!
Okay, well, maybe I'm not scary 'cause I'm too handsome.
Maybe I need a disguise or something.
Like Death's cloak and spiky stick?
Yeah!
Wait, what?
Check it out. It's just hanging there.
Imagine what it would be like to try it on.
You don't need to.
Death will be in the steam for another...
Time really is standing still.
What is with that clock?!
Ugh!
This painting has been causing a lot of trouble.
Tianna over there has been waitin' since forever
for her break to start.
(Wolf howling)
Clearly, Death is gonna be in the steam for a while.
Uhhh...
Nah, I was just talking tough.
It wouldn't fit you, anyway.
You guys aren't exactly the same size.
(Laughing)
I'm picturing it in my mind!
(Laughing)
Okay. All right.
I'm putting it on!
(Zapping)
Huh, actually looks kinda good on you.
(Gasping) Holy rabies.
Look at your hands!
Huh?!
Cool...
I feel good, too!
Look at me, I'm Death!
You're dead!
And you're dead!
And‐‐ Ahh!
Ahhh!
Were you... Were you just scared of me?
Haha! No.
(Gulping) I was.
I knew it.
You guys were right, I've never been scary.
Pungent? Sure.
Glutinous? Duh.
But scary?
Not even once.
Till now.
If he's gonna be in there for a while,
I've got time to go live it up as Death!
Just come back soon.
And don't touch anything!
(Zapping)
Pedro?
(Sighing) Pedro.
Make way for Death!
(Screaming)
Stench fries, rot dogs, meat boos, gross beef?
Meet my belly!
Belly, meet my lunch!
Yo! Can I get next?
(Screaming)
I'm gonna count that one.
(Elevator dinging)
Ah! Oh!
(Screaming)
Huh, I usually have to pass gas to do that.
So, how was it?
(Chuckling)
Being Death rules!
Don't I know it.
Gah! Death!
I mean, Life!
Ha, I always forget you're the stork.
Yeah, I get that a lot when I'm not wearing... my cloak!
Your cloak!
(Laughing awkwardly)
You probably think I'm wearing it.
Well, you are. Check the nametag.
"Death." Ha!
Must've grabbed the wrong one. So sorry.
Uh, yeah, you also should've read the label next to it, kid.
19 percent poly‐rotton.
That explains the butt rash.
No, the other one.
Whoever puts on Death's cloak, has to work Death's shift.
I get to work a whole shift!
(Giggling)
But if I'm Death, what do you do?
I get to be Gary the stork, literal Life of the party.
(Laughing)
That's awesome!
Yeah, baby!
I love being Death!
I hate being Death!
Being Death is boring me to...
death!
Oh! Even my jokes are lame now!
(Snoring)
Gah! I'm up! I'm up!
Pedro, where have you been?!
We've been looking all over for you.
You wanna know where I've been all night?
Pushing paper!
(Gasping)
What did paper ever do to you?
Tell me where the bad mummy hurt you.
(Sighing)
It turns out barely anything Death does
actually has to do with death.
I thought I'd be doing ribbon cuttings
at cemeteries and stuff!
Yes!
But I never got to do that even once!
His life stinks!
Ugh, that's too bad.
Cause you know ex‐Death, Gary?
His new life's awesome!
Explain.
I guess now that he isn't burdened
with all the work of being Death,
Gary's the life of the party.
Whoo‐hoo, it's limbo time!
(Laughing)
If Death's still at that party,
I gotta go talk to him and get him to take his job back.
My shift's gotta be almost over.
Ha! Go find Death and ask him to take his job back?
No, thanks.
Oh, yeah, and I have to help Hank with his...
stuff.
You don't have to ask me twice!
I'm always up for a good dance party!
Whoop, whoop!
Seriously, no one else wants to get in on this?
(Beat boxing)
Beat boxing!
Pedro!
You killing it as Death or what?
Being Death is killing me.
I hate it. I'm done.
You can have your cloak back.
It won't come off!
It's stuck!
Oh, yeah!
Ha, that's cause I don't want it back.
I'm sorry, kid, it's yours till the shift is over.
How long is my shift?
It says 8 hours?
No, wait. It's sideways.
Ha! It goes this way.
I mean infinity hours.
Yeah, it's yours... it's yours for infinity.
Infinity?! Is that shorter or longer than a day?
Uh, It's kinda more like forever.
Well, have fun!
I've waited my entire afterlife to have a limbo party.
A birthday party, a pool party, surprise party, you name it.
Haha! I'm gonna try all the parties!
(Gary laughing)
Dance party! Whoop, whoop!
Dance with me, Pedro. Dance.
No? Let me try that again.
(Zapping)
Infinity!
That's how long I'm supposed to be Death!
That's a long time.
It's forever.
And it is sort of your fault!
If you hadn't said the cloak would look funny on me,
I would've been way too chicken to try it on.
(Chicken squawking)
Sorry, no offense.
So, you have to help me get my life back!
I can't be pushing papers for infinity
while he goes to every party known to monsterkind!
Ahhhhhh!
(Zapping, objects crashing)
Okay, okay, I'll help you.
But stop waving that thing around!
(Trembling)
So, Gary, how's it going,
you know, without your cloak and all.
Great!
Sure, I've gotta wait in line at the buffet
since no one's afraid of me,
but who cares now that I've got all the time in the underworld!
I bet.
Pedro is swamped up to his eyeball wraps.
Poor guy doesn't even have time to party.
Whew, yeah, been there.
I feel for him.
I mean, I'm not gonna trade with him,
but, oh, I totally feel for him.
Aw, yeah! Dance party!
Whoop, whoop!
Wendy, hey!
And don't you mean, costume party?
Aw, yeah, that's what I said!
Costume dance party! Whoop whoop!
Ooh, I've never been to a costume dance party!
And a hybrid party is at the top of my list of parties!
(Hank panting) Whoa. It is a real rager in there.
You're dressed as me? Or, old me.
It's so long and flowy.
Perfect for going potty.
Er, did I say "potty" or "party"?
(Laughing)
Speaking of that, um...
You're invited, if you wanna go.
It's a Death theme party.
Oh, come on, you think you can trick me that easily?
Pfft! How dumb do you think I look?
Aside from the fact that I am a seven‐foot‐tall stork.
(Laughing)
Okay, it was worth a shot.
It really does sound like a good time.
(Sighing)
So, do you want the cloak or not?
Okay, fine.
I mean, it's‐it's just for the party.
So, lay it on me.
(Zapping)
Let's get this par‐tay started.
Make way for the big guy!
We did it! I'm me again!
(Cheering)
Woo‐hoo! Yeah!
(Laughing)
(Gargoyle groaning)
(Bats squeaking)
(Wolf howling)
(Sniffing) Hmm.
(Sniffing)
Do you think it stinks enough in here?
Do we need more rotten eggs?
MAVIS: I like it.
Or maybe it stinks too much?
I think it stinks just fine.
This is Wendy's first birthday since I became her step‐mummy,
and I want everything to be just right
for that gooey little girl.
Don't worry.
Wendy is my best friend.
I won't let you guys down.
We are going to party!
Uh, it's pronounced "par‐tay", Baby Drac,
but that's the kind of talk I do like to hear.
I went through a lot of trouble to find the perfect gift,
trekking through fire and brimstone,
over lava pools and volcanoes,
and that was just to find the hearse parking at the mall.
Shonda, it's fine.
Go relax, maybe get your wraps bleached,
and when you're done, it'll be time to party.
You mean par‐tay.
Don't I know it.
(Mavis humming)
MYSTERIOUS VOICE: Mavis...
'Kay, that was weird.
Maybe no more scummy worms for me before bed.
Mavis!
It's not you doing that, is it?
Whoa!
Open me...
No no! No no no no!
One, there is no way I'm opening Wendy's wrapped gift,
and two, I can't believe I'm talking to a box.
Okay, well, if it's already unwrapped,
I guess I can peek inside.
(Gasping)
It is beautiful!
Oh, hey, Jett.
What?
You like, uh, my purse?
I know, right.
Oh, yeah, sure, I have gum.
WENDY: Mavis!
Wendy! Oh, no!
It'll spoil the surprise!
Gah! I've got to hide all this stuff.
(Grunting efforts)
Whoa!
Ahhhh!
(Burping)
Wow, talk about roomy.
Ahh! Holy rabies!
I'm stuck!
Yo, Mavis.
We're here to check on the par‐tay.
Uh, where's Wendy?
RECORDING: Mavis!
(Laughing)
Wanted to see how you'd perform under pressure.
Not great, as you can see!
(Shrieking)
Hey! Whaaaa‐‐
I'm gonna remove Hank's hand,
but you gotta stop doing that, okay?
Mm‐hmm.
Oh, dude, you got drool all over it.
Is that Wendy's gift?
I know how this looks.
But it's not my fault.
The purse called to me.
It knew my name.
I was being polite!
Okay, fine, I was messing around with it, got worried
when I heard someone and stuffed all the party things inside.
And now I'm stuck!
(Sighing) Isn't that always the way?
Mavis, I don't think you understand
what a big deal this is.
Uh, yeah, I kinda do.
It's Wendy's gift.
I'm stuck in her purse.
Nope. You're stuck in her cursed mummy purse.
It probably called your name just for kicks.
Those things bring an after‐lifetime of bad luck
to any unauthorized user.
Bad luck? Forever?
What happens to who the purse is meant for?
For them, it's a stylish and roomy handbag.
You got that right.
Very true.
But, um, also,
you gotta help me get it off!
Hank, I need you to go distract Wendy.
Keep her away from the party.
(Clearing throat)
You mean par‐tay, and yes, ma'am.
What about me? It's almost snack o'clock.
You're a mummy. You must know how this thing works.
Not really.
I kinda don't pay attention to things
that aren't food or Pedro‐related.
(Groaning) We can't go to Shonda.
Ugh, there must be someone we can ask.
Well, there is...
(Playing suspenseful music)
..one mummy.
Rusty?
Rusty.
And, because Rusty loves his mama so much‐‐
Our mama! That is what I said.
I will help you get out of that purse.
Yes!
But, under one condition.
MAVIS: Anything.
I want the southwest quadrant of that trapped birthday cake.
Anything, but that!
What's the big deal?
You see, based on the way the purse is listing,
the southwest quadrant has slumped by 9.3 degrees,
meaning it now contains the highest ratio of icing to cake.
You got all that by looking at the shape of a purse?
(Chuckling) I have a gift.
Okay, deal.
(Groaning)
(Clapping hands)
(Blowing dust)
(Coughing)
(Reciting incantation)
Woo‐hoo! Boom drac‐alacka!
Gah, I used the wrong incantation!
Oh, no, I'm not letting you at that cake!
(Warrior cry)
No, Pedro! Argh!
PEDRO: I told you this purse was cursed!
(Eating sounds)
Hey!
You guys haven't started eating Wendy's cake, right?
(Burping)
Nope. Wha....
Come on, Hank, you can tell me. It's my birthday!
I just know Mavis has something special planned.
Mavis? Uh, don't think so.
I feel like I'd know if she was planning a su‐‐
Great goo, of course!
Mavis knows I love pointless games!
She must be planning a su... scavenger hunt!
Mm‐hmm!
(Giggling) I can't wait!
(Spitting)
(Sighing)
(Giggling)
Uh, why are you holding a three‐headed dog leash?
'Cause I borrowed it from Cerberus.
Never know what weird stuff
Mavis might have on her list for me to find.
(Clicking tongue)
Well, yeah, but um,
now what's stopping the three‐headed dog
from getting out?
Uhhh... I don't know.
(Crashing, growling)
(Hank shrieking)
Oh, mommy!
I love birthdays!
(Growling)
Okay, all we have to do is lay low,
somehow get my hand out of the cursed purse,
and get all the party stuff back to the grand room
before Shonda notices.
No problem, right?
Hey, Mavis, Shonda's looking for you.
PEDRO: That happened faster than I expected.
WENDY: Woo‐hoo!
Oh, no. Wendy!
Uh‐oh. Abort! Abort!
Was that Mavis?
No. Can't be.
The walk was all wrong.
It must've been...
C'mon, Hank, you can do this.
Tell a believable fib.
A shape‐shifting, mimic alien on a research operation
regarding their conquest of the monster underworld?
I guess that does make more sense.
(Skeleton chattering)
Gah!
Oh...
Dr. Gillman!
Oh, thank goblins!
I need your help with this purse!
I have got just the thing.
I'm pretty sure I have some nice hoop earrings
to go with that.
Yeah, no, I mean I need help getting it off!
Oh. I see.
Well, it looks like a cursed mummy purse,
so in that case...
we can do this the easy way or the funny way!
(Shrieking)
PEDRO: Don't hurt what's left of the cake!
(Gasping) Yikes! Shonda!
Hmm...
Baby Drac?
Great purse, girl.
Thank you!
I think the lines of the bandages
really compliment the stripes in my socks,
plus it is so roomy and‐‐
PEDRO: Mavis!
Right, gotta go!
Okay, I have one hour to make the best party ever.
Maybe, if everyone has so much fun,
they won't even notice the purse eating my hand.
Right, Wendy?
Gah! Wendy!
Hi, Mavis!
Sorry, I kept thinking,
"Don't go to the grand room, don't go to the grand room,"
and clearly I must have said‐‐
"Go to the grand room"!
So, what're we here for?
I, uhhh...
There you are.
Now just what is goin' on?
Um, surprise...?
Is that Wendy's gift?
Okay, I know how it sounds,
but the purse literally called to me.
It even knew my name.
And I‐I...
I love it!
It's so big and roomy.
PEDRO: You don't know the half of it.
Mm‐hmm!
It's a cursed mummy purse.
Cursed for all except you, that is.
(Gasping) For me?
Oh, sure, for her you open up.
(Gasping)
Are those party decorations? And a cake?
And my new step‐bros Pedro and Rusty?
PEDRO AND RUSTY: DJ war!
(All shouting)
Wendy, I'm sorry!
It is not what it looks like.
Oh, yes, it is.
It looks like the best party ever!
Only you would think to go so outside the casket
and hold my party inside a purse.
Thank you, Mavis!
You're welcome!
(Blowing party favors)
Woo! C'mon, guys!
Meh.
Great par‐tay, Mavis.
Good job, Mavy.
You throw a great par‐tay.
As weird as it is.
(Sighing)
Phew. Glad that's over.
And now to par‐‐
What?!
(Groaning) Not again...
MAVIS: Cake?
Can't forget about my bestie.
Thanks, Wendy.
Gah!
(Party crowd cheering, music playing)
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