(Thundering)
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(Band playing)
(Screaming)
♪
(Bats squeaking)
(Wolf howling)
Aunt Lydia, look how responsible I've become.
Instead of hanging with my friends,
I'm helping you carry these haunted urns to your room!
(Groaning)
I suppose you have, slightly.
(Crashing)
(Sneezing)
Ha‐ha‐ha!
Child, cover up.
Why did you not do the Dracula Sneeze?
The who what now?
It is named for us, after all.
It is?
Hello, little boogerbats!
I vant to keep you healthy, so...
(Upbeat music playing)
(Growling)
(Dracula laughing)
♪ Don't get caught with your claws full of snot ♪
♪ Stop germs with ease, do the Dracula sneeze ♪
♪ Dracula Sneeze! Do it with me, please! ♪
♪ Bleh‐bleh‐bleh, do the Dracula ♪
(Sighing) Come on, guys.
You know I don't say bleh‐bleh‐ble....
Ah‐choo!
(Shuddering) I must've blocked that out.
Fair enough.
But where in the underworld is your cape?
Uh, it's, um...
it's on a special mission!
It's top‐secret, very important. Very.
Where's Mavis? It's her turn!
I don't mind waiting.
I love Mavis' room! It's so Mavis‐y!
Plus it's got really nice mood lighting.
Special mission?
Mavis, you're a worse liar than Clifton.
(Growling)
Oh, stop it, Clifton!
You are not the first zombie on the moon, so give it up already!
Now Mavis, why didn't your cape instinctively come to your aid?
I'm sure it just assumed I could handle a sneeze on my own.
Heh.
Call.
Your.
Cape.
Um, okay.
Capey! Here, Capey! (Whistling)
Capey, Capey, Capey, Capey!
(Cape blowing raspberry)
Your cape disobeys you
and you have not even named it yet?
How humiliating!
(Clucking)
Watch and learn!
Cape Fear!
Let us show my niece how a proper cape should behave.
Roll over.
Play undead.
Now clean up this mess.
(Growling)
(Crashing)
The point is you should have learned
to master your cape by now.
I was gonna start training it right when I got it, but...
Okay, here we go.
Mavis, stop literally everything!
We found a remote‐controlled candle!
(Gasping) Ooh!
Scared! Not scared.
(All laughing)
It was a super cool candle.
Anyway, no problem.
I can train my cape.
It's not like it's brain surgery!
(Brains chattering)
Be wary, child, you are still on the cape's probation period.
You could be summoned at any moment.
Summoned? Summoned to what?
I have to go to something called Cape Court?
(Theme music playing) ♪ Cape Court, Cape Court ♪
(Gasping) Holy rabies!
The Vampire Realm?!
I thought this place was only for Fangceaneras!
Please, Aunt Lydia, I promise to practice with my cape!
It is not up to me, child.
(Cackling)
Hi, Miranda!
Hiya, Mavis.
I didn't expect to see you again.
Especially not here in...
♪ Cape Court, Cape Court ♪
(Rumbling)
(Werewolf howling)
Ahem.
It is now time for me to read you your Miranda Rights,
which means you have the right to tell me
why you're not getting along with your cape.
Ahh!
Listen, this must be a mistake!
I earned my cape fair and square at my Fangceanera!
Sure...
but you're expected to carry out the duties
of a responsible cape‐owning vampire.
It's all in the Cape Manual I gave you.
You did read the Cape Manual, right?
How long have we been waiting?
I don't wear a watch.
Don't worry, I have an excellent internal clock.
(Muffled ticking)
You are accused of neglecting your cape duties!
You must prove you are worthy,
or you shall be stripped of your cape!
(Gasping) What?!
No vampire in the history of the underworld
has been stripped of their cape!
I thought she would just be hung by her heels
or something fun like that.
This is totally unfair!
Sure, maybe I could've put in a little more effort with my cape,
but it's not like I've been mistreating it!
Really?
Let's bring up exhibit A.
(Chewing, swallowing)
Exhibit B.
(Laughing)
And C.
(Sneezing)
(Blowing nose)
(Groaning)
Ugh, nasty.
And it's all evidence of how irresponsible you've been
with your cape.
And the cape is no better...
(Mavis snoring)
(Cape laughing)
The pee trick? Really?
Ha‐ha, joke's on you!
Guess what I mopped that up with?
(Growling)
Disorder! Disorder!
This court finds Mavis Dracula guilty...
of not being a very good cape owner.
You can't just take my cape away!
At least give me a chance to prove myself!
Duh, why do you think you're here?
If you are to keep this cape,
the two of you must pass one of three tests...
Great!
We'll just go study and we'll be right back.
MIRANDA: Starting now!
Test number one: Cape Call.
Let's see how it responds to your commands.
(Gulping)
If you're going to have a chance,
you should probably name it first.
Yeah, don't worry, I got this!
Right, Cape Su...zette?
It's a great name.
Now, Cape Suzette, sit.
C'mon, sit!
Okay, Cape Suzette, roll over!
Come on! Come on!
Oh, ha‐ha, I got it.
Stay!
Oh! It's like watching a zombie talent show.
It's a train wreck, but I cannot look away.
Miranda, this isn't fair!
Clearly I got a bum cape!
Nope. Bum‐capes are sold separately.
It's in the manual you didn't read.
I mean, my cape doesn't work right!
(Snapping fingers) Sit.
(Panting happily)
(Groaning)
Test number two: The Cape Glide.
A strong vampire‐cape connection will allow you
to hover comfortably without the need to bat out.
See? Simple.
Now do not mess it up.
Yes! Yes!
We got this!
Let's go higher!
(Screaming)
Ow.
The picture of grace.
Listen, Cape.
You gotta follow directions
or we're both gonna be in big trouble.
(Miranda banging gavel)
Test number three: invisi‐bull fighting.
Work in perfect unison with your cape or get trampled!
Olé!
Argh! I'm not the cape, you are!
Ugh!
(Screaming)
Welp, that's that.
To be honest, once you failed the first test, it was over.
The other two were just for show.
I can't believe I'm losing my cape forever.
A vampire without a cape
is like a werewolf without a wolf!
A swamp‐thing without a swamp!
A witch without an...
itch?
Okay, okay. Sure you'll be stripped of your cape,
but it'll be exchanged for another one.
The tests just proved you two aren't a match.
So, no hanging by the heels?
Why did I even come down here?
I'm... just getting a new cape?
Of course, you're Count Dracula's daughter,
I can't leave you capeless.
So, it's new cape o'clock!
Okay, this one has a cup holder,
this one has a panini press,
and this one has built‐in speakers
that play your fave song.
♪ Cape Court, Cape Court, Cape Court, Cape Court ♪
It'll catch on, you'll see.
Now, pick your fabulous new cape.
(Laughing)
There's one with a panini press?
Oh, this one's shiny.
Hey, wait!
What will happen to my old cape?
Oh, don't worry, it will be put out to pasture.
AKA sent to the ogre diaper factory.
Hope your old cape likes ogre babies.
Go for the panini press.
You never know when you're going to need
a delicious, grilled sandwich.
Miranda, I don't want any of those capes.
Hmm, I might still have one left with a built‐in foot massager.
What I meant was I don't want ‐‐ wait, foot massager?
No! I mean, I don't want any new cape!
I want my old cape back.
(Gasping)
We're a team!
Not a great team, but still...
Ah... ah‐ah‐choo!
Huh?
You did the Dracula sneeze!
(Laughing)
You did it, Cape.
And... I'm sorry.
(Laughing)
Well, Mavis, you just passed the real test.
The other capes were decoys
to see if you'd make the right choice.
Looks like you and Cape Suzette belong together.
Just remember to actually do the training.
We will. Thanks, Miranda.
How much to get the panini press installed?
(Skulls chattering)
Ugh, feels like we've been waiting forever!
I'm starving!
Gonna have to use my emergency boo‐rito.
(Chomping)
Hmm, according to this,
we've only been waiting for like 11 minutes.
Weird.
Well, I'm only waiting another 20... years.
Unless Mavis isn't back yet, then I'll just wait longer.
Man, that emergency boo‐rito did nothing!
I'm still hungry!
Ooh! I know!
(Gargling)
Yeah!
Mm!
Even better the second time!
Still hungry, though.
Ooh! I know!
I could watch this all night.
Me too!
(Bats squeaking)
(Wolf howling)
Hopefully, all this volunteering pays off
and we get hired onto Quasimodo's kitchen staff!
I'm just in it for the ID badge.
Imagine having your name laminated.
So official, so fancy!
(Sighing)
I just wish Pedro was here, he loves food!
Eh. You know how he reacts when he hears the word "work."
(Screaming)
The kitchen's where the power is,
we'll decide what everymonster eats.
And doesn't eat.
Like, I had no idea Dr. Gillman was boo‐ten free.
Boo! What?
Plus it'll teach us discipline and responsibility.
Exactly!
Discipline, responsibility and...
Food fight!
(All shouting)
(Laughing)
Hey, my mouth was open!
(Knives clashing)
Esmerelda, today we're trying out new kitchen staff.
Only the hardest‐working and most responsible will be hired!
(Cackling)
(Esmerelda squeaking)
Yes, yes, of course, they are all nincompoops,
but we shall endeavor to hire the queen of the nincompoops!
Argh!
This isn't what it looks like!
Oh, come on!
(Sighing)
Really?
(Laughing)
Because it looks like you are wasting food
and destroying my kitchen!
Wow, you are good,
'cause that is exactly what we were doing!
Hey!
(Laughing)
(Zombie growling)
(Grumbling)
If it were not for who your parents were,
I would serve you up as the soup de jour!
Phew, finally paid off.
Things always work out for me.
As punishment, you will clean my kitchen from top to bottom!
Including the wax traps!
BOTH: Ewww...
Just those two? Huh, I got off easy.
Oh, no, as for you, you will work as a server in...
the diner of the dead!
(Playing ominous music)
(Gasping)
Which is really just the zombie cafeteria,
but still, it's zero fun.
Okay, and now I must go and pick up more provisions
since you've wasted all the food!
I gotta say, that is an adorable little organ.
Yep. Uh‐huh.
You know what's really unfair about this?
Quasi's kitchen wasn't even that clean to begin with!
We shouldn't have had a food fight,
but he totally overreacted!
Oh, great, and now I've burnt the slug‐gut gruel.
(Groaning)
Yeah, yeah, but you're gonna have to wait.
I kind of ruined this batch and have to get another one.
(Groaning)
Okay, there's no reason to get all pushy about it!
Oh, man!
These zombies are mad at you.
(Laughing)
What'd you do, use up all their haircare products again?
Pedro, what are you eating? Where'd you get that?
Brown glop from that new take‐out place.
Ha!
Ha, ha, ha!
(Zombies groaning)
Phew, that was close!
I don't know what that brown glop was,
but they really liked it!
(Growling excitedly)
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Wow, not only did they like it,
but look how much energy it gave them!
Wait, since when do you work in the zombie cafeteria?
Can you get me a discount?
Look at them go!
They're moving way faster than normal!
Plus they're stronger too.
This is incredible.
Think of the work that can get done around the hotel.
Mm‐hmm!
That, and it'll give us so much more time to do nothing.
True 'bat.
Blow it up.
BOTH: Pew!
(Knives clashing)
(Growling)
Man, these zombies are doing a bang‐up job!
They're crazy efficient!
And flexible!
I hear Gavin's new rot yoga class is a big hit!
(Groaning)
Ahhh!
I was so close.
(Zombies groaning)
Oh, wow.
Guys, I think they're hungry again!
I can respect that.
Pedro, go pick up some more of that brown glop
so we can feed them!
A'ight.
(Zombies growling)
All right, back it up!
Don't make me use my kung‐goo.
Hi‐yah!
Uh...
It's coming, it's coming, you can drop the attitude!
Who's hungry for some brown... stuff?
(Zombies growling)
So, where is this new take‐out place
you keep getting the stuff from, anyway?
Just next door. (Laughing)
I don't think so, the only place next door is...
(Gasping) Oh, no.
Have we been feeding them human food?
I don't know. I mean...
I took it from the human house and it was made by humans.
Does that make it human food?
MAVIS: Uh, yeah, it definitely does.
Then yes, we've been feeding them human food.
Wah!
I'm making it as fast as I can, sugar‐booger!
Your porridge will be ready soon, it just has to cool down.
Hopefully, this one doesn't disappear
like all those other naughty bowls of porridge did.
(Giggling)
What a strange thing to say out loud.
"Whole Grain Porridge."
Never heard of it before. Is it bad?
I don't know, let's ask an expert.
I'm so glad you came to me with this question.
Well, we couldn't find any experts.
Zombies eating human food isn't really a big deal.
Phew! That's good!
As long as the human food
isn't something called "whole grain porridge."
Zombies go crazy for that brown glop.
That's what caused the Great Zombie Apocalypse of 1818!
Because it is so healthy,
after a few helpings of the grains,
zombies become so fast and strong
they're basically unstoppable.
(Gulping) That's not good.
What's not good?
Porridge or the whole zombie thing?
I don't know.
Help!
We need more boiled slug‐gut gruel
before the zombies take over the underworld!
Mm, we are fresh out.
Quasimodo went to get more ingredients.
Okay, not a big deal.
We'll just stop feeding them porridge
while we wait for more boiled slug‐gut gruel.
Yeah, Dr. Gillman said as soon as we re‐introduce the gruel,
they'll forget all about the porridge.
Exactly!
It's not like zombies have long memories.
Who doesn't?
Zombies!
(Sighing)
(Skeleton cackling)
(Zombies growling)
Gavin, I understand you're hungry, the food is on its way!
I swear!
It's just taking a little longer than expected.
(Growling)
Uh, Mavis, why do I get the feeling
that we're starting to look tastier and tastier?
(Groaning)
Ahh!
(Sniffing)
(Moaning)
Holy rabies!
We have to stop them before they reach the house!
Okay, you do that,
I'm just gonna hide here and see how that works out.
(Gasping) Zombies!
(Moaning)
Help! Donald!
(Honking horn) Let me in!
(Giggling)
I'm going as fast as I can!
But you know that old saying, you can't rush a good porridge!
Stop, stop! Just close it, close it!
Stay away from her!
Hey, that's our dinner!
Graaains!
Graaaaains!
Aghh!
Grains!
(Panting)
Grains!
I'm sorry... did he just say "grains"?
I think so.
But it's okay,
as long as we keep them from the porridge.
(Screaming)
(Growling)
Uh, we've gotta hide it from them!
ZOMBIES: Grains!
(Mavis screaming) Quick! Back this way!
Grains!
(Screaming)
Grains, grains...
Graaaaaains!
(Screaming)
So, you're the one who's been stealing our porridge?
This is not the time for finger‐pointing!
Grains...
(Sobbing) I knew it would end like this!
Well, not exactly like this.
I am as shocked as you are!
(Both screaming)
Grains, grains!
Where are they taking us?
To... our... doom!
(Moaning)
(Screaming)
Grains, grains!
I'm sorry we weren't better neighbors!
(Screaming)
I'm sorry, too! Hold me!
(Whirring, Wendy giggling)
Wh‐What's that sound?
Hi, Mavis! It's me, your best friend, Wendy Blob!
Here comes the slug‐gut gruel!
Yes!
(Cheering)
Holy water!
Did you know we were this high up?
(Both shouting)
(Wendy laughing)
Whoo‐hoo!
(Growling)
(All moaning)
Yep, that's slug‐guts, all right!
Uh, well, it was, um... nice surviving with you!
Guys, wait up!
Ahh!
I did it!
I survived the zombie apocalypse!
I thought I heard someone making a racket out here.
What are you doing?
(Giggling)
(Twitching)
Whoa...
(Playing ominous music)
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