(Thunder crashing)
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(Screaming)
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(Bats squeaking, wolf howling)
(Music playing on TV)
I think maybe this movie is too scary for Hank.
(Whimpering) Is it over yet?
I feel like it should be over.
It's about a talking zebra that works in a human zoo.
Sure, but if it can talk, what else can it do?
(Whimpering)
I'm hoping yodel like a hero!
Fingers crossed, sister. Ha!
Ah!
Maybe we should ditch the movie and do something Hank can enjoy?
(Sighing) May as well.
The rest of him keeps hogging all the roachcorn.
Oh, come on!
(Laughing)
Okay, Hank,
we've talked about it and think it's time to help you out
with a little scare‐apy.
We talked about it?
Was there an official meeting held without me?
The details of how we decided aren't important.
Well, being scared of everything
kinda does get in the way of having fun.
If you think you can help‐‐
Of course we can!
Now, don't worry. We'll start small.
Look! A twig.
Twigs aren't scary. What can you do with a twig?
Nothing!
Right!
Well, I guess you could use them for firewood.
(Screaming) Fire!
Sorry! I didn't mean that!
Relax. There's no fire.
Although, funnily enough, there is a fire ant on it.
(Screaming) Fire ant!
Actually, you can tell by the size and tool belt
that it's a carpenter ant.
(Screaming) Carpenters!
(Screaming)
Ahh! One set of footprints?
Invisible predator! (Screaming)
Bush creature!
Moon! It's looking right at me!
(Screaming)
(Grunting)
Oh, Mommy!
(Screaming) (Grunting)
Hank, you're at the Cartwrights! You gotta watch out for‐‐
Kitty: Donald! (Gasping)
Ah!
Did you hear that, Donald? Must be those pesky birds.
But luckily, our new scarecrow scared them away!
Ew. He must have bought two of them.
Can't he do anything right? Donald!
(Sighing)
Hank, I can't believe you have a twin brother and didn't tell us!
Huh? Why does this thing look like me?
It's called a scarecrow.
Humans use them to scare birds away.
So, I guess they picked one that looks like you
'cause you're so scary.
Yup, definitely that. Very scary.
You mean, this thing scares away birds?
But birds are the scariest creatures in the underworld.
The kings of the Scare Chain.
This is the Scare Chain. It ranks how scary things are.
At the bottom are regular monsters
like skeletons and zombies.
Scary, but nothing to go crying to your mommy about.
HANK: Next up are the creepy crawlers.
You don't want to turn your back on them.
Luckily, I have no back. I'm all front.
The less you know the better.
Then we have the classic monsters.
Vampires, mummies, werewolves. Yeah, yeah!
Then, the scary ladies. You don't wanna mess with them.
And at the tippy top are birds!
They're strong, smart, and can learn new things.
Like how to scare you in completely different ways!
(Tweeting) (Screaming)
(Whimpering)
(Screeching)
(Gasping) I can't believe it!
That scarecrow looks like me and scares birds?
So that means I'm basically the top of the Scare Chain!
Yes!
Keep dreaming, Moon! I'm not scared of you!
And, nice try, Bush Creature.
Whatevs, invisible predator.
I'm at the top of the Scare Chain now.
Yeah! The Scareman of the Board!
WENDY: Ooh! Look!
He's walking down the stairs without holding the railing!
Hank's finally overcoming his many, many, many, many, fears!
(Laughing) (Growling)
(Laughing)
Who ate all of my gingerbread demons?
(Clearing throat) That would be me.
I'm at the top of the Scare Chain, baby!
Ugh. I need a new challenge.
Monsters are boring.
I need to tempt humans! To their face!
Some days it just does not pay to get out of the casket.
(Clucking)
Time to show Kitty Cartwright
who's at the top of the Scare Chain!
(Tweeting) Wait. What?
Why aren't the birds scared of it anymore?
The birds must have studied the me scarecrow
and learned it couldn't do anything to them.
If they aren't scared of the me scarecrow,
then maybe I'm not really at the top of the Scare Chain!
(Gasping)
I regret everything! (Screaming)
It's not like Hank to miss The Lizard of Gauze.
He loves that movie! Something must've happened.
Well, we shouldn't be too worried.
He is at the top of the Scare Chain, right?
He's also at the top of that tree.
Oh!
Hank, what's going on?
Oh, I just live in the tree now with all my bird friends.
I found out I'm not at the top of the Scare Chain.
But as long as I'm with the birds,
they'll protect me from anything.
I'm their king!
You're the... the king of the birds?
Yes! And it's such an honor.
I build their nests, give them food, feed them bugs.
You know, king stuff.
Oh! Sorry, it's dinner time.
(Retching)
(Gagging)
Hank, they're just using you!
Come on! You gotta make a break for it!
(Chuckling) No need for that.
I can leave anytime I want
I just don't feel like it right now.
Also, Pecky wants you to go away.
(Retching)
Pfft. He never fed me like that.
Those birds are never gonna let Hank go.
And since he's too scared to leave,
we're just gonna have to nest‐break him outta there!
Cool!
But this would be a lot easier
if those birds were still scared of that scarecrow.
You know, maybe that scarecrow can help after all.
Who's going to tell her it isn't real?
(Clearing throat) Yep!
I'll just sit here keeping your eggs warm
for the next two weeks.
No problem at all.
(Tweeting) (Whimpering)
MAVIS: Psst.
What are you guys doing here?
You have to leave before you get me in trouble.
Squawky hates surprise pop‐ins! You should've called first!
He's right. That would've been the polite thing to do.
We should probably go.
We're not leaving without you!
We're gonna sneak you out of this bird prison piece by piece!
We're gonna replace each of your body parts
with the scarecrow's parts!
I'll be long gone before the birds realize it's not me!
It's the perfect plan!
(Grunting)
Oof!
(Panting)
How does it feel to be free, Hank?
Ugh, I knew we forgot something!
Everything is fine.
(Panting)
Hank, Jump!
How? I'm only a head!
Okay, roll then!
It's too late!
I think they've caught on to the switcheroo.
(Tweeting)
There's no way I can get away.
I guess this is just gonna be my life now.
Maybe I'll get used to worm breath.
Nah, nah! It can't end like this!
I'm not losing you to these feather fiends!
I need you, buddy!
Aw, it's so sweet what Hank's friendship means to you.
Yeah!
But also, it's gonna be impossible
to find a new roommate who can tolerate my night burping.
(Snoring and burping)
(Chuckling)
You really should get that checked out.
I'm coming for ya, Hank's head!
(Panting)
(Gasping) (Grunting)
I'm free!
Woo‐hoo‐hoo!
Phew! Whoa!
So long birds!
You'll have to find someone else to pick on.
(Screaming)
No!
Okay, you win. I'm never gonna leave.
And yes, I will pick out all of your bird mites after dinner.
No!
He's gonna spend the rest of his afterlife as a bird nanny.
Well, at least he's king of the bird nannies.
Hank, you need to stand up for yourself!
Remember when you were at the top of the Scare Chain?
You weren't scared of anything!
You were The Scareman of the Board!
Yeah. I was The Scareman of the Board!
(Squawking angrily in bird) (Birds tweeting)
Oh, no, he didn't!
(Hank squawking) Ooh.
I can't believe he went there!
(Hank squawking) Whoa, not my mother!
Wait! You speak bird?
How did that not come up earlier?
When would that have come up?
Oh, this is great!
Hank is really standing up for himself!
(Squawking)
So, what do you think about that?
(Screaming) They didn't like it!
They did not like it one bit!
Well, the important thing is that he tried.
(Screaming) (Gasping)
Get away birds!
Don't you dare come back and eat my seeds!
Well, I guess we know
who's really at the top of the Scare Chain.
Back to work.
Yeah, I can leave anytime I want.
(Bats squeaking, wolf howling)
(Humming)
Child!
What has you in such an absurdly pleasant mood?
Oh! Today is Mavis Day!
Good goblins!
There cannot actually be a day to honor you! Can there?
It's my own day to honor myself.
A "me" day to do whatever I want.
First, I'm gonna go get‐‐ Stop!
While I am certain every day in your life is, by definition,
a "Mavis Day", the only thing worse
than learning of this intolerable holiday
is having to endure the excruciating details of it.
(Chuckling)
Looks like Mavis Day is already a success.
(Laughing and humming)
Klaus? Wendy?
Oh I thought I woke up.
But you're arm‐in‐arm, so maybe I'm dreaming?
Today is a dream, Mavis!
Klaus and I are going to a Groanie convention!
Together?
Groanies are so universally loved
they can bring even the most unlikely of foes together.
They're heroes like that. Their friendship is tragic.
And, there's a new zombie pony coming out today.
Wendy will brush its mane...
...and Klaus will braid it!
So, wanna come, Mavis?
Do I want to come?
PEDRO: Pfft.
She'd rather watch paint dry! Right, Mavis?
You can join us. Come on!
(Grunting)
Ah! Join you for what?
Watching paint dry! Woo!
Wait. I'm sorry. You're really gonna watch paint dry?
It is just as cool as you'd imagine.
I am not picturing it as cool at all.
Then it is way cooler than you'd imagine!
I... would love to hang out with you guys, but I can't.
Because I'm in a... bowling league?
With Aunt Lydia.
Okay, have fun, Mavis. (Giggling)
(Laughing)
C'mon, Hankster! Hey!
(Laughing) See ya!
And now, I get to let loose on Mavis Day!
Total freedom to do whatever I want!
(Yawning) Happy Mavis Day.
When's it ever gonna be 'Happy Cheryl Day'?
(Grunting) Mavis!
(Gasping)
What is this I hear about us
being in a bowling league together?
It's all over the hotel!
Oh, that was... I‐I mean, I‐I never said...
...what I meant was‐‐
I never would have poofed off like that
had I known your Mavis Day plans included bowling with me!
How did you know I have been waiting for a partner?
You actually bowl?
Whoa, whoa, whoa! Those skulls are trophies?
I thought that was a wall of monsters you destroyed!
I did destroy them! In bowling!
Now, get dressed. Practice begins immediately.
(Laughing)
Whoa!
I didn't even know this place existed!
Child, you could fill the bottomless pit
with all the things you do not know.
Holy rabies!
(Cracking)
(Spitting)
Just...wow.
Let the game begin!
(Chattering)
Come on, lucky ball.
Give me a strrrrike!
(Chattering)
(Grunting)
(Whispering) She is horrible.
What did you say?
She said you're‐‐ (Screaming)
I said you're...deplorable!
(Laughing nervously) Truly diabolical!
I am. Aren't I?
That is how I won all of my trophies.
Participation? Wait!
Aunt Lydia,
those are all participation trophies in your room?
(Sighing) Yes, of course they are, Child.
I participated in each player's demise!
Bowl!
(Laughing evilly) Now, bowl!
(Chattering)
Yes! (Laughing crazily) Good one, Mavis.
Oh, oh! Good goblins!
Why would you think I want to do that?
No talking, or‐‐ (Gagging)
What was that called?
Hugging.
No hugging!
(Chattering)
(Cheering and laughing)
You distracted me!
(Grunting)
You were eating chips too loudly!
(Crunching)
Now you're eating them too quietly!
(Grunting)
(Laughing) Yeah!
We're quite the team, you and I.
We scored 186!
Way to go, partner! Okay.
And, uh, speaking of going, I'll just be on my way.
Oh, no! Now the real competition begins!
The what?
Our upcoming match, a battle of proprietors.
You and I versus Bruno and Stain of‐‐
(Gagging) Motel Transylvania.
Then, and only then, may we be done bowling.
So the only way to stop bowling is more bowling?
It is your choice. But you have to do it.
Then I'll do it!
Excellent.
Bruno and Stain will curse the day
they ever set foot in Hotel Transylvania.
Whoa!
Sure is a nice place they got here.
I'm really glad we came! (Laughing evilly)
Woo! Ow‐hoo‐hoo!
What a match! We mopped the floor with them!
Well, hurry up and get a sponge!
Oh no, shoo! Scat!
Stop!
So, this means no more bowling?
It does.
There is no time for bowling
when there are so many other hobbies to take on.
Who knew you would be such a worthy teammate?
Other h‐h‐hobbies?
Ha, we are going to win us some new trophies!
(Groaning)
(Growling)
(Bell ringing)
(Laughing) Greco‐Roman thumb wars!
Terrible form, Mavis!
(Chewing)
(Groaning)
Yes!
(Howling)
That's a flat howl, Mavis. Again.
From the top!
(Strained howling)
I've been thinking.
If we're going to be spending so much time together, perhaps,
well, you should move your coffin into my room
so we do not miss a minute of teammate time.
Teammate time?
Collect your things and bring them here immediately.
(Repressed screaming)
(Groaning)
There you are, Mavis!
We've been looking all over the hotel for you!
HANK: I guess we should've looked in your room first,
since you live here.
Actually, not anymore. I'm moving in with Aunt Lydia.
(Gasping)
Ahem, I have a simple, yet classic question.
Why?
Umm...
because I kinda told one little fib on Mavis Day
about being too busy bowling with Aunt Lydia,
and it sort of got outta hand from there.
So, you lied about the bowling league
so you wouldn't have to go to the Groanie convention?
Or watch paint dry awesomely?
And now it's blowing up in your face?
Yes, yup.
Uh huh. I'm sorry.
Are you guys mad?
Oh ya, you guys look mad.
Yup, yup. You're mad.
I'm mad I wasn't invited to Mavis Day.
I mean, there's no other day I would rather celebrate.
Maybe Glitterween. But that's it!
I'm mad I didn't know I could celebrate Pedro Day!
I'm not mad. This is just Resting Hank Face.
You should've told us.
We wouldn't have made you do something you didn't wanna do.
Even though we do things we don't wanna do
for you all the time.
Ooh‐ooh‐hoo‐hoo‐hoo! Things just got real.
(Groaning)
But that's what you do when you're friends.
Like, getting you out of trouble.
That's a thing we do together a lot.
A lot a lot.
It gives me anxiety, actually.
And it gives me an idea to help Mavis!
Great. It's our thing again.
Really? You'd still do that for me?
Of course. You'd do it for us.
That, and, I don't wanna have to visit you
in the lair of the Dark Baroness.
What's the plan? Crabs with laser eyes?
Oh, oh, I like that.
We set a teammate trap for Aunt Lydia.
Force her to wiggle her way out of hanging with us.
The same way Mavis did to us earlier.
Make her be like Mavis on Mavis Day.
That's genius! Did I come up with it?
Definitely not.
Let's goo!
Yup. Anxiety.
(Sighing)
(Laughing and chattering)
Synchronized grave digging!
Imagine the possibilities, Mavis!
(Grunting, laughing)
What is this?
I thought it would be fun if for once I picked out what we do.
And roomie, there is nothing I love more
than a friendship hug train!
Friendship hug train, friendship hug train,
friendship hug train,
friendship hug train!
(Cheering)
I would really love to join you,
but I just remembered I am late for, uh,
hair braiding league with...Klaus?
Oh, that's too bad, but I understand.
(Chuckling) Klaus: Aunt Lydia!
Word around the hotel is that you are finally ready to join me
in the world of competitive hair braiding!
Come, you may borrow my bag of spare goblin hair.
(Groaning)
(Cheering)
So, what're you gonna do with the rest of Mavis Day?
Huh...
Well, it is pretty much as advertised.
I don't get it.
(Screaming)
Yeah! Go paint!
BOTH: Dry, dry, dry, dry!
(Screaming) Whoa!
Hank!
BOTH: Dry, dry, dry, dry, dry!
PEDRO: Yeah!
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