(Thunder crashing)
♪
(Screaming)
♪
(Whispering:) To avoid a run in with the dreaded Chupacabra,
vampires bat out and hibernate for 24 hours.
As you can see, they're busy getting ready.
MAVIS: Uh... Uncle Frank knows
vampires don't show up on film, right?
I do not have time to listen to your inane questions.
The Chupacabra is coming
and I have so much to do before hibernation.
(Clucking)
Alright, let's take that again from the top.
From top!
(Groaning)
Whenever the dreaded, and very real,
but seldom seen Chupacabra comes to town,
vampires make themselves scarce.
(Screaming)
Make way! I gotta get scarce!
I'm too old to die!
And so, according to the official charter,
while all vampires hibernate,
the chain of command declares me the designated survivor
and head of Hotel Transylvania!
It's a pretty big deal.
Whoa!
Fun fact,
I'm the last name on the designated survivor list!
Still feels high. Agreed.
I'm so excited!
It's always a party when your Dad's in charge!
Like that time he threw a party!
(Growling)
Hey, it's cool, Mavis. You're fun, too!
It's not that, it's Klaus!
(Snickering)
Every year, he cheats
and scams his way into my carefully selected
hibernation spot next to Uncle Gene
and I always get something terrible!
What's so special about your spot?
(Sighing) Uncle Gene screams in his sleep.
(Snoring)
(Screaming)
(Snoring)
(Screaming)
No way Klaus is snagging my spot this year.
I'm prepared. I'm ready.
I am unflappable!
FRANKENSTEIN: Hibernation begins in 30 seconds!
(Screaming)
Hello, Mavis.
Are you worried I'll get the sweet spot
next to Uncle Gene again? You should be.
Huh? Why is she going that way?
(Grunting)
Why did Mavis ask us to carry
this comically large pane of glass here at exactly this time?
(Groaning)
You're right about that ‐ we do make a good team!
(Breathing heavily)
Klaus, I miss you!
Nice try, Cardboard Klaus. Miss you, too. But I must go!
Everything went according to plan.
Happy hibernation, Mavis!
Happy hibernation, Klaus! (Laughing)
(Giggling) Poor Mavis,
always last to‐‐ wait. What?
Now, I'm confused.
(Chuckling)
That's what he gets for trying to snag my spot.
(Yawning)
Happy Hibernation, Uncle Gene.
(Screaming)
(Snoring)
(Screaming)
(Snoring)
FRANKENSTEIN: Psst. Hey, Mavis!
Wake up.
(Mavis groaning)
Weird, I don't feel hibernated.
FRANKENSTEIN: That's cause you've only been out
for three hours and 37 minutes.
What? Why did you wake me?
'Cause I'm supposed to be in charge.
This is my special day.
I had a sash made and everything,
and now your weird little cousin is wearing it
and it fits him perfectly!
(Gasping) Klaus didn't hibernate?
And now he's in charge?!
♪
(Klaus snickering)
(Cackling)
Pedro, what gives?
Why is everyone so happy?
With Klaus in charge,
we can do whatever we want!
Klaus said I've been working too hard and need a vacation.
(Whispering:) I thought I was on vacation.
I'm the doctor now.
Oh, good. Doc, does this look weird?
Oh, this really backfired.
(Mavis screaming)
We've gotta find Klaus!
And so, I got stuck outside
and then, by the time I got back, I was too late.
Oh wow, that's, ah... super weird.
But what about the Chupacabra?
Should we even be out here?!
At first I was very afraid
I would be eaten by the Chupacabra, petrified even.
But then nothing happened and I decided it was probably fake.
(Chuckling) Definitely not fake!
Okay...
But how are you in charge of the hotel?!
Oh, it's simple.
I might be the lowest Dracula on the Chain of Command,
but that still places me higher than Frankenstein,
putting me in charge.
When I realized that,
I gathered all the Draculas in attendance
to vote to rewrite the charter.
I was the only one. So, I rewrote the charter!
Then, I got to wear the sash.
And then, I made today Tick Taco Tuesday,
so everyone would love me!
Today isn't even Tuesday!
Ugh!
You are not getting away with this!
He's totally getting away with this!
They love him, they're doing whatever they want
and eating Tick Tacos whenever they want!
I love Tick Tacos!
I don't even how many I've had so far!
Two, Wendy. You've had two.
Don't get mad at me,
you guys let Klaus take over the Hotel.
Dr. Wendy out!
She's right. Oh, no.
When Aunt Lydia wakes up, she is gonna kill me!
Last time she got mad, she used my eyeballs as marbles.
Mavis, we gotta fix this.
No way. I have to go hide.
I shouldn't be out here.
What if the Chupacabra sees me?
Just cause Klaus thinks it's fake,
doesn't mean I think it's fake.
It's fake.
Sewn‐together‐monster says what now?
I kinda made it all up, so I could be in charge of the hotel.
If you weren't hibernating every year, you'd get it.
It's a 24‐hour party when I'm running things!
We call it "Hotel Franksylvania!"
♪
Are you mad? You look mad.
Mavy, I'm sorry for inventing a fake Chupacabra story,
but to be fair, I did it for purely selfish reasons.
Mr. Franksylvania, ready for more movie shooty‐shoot?
Ixnay. Not now, guys.
(Growling) Frank, I‐‐
Hmm...
Maybe this is the time for movie shooty‐shoot.
We'll use a little movie magic
to have the Chupacabra scare Klaus into hibernation.
He doesn't know it's made up.
(Laughing)
Oh. Oh!
(Laughing) Yeah!
Oh, yeah!
You're right! (Laughing)
(Grunting)
Oh. (Chuckling)
Those tick tacos really tickle.
♪
(Grunting)
(Coughing) Ahh!
Klaus, why aren't you hibernating?!
Yeah, no. Um... (Clearing throat)
Klaus, why aren't you hibernating?!
Ugh. Mavis, what's my character's motivation here?
Your motivation is making sure we pull this off!
Don't make me give your role to Pedro or Hank.
(In English accent:) Klaus... ♪ Me, me, me, me, me, me, me ♪
...why aren't you hibernating?
No, no! I can do it! I promise!
Klaus! The Chupacabra has been spotted coming our way!
I'm gonna go hibernate now. You should, too.
(Gasping) Oh, yeah? He's been spotted?
The barely‐ever‐seen Chupacabra has finally been spotted?
And while I happen to be in charge?
Good one.
(Badly acting:) Holy rabies, that's scary!
Scary? It's just an untied lace.
Whoa! Hey, watch it, Fyodor!
I'm Bogdan. That's Fyodor!
Whatever, just stop bumping into me.
My mistake, they were Velcro.
So, you were saying something about hibernation?
The b‐b‐beast!
I agree, there is a beastly draft in here.
(Shivering)
Ugh!
Well, I should go.
I do have a hotel to run after all.
(Screaming)
FRANKENSTEIN: Klausss...
Gah! It's the Chupacabra. And it knows your name!
(Sobbing)
But I don't want to get eaten by a beast!
I'm too pretty!
Wait, you're right.
Not only does it know my name, but it pronounced it right.
No one ever pronounces it right.
No one! Like, not even my own parents!
Have you ever wondered if maybe you're the one saying it wrong?
You thought you could usurp me with a fake Chupacabra?!
You'll pay for this, Mavis!
(Bell ringing)
Hey, I'm Dave Chupacabra. Who's in charge here?
Not me! Definitely not me!
Or me! We're hibernating! Bye.
Chup, what's up?
Frankie, baby, long time!
(Both grunting happily)
(Both laughing)
Dad? What's going on?
Yeah, Uncle Frank, I thought you made the whole story up.
I made up all that stuff about him eating vampires,
but Chup is real!
We went to college together!
Which means the party is back on, baby!
(Cheering) Party!
Hey! Don't forget our deal, though.
Oh... Right. The sash.
Here you go.
Now... who wants to par‐tay?!
Dave! Dave! Dave! Dave! Dave! Dave!
Dave's cool!
♪
KLAUS: Ugh, I hate this show.
Hey, Hankster,
remember the time you missed catching that phlegm ball?
(Laughing)
Oh, don't remind me.
I wish I could permanently forget that memory!
Ahh!
Did I hear someone wants to forget a memory?
Perhaps you need to try my new memory erasing device!
I was trying to invent a better soup ladle,
but instead came up with this bad boy.
Ooh...
What do you call this memory eraser?
I forget.
Sign me up!
And there goes your bad phlegm ball memory!
What bad phlegm ball memory?
I want in on this!
I accidentally said 'please' and 'thank you' last week
and I'm mortified.
And... gone. Aren't you going say thank you?
Ew, gross, I'd never say that!
Mavis, Mavis, do you have any embarrassing memories
you would like removed?
Thanks, Doc, but no time for fancy science hats!
I'm planning Jett Black's concert
for Blendy's half birthday
and it's gonna be slimel‐cast across the entire underworld!
I've gotta make sure everything is perfect!
Who's that?
I don't know.
(Instrument sounding)
Jett Black! Hi! Holy Rabies.
I mean, welcome back to Hotel Transylvania.
JETT: Whatevs.
(Playing instrument)
I've prepared everything just as you asked.
JETT: Right.
You're booked in the Blood Moon Suite.
I've ordered you a haunted piano to practice on,
and made sure none of the staff
make unwanted eye contact with you.
Cool.
(Squealing happily) Did you hear that?
He said "cool." Yes!
This concert is going to show everyone what I'm capable of!
It's my time to shine!
Whoa!
(Fabric ripping)
Oh. Tell me no one saw that.
(Laughing)
I can't‐‐ I can't even!
It's too much! (Laughing)
Did you see that?
Oh no, no, no, no, no!
That rip is all he's going to be thinking about
every single time he sees me!
If only there was a way to make him forget.
Dr. Gillman!
So you're saying you can't remember
the doctor that disintegrated your body?
MAVIS: Borrowing this, please. Thanks!
(Knocking)
Oi! It's you! (Laughing)
With the split!
What was I even laughing at?
Yes! Easy queasy.
(Laughing)
So, that memory's gotta go, too.
Problem solved! Okay, catch ya later, Jett.
Ooh, wait, was that a cool enough exit?
Let's try a do‐over.
Yo, keep it real, Jett.
Hmmm...
Later. Okay.
Nailed it.
And then I was all "later."
Wow! That's so cool!
Look at me, I'm Mavis!
"Later!" "Later!"
Am I doing it right? (Deeper voice:) "Later!"
(Laughing)
(Discordant notes sounding)
What is wrong with him?
It's like he forgot how to play the piano and...
(Gasping) Oh, no.
What if I made him forget too much!
Like everything that makes him Jett Black!
Who?
Holy rabies! This is bad.
But I can fix it.
I just have to remind him who he is! Right?
(Discordant notes sounding)
Look, Jett, it's your favorite meal,
a freshly baked leech‐sagna,
a tall glass of phlegmonade, and an eye‐scream sundae!
Okay...
Remember how you always use graveyard‐scented candles
to help write all of your hit songs?!
Hey, Mavis‐‐ fire! Bad!
(Screaming)
(Rock music playing)
See, Jett, that's what it's like when you're on stage!
(Squealing happily)
(Screaming)
Maybe if we play Jett some of his songs,
it'll help jog his memory.
♪ Oh, Mavis, you're the best ♪
♪ Much better than the rest! ♪
♪ I wanna be your number one guest! ♪
Uh, that's one of Jett's songs?
Uh, I might have snuck one of my own in there.
(Sniffling) That song really gets me.
Beautiful.
Guys, I think I've successfully
restored Jett Black to normal!
(Knuckles cracking)
(Groaning)
Or maybe not.
No pulse.
He's okay!
So, Dr. Gillman, I kinda, sorta,
accidentally erased all of Jett Black's memories.
Oh, that's not good!
Taking someone's memories can have dire consequences!
Probably should have said that earlier, but I forgot.
Kind of ironic.
What is?
So, is there anything I can do?
He's got to play a big concert tonight!
Well, his brain is a blank slate,
so you're going to have to re‐enact
every single memory he's ever had, down to the tiniest detail.
Or you could travel to The Cloud
and bring back all of his lost memory spheres.
But you better hurry ‐ the longer the memories are gone,
the more likely he stays like this
for the rest of his afterlife.
(Speaking gibberish)
Looks like I'm going to the Cloud!
(Speaking gibberish)
(Thunder crashing)
Hello?
(Voice echoing)
Um, hi. Am I in the right place?
Is this The Cloud?
It's actually pronounced, "Claude".
I'm living proof that one typo can ruin your life.
Now, whaddya want?!
Well, um, Cloud‐‐ sorry, Claude,
I need to find Jett Black's memories
that I... sort of erased.
You erased memories?!
Don't you know how dangerous that can be?
(Yodeling)
Yeah, kinda.
If you want to get them back,
you're going to have to play...
The Memory Game! (Cackling)
Was the laugh really necessary?
Eh, I find it sets a nice tone.
So, to get all of his memories back,
I just have to pull this lever?
Yes, but you have to act fast
and make sure you step on the correct memories
before they disappear... forever!
(Cackling)
See? Tone.
Aww! That's Jett's memory
of the first time he ever played the smellotron!
Wait,
Jett never smashed his smellotron on stage ‐
it's his most prized possession!
(Cackling) Yep.
I included some fake memories to keep you on your toes.
Bring a wrong memory back
and it just might give him a permanent brain freeze!
Dude, why you gotta be like that?
Oh... That's what mom always says.
Jett Black writing his first death ballad, "Love is Itchy."
Yes! Jett winning a Growly Trophy
for most ear‐piercing shriek!
Yes!
Headlining Ghoula‐Palooza with Gary Death?
Never happened. Nice try, Claude!
♪
Okay, this should be the last one.
Jett's memory of me ripping my leggings.
Hmm... Does he really need it?
Like what's the worst that can happen?
He probably won't even miss it!
Bye!
Whatever.
(Speaking Blobbish)
Umm... Jett's not quite ready for the concert.
He's, uh... doing his warm‐up routine.
I think he's close.
Hi! Sorry.
Hope you don't remember this!
Who?
MAVIS: Excuse me! And... And...
Ooh. Yeah, in there. Yep.
Ta‐da!
(Gibbering)
Dr. Gillman, why didn't it work?!
You did remember to get all the memories, right?
Well, there might be one I forgot.
Mavis, the brain is like a puzzle ‐
it needs every piece to be complete.
Jett needs that memory back immediately
or his brain will forget everything that's ever happened!
It's science!
Okay, it's too late to go back to the Cloud,
but what if I re‐enacted the memory in front of him?
Hmm. That should work.
And if it doesn't, it'll still be hilarious.
(Chuckling)
Hey, Jett, look at me,
I'm walking into to your room and...
Whoa! Whoa!
(Fabric ripping)
(Laughing)
(Singing high pitch note)
I'm Jett Black and I'm ready to rock!
Whoo!
(Smellotron sounding)
GILLMAN: Yes!
(Cheering)
♪ I don't really care! ♪
♪ Because there's nothing funnier ♪
♪ Than Mavis' pants tear ♪
(Cheering)
JETT: This one's for you, Mavis!
I'll never forget this!
Never.
Ahh!
Jett's back to normal!
And he sang your name in his song!
You're famous! Take me with you.
And we're all going to remember
that rip for the rest of our afterlives!
(Laughing)
Funniest thing ever! (Laughing)
Oh!
♪