♪ Ghost Force! Don't fear the glow
♪ Shadows crawl, in the street up a wall and watch them creep
♪ Dark alley, sewers deep I can never go to sleep
♪ Full of fear, please make them disappear
♪ Ghost Force, Ghost Force, feel the power
♪ Ghost Force, Ghost Force, spooky hour
♪ Like the night, glow forever
♪ Ghost Force
♪ Appearances in the air, got to watch out everywhere
♪ Creepy crawlies in their lair
♪ Out of sight, waiting in the night
♪ Ghost Force, Ghost Force! ♪
And a carrot doughnut sandwich for Sgt Callaghan.
Thank you for your service, Roland!
(Squawking)
‐ Huh? ‐ (Squawking)
In the name of the law! My sandwich!
(Squawking)
OK! Hey, there!
How would you like to go with me on a...?
(Groans) OK.
Yo, Carla! I found these two tickets on the ground
and I was wondering if... Ugh! I'm so lame!
Hey!
Oh, sorry, kid, but Solarman needs a touch of make‐up!
‐ Ugh! ‐ Oh, Sergio!
You're such a cutie! (Kissing sounds)
‐ You smell so yummy! ‐ We're on in five!
Oh, please leave the premises and let our star focus.
All right, here goes nothing!
Huh? What's with this thing?
(Straining)
(Sniffing) Ah!
That ought to do the trick!
(Fans screaming)
‐ Mwah! ‐ Sergio! You're so cute!
And... action!
(Burping)
‐ What's that smell? ‐ Jay, do something!
Don't worry! I'm on it!
‐ (Sarcastic) Really, Jay? ‐ I'm doing my best!
Ha, ha! I told you I got this under control!
(Sarcastic) Thanks, Jay.
‐ Ugh! ‐ (Coughing)
What is that?
‐ Hey, Mike! ‐ Oh, hey, Andy!
Do you smell a stinky cologne?
Oh! Wait, wait. This smell's coming from you.
‐ Uh... ‐ Oh! Easy!
You, Andy, wanna go to the fair with Carla.
‐ What? How did you... ? ‐ It's simple, my friend!
You smell of cologne, you have two tickets to the fair,
and... you like Carla!
Oh, no! It's Carla!
(Sniffing) Oh! I gotta do something! Bye!
(Honking)
Oh! My masterpiece!
Packed with five‐a‐day fruit and veg in one succulent sausage.
You are what dreams are made of!
‐ (Burping) ‐ Aaah! Scary!
No! Gimme back my sausage, you monster!
Oh! I gotta fix this!
Ok, OK, OK, OK. Think, think, think...
Ha! What's this?
"Gets rid of all stubborn smells." Ha! Perfect!
(Humming)
All good!
(Gasps and mutters excitedly)
(Burps)
‐ Whoa! ‐ Aaah!
All right, open your notebooks.
‐ New York was founded... ‐ Ugh! Open the window!
‐ What did you do now? ‐ Just put on deodorant.
Ugh! On top of the cologne?
Andy, one strong smell does not cancel out another.
‐ It just makes a bigger stink! ‐ Yo, Andy!
Did you fall in the toilet bowl or what?
(Laughter)
He got you!
Ugh!
Aw, come on! I don't smell that bad!
It's not you, Andy. (Coughs) This is a toxic ghost!
Ha, ha! You see? I'm not the one who stinks!
I say we give that ghost a whiff of justice.
Let's go, Ghost Force!
♪ Ghost Force! Don't fear the glow! ♪
Fury!
Krush!
Myst!
Ghost Force!
(Coughing)
Aw, man! Yo, Fury, would you mind moving down‐wind?
Huh? Argh!
Hello? Come in. Is this thing on? Hello?
We hear you, Miss Jones.
Do you have any deets on the ghost?
Ha, ha! Yeah, that's why I called you!
It's called Spong, from the toxic taxonomy.
‐ Any idea where to find it? ‐ It's likely setting up camp
in the stinkiest part of New York City.
Oh, ugh! What smells worse than him?
The sewers!
(Groans)
Pfft! There's no way your plan's gonna work!
I mean, I don't smell that bad.
(Sniffing) Roar!
‐ (Laughter) ‐ Oh, come on!
It obviously has a highly developed sense of smell.
Which makes sense for a toxic ghost! Huh?
Aaah!
Huh? Where did he go?
Let's track him down!
(Honking)
(Sniffing) Ha, ha, ha, ha! (Burps)
Ah!
Spong should be here somewhere!
According to the boo map,
Spong is located 15 metres to your right.
Thanks, but we could have guessed it on our own.
(Chomping)
‐ Gotcha! ‐ Here's your boocaps!
(Burps)
Oh! I think my sense of smell is overloaded.
Uh‐oh!
‐ KRUSH: It's about to merge! ‐ With a garbage can?
It's too late. He's becoming... Trashotic!
Trashotic? Really?
Ha! You can do better than that, Ms Jones.
OK, the name definitely fits.
(Evil laugh)
I'll set him up, you take him down!
Super crusher!
‐ Ready or not! ‐ Huh?
‐ Krush! ‐ (Evil laugh)
Aaah!
MYST: Oh, no!
‐ I can't hold him much longer ! ‐ FURY: Hey, garbage breath!
How about a taste of your own medicine?
No!
‐ My surprise for Carla! ‐ Huh? Surprise for Carla?
Oh! So that's why you covered yourself in cologne
‐ this morning. ‐ What? Ha, ha! No!
No, no, no, no. That was just ‐‐
Cologne! That's it!
Trashotic is repelled by pleasant fragrances!
Fury, you still have the cologne and deodorant?
‐ Yep! ‐ I knew this'd come in handy.
We'll need whatever boo force you've left to finish him off.
‐ With pleasure! ‐ Let's do this!
(Battle cry)
Myst!
(Cry of distress)
(Sigh of relief)
Boo‐ya!
Fury! (Sniffing) It's time to take a shower!
Great job, kids! Spong is neutralised.
‐ (Sniffing) ‐ What? I just took a shower!
Oops! That must be my slime compost!
(School bell ringing)
Yeah. I was going to go shopping...
‐ So, are you ready? ‐ Watch and learn.
‐ Yeah, it's cool. ‐ Hey, Carla!
Hey, Andy! Is your BO problem any better?
Uh... yeah.
Anyway, I've got two tickets for the fair
and I was wondering if... well, if you'd go with me...
‐ Uh... I mean, if you want. ‐ Oh, I'd love to.
But didn't you hear? It closed because of some ghost.
It'll take years to clean it.
Oh! That reminds me, I need to buy a new coat. See ya, Andy!
Uh, yeah. A new coat. Right.
You OK, buddy?
I got a date with Carla in a few years!
Ha! I knew it! I knew it! I knew she likes me! Yoohoo!
(Laughter)
Hmm. It should be here.
(Barking)
Aha!
Atchoo!
You are so gonna get an A for your presentation
‐ on dimensional psychics! ‐ You mean dimensional physics.
But thanks, Charlie!
Dude, we won't pass this class by juggling balls!
Whoa!
Awesome model!
It makes me feel like even more of a giant than usual.
‐ Thanks, I spent ages on it. ‐ Good.
'Cause you're telling the teacher we made it together.
‐ Why would I do that? ‐ 'Cause I'm bigger and older
than you, Junior! And 'cause I'm not asking, I'm telling!
‐ (Gasp) ‐ Hey! Leave our buddy alone!
Unless you wanna deal with the Baker fam!
Whoa! Whoa! It's cool!
I've got the situation under control.
More like circus fam!
Stop! It's fragile! You're gonna...
break it!
Next time, mess with somebody your own size!
The lights are out all over my mini masterpiece.
‐ Thanks, Baker "fam". ‐ On second thought,
I'm going with Bobby's juggling act. Yo, Bobby!
Huh? What?
Well played, Bakers!
I could've dealt with that on my own.
The dead battery? I'm on it. I got a spare one in my locker!
‐ Let's catch up at the library! ‐ I can get my own battery.
Cool. Liv's on the battery sitch,
and I'm guarding your model.
Good thing you got us, right, kiddo?
Oh! You've even made our figurines to scale!
Excellent work, Mr Collins. Ha, ha, ha!
‐ Huh? Hey! ‐ Except you forgot Drake.
Yeah! I want a little figurine too!
‐ No, I'm sure I ‐‐ ‐ Ha, ha, ha!
I've got just what we need!
Hey!
‐ Dude, seriously? ‐ You're welcome.
Lemme know if you want me to get rid of the real Drake too.
Just 'cause I skipped a year doesn't make you my babysitter!
Fine, just trying to look out for you, little bud...
Mr Mike, sir.
Ah! There!
(Coughing)
There you go. Perfect scale. Though a bit more graceful.
‐ Keep out of this, Baker! ‐ Maybe give ballet a try?
Basketball isn't working out for ya!
(Laughter)
What is... ?
‐ (Running steps) ‐ Huh? Who?
Express delivery for Mr...
(Gasps)
Where is everyone?
Aaah!
‐ Hustle, sis! ‐ Fascinating!
A ghost that can shrink matter means it must be working
‐ at an atomic scale! ‐ How about we capture it
and then analyse it. Let's go, Ghost Force.
What are you doing? Everyone's gonna see you.
Wow! You're way too cool for this school!
‐ Oh, yeah? Not as cool as us! ‐ Oh! Asta! Oh, uh...
Children, this is not an earthquake drill.
Now come out for Mr Collins' presentation.
Hang on, sir, I just need to make a few, er ‐‐
Minor adjustments!
(Panting)
OK. Straight to Miss Jones' lab!
(Cries)
‐ (Flushing) ‐ Aaah!
ANDY: I hope Liv's large and in charge!
She's pretty good at handling herself. Kind of like me.
Nobody will see us here!
Let's go, Ghost Force!
Ghost Force! Don't fear the glow!
Fury!
Krush!
Ghost Force!
Whoa!
FURY: You've got to be kidding me!
I was bringing this to Mike. When I got to the library
everyone were gone!
I left them alone for five minutes
and they got gobbled by a ghost!
Calm down, Liv! It must be a ghost with the munchies!
Nothing we can't handle! Oh, no! Not him!
Miss Jones! We're in the library.
‐ But we've been shrunk! ‐ By a tiny ghost called Mikroo
who fears anyone bigger than it.
It should be fairly easy to capture.
If we weren't tiny too!
Yeah, and totally out of juice!
Of course! It's one of Mikroo's powers.
Not only can he miniaturize things,
he can drain the energy out of any ghost he encounters.
Wait! what if we made a boo‐power battery
‐ to recharge Andy and Mike? ‐ Brilliant idea, Miss Jones!
OK. Here we go.
Taking into account their size, this should be enough
to recharge both our boys!
Amazing! We just found a way to recharge our boo energy faster!
Not really. This boo power battery is way too small
to recharge one of you at your normal size.
Hang in there, guys! I'm coming!
Boo, boo.
(Barking)
Oh! I stand corrected, it is an earthquake!
Uh‐oh! Aaah!
‐ Whoa! ‐ Gotcha!
‐ Thanks, bud! That was close! ‐ See?
Even big guys like you need a hand sometimes!
(Barking)
Oh, no! He's switching to booster mode!
‐ Boo! ‐ Aaah!
What on Earth... ?
Krush? Fury?
Myst! Over Here!
Here! Catch!
Aaah!
‐ Oh! ‐ Got you!
Oh, no!
Boo!
Get him! Let's bring that ghost down to size!
‐ Time for boo‐fight! ‐ KRUSH: Hold up!
Trust me. I got a plan!
I need you to distract this ghost!
Miss Jones, it's a fearful ghost, right?
FURY: Hey! Big ball!
Over here!
‐ Boo? ‐ Flexy power!
Oh!
Uh‐oh!
Whoa!
Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!
Boo!
Huh?
‐ Huh? ‐ Grr!
Over to you, Ms Jones!
Give Mikroo the fright of its life!
Let's pump it up!
‐ Now! ‐ Roar!
‐ Aaah! ‐ FURY: Party's over, Mikroo!
Your turn, Krush!
Grow max!
Boo!
Aaah!
‐ Ow! ‐ Hey!
Oh! These earthquakes are getting out of hand!
Boo‐ya!
After that weird day, I need you to do my homework tomorrow.
‐ You got that? ‐ Yeah, not gonna happen.
I don't think you get it, Junior. I call the shots.
Careful what you say. This is going straight to voice memo.
All I gotta do is press send
and your threat goes straight to the principal.
Lemme do the math, weeks of detention
means zero basketball, correct?
Pff... Whatever! Yo, Bobby!
OK, maybe you can handle yourself!
I wasn't even recording. My battery's totally dead!
(Laughter)