♪ 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! ♪
Ok, don't move...
Good... Perfect!
Oh, Solarman!
Careful. It's fragile! Truck number four. Thank you!
Huh?
Mark, we need you on the set!
We're like a movie‐star couple, don't ya think?
Huh?
Hey, Baker!
Quit photobombing my selfie.
This is our close‐up.
Always a pleasure, Stacy!
What do you mean the actress is a no‐show? Our scene is today!
How is Solarman gonna save a hostage if there's no hostage?
We've got to find someone to replace her quick
or this movie's a bust.
"Help... er, Solarman...
I'm, like, totally being held against my will."
‐ (Cheering) ‐ You taking up acting?
Me? Uh... No... But the actress is AWOL,
so I thought Mom and Dad could use my improv skills!
Come on! I'm sure I can be excellent on camera!
I mean, I'm made for it, right?
Probably. But you have to play a victim in distress,
and I'm not feeling any distress.
Screaming for help is a combo of 46% fear, 21% stress,
and 33% sheer panic.
Thanks for the notes, but I'm good.
STACY: Help! Help! Aaah!
‐ Ugh! ‐ (Applause)
Hear that? Now, that's believable!
What? Stacy is so not stealing my role!
Heh, heh!
(Panting)
So, cast anyone for the role yet?
Yes! Good thing your friend Stacy was here.
Yeah... About that, are you sure she's fit for the part?
I mean, her acting's a bit... screamy.
I know, right? Exactly what we need, sweetie.
Her audition was positively spine‐tingling!
Places, please! Shooting starts in in five!
(Groans)
Heh, heh! Boo!
"Solarman leaps in with gusto
and frees the imprisoned damsel like a total hero."
Yep, that's me!
‐ Boo! ‐ Aaah!
And... action!
Help! Save me! I'm being held against my will!
Hmm? What's he doing? Why isn't he on set yet?
‐ Huh? ‐ (Evil laugh)
Aaah!
‐ You OK, Andy? ‐ Yeah, what's up?
You miffed Stacy got the part?
Who? Me? What? No!
I mean, if Mom and Dad want a total amateur,
‐ I'm cool with that. ‐ I don't know.
‐ I think she's got talent. ‐ At messing everything up!
‐ Ow! ‐ Xhypno! Xhypno!
‐ Help! ‐ See? What'd I tell you?
Right, but that's not Stacy. That's a ghost!
‐ Aaah! ‐ Whoo! (Evil laugh)
Let's go, Ghost Force!
Ghost Force, don't fear the glow!
Fury!
Krush!
Myst!
Ghost Force!
‐ Xhypno! ‐ Hello! Save me, Solarman!
What's our plan? All it's doing is giving people a green thumb.
Not everyone. Stacy's clueless as usual under that blindfold.
We're dealing with a mesmeriser,
but what's with all the plants?
Excellent question, Krush! And the answer is...
I have no idea!
I've never encountered this ghost before,
but judging by his Boo energy, it must be a level nine!
Don't worry, Ms Jones.
It's like this ghost's already in my Boocaps!
Ha! Whoa!
(Evil laugh)
Oh!
Whoa!
Uh... it might take a little longer.
See to it! Glowboo will rendez‐vous with you
as soon as he's recharged.
Again? My smartphone has better battery life!
Uh, yeah. Perhaps it's because I've requested
too many foot massages from him between missions.
My new heels are killing me!
I know. Let's attack it where it can't reach us.
ALL: Xhypno...
So much for the element of surprise!
Aaah!
Look! No hands! That's the boo style! Yahoo!
Huh?
The gem! We've got to destroy it!
‐ Huh? Why? ‐ That's its power source, obvs.
Cover me!
What? What's the deal, Fury? That gem was mine!
Whoa!
Back to square one.
Remind me to ask Ms Jones for in‐suit airbags.
‐ Help! Help! Save me, Solarman! ‐ And earplugs too.
‐ You're sounding a bit jelly. ‐ Because of Stacy?
Come on, guys, you gotta be kidding me!
I don't know. You've all the symptoms.
‐ Touchiness, irritability... ‐ What? I am not jealous!
And truth‐dodging.
(Ghostly cry)
‐ Xhypno! Xhypno! ‐ What the... ?
‐ That looks like ‐‐ ‐ A cocoon! Oh, this is bad.
Soon, there won't be just one ghost to fight,
there'll be dozens!
You only have minutes to stop the OG, as in "original ghost".
But how? We can't even look at its face.
With artificial intelligence.
Since I am not affected by gamma psycho‐cataleptic waves,
the ghost can't mesmerise me.
Then go smash that gem, Glowboo!
Roger. Smashing gems is now my jam.
‐ Mission accomplished! ‐ Yeah!
(Cracking)
Hurry! The cocoons are hatching!
Are you sure the gem was its weak spot?
Glowboo, watch out!
(Screams)
Glowboo!
Sound. That's its weak spot!
Fractal trap!
OK... But how are we gonna recreate a screech
‐ as over‐the‐top as that? ‐ Stacy!
She screamed so loud that the lamp exploded!
Nah, forget Stacy. I got this!
Aaah!
(Scream echoes)
Sorry, bro, not shrill enough! Go get Stacy!
Fury, hurry! I'm running out of Boo energy!
Wait. One more try. I can do this.
Aaah... (Starts coughing)
Fury! (Groans)
Huh? What just happened?
Oh, no!
Aw, man!
‐ Xhypno... ‐ Xhypno...
Argh!
Solarman? It's about time!
(Groans) Solarman's not available right now.
I'm gonna need more screeching, with a lot more feeling.
Are you kidding? I've been screaming non‐stop for hours!
Please! I really need your help!
Fine, but getting into character takes time.
I need somewhere quiet to become...
Aaah!
Dragoyle!
(Monstrous groan)
Xhypno... Huh?
‐ Huh? ‐ Boo‐ya!
Fury? Hi! Can I have a selfie?
Now we just gotta tow Glowboo back to Ms Jones.
He'll need a lot of rest and recharging
before he gives another foot massage.
‐ (Chuckles) ‐ You saved me, Solarman.
If only the world had more heroes like you.
Gotta admit it, Stacy nailed it.
And you totally nailed being a superhero too!
I know, right? I actually took down a level‐nine ghost.
‐ Ow! ‐ Your scream is improving!
Maybe they'll cast you in the sequel!
‐ Maybe. ‐ (Laughter)
(Creaking)
Huh?
Aaah!
(Fairground music)
And, above all, don't forget to time the rotation
of the Ferris wheel. Ha, ha!
Where's Andy?
You did tell him about Professor Pascal's surprise field trip?
I'm sure he'll be here soon.
I even gave him a real New Yorker pro tip to find us.
Right. Got any pro tips to stop him from oversleeping?
(Huffing and puffing)
(Phone rings)
Yo, Mike, what's the deal with your text?
"Central Park. Lamp post 7810. West 100 yards.
'Cause if it's a joke, I'm not sure I get it.
Fun fact. All the lamp posts in Central Park are numbered.
Sure beats using a GPS, huh?
OK. Whatever. But where am I supposed to go?
It's simple. Just follow the lamp posts.
The first two numbers indicate the street.
Even numbers are on the east side.
So, find lamp post 7810, which is on East 78th Street,
then head west for 100 yards.
Is lamp post 6423 anywhere close?
Nope, you're way off.
‐ Mike, maybe ‐‐ ‐ I can't make it any easier!
PROF PASCAL: Liv! Mike! Your turn!
Oh! Why isn't Andy with you?
He's, uh... on his way!
6617, 6625...
You gotta be kidding me!
‐ Boo! ‐ Aaah!
Come on, Andy, thousands of New Yorkers
have been using this system since 1907.
We're on the Ferris wheel. The big round thingy.
Oh, right. He could have just led with that.
I don't get it.
I've used that technique a million times.
I'm sure you have. But you gotta admit it's not exactly simple.
But it is precise.
(Panting)
This is the worst pro tip ever!
(Screaming)
A ghost!
Let's go, Ghost Force.
‐ Er, Ms Jones? ‐ Oh, hello, Mike. Pop quiz!
What do you get when you mix sulphur trioxide with water?
‐ Sulfuric acid, why? ‐ Ahem.
Never mind. This ghost looks like a polka‐dotted mushroom!
You know, a Amanita muscaria?
Oh, boy... That's Sporofungus!
A level‐four ghost of maximum grossness.
More like maximum cuteness! I can't wait to domesticate it!
Let me guess. It's a molecular ghost?
Right, and you must prevent it from boosting.
Sure, but we're stuck on the Ferris wheel with our class!
Ay‐ay‐ya‐ya. Well, hang in there.
I'll send Glowboo over as soon as I can!
(Bang)
Oops! Looks like I've still got some work to do.
Right behind ya, mushy!
Well, that's was easy! Whoa!
Aw!
Ms Jones! Where is Glowboo? Kinda running out of time here!
He's on his way!
Let's go, Ghost Force!
Ghost Force, don't fear the glow!
Krush!
Myst!
Ghost Force!
Well done, buddy!
Oh! This human seems to be in danger.
Aaah!
We'll take care of the wheel. You help Fury!
Calculating. I have enough strength
to hold on for 26 seconds, 25, 24...
‐ Spectral Gate! ‐ Aaah!
BOTH: Ew! You're a pimply monster!
Did we all enjoy the Ferris wheel?
‐ Uh‐huh. ‐ (Barks)
Aaah!
OK, these were the last!
Excellent teamwork, Myst!
Now I got to find the guys.
‐ Boo! ‐ Aaah!
‐ Now I got you! ‐ And I got your back!
Man, am I glad to see you!
All right, let's surprise it with a circular attack.
Wait on my ten o'clock until I reach its transverse axis!
What? But it's barely even 9:30.
Now!
‐ (Groans) ‐ Boo!
(Coughing)
‐ What's the deal, dude? ‐ What's your deal?
I told you wait on my ten o'clock, as in 60 degrees!
What language are we even talking right now?
Ugh! What's so hard to understand
about not blasting each other?
‐ Now that I understand! ‐ Ugh!
Guys, the city needs us. Hurry up!
But I was just trying to be more precise!
So precise you weren't even making any sense!
You tell him, sis.
Wow, you reek like you ate a thousand mushroom pizzas.
I know, right? And it's all his fault!
Since when is being precise a problem?
Enough! We've got a ghost to capture, remember?
Where'd it go anyway?
‐ Corner of Midtown and 5th Ave. ‐ Oh, you mean 40 degrees north,
which is 2.7 miles away!
Uh... Maybe you could make an effort...
Not you too! Coordinates are more precise.
Ready for catching. 40 degrees. Roger and copy.
Time for Boo‐fight!
See? Glowboo gets me!
(Screaming)
Boo!
It's about to boost!
‐ What? ‐ Ha, ha!
(Evil laugh)
We can't reach it unless it comes out of its hat.
We've gotta stop Sporo
or New York'll stink even more than usual.
It's moving away!
It takes three seconds between attack and retreat.
So taking into account its stealth, we've ‐‐
No time for more mumbo jumbo!
Sorry, but he's right, y'know. You can't overthink this stuff.
Fury, on its next attack I'll open some portals and ‐‐
I'll blast my flexy through them!
Your prefrontal cortical zones indicate emotional distress.
They don't get me. It's like I'm speaking Latin.
I did not know you could.
What I mean is they think I make everything sound complicated.
You should reprogram your speech
to present your thoughts more clearly, like how Ms Jones
programmed me to synthesise my data streams
into one clear idea before opening my gob, as she calls it.
You mean synthetize my ideas before I said it out loud?
Well said, Glowboo!
Synth... data... str‐str‐streams... my g‐g‐gob.
‐ Not again! ‐ We can't keep up.
It's too fast!
Fun's over, fungi!
Whoa! That's a boo‐tastic entrance!
Whoa! I got it... all right!
Whoa! Ah! Oof!
Aaah!
Listen up, I've got a plan!
Sure, but I've got one portal left, so keep it ‐‐
Simple, gotcha. But you gotta trust me on this.
Always. Fire away.
OK. We wait till Sporo comes out of its hat.
Then, Myst, you open a portal right under it
leading straight to Fury.
Then, Fury, you keep it from retreating into its hat.
But you gotta be fast. That Sporo is quick!
Good, 'cause so am I!
You're up, Myst!
Huh?
Fury!
No more hiding under your hat!
Simple!
Gromax!
Boo‐yah!
(Cheering)
Congrats, dude. Your plan was amazing.
And clearly explained!
Well done, kids.
Oh, but could one of you fetch Glowboo?
We're on it, Ms Jones, but he's gonna need an update.