[Erik] Honey? Try again, please?Yeah? Trying...
[engine sputtering]
Is it serious?
[sputtering continues]
[loud thud]It's serious.
Again?
We're gonna go and play.
What do you wanna do?
Yeah, that's a good idea.
[thunder rumbling]Hey...
It's for you.
Hooray! I love it!
Evie, sweetheart? Can you come a little
closer to the car, please? It's really dark.
[engine sputtering]
[Kate] So can you fix it?
Yeah, no worries.
I know exactly what I'm doing.
Sal, I have no idea what I'm doing.
You know a lot about technical stuff.
Can you fix it?
This is mechanical.
I'm more of an electronics guy.
Although...Yes, yes?
I could reprogram the entertainment system.
Make it voice-activated or artificially intelligent.
Ooh! Or wire it up for surround sound.
Right! How would that help?
Well, it won't, but I'd enjoy doing it.
Any other thoughts?
I can draw a picture of the engine.
And I could just randomly tinker around.
You never know. I might get lucky.No!
No, I think I need to do this.
With the day we've had,
we're due for a little luck, eh?
[thunder rumbling]
Okay, that's it!
Everybody inside the house.
It looks like we're staying here after all.
Come on, honey.
[computerized voice] Welcome to Breakdown Rescue.
Please choose from the following options.
Oh, unbelievable.
Option four selected. Update your details.
No-no-no, I said "unbelievable."
How is unbelievable option four?
Option 4 selected. Cancel membership.
No-no-no! Go back! Go back!
Whoa... I mean, that's pretty cool.
I know, right?
But... why is there only half?
What happened to the rest of it?
We don't know. I think some of these
symbols can tell us how to find it.
Yeah, so it's a map to the other half of the map
that leads us to the treasure.
Or maybe the map was torn in half.
Maybe it was found in an ancient tomb
and torn from the grasp of a mummy.
But it's Aztec, not Egyptian.
Whoa, an Egyptian mummy on vacation in Mexico?!
[sighs]
An Aztec mummy then.
Do they have Aztec mummies?
I think the Aztecs actually did practice mummification rites.
Aztec mummies are for real?
I think so. Here, let me look it up...
...on the complete lack of internet.
Maybe there's no internet because
of the Curse of the Aztec Mummy.
Whoo-hoo-hoo...[dramatic laugh, thunder rumbles]
Wh-- Wow!
How did you do that?
That's not me.
It's just a power fluctuation from the storm.
It's a perfectly natural phenomenon.
[knocking and thudding overhead]
Uh, please tell me that's also an actual phenomenon?
I say we head up there and find out once and for all.
Uh... really? Because I say we ignore those noises
and pray that someone comes and picks us up.
Uh-oh, I think Jake is scared.
No, I'm just thoughtful.
Kate probably needs help with the beds.
Oh, that's very kind of you, Jake, thank you.
If you could help me clean the beds.
So you can help Kate clean the beds.
While me and Anika find out what those strange
sounds are from the attic... awesome.
[thudding continues]
Maybe it's the ghost of a previous guest.
Why would someone haunt a crummy old guesthouse?
Well, maybe they didn't like the facilities.
Like a bad review from the other side.
Okay, I can't believe I'm saying this
but as far as theories go,
I think I prefer Jake's Aztec mummy.
Well, there's only one way to find out.
Are you a mummy or a ghost?
Knock once for mummy. Knock twice for ghost.
[one loud thud]
A mummy.
[thud]
Ghost!
[loud thud]
What does three knocks mean?
Maybe it's a mummy and a ghost... gummy!
Oh, yeah, and maybe it's a werewolf
banging for room service.
No, that's just silly.
Stand back, here goes nothing.
[Sal groans]
Why don't we use this?
Huh? It was under the mat.
Let's see what lurks inside.
♪♪
[door creaks open, thudding continues]
[thudding, thunder rumbles]
[Sal] Uh...
There's our ghost.
Spirit of the unlatched window.
And not a single Aztec mummy in sight.
[screaming] Aztec mummy! Ahh!
[Erik growling]
Said the Big Bad Wolf.
I'll huff and I'll puff and I'll...
You are now the second caller in line.
I'm second caller in line!
Yes! [chuckling]
Oh, I'm sorry, Evie.
Erik, it's late. Just call back tomorrow.
Oh, but I'm second caller in line.
I've worked so hard to get here.
Are you the Big Bad Wolf or the second caller in line?
I can be both, Evie.
I can wait on hold and I can...
"huff, and puff and..."
[man] Breakdown Rescue, how can I help you?
Hello? Yes, sir.
Sorry! Sorry...
I've broken down in the forest and...
Sorry, um... Oh, that's quite all right, sir.
Are you on the main highway?
No, I think I'm on a private road.
Okay, I'll transfer you to a local garage.
No-no, wait, b-but, no! Wait!
[computerized voice] You are now the 27th caller in line.
Oh, no! Ah! Thank you for holding.
[Jake] Gar!
[Jake laughing]
Well, just a perfectly normal, terrifying old mask.
Do you think it looks a little...
Aztecky?
Yeah, I think it is.
It looks like some of these symbols are Nahuatl.
Nah-who-what?
It's an ancient system of Aztec writing.
Same as on Anika's map.
And on some of this stuff by the looks of it.
Isn't it kind of a coincidence?
I mean, you get this mysterious Aztec map.
And then we end up in this place
full of Aztecky stuff.
Yeah, I mean, I don't normally
go poking around in other people's attics,
but I bet hardly any of them
are filled with Mesoamerican relics.
Except maybe in Mesoamerica.
Not only full of it.
It's actually carved into the building.
Maybe some of this stuff can help make sense of all this.
The original plans for the house.
[Anika] It looks familiar, the shape.
There, see it?
What?
The house!
The house is the same shape as this thing on the map.
Seriously...
Seriously weird.
Okay, all the beds upstairs are ready.
Ours look good, and I found this air mattress for Evie.
Could you please blow it up, Erik?
I'm the 12th caller in line.
Oh... ohh...
Erik? You can't leave Evie on hold. What if they answer?
They will never answer. We'll be stuck here forever.
This is worse than being kidnapped, ohh...
This phone music is my new favorite song.
♪♪
[chuckling]
[thunderclap]
Anika was sent half a map
and a small pyramid for her birthday.
Not "sent". It was placed inside the house.
And I got a strange phone call about "claiming what's mine".
Okay.
So then we go on vacation
and somehow we end up in a house
that is marked on the very map you were sent.
[Jake] And right after we get here,
someone breaks in
and steals the pyramid.
And probably wanted the map too.
Right.
So someone either followed us here,
or knew we were coming.
And whoever they are, they'd have to have known
that you had the map and the pyramid.
Magpie and Rex knew.
Yeah, but Erik and Kate must've booked this vacation
long before I went to Magpie's and met Rex.
Whoever or whatever we're looking for
has to be connected to this house somehow.
It just doesn't make any sense.
[operator] Hello, how can I help you?
What?! Yes! Finally!
Well, you don't have to yell, sir.
Oh, sorry, I didn't mean to yell.
I'm just so happy to talk to, well, anybody.
Well, that's okay, sir. We get that a lot, sir.
And you're not going to put me on hold or transfer me?
Oh, not at all, sir. Just give me your location
and we'll send you a tow truck immediately.
Oh, thank you so much.
Uh, we are in a rental cabin
[loud thunderclap]about five kilometers from--
[static]
Hello?
Hello! I've been cut off.
[Kate and Evie laughing]Oh, no, no.
Uh, what's going on?
[laughing] The phone lines are dead.
[laughing]
I-- I don't get it.
Because it's not a joke! It's a tragedy!
Oh.
Uh, I don't want to, like, alarm anyone
but isn't this, like, exactly what happens
in scary movies?
I'm serious. You just lure a bunch
of teenagers out to a mysterious cabin in the woods.
Disable their car. Cut off the phone lines.
All right, now, listen, everybody.
Okay, so the car is just acting up,
and the phones lines are probably dead
because the storm knocked them out.
Yeah, Jake. If it really was
a scary movie they'd also cut out the power.
[loud thunderclap][screaming]
[all screaming]
[Jake] Do you guys think Kate and Erik remembered to lock the doors?
[Sal] Of course, no one's getting in.
Okay, who's taking first watch?
Ooh, me! I'll be great at that.
Do you want me to watch at the window or at the door?
The window, so you can see if somebody's approaching the door.
Okay, if I spot someone I'll wake both of you up.
Yes, of course.
[Anika] All right.
Then what?
What do you mean?
Well, I've spotted someone. I've woken you two up.
What do I do next?
Oh, I don't know.
I hadn't really thought that far ahead.
Oh, okay.
Well, we'll just see what happens then.
Good night.
So, should I go to the window now or...
Ah, it doesn't matter because I can't fall asleep anyway!
Me neither.
How about we tell each other ghost stories?
Oh, yeah, 'cause that will really lighten the atmosphere.
I know, right?
I got a ghost story.
It's a true story,
about a man of science,
and the mysterious terror he could not explain.
Our scientist... Let's call him
Doctor X, never believed in ghosts.
He always believed everything could be explained with logic,
reason, and the application of science.
One day, when he was working alone in his lab,
he was overcome with a sudden feeling
that he wasn't alone.
There was something there.
A dark, terrible presence.
He looked around...
and saw a closet.
A closet he had never noticed before.
Its door was open just a little bit.
Kind of like that one over there.
[Anika] What was in it?
[Sal] Doctor X didn't know.
But as he moved closer, he felt that awful presence
grow stronger and stronger,
sending shivers of fear down his spine.
What was it?
It was...
...infrasound.
What?
Infrasound.
It's ultra-low sound waves
caused by vibrating machinery.
The waves can mess with your brain and make you think
someone's there when they're not.
So... What was in the closet?
Uh... I don't know but it doesn't matter.
But there was a fan above it,
vibrating, causing the infrasound.
That's not a very good ghost story.
There isn't even a ghost in it.
There's a scientific explanation for a ghost in it,
which makes it an excellent ghost story.
Um... anyone mind if I just
go and take a look at what's in that closet?
Just to, you know...
Check it out.
It's just a normal closet, Jake.
Yeah, I know, I know.
There's nothing spooky about it.
[creaking]
[Erik snoring]
[door closes]
[wind whistling]
Hmm.
[Erik sighs]
[rustling]
[screaming]
[screaming continues]
Are you okay down there?!
Yeah, we're okay!
Erik just had a bad dream!
Oh.
So, what do you make of it?
Um, I don't know. Why would a guesthouse
have a closet full of boy's clothes?
Maybe they belong to the ghost?
A naked ghost.
All the clothes are here.
There isn't a ghost. And these aren't
ghost clothes, they're real ones.
Are you sure?
Maybe if we open the closet in the morning...
[whispers] ...they'll be gone.
Oh, sorry, I thought we were still doing scary stories.
Well, whoever they were, they certainly liked cars.
And homework.
Lots of it.
Who brings homework on vacation?Yeah.
Who wouldn't bring homework on vacation?
All the peace and quiet, you can get so much done.
There's something that doesn't feel right about this place, guys.
Yeah.
I know exactly what you mean.
Let's just get some sleep.
This'll all make sense in the morning.
[owl hooting]
Here you go, a nice cup of warm milk.
Now try to settle down, okay?
It, it was just such a shock.
Seeing her on the bed like that.
What were you doing running around the house?
I don't know. I just have so much energy.
Energy! Energy! I have so much energy!
Maybe you've had enough energy for one night, young lady.
Now go brush your teeth and then you really do
have to settle down. Okay!
[Erik snoring]
[distant snoring]
Anyone else hear that noise?
Anyone within a hundred miles could hear that sound.
What is it?
Sounds like some kind of animal.
Like a forest beast with clogged sinuses.
Or a wild pig of some sort.
Yeah, or a troll.
Does this forest have trolls?No.
They don't have trolls in any forest
because they don't exist.
See, Sal, that's where you're wrong.
Forests do exist. Look outside.
No, forests do exist--
Trolls! Trolls don't exist.
So what's making that sound then?
[snoring continues]It's Erik snoring.
Not a troll.You're both wrong.
Because it's a zombie.
Nope, it's also not a zombie.
He's right.
It's not a zombie 'cause they don't make that noise.
They sound more like...
[growling and snarling]
[sighs] That's a good zombie impression.
Thanks. I'm a bit of a zombie buff.
In fact, I know a really creepy zombie story.
Do you want to hear it?
It'll help you fall asleep.All right.
The sleep of the dead.
Or just regular sleep, whatever.
Get ready for a story that'll chill your bones
and send shivers to the very tips of your hairstyles.
Our story begins one stormy night,
in a forest outside of Amsterdam.
Just like this forest.
The rains had stopped and all was quiet.
Except for one lone figure.
A pale, wretched shadow, moaning and shuffling through the trees.
[bird caws]
This was a creature with only one thing in its mind.
Hunger.
A hunger for brains.
And then, up ahead, it found exactly what it was looking for.
A house...
A house full of people.
And those people
were full of brains!
The people were full of brains?
No, their heads were full of brains.
It's poetic license. Go on.
The zombie staggered towards the house,
its feet crunching on the leaves.
Its gnarled fingers reached out and opened the gate
with a creeeeeak...
[high-pitched creak]
Was that the gate creaking?
No, it was... It was probably just the wind.
Blowing the gate.
So yeah, that was the gate.
[creaking]
[Sal] There's definitely a rational explanation for this.
Well, can somebody give me a rational explanation
as to why there is a zombie outside?!
[Anika] It's coming true.
My story's coming true!
Right, but in your story, the zombie doesn't
actually get into the house, does he?
Well, I don't tell bad zombie stories.
So of course he gets in!
It's at the front door!
[groans, sighs]
Is it in the house?
[footsteps approaching]
What's it doing now?
I don't know.
What happens next in the story?
The zombie starts going up the stairs?
Oh, I hate your story!
We need to protect ourselves. Grab something.
Something better.
Guys... I think we're in serious trouble.
What happens at the end of the story?
Uh, the zombie...
disappears in a puff of smoke and everybody
lives happily ever after?
[sighing]
[gasp]
♪♪