♪
How we doing on untangling those lights, ladies?
Very poorly. But we shall persevere!
Man, I can't wait for our big Halloween party tomorrow!
We're gonna scare so many people
with all this spooky stuff!
Like these... vampire teeth!
‐Blehh! ‐Those're my dinner dentures!
[spits] Blehh.
I keep them extra sharp for when we eat red meat.
I'm so glad to be having a normal Halloween this time.
Remember how crazy things got last year?
You tied me up and left me for dead!
[laughter]
Ah, memories.
Don't worry, Gloria.
This Halloween celebration will just be plain,
good ol' fashioned fun.
Nothing extra‐ordinary...
[dramatic music]
[alarm blares]
[panting]
[distant roar]
[pants, yelps]
[female voice] Whew! What a mess!
Now who's responsible for all this?
Oh, wait‐‐
It's me! Gwendolyn Zapp!
Looks like that last experiment
didn't quite go as planned.
‐[alarm sounds] ‐[screaming]
It's coming!
Someone help us, it's coming!
[screams]
Okay, we know!
Rub my failures in, why don't ya!
Well, now that the lab done got busted,
I'm gonna need to finish my tests somewhere else...
Guess I can just do them from Earth!
Mind the lab while I'm gone, boys!
B.R.B.!
[spooky music]
[creepy laugh]
[screeching]
[thunder cracks]
[growls]
♪ One, two, three, four ♪
[screeching]
♪ He is a man ♪
♪ I am the Monsterman ♪
♪ He is the man Doo‐doo ♪
It's scary how much I hate that thing.
‐[Cricket] Ahem! ‐[music stops]
[mischievous laugh] Prepare yourselves...
for Trickor!
What are you, some sort of clown?
Can Tricker make me a balloon animal?
Wh‐‐? No, Mom!
It's not "Trick‐ er ," it's Trick‐ or ,
as in "trick or treat"‐‐
but the treat is nothing!
Well, hey, there's nothing wrong with
looking like a silly clown, son.
"Silly clown," huh?
‐[squeaking] ‐The only thing "silly"
about Trickor this Halloween...
‐is this silly string! ‐No... never again!
‐This whole can is going down your pants! ‐Come on! Enough! No! No!
‐Freakin' stop! ‐[Tilly] I'm warning you!
I took the words right out of your mouth,
didn't I, Papa?
Aw! Are you me for Halloween?
I love it!
How cute is that?! Bill and Till!
She got you exactly! Even down to the padded belly.
Should I do one pillow... or two?
One's plenty, sweetie.
I've gotta make a quick produce delivery
before setting up the jack‐o‐lantern station!
Who wants a little preview of this year's pumpkin haul?
[all] Show us the pumpkins!
Here are the pumpkins!
Cute apricots, but where are the pumpkins?
Here... in my hands.
Are we carving jack‐o‐lanterns for ants?
They're a disgrace to pumpkin kind!
Hey, I know they're not my best but‐‐
I think your pumpkins will make
great jack‐o‐lanterns, Dad!
‐Really? ‐Nope!
Ya got Trickored!
‐Hee‐hee‐hee! Ha ha Ha! Hoo‐hoo‐hoo! ‐All right, I'll be back.
I'll make the delivery with you, Papa.
I know you're bummed about your tiny pumpkins,
but you always cheer me up when I'm sad,
and since I'm you tonight,
you wants to cheer you up!
I'm confused. But touched, sweetie.
Thank you, "Bill."
And as Bill, I'll drive!
No, no, no, no, no.
Hello! Miss Zapp?
[electronic voice] Welcome, visitors!
‐To BigTech! ‐[Tilly and Bill] Ahh!
Oh, oh!
You must give me the name of
the cloning service you used!
He's a perfect copy!
Uh, here are the pumpkins you ordered.
‐They're perfect! ‐Really?!
‐I need pathetic veggies like this... ‐[sighs]
[Gwendolyn] ...to test my latest invention!
Feast your eyes on the fruits of my labor...
Literally!
Those are the biggest vegetables I've ever seen!
Whoa!
[chittering]
Say hello to Compound 415C!
Fresh off the jet from Mars!
I'm sorry, did you say "Mars"? Like the planet?
You betcha!
This bio‐genetically modified alien substance
gives your produce a complete makeover!
How'd you like to take Compound 415C home to your farm
and try it out for yourselves?
‐We could do that?! ‐Uh‐huh. Uh‐huh. Uh‐huh.
You'd be part of an exciting test group
to see if this stuff is safe to use on crops,
while we do nothing and collect all your data!
It's a win‐win!
I speak for both of me when I say,
‐"Yes, please." ‐No, thank you.
I prefer to farm the natural way.
‐Call me old fashioned‐‐ ‐Old‐fashioned!
but experimenting with otherworldly "chemicals"
just seems a little risky.
[slurps] Risky, shmisky!
Compound 415C will make people's lives better!
And as long as you get a good end result,
anything that happens along the way is fine!
All's well that ends well, right, kids? [laughs]
Hmm...
‐Ooh, those look good! ‐Back off, ya vulture!
Brains are for party guests only!
‐[knocking on door] ‐I got it!
Remy! Glad you could make it!
Love the dinosaur duds, bud!
Thanks! I'm going for "predatory, yet huggable".
And check it out! Vasquez and I decided to
match on purpose this year!
Happy Halloween, Master Cricket.
They only had one size.
Say, Vasquez, care to cool off
with some refreshing punch?
Why, thank you, Master Cricket.
I would love some‐‐ Ahhh!
‐You just got‐‐ ‐Die, spider!
[sighs] Trickored.
‐[grunts] ‐Vasquez, stop!
It's just some Halloween fun. Look!
It's fake!
My instincts were wrong?
‐[cries] ‐Remember what we talked about.
We're gonna see some scary things tonight
but it's all fake!
His bodyguard senses get super confused on Halloween.
‐The spider was fake? ‐It's all fake...
‐What's real and what's an illusion? ‐You're still a good bodyguard!
‐Ah, all right. Yeah. No. ‐Who's a good bodyguard? It's you, that's right!
[Vasquez] ...all I know are lies?!
[tires squeal]
[sighs] Well, at least someone likes our little pumpkins.
Uh, Tilly? Where you rushing off to?
I'm, uh... off to do some Bill things!
Like... night... farming.
Oh, that does sound like a good ttime for Bill.
Don't have too much fun without me!
[thunder crashes]
Whew. All right, Tilly.
We know Papa didn't want to use this stuff...
But tonight, we are Papa.
And having big pumpkins to carve at the party
would make him happy.
"Us" happy? "Them"...? No.
I'm just gonna go for it.
Some for you, some for you...
And since you're the very smallest of the bunch,
a little extra for you.
And... I guess we're done!
I suppose all we can do now
is wait for something‐‐ okay!
[squelching]
Oh, my. [gasps]
It worked!
Pumpkin carving is saved! Papa's gonna be so happy!
This is certainly a good end result.
Oh, Papa!
Do I have a treat for you!
[hissing]
[party music]
♪ I am the Monsterman ♪
♪ He is the man ♪
This guy...
Oh, my God, that reminds me...
[mischievous laugh]
Hmm? Ahh!
[thud]
[Remy hums]
Eyeball, Vasquez?
After what happened in Valverde,
I swore I'd never eat eyeballs again!
They're just meatballs, Vasquez.
‐[sobs] Eyeballs... ‐That's okay.
You'll get it eventually.
Okay, fourth time's the charm!
I'm just gonna carve...
his little eye!
[shuddering] Ah! I can't watch!
Sir, there are children here!
‐Too scary. ‐[sighs]
Well, hello, Papa Prime,
Do I have a surprise for you!
Oh, we have to go outside for this part.
[big gasp]
Oh. My. Farm!
I don't understand! How did this happen?!
Must've been a last‐minute growth spurt!
Looks like you had a good harvest after all!
Oh, look at these beauties!
I knew farming with love was the secret all along!
Are you happy now, Papa?
Yes! Yes‐yes‐yes‐yes‐yes!
Oh, boy, pumpkin carving is back in business!
Nice work, "Bill."
[coos]
Now, come on! Let's grab a wheelbarrow
so we can haul these inside!
Right behind you, Papa!
Huh. That's odd...
I was sure that pumpkin‐shaped divot in the ground
used to contain a pumpkin...
Hmm...
There. The pumpkin carving station looks...
"gourd"‐geous!
[nervous chuckle] I just can't help but feel
like something's off.
‐Ahh! ‐[Nancy laughs]
‐Check this one out. ‐[kids laugh]
‐Whew! ‐[Nancy] Spooky...!
Impressive.
Hmm...
Mister Green, Benny here.
That pumpkin made a scawy face at me!
Oh, you must be mistaken.
None of these pumpkins have been carved yet.
Mister, I'm tellin ya!
There's somethin' wrong with your pumpkins, I say!
Something vewy vewy wrong!
[laughs] Now, son,
if these pumpkins are "wrong,"
I don't want to be right.
Tilly and I picked them ourselves.
‐Tell him, Tilly. ‐What?! Oh.
Uh, hey, yep.
Nothing to be scared of...
[Cricket] Help me! Oh, my God!
This pumpkin's gone crazy!
[nervous chuckle] He's... crazy.
[Cricket] I'm not crazy!
Okay! Be right back!
Nobody ever listens to Benny!
Help! It's tearin' me apart!
I'm coming, Brother!
Ki‐ya! [grunts]
‐[snickering] ‐Ya got Trickored!
‐Hee‐hee. ‐Huh?
Well, I came up with the prank
so actually, ya got vexed and T‐Rexed!
Dang, that is a better catchphrase.
[nervous chuckle] You got me.
Phew! I guess I'm just feeling a bit jumpy...
[scared stammering]
‐Oh no, I'm not falling for another one of your pra‐‐ ‐[growling]
[gasps]
‐[roars] ‐[yelps]
‐Ahh! ‐Remy!
Why is this happening?!
I'm supposed to be an apex predator!
‐[chomping] ‐Hold on, Remy!
‐[snarling] ‐Don't worry!
Trickor has just the trick!
[battle cry]
[silly squeak]
‐It's not working! ‐I know!
Yahh!
[squelching]
[gasping] Die, pumpkin! You die!
‐[grunts] ‐Cricket... it's dead.
What was that thing?!
This is just a guess,
but it might have something to do...
[muffled]
We can't hear you. There's hair in your mouth.
I stole a modified alien substance from BigTech
and secretly used it to mutate Papa's pumpkins!
But he was just so sad!
I wanted to make him happy.
You can't fault me for that!
[both] Yes, yes we can!
[sighs] If this one attacks,
I have a feeling the others will, too.
We could all be in danger!
We gotta take care of this
without Papa knowing so he'll stay happy!
Will you help me?
Oh, you want us to just help you covertly
find and destroy a whole horde of alien pumpkin monsters?
All under the nose of our dear father?
Yes.
‐Nuh‐kay. ‐Rawr.
Honestly, you had me the moment you said,
"Let's duke‐out some aliens!"
I never said that, but thank you for your support.
Now let's get these people outta here
before they get eaten by alien pumpkins.
[power crackles]
‐[all] Huh? ‐What happened?
♪ I am the Monsterman ♪
Okay, everyone, thanks for coming out,
but it's time for y'all to leave!
You know what they say! Party till the sun goes down!
Get outta here!
Boo!
Quit killin' the vibe!
Put the music back on!
This party's just getting started!
Sue came here to get freaky nasty on the dance floor,
and freaky nasty she's gonna get! Whoo!
‐Ahhh! ‐[kids yelp]
[grunting]
‐[pumpkin growls] ‐Whoa!
[loud roar]
[screaming]
[snarling]
No harm, no foul.
[snarling]
Ahh!
[roaring]
Oh, no, no, no, no. Ahh!
Ooh! Looks like my "skewered head" kabobs are ready!
‐[roars] ‐Ahh!
‐[snarling] ‐Must... not... punch!
Remember, Vasquez, it's all fake.
‐[squelching] ‐It's all fake.
Surprise!
Closed the café early to join the par‐tay!
[screams]
It's just like last year!
What the heck is going on?
Yeah, Mom, bash that pumpkin! Oof!
‐[groans] ‐[snarling]
‐[snarls] ‐[whimpering]
‐[Cricket and Tilly] Mom! ‐Nancy!
Hurry! Get out of‐‐ Oh!
Get out of‐‐ Oh! Go!
[roars]
Mama! [gasps]
[whimpers]
Where's Papa?
You guys won't believe
what I found in the basement!
It's my festive apron.
[snarling]
‐Oh... ‐Papa!
Uh... Ahhh!
Oh, no...
Shh! They'll hear us.
I think we're the only ones left.
All our friends and family have been consumed by
pumpkin aliens because of me.
This is all my fault!
Aww, Tilly. I completely agree.
[big thud]
[snarling]
Nobody... move.
If he thinks we're dead and moves on,
we can create enough distance to make a run for the door
and hopefully find a neighbor or fireman that can‐‐
‐Whoopee cushion! ‐[flatulence sound]
[giggles]
[roars]
‐Ahh! ‐[squelching]
‐[clatter] ‐Heh?
‐[snarling] ‐Ahh!
Oh! Dios mio!
[all] Vasquez!
A smash in the head must free the host.
I thought this was just some Halloween fun.
Turns out, this is all real danger!
‐Really?! ‐Yes! This is scary and we need protection!
[grunts]
Hoo‐wah!
I have returned to my comfort zone!
Now, Master Remy, let's kick some pumpkin butt!
‐Yay! ‐[cheering]
‐I feel much safer now. ‐Hey, look!
The vines are retreatin' to the backyard.
It's almost like they're linked to something.
There! I'm going in to see where it leads.
I've gotta try and fix this mess.
Vasquez, can you stay inside and try to free the others?
Of course! But only because I'm dual‐wielding.
Pew! Pew!
Yahh!
[grunts]
[gasps]
What is this?
Are those eggs? They're everywhere.
It's like a nest! [gasps]
Papa!
[dramatic chord]
What are they doing?
[Remy] It's like they're trying to build something.
[snarling]
Well, whatever it is, we can't let them finish it.
You're right, Cricket, but how do we stop the pumpkin monsters?
‐[squeaking] ‐We go for the heads.
‐Oh, okay, thought so. ‐Oh, yeah. That makes sense.
[Tilly] Hang tight, I'm gettin' ya loose.
But I'm awake! [pants]
What‐‐what is all this?!
Dang it, Bill. This is all your fault.
'Course you had to switch fertilizers this year
to try and be a bad boy!
No, Papa, it wasn't you.
‐It was me! This is all my fault. ‐What?
I used that compound from Gwendolyn's lab
to make your pumpkins grow.
You just seemed so sad. I just wanted to‐‐
You went behind my back?
I said that stuff was risky and you didn't listen!
And after I just power‐washed the garage.
I'm disappointed in you, Tilly.
I don't deserve to wear the hat of Bill Green.
[mystical chime]
[squeaks, snarls]
[roars loudly]
[both] Ahhh!
Run!
[grunting, panting]
Ahh! [whimper]
[guttural roar]
‐What's it doing? ‐We gotta keep moving.
[chittering]
[roaring continues]
[panting]
‐[Tilly yelps] ‐[Bill] Whoa!
[roaring]
[squelching]
[growls]
[both whimper]
I'm completely out of my depth here, Tilly!
What are we supposed to do?
We can do the thing that Bill Green is best at.
‐[blade rings] ‐Farm.
[grunts]
‐Ready? ‐Ready.
[Tilly] Here they come!
[fighting grunts]
[shrieks]
Happy Halloween!
‐[grunts] ‐[roars]
[shudders]
[snarling]
Dang, there's a big one! Vasquez, launch me!
You got it!
[exclaims]
Oof! That man has got an arm!
Oh, gosh, dang! It's a whole pumpkin army!
They're totally pinned down!
All right, you pumpkin heads,
I came to this party to do two things.
Smash pumpkins and play tricks.
And I'm all outta tricks.
[battle cry]
[grunts]
[nervous chuckle]
Ahhh!
[grunts]
Ahh!
Hi‐ya! Hi‐ya!
Sister, save me!
‐[roaring] ‐Hi‐ya!
‐[squelching] ‐Yeah, take that!
Run for cover! Quick! [grunts]
I am an apex predator!
[grunts]
Wait, I spoke too soon!
What?! [groans]
‐[snarling] ‐No!
Vasquez!
Master Remy!
I had a dream like this once.
[grunts] Double Charlie on your six!
Hi‐ya! Yahh!
‐[both] Whoa! ‐Huh?
‐[energy blasts] ‐[grunts]
‐[rumbling] ‐Huh?
[crash]
[grunts]
[both whimper]
Ahh!
[shrieking]
[kids] Trick or treat!
‐[whimper, scream] ‐[pumpkins chitter]
[screaming]
Think of something, Barry!
Ahh!
It got my face, Barry! It got my face, Barry!
[scream]
[snarls]
[Tilly] We have to do something!
That big tower... It's almost like...
She's controlling it.
We take out the head, we free the host.
Cricket, you still got your bag of pranks?
Trickor never leaves home without it.
Perfect. I've got a plan.
What is going on?!
‐Ahh! ‐[snarls]
[Cricket] Ahh! Man down! Man down!
‐Cricket! ‐Ooh‐Eee!
I'm ripe for the taking!
I mean, just look at all this blood!
Why was I born so juicy?
‐Oh, agony! ‐[sighs]
[snarls]
[snarling]
Hey.
You've... just been...
Trickored! [laughs]
Now, Tilly!
Boo.
Yahh!
Ahh! [grunts]
[grumbles]
[shrieks]
‐[blades whirr] ‐[screams]
[squelching]
My mouth was very much open.
[squelching]
[groans]
[groaning]
‐Huh? ‐What was that thing?
Oh, no more dancing for Sue.
‐Oh, what a costume! ‐[murmuring]
‐Master Remy! ‐Vasquez!
Watch out! Hi‐ya! Hi‐ya!
Relax, Master Remy. It's all fake.
Ugh. What happened?
Farm stuff. Don't worry about it.
How... did I get here?
‐[Cricket and Tilly] Dad? ‐Huh?
Kids, you're okay!
Cricket! But how? I thought that‐‐
My best trick yet. Fake blood.
The treat is that I'm alive.
Oh, I get it now!
Like "Trick or Treat." Nice one, Trickor .
[gasps] Yes!
Validation!
Uh, Papa, I'm really sorry about all this.
Although my Bill Green costume
may have been convincing on the outside,
my inside was missing the most important part...
I get it, I have a gut.
No, your other gut.
The one that tells you right from wrong.
I knew that taking the compound was wrong,
but I did it anyway.
Look, what you did back there was really dangerous.
The world almost got taken over by vegetable overlords!
[cringes]
We all make mistakes. Some small.
Some... really big.
But what matters is that you grow from those mistakes.
The good kind of grow.
I love you, Papa.
I love you, pumpkin.
Everyone, get down! There's alien vegetables taking over the city!
Let me at 'em!
‐We took care of it. ‐Oh, you took care of it.
Huh. You want this?
‐[Bill and Tilly] No! ‐Oh, okay.
‐[explosion] ‐Well, all's well that ends well.
Sorry about the 415C outbreak.
Turns out, it's dangerous . My B!
Anyways, I'm needed on Mars lab.
You make one tiny, alien monster
that's out to destroy the human species,
and suddenly you're made out to be the bad guy, I guess!
Well, thanks for taking care of things down here.
Byee!
Why do we keep delivering groceries to her?
She has money.
[Bill] Oh, yeah.
Happy Halloween!
♪ Monster man ♪
[Dan] Uh, Dan thinks he's a pretty groovy guy.
Why don't you stick around for dinner?
Dan's making monster spaghetti and meatballs.
Like normal spaghetti, but monster.
Come on, friend. Party with Dan.
This is so much fun, it's scary.
This song will always be great.
I'll never go out of style.
No one will ever get tired of listening to it.
So says I, Monster Dan.