♪ Magic is real here ♪
♪ Far away from home ♪
♪ Anything can happen ♪
♪ When witches make the rules ♪
♪ Monsters are cool ♪
♪ The moon is our friend ♪
♪ I wanna stay with you ♪
♪ On Summer Camp Island ♪
♪
[ Sighs ]
Dear Diary...
Ramona left today to go live in frozen time,
and...
I feel fine about it.
Not sad at all.
If anything, I could use a break from her.
Sometimes best friends need to not be together, you know?
I couldn't help but wonder though,
what do I do with her raggedy pajamas?
Throw them away? Use them for scraps?
Scarecrow, perhaps?
Hey, I'm right here!
Yeah, well I need you to be right here!
Ugh.
[ Grunts ] Can I get a little help?
Mm...no.
[ Grunting ]
What are you, a redwood tree, General Sherman?
Ramona used to help me with this, ya know?
I need to conserve my energy for sleeping.
Ugh, is that why you don't brush your teeth?
I don't need to brush my teeth.
[ Grunting ]
We don't fit.
I'm a Ramona size only.
♪
Well, it looks like things have changed
and you don't suit each other anymore.
Now, let's put all this to bed already.
♪
Can you leave the lights on?
I'm scared of the dark.
Hey -- ugh -- come on! That's just rude.
[ Knock on door ]
Ugh, what is it now!
This better be important.
Susie! Susie?
Alice, do you know what time it is?
I am not in the mood for "Light as a Feather,
Stiff as a Board" even though it looks like
I'm am literally begging you to play with me.
Susie, something very strange happened to me.
I was falling asleep thinking about my recent immortality
and how I could never go home again,
how I'll never sit on my roof eating frozen grapes
while listening to distant train horns,
and then I burped and a ghost came out of my mouth!
It started waxing poetic
about scuppernongs versus Concord grapes and longing,
and then it just evaporated into nothing.
Am I cursed?
Is immortality a curse?
Is this my life now?
Oh, no! [ Sobbing ]
My goodness! Does no one brush their teeth around here?
No, Alice, you're not cursed.
Huh?
Look, when you're immortal, your memories and regrets
sometimes slip out when you burp, as ghosts.
The more traumatizing ones stick around,
but the lighter ones will just evaporate.
Buy a bottle of seltzer and you can bypass years of therapy.
Wow, we burp ghosts.
That must happen to you all the time then.
You've been around for centuries.
Uh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
I'm not haunted by any recollections of the past.
I'm perfectly well-adjusted. Thank you.
Pfft.
What about earlier today? When your best friend left you?
We all saw. [ Gasps ]
Do you have to burp?
Nope!
No burps here!
Okay, good night!
Okay! Night, Susie.
♪
Oh, hey, Susie!
Um, do you still have that amulet I lent you?
'Cause it turns out my grandma's trapped in it, and...
Okay, you could just hold onto it for now.
[ Grunting ]
♪
[ Gasps, continues grunting ]
♪
[ Burping ]
[ Sighs ]
Tissue? Huh?
Hiya! Where's Ramona?
Perfectly...
well-adjusted.
Well. Get on then. Off you go.
Go? Where am I going?
Either you dissolve into mist or float off
or find some swampy nook to occupy.
That sounds depressing.
You're a sad memory. What do you expect?
You stick to your side of the street,
and I'll stick to mine.
Hmm.
I think I'm gonna stay with you.
Forever! Unlike somebody I can name.
And it rhymes with lasagna.
Actually not really.
It's Ramona! No!
Staying with me was not listed as an option!
You could start a ghost business,
invest in ghost real estate.
You can even go to school, get a little ghost diploma.
Boring! I'd rather tell you
all my thoughts and feelings about loss.
Or our thoughts and feelings, am I right?
No. I burped you out.
Now, just thank me and get on with the dissipating.
Good eve to you.
Whoa!
♪
[ Gasps ] How did you get here?
Oh, hi, Susie. Welcome back.
I made you garlic ghost toast.
No! No garlic for her, please!
- Ah! - Thanks but no.
You can't be here.
Huh?
Whoa!
Oh, that's better.
Now to get some sleep finally.
Don't you think you're being a little harsh on him?
He is my unresolved feelings about my recent friend rupture.
I can do with him as I please.
[ Grunting ]
Why can't I sleep?
- Hey, Susie! - Aah!
I was thinking we could stay up all night and replay
in tormenting detail the exact moment you found out things
were gonna change between you and your best friend, Ramona.
That even if you still got to see her...
- Why won't he leave you alone? - I don't know.
This has never happened before!
Well get rid of him!
What do you think I'm trying to do?
...could change.
That a loss like this is on the table
even though the friendship had previously
made you feel protected from loss at this scale.
Susie, you can't ghost him forever.
Ohh, fine!
You're coming with me!
It worked!
- Hi, Dad. - Susie!
Hi, sweetie!
Hi, other dad.
Okay, that's enough sentimentality.
What can we do for ya, Pumpernickel?
Well, this.
Hey, come meet these guys.
This one is a memory of my dad, and so is this.
They're very nurturing and willing to talk about whatever.
They're your dads now.
- Yeah! We're dads! - Yeah! We're dads!
Just what every dad really needs.
A kid!
Aw.
[ Laughter ]
Congratulations on your beautiful family.
Okeydokey.
Ah, no, you don't!
You stay with them. You live here in that tree.
You eat toasts with your fellow ghosts!
Ugh, now I'm rage rhyming.
Dads, help!
-[ Laughing ] - Whoo! We're gonna be dads!
Huh?
What's wrong, Ghost?
Don't you want to live with us in the swamp?
It's what us ghosts do.
It's just...
I really want to talk to Susie is all.
Plus, it's kind of creepy here.
Ugh.
Well, what if we showed you around a bit?
So you could get a sense of the place?
Who wants to call a strange place home, right?
- Can Susie come? - Sure! Right, Suze?
Ugh, do I have to?
Susie...
Oh, fine.
And that's an old, rotted log.
And there's a bunch of moss draped over a branch.
And look, son.
A raven who looks like he knows a terrible secret.
Oh! Look!
Dead and Breakfast?
Oh, we're not really dead.
That's a common misconception.
We play into it.
We got tired of explaining that we're burps.
Oh! And look there.
This place has really good mashed potato milkshakes.
Remember when you drank so many of those,
Susie, and we had to roll you out of there?
That didn't happen!
Yes it did.
Okay, okay. Nothing to see here.
♪
Oh, wow! A carousel.
♪
Do you want to ride the carousel, Son?
No, thanks, Dad. I'm too old.
Yeah, me, too.
Let's go do something for grown-ups.
♪
Welcome to Plymouth Rock.
Are you now, or have you ever been
a witch?
♪
Hi, corn girl.
Nice haircut!
Pbht!
[ Laughter ]
On Wednesday nights, we come to this piano bar
for "Wednesdays with Weepy,"
one of Susie's saddest burps.
♪
♪ Once we played in the heather ♪
♪ Now I wonder if you ever ♪
♪ Play in the heather ♪
♪ On your own ♪
[ Sobbing ]
Does everyone here know Susie?
Yes, son. Of course.
We were all created the same way you were -- gaseously.
And we all felt the same longing to hover around her head
and haunt her waking hours.
But it's better for us to live here in the swamp.
- Hmm. - My dads are very smart.
Hmm...
Okay, now, you just let us know if you need anything.
We'll be right upstairs, okay?
Thanks, Dads.
I'm not gonna visit.
- That's our girl! - That's our girl!
[ Door closes ]
[ Owl hooting ]
Hmm...
♪
Susie?
♪
A raven who looks like he knows a terrible secret.