♪ 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 want to stay with you ♪
♪ On Summer Camp Island ♪
Jimjams, I'm home.
Where does he get the nerve, haunting me like that?
Lingering? You burp them into this world,
and they take and they take and they take.
He could use the tough love.
He'll be a better ghost for it.
Susie?
I'm just thinking...
the way he would badger me about my emotional intelligence.
I think I might... miss him.
Hey! Snap out of it!
You know how bananas you sound right now?
You're right. I need to sleep.
Attention all hags...
I had a weird day.
I need a full and healthy REM cycle.
You all better stay in your cabins and be good...
or else.
Hey, Jimjams, where'd you put my pants?
I think I feel a draft.
Susie, I think you left the, uh,
mic on. What?
Oh, man.
Is there going to be a sky announcement every night?
Okay, where were we?
"Dear Mom and Dad, sorry I haven't written yet.
Finishing school is going great.
I have a big group of friends already.
We've been together a lot...
a lot.
So I'm definitely ready for a solo night.
Not that being in a group is bad,
it's just I need some time alone."
Oh!
"By the way, Mom, they've got me back in a dress!
Love, Betsy."
Stop.
Time to get out of this thing.
Pants on!
Oh! Did you see that, Hippograph?
It moved!
I think I'm getting better.
And now... Betsy time!
Betsy!
Alice? What are you doing?
Put on your galoshes.
We're going yeti skipping.
We?
Yeah! Everyone's here!
What are you doing? This is dumb!
Aren't we supposed to stay in our cabins?
Rest our personalities?
No! Come on, this is your initiation!
If you want to be a witch, you got to be in a coven.
You want to be a witch, right?
I do, but...
Betsy.
Great! Let's go! Aah!
This is fun, right?!
Shouldn't you be looking ahead?
Pfft, I can practically fly with my eyes closed.
Whoa! Hey!
♪ Dundundundundundundun ♪
Come on, Betsy, do it with me.
♪ Dundundundundundundun ♪
Oh, hey, we're here.
Come on, come on.
Okay, Betsy, for your initiation,
you're going yeti skipping.
Yeti skipping? Yeah.
You go over to a clump of yetis, you say hi to four of them,
and then skip the fifth one.
Doesn't the fifth one feel bad?
For, like, 20 seconds.
He'll get over it.
Don't worry. It's harmless.
They really don't mind.
It's like a fly buzzing in their ear.
Okay. I'll do it.
Um...hello.
Hi.
Hello, you two.
Hi.
Guys, I did it!
There, I did it. Happy?
No. You didn't do it.
You definitely said hi to that fifth yeti.
I'm sorry. I-I just couldn't ice him.
It's fine. You basically did it.
We should just say she's initiated
and go have a cute little tea party.
Mm, we should probably do another initiation task.
Wah! Wah wah!
What's he saying?
Okay, my Yeti's a little rusty, but...
Enter on meadow.
And they have the baseness's.
It is not to -- to say hello?
We may hate yeti skipping
and only continued because it was traditional.
Betsy is a hero for ending.
What now?
He's saying...
that as we honor her, come, stomp.
Watch out for jubilee.
Uh, guys...
Woo-hoo. Whoo!
I just wanted everyone to feel included!
- Poof. - Poof! Poof!
Let's hang out forever!
Aah.
Aah!
Ohh!
Aah!
Whoa, oh!
It is just so nice to know how to poof.
That's why it's one of the first things
they teach us around here.
Which reminds me, Susie still needs to teach --
Betsy!!
Do you think she's...
No. I do not think "she's."
And we're gonna find her warm, living body.
Right away.
But we already pushed our luck yeti skipping
against Susie's wishes.
Susie Shmoozy.
She wouldn't wake up if the island were being invaded
by witch hunters.
Come with me or I say you're no good!
I'm sure this is all part of the initiation.
Nothing to worry about at all.
Just don't scream and the coven will pop out of the snow
and say, "You did it, Betsy. You are so brave."
"Dear Mom and Dad, I'm making friends.
I'm part of the group.
Everybody loves me."
Pbht.
I should be sipping chamomile tea in my cozy little bed.
I should've stayed in.
"Dear Mom and Dad, my situation is improving all the time.
We've transitioned from
'definitely going to become a hippopsicle'
to 'definitely going to be eaten by a family of alligators.'
Now, that's what I call progress."
The screams are probably just...
joyous screams.
Do you know where my friend lives?
Aah! Ah!
I'm sorry, are those ants playing tennis?
What is tennis?
"What is tennis?"
Now, that's a silly question.
I have lots of silly questions,
like, do you know where my friend lives,
or are you a witch by any chance?
Oh, uh, I suppose I'm a witch.
Wow. I suppose a witch.
That's so cool.
My friend is a witch, too.
I was just on my way to see her.
Hey, that's great.
Do you know how to get back to the witch school?
Oh, um...
Where's the witch school?
No, I'm asking you.
You tell me and I'll tell you.
I don't know.
It's somewhere on the island?
Full of witches that I was just getting to know
before they abandoned me in an avalanche?
I truly have no idea what you are talking about.
But you know who might?
Actually, you know what?
I don't want to go back.
Great, you can hang out here with me,
and I can tell you a long, sad story
about the demise of a friendship
between two witches.
Mm.
Honestly not feeling super receptive to friendship
as a topic right now. Oh.
But we can talk about literally anything else.
Will you kindly list some topics?
You know, politics, literature,
yesterday's weather,
emotional repression, universal entropy.
Oh, or pants.
I know pants.
He knows pants. I love pants.
I don't own any, but I've looked at them a bunch.
Now, just where on earth do you look at pants
in this wretched stink pit?
Right over there.
Boo Jeans.
Do you think they're open?
They're always open.
Ghosts don't sleep.
Shall we?
Oh, yeah, it might not...
That's fine.
I can just...
Wow.
It's glorious.
Glorious indeed.
Welcome to Boo Jeans by Pendarvis.
I'm Jacques Pendarvis, and I have touched
every pair of pants you see before you.
I touched them all.
But can't you, like, not touch things?
Vaporous ghost appendages and all that?
Your tactless discourtesy aside, you are correct.
The rats make the pants, physically of course.
No, I touch the pants with words.
You see, I compose each pair of pants a poem
before it begins its life on the shelf.
A worn again summer's day.
A grassy stain an' children play.
A morning dew on wetted bum.
Two leggeth lane steps like a drum.
Now, go ahead and browse.
Legs only, please!
Sorry, Mr. Pendarvis, sir.
We just really like pants is all.
This is, by far, the most fun I've had
on this dumb little island.
I feel like I finally fit in...
to this pair of pants.
What's your name by the way?
Oh. I don't have one yet.
No name?
I'm gonna call you Ghost...the Boy.
How do you like that?
Okay. I like it when you name me.
And I shall call you...
Nope. I already have a name.
It's Betsy.
It's been a pleasure enjoying pants near you,
Ghost the Boy.
And it's been a pleasure being near you, Betsy.
I'd like to apologize for my little outburst earlier.
I'm just very passionate about maintaining
the dignity of my pants.
But now I see that I interrupted a rather charming montage,
and I'd like to make it up to you.
Can I offer you anything?
Anything at all?
What you got?
Well, I'm thinking of taking Boo Jeans public.
Would you like to buy stock?
Our toad trousers are blowing up!
Let me get you some cucumber water while you decide.
I'll take one pair of your finest pants please.
Actually, make that two.
You know I can't actually wear those, right?
Yeah, they're both for me.
Betsy!
Ugh, she's nowhere.
What are we gonna tell Susie?
We can tell her the morbid truth.
No way. Betsy is alive.
Let's just keep looking.
Ugh. This island is so huge.
She could literally be anywhere.
Betsy!
What?!
Legs only, please!