♪ 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 ♪
♪
Ghost the Boy, I'll say this.
If there's one thing I like better than pants,
it's super-cute cropped pants.
My socks can breathe. My ankles are happy.
Well, I'm happy you're happy,
and I'm happy your ankles are happy.
Also, it's possible those are very long shorts.
Mallory: Betsy!
What?!
It's possible those are very long shorts.
Whoa, no.
I wasn't saying "What?!" to you, silly.
I thought I heard my name.
It's a haunted swamp, Betsy.
You definitely heard your name.
So, uh, what's it like being a witch?
Mm.
Well, I like parts of it, but so far,
it feels like it's 99% group activities
and, like, 1% me activities.
It's all "let's join hands this"
and "astral project that."
I miss my pensive, moonlit nature walks, you know?
Huh.
Well, uh, you should try being a ghost.
Aimless pensive wandering is kind of our whole thing.
Oh, my gosh! Wait, teach me how to be a ghost!
You mean, you want to know how to do ghost stuff?
Mm-hmm.
I need a break from broomsticks.
I want to be a lonely ghost for a little.
Okay, I'll teach you.
We can be lonely together.
- Betsy! - Betsy!
Guys, I'm starting to get super worried.
What if Betsy's, like, really lost?
Maybe we ease off
the desperate traipsing for five minutes?
I mean, let's think. We're witches, aren't we?
Can't we, like, do a little spell
just to see where she is?
Well, sure, but if you got extremely lost,
wouldn't you want us to desperately traipse?
No, I'd want my magic friends to use their magic
to find me instantly.
Okay, fine.
But I'm changing everyone's outfits
to make Betsy feel super looked-for.
[ Ding! ]
- Wow, alright, cool. - Aw, cute.
A pith helmet.
Positions, hags.
All: Afriendus who left us, Arborus explores.
♪
- She's alive. - Where is this?
- Who's she with? - Is she wearing shorts?
Shh, hush now.
So what's first? How do I be a ghost?
Well, to be honest, you could use a makeover.
Caw! Caw! Caw!
[ Birds chirping ]
So you're multilingual.
Love that.
Can a gal get some eye holes?
Oh, yeah. [ Whistles ]
[ Bird chirping ]
Thank you. So, what's next?
What about haunting?
Ghosts are obsessed with haunting, right?
Hmm, sure, let's do it.
♪
Psst. There's our target haunt.
So I've never done this before, but...
But nothing.
I bet you're great at haunting.
Sneaking up on them all small,
little ghost attitude.
Yeah, I guess I probably am pretty good at this.
You just gotta flex your...muscles.
My what muscles?
Your...muscles.
♪
Yeah, that's it.
You're gonna do great.
Well, I, um...
We should...
Let's get over there before our victim sees us.
♪ Fog, marshes, and bogs ♪
♪ Happy stray dogs ♪
♪ What could be better? ♪
♪ Night snort of a hog ♪
♪ Haunting the swamp ♪
We just gotta stay as quiet as a moss poppy's yawn
until we're 3 inches away.
♪ Ahh ahh ahh ah ♪
[ Giggles ] Get 'im.
[ Inhales deeply ]
[ Blowing ]
[ Singing continues ]
What am I doing wrong?
You gotta apply a little sound to it.
Maybe throw in a little spooky arms.
Okay.
♪ Haunting together ♪
Woo-hoo-hoo Wooooh.
♪ Ahh ahh ahh ah ♪
Close your eyes and ears for a second.
Okay, I'm doing it.
Mister, can you pretend to be scared, please?
She's really trying here. She's a brand-new ghost.
I studied at Booliard, and all I can say is,
be careful what you wish for.
Thank you, sir.
Okay, Betsy -- - Wah!
[ Screaming ]
[ Crying ]
[ Panting ]
[ Groans ]
[ Farts ]
Oh, my gosh.
We have to call an ambulance.
Help. I'm new.
Somebody please help.
I-I'm sure he'll be okay.
[ Siren croaks ]
Get me closer, Wendel.
Sure thing, doc.
Amazing response time.
Easy.
My goodness, Wendel.
It looks like someone nearly haunted
this innocent musician to death.
Nothing we can't handle, though, huh, Wen?
[ Water splashes ]
[ Hisses ]
Alright, load us up. We've done all we can.
[ Siren croaking ]
I...I...
I really scared him.
Yeah, that was some grade-A haunting.
I think you've earned yourself some ghost toast.
♪
He's never brought a ghost home in the one day
he's been our son.
Look at you two.
Oh, gosh, where are my manners?
Op.
Oh, honey. Go get the camera.
I've got a great idea.
You guys are so cute.
A little closer, please.
Okay, say boo.
Both: Boo.
[ Camera shutter clicks ]
Ooh, another one for the album.
Album? What album?
Ooh. Ooh, this one's really funny.
[ Laughing ] He insists he's too old
to go on the carousel every time.
And that's when he snuck a little chocolate.
And that's when he woke up after a nap with wet hair.
[ Laughter ]
Aw. These are so sweet.
There's some really good ones in the next album.
Hey, let's go do another thing.
Ugh, I've only been here for, like, a day.
It's cute.
They love you.
Your dads are really cool.
You guys, they're on the move.
[ Both laughing ]
Hmm.
Um, okay, what's next?
What do you mean?
It's haunting and toast. That's it.
I thought there'd be more.
[ Gasps ] Do you want to do it all over again?
Or... I could show you some stuff I like to do.
Okay. What's your favorite thing to do alone?
Tennis.
I mean, I always played by myself at home.
I could take a swing at it.
Oh, my gosh. They're going to the tennis courts.
I know.
Wait, wait, you guys...
I kind of want to keep watching.
♪
[ Grunts ]
[ Laughs ] Tennis is fun.
I know, right?
I was gonna [grunts]
teach Alice and the others how to play.
You know, maybe you could have both things --
a group of friends...
And [grunts]
the ability to ask for alone time.
I can play singles and doubles.
Um, hey, would you still like me as much
if I was a witch, not a ghost?
What? I'd like you however you are.
I like you so much. Really?
Oh. Don't worry.
I'll get it.
Be right back.
Wait! I...
I like you so much, too, Ghost the Boy.
[ Insects chirping ]
[ Snoring ]
[ Ball thuds ] Huh?
Gotcha. Mm.
Hmm.
Okay, this time.
Hmm. [ Door slams open ]
Susie: You. I --
Enough! You're my burp.
You're my memory.
I tried the carrot. I tried the stick.
Now I have to try the carrot stick.
Which is what I call my wand.
Wait, no, I --
I don't want to talk about Ramona!
Memorus Wipus.
Oh.
♪
Oh, hello.
Who are you?
Who am I?
Am I supposed to meet somebody?
Somebody...
I guess I would remember...
if it was important...
Out of sight, out of mind.
Where is he?
I want to tell him that I like him.
And there's no way he's picking up that ball.
Alice: Betsy! Betsy, we missed you!
You know you can have alone time whenever you want.
What? Yeah.
Like, if you need to peel off,
do your own thing, it's cool with the coven.
Sorry we didn't lead with that.
Okay. Thanks.
How did you guys know I was worried about that?
We astral projected and watched the entire progression
of your adorable relationship with that ghost boy.
You know about Ghost the Boy?
- Yeah, so where is he? - We wanted to meet him.
I don't know actually.
He should have been back by now.
Oh, boy, night-three homesickness, right on time.
Come here, you.
It -- It's not that.
Do you have an island directory or something?
I can't find someone.
Gotta be more specific.
He's super handsome.
Average float.
As emotionally transparent
as he is physically transparent.
What?
I haven't met many ghosts,
but I know this one was special.
Really special.
I mean, you should have met his dads.
It runs in the family.
Would you say they're the best dads of all time?
I mean, yeah.
But, well, join the club. Everyone's got problems here.
You shouldn't date ghosts anyways.
They're dead inside... and outside.
Okay, good night. Susie, wait!
♪
Susie: You didn't see nothing, Jimjams.
♪