♪ 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 ♪
Oh!
H'okay! Pay attention, girls.
Today we are going to be making spirit balls.
Balls? But I hate sports!
What gives?
I'm here to learn magic, not do sports at some sport --
Mallory, it's not a sports ball.
Obviously we all hate sports.
I don't mind badminton.
You're thinking of backgammon.
That's a board game, not a sport.
Ohhhhh. Yeah, yeah, yeah.
I hate sports.
Girls.
A spirit ball exists to entrap spirits and keep them occupied
so they don't occupy you.
You know, witches attract more spirits
than any other magical creatures.
Is it our musk? Do we need to wear deodorant?
Because I don't wanna wear deodorant.
No, it's not our musk.
Although now you've got me thinking about my musk.
Spirits love us becausewitches are deeply connected
to the spiritual realm.
They're always trying to get up in our action,
and make a nice little home for themselves,
which is bad because there's no room for us
in our own sweet, musky bodies.
Not only that, but over time the spirits will bend the body
to fit their own past qualities.
Your spirit ball has to be very beautiful
and attractive on the outside to draw the spirits toward it.
And inside is a coax,
something impossible for the spirits to try and solve.
My coax is made up of several charm bracelets
that were previously forgotten in a backpack.
The spirits are trying to untangle it.
Mine's a receipt from a 14-person dinner
where not everyone had an appetizer.
The spirits are trying to figure out who owes what.
Did you include tip? 10%.
10?! We're not monsters! Always tip 20.
You guys will be filling out your spirit balls in pairs.
Opie, you're with Agatha.
Rosie, Sarah.
And... Mallory --
Let me stop you right there.
I'm an individual, so I don't need a partner.
That's great! You can be paired with Emma.
She is also an individual.
Dang it.
And here are the vessels you will be using
for your spirit balls.
Decorate them however you like.
So, uh, where do you want to find our coax?
I was thinking maybe we could go to the beach,
maybe get a spirally conch,
do something with numerical harmony?
'Kay. Good talk.
Uhh!
So, do you know what we're looking for, coaxwise?
'Cause I have some ideas. I-If you want me to lead.
I'm happy to lead.
Okay, I'm just spitballing here,
but, uh, if everything that exists has a place,
what place does place have?
Lichen? W-Where's the mystique in that?
I really don't see where you're going
with any of these things.
Gross bugs?
I mean, I guess any spirit could try and, I don't know,
find the beauty in...
Oh.
Ehh, no, thank you.
Oh, yeah! Emma, this looks great!
Maybe we can find a weird stalagmite
that looks like the president's head.
They'll have to guess which president.
Oh. Of course.
Choose the smallest hole.
Emma? How did you even get in here?
Emma! Hello?
Oh, gross! Oh, no!
Uh, Emma! Emma, I'm stuck.
Can you -- Emma?
What the heck?! What is wrong with you?!
Emma?
Emma!
Wait, what is that?
A tiny vine? What's that gonna do?
Uh!
Emma, stop bopping me on the nose.
It's gonna make me...
Ah...ah...
Ah-choo!
Ohh!
Well, thank you for that.
So I still don't know... Emma!
...what you're looking for, for our coax.
Emma!
How do you have so many friends here?
Are you like an island local?
Emma, hello!
Okay. Is this why you don't talk to us?
Are you actually not a loser,
but rather the most popular person on the island,
on this planet?
What is happening?
Wow. Forget it.
Our coax should just be the mystery
of your forest popularity.
Wait.
Emma. What's our plan?
Ugh! Say something!
All right, ladies, I see youall did a charmingly pathetic job
decorating your spirit balls.
I hope you all found something.
Late! Sorry.
You all signed the waivers, so we're not responsible
if you end up possessed by the spirit
of a crumpled-up napkin or a pine cone
or, heaven forbid, a stamp collector.
Sarah, Rosie, the coax is meant to be
inside your spirit ball.
Whew!
Nice job, girls! Ghosts hate maths.
Luciola, Nancy, we'll start with you.
Tell us about your coax.
Our coax requires the spirit
to draw a flattering portrait of you, Susie.
Wow, that is very specific!
Also a terrible idea, I'm afraid.
Ghosts are fantastic artists capable of capturing
even the subtlest hints of beauty.
You said it, not us.
This is quite unsafe, but here goes.
Wooooooo!
Woooo!
He-- Hey! I'm a free dweeb!
Oh, dang, look at those stickers!
What's in the orb, huh?
No one's gonna say anything?
Well, I'm just gonna take a peek real quick.
Oh, come on!
I am good, but no one is this good.
I am straight-up never getting out of here.
Lock the tears away, Suse.
No one has time for tears.
All right, who's next?
Wow, I'm honestly surprised with how well it's gone so far.
Emma, Mallory, looks like the pressure's on.
Tell us about your coax.
Go ahead and tell her, Emma!
Say something.
Well, we, uh,
decided to go with something very mysterious indeed.
Very mysterious, huh?
Yeah, I'll roll the dice on that.
Or you don't have to.
No, I will.
Woe is me!
I'm a soggy ol' log.
Oh!
Ohh!
Ohhhh! What? No! I don't want it!
There's nothing in it! Aah!
Ooooh!
Ooh!
Ohh, so boring!
What's this, though?
Oooh!
Ah...ah...ah!
I'm a soggy old log!
And of course Mallory's been possessed
by the spirit of a soggy old log.
We should perform an exercism immediately!
We can't lose her spirit!
But exercisms are so exhausting!
Plus, we won't lose her, we'll just lose her personality,
and her personality is...
Maybe she'll be better as a soggy old log.
Susie! It is our duty to save her.
Fine!
Well, great job, Emma.
Looks like we're gonna have to perform an exercism.
Blblblblblbl!
Exorcism, yes!
Do what you gotta do!
Hold me down! Read at me from an old book!
Ohh, no.
An "ex-er-cism."
With exercise.
I'm old and wet and can't move!
Susie, no!
We hate sports!
And exercise is just sports without points!
Pointless!
Believe me, I don't wanna do this either.
But it's our "duty to save her."
One and one and two and two and 'round the door,
touch the floor.
Shimmy, shimmy, shimmy like you're 10:00 and 4:00.
I speak the language of the moss and lichen!
Perhaps you need to move her body manually?
I love my job, I love my job.
Oh, she's so heavy.
Roll her?
Thank you for all your help and advice, Ramona.
And one...
And wet and log and log
and a soggy, soggy, soggy like a rotten old bog.
Whew!
Okay, this is humiliating for both of us,
and it should've worked by now.
She's too stiff to exercise manually!
Can we please explore other options?
Also, I love my musk, but this is too much musk.
It's exercism, or poor Mallory stays a soggy old log forever.
I'm soaking wet and on the ground,
and I weigh just 2,000 pounds.
All right, listen up!
If we combine our witchy, witchy strength,
maybe we can overpower this spirit
and force Mallory to exercise with magic!
I'm no use as firewood!
Aim your wands...now!
Spirit, spirit, burning bright,
please let our friend get nice and tight.
Spirit, spirit, slow your roll,
please give her back some self-control.
One and one and two and two
and one and one and two and two and --
She's too far gone!
She's going full log!
Ah -- Ah -- Ah-choo!
Ohhh!
I'm fre-e-e-e-e!
Whoa!
We did it, girls!
Yeah, I don't think we did.
Emma, you are full of surprises!
I'd completely forgotten about the lost art of sneezercism.
Yeah yeah, but you gotta go catch that spirit you let escape
and bring it back here pronto.
Don't you dare leave us hanging!
She does.
She left us hanging.
Who could've predicted?
It's getting dark. I'm assembling a search party!
Actually, I'm sure she's just fine.
Ehh, you're probably right.
Well, if we're not going out, I'm wearing this to bed.
Emma!
Emma, hello!