♪ 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 ♪
It's finally 9:00 a.m., Pajamas.
And you know what that means.
Time to put on your Pajamas and go back to bed?
Nope, it's the local firefighters' breakfast.
Oh.
I'm gonna have an omelet with fresh herbs,
and this might sound bonkers,
but I'm gonna brûlée a grapefruit.
First, you chop it in half.
Then -- -Hey, guys, just FYI.
I tried something new with my hair this morning.
It was ambitious, but ultimately, it failed.
Anyway, I have to let the pomade settle before I can emerge.
So, 9:00 a.m. firefighters' breakfast
is now 10:00 a.m. firefighters' brunch.
10:00 a.m.?
Alright, that's all.
Ciao.
Everything's gonna be okay.
I called the mess hall.
They are closed, so I don't have any food.
But I did write you this comforting letter.
Unless you can turn that comforting letter
into comfort food, I'll be in my cubby.
What's happening?
If Oscar doesn't eat before 9:30 a.m.,
he thinks something bad will happen.
It's his superstition.
Oscar, for once, resist the cubby.
Superstitions are irrational fears.
You're gonna have to face this one day!
One day, but not today.
Listen, kid.
Not that you asked,
but I think you're doing the right thing.
Uh, people might say I'm "superstitious" or whatever,
but if I don't eat a fly by 7:00 a.m.,
I gotta stay inside for a week.
Oh, yeah?
Well, it started off as a day.
Then it was two days.
Then just to be safe, I rounded it up to a week.
So don't worry, kid. We'll be safe in here together.
You're in good company.
You know, uh, I think I feel my dust allergies coming on.
Um, Hedgehog, uh, wait up.
Sometimes life holds you up a mirror,
and you don't love what you see.
You know what I mean, Hedgehog?
Oh, you don't usually have revelations in the cubby.
This is different.
You know what, Hedgehog? This is different.
Today I change my fate.
Today I eat breakfast...
after 9:30!
Come with me if you want to nosh.
Okay.
It's 9:31 a.m. I'm officially in it now.
Hedgehog, I'm going to need you at a 3-foot distance.
I could get bonked on the head at any moment.
Oscar, why do you have this superstition anyway?
No idea. I've just always had --
Incoming!
Aaahh! Oof!
That was totally meant for my head.
Oh, c'mon, Oscar.
Somebody's probably just playing football nearby.
When have we ever seen someone playing football on this island?
Alexa plays football literally all the time.
You watched her play.
You did a little cheerleading routine for her once.
Oh, yeah.
What is it now?
My shoelaces are loosening.
Okay.
Holy Arbor Day.
Oh, right.
It's sloughing season.
Perfectly natural.
Oh, Hedgehog, if only it were that simple.
Oh, man, I'm so hungry.
Hey, Oscar!
Since I almost hit you with that football,
do you guys want first dibs?
Mm...may we?
I have deep respect for queue jumpers.
Take what's yours.
Great spiral, by the way.
Did you see that?
We got to cut the line, and Susie was nice to us?
Does this mean I faced my superstition?
Did I beat it?
Oh, Oscar.
That's so great.
Oh!
Uh-oh, Hedgehog.
Uh-oh nothing!
We're done with this superstition business.
Mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm.
Ow!
That's just chance.
Pinecones hit the average person
on the head 3 times a year.
Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh!
O-M-G. It's...
Boy Band!
-Oh, my gosh, Boy Band! -Gosh, it's Boy Band!
-I'm so excited. -Yes!
Thanks so much for having us here.
We're honored to be supporting local firefighters.
Ohhhh! Heh.
Mm.
Hm.
Dang, that tuba solo was fire.
We have been looking for some spicy beats.
And, boy, you can drop the bass.
Okay, your superstition is definitely real,
and I definitely have it, and I just ruined my life.
Let's go!
Since when are superstitions contagious?
This just makes no sense.
It's totally illo-- Aah!
Hedgehog!
Aw, c'mon.
Is this gonna happen every time I don't eat breakfast by 9:30?
What if I'm on the West Coast?
I'm planning on going to college.
Does it adjust from Pacific Standard
to Eastern Standard Time?
What if I go to Oxford?
I gotta eat breakfast by midnight.
We need help.
Witch help.
Oscar, you and Hedgehog are so close
that you must have transferred your superstition
temporarily to Hedgehog in your attempts to face it.
Checks out.
So how do we get rid of it?
First, you gotta understand it's not an "it."
A superstition is a magical being,
just like the rest of us.
Now, Hedgehog, give me your hand.
Oscar, give your superstition a name so you understand
he's someone else totally outside of you.
Um, Gerald?
Perfect! Hedgehog, you chant with me,
and, Oscar, repeat Gerald's name.
Gerald.
Gerald. Gerald.
Gerald.
Hi. I'm Gerald.
Oh, it's you! How's the gas going?
Now that Gerald's out, to get rid of him for good,
all you need to do is look him in the eye
and ask him to leave.
That's it?
Well, you have to butter him up first.
We're talking spaghetti dinner,
cloth napkins, Parmesan, the works.
Then you pop the question, and the next thing you know,
you'll be eating breakfast at noon if you want.
Let's not get silly, but whatever works.
Perfect. Hmm.
Still missing something.
Ah! That's it!
Now it's perfect.
Oh! Here they come.
Uh-oh, watch the crack!
Butter him up.
Ask him to leave. Ha ha.
Here, Gerald, let me butter you up.
I mean...
butter you up some bread!
Is that salted butter?
Salted butter, heart aflutter.
Oh, I'm already flirting with high blood pressure.
Can't risk it.
Who needs butter?
Who needs bread even?
Bread on the floor, ants galore!
That's not even a real superstition.
That's just ants doing their job.
I wasn't finished. Ants galore,
your mother gets a phone call she's been dreading.
I have to sit still.
As long as I sit still, the ants can't bite me.
But I didn't bring a shawl to cover up my shoulders.
I have to stand up and clap five times,
or I'll catch a cold.
Oh.
Gerald, stop! This stuff's all in your head.
Mm...
Look, Gerald, I'm sorry I yelled.
The truth is...
the reason I asked you to dinner is...
I'm asking you to leave.
Leave?
Yeah, I wanna wake up in the morning
and not feel terrified.
Well, I'm not leaving.
Why not? You're being rude.
You didn't ask me nicely.
Well, how 'bout this?
If you're so superstitious, Gerald,
if you don't leave me alone by 8:15 p.m., something bad
will happen to you.
8:15 Eastern Time?
Time zones are always a factor.
Gerald! Just do what I --
Young elephant!
If you don't eat your gruel
by 9:30 a.m. Eastern Standard Time,
something bad will happen to you!
Great-Aunt Marianne.
Who's great now?
That's where you came from.
You're just a tool to get me to eat my breakfast
every morning so I don't get yelled at.
I get it.
She was impatient and probably had her own agenda,
just like I do right now.
You know what this means, right?
No.
It means you don't have to leave!
Good, 'cause I don't have anywhere to go!
So I realized I can just let the scary and not scary
live together, as long as we understand each other.
Wait, are you saying Gerald is living with you now?
Well, technically he's not living with me.
Well, it's just my thing, but if the corners of a rug
aren't touching both walls,
then it's hard for me to sleep at night.
Hmm.
Because if the corners of arug are touching both walls,
it throws off my chi for a whole room.
Huh? What's chi?
Salted butter, heart aflutter. Oh.