- Whoa!
- Aah!
You got Vic'ed.
Victor, what the heck?
Well, I found this video thing in the dumpster,
so I decided to make a prank show called "You Got Vic'ed"
Could use a skosh more vanilla.
Still, it's no reason to waste perfectly
mediocre flan on a prank.
Blah, blah, blah.
Since you're just sitting there,
why don't you help out on my new show.
Help me prank some fools, Valentino.
No. Remember the last time you pranked the town?
And I'm not just sitting, Victor.
I am trying to read, "
Don't Leaf Me Crying,"
but you keep interrupting my alone time
with your bothersome pranks.
That's a lie, and you know it.
You got Vic'ed.
Okay, okay, Val, ya got me.
But those were some primo pranks.
How many times do I have to say this?
You have no concept of personal space, Victor.
I can't believe I have to do this.
- What? - I'm going far away --
to Lagrima River.
And don't you dare come and bother me.
"Don't bother me." Val's no fun.
Now, who's my next victim?
- Hi, Victor. - Aah! Aah!
Oh, hey, Charlene and Pineapple.
What happened to your brother?
Val took off to Lagrima River.
I don't care, though.
"You Got Vic'ed" is better off without him.
Ooh, Val is going to Lagrima River?
I hope he doesn't encounter La Llorona.
La what?
La Llorona.
An evil spirit who wears a long white gown.
She cries for her long lost children.
She cried so much that her tears formed Lagrima River.
She's always searching for new children -- replacements.
If she spots a child's toes in her river...
-...or hears a child cry...
...or sees a child making a mess,
La Llorona will take them
and put them in the corner --
forever.
In the end, all that's left are their teddy bears.
I get it, Charlene.
Trying to prank the prankster, huh?
La Llorona's not real.
But maybe there's a "You Got Vic'ed" angle to this.
Maybe one of you can pretend to be La Rarona and scare Val,
and I'll catch it all on tape.
It'll be the ultimate prank for my show.
Oh, no.
I'm making such a mess of this river.
Oh, wait, they're biodegradable.
Val, you are so naughty today.
I hope this book isn't too sad.
I don't want to start crying today.
Ugh, he followed me here.
Don't you go anywhere. I'll be right back.
I have to take care of some very annoying business.
The nerve of this guy.
When I find him, he's going to get a stern talking-to.
We're here.
Lagrima River.
Finally. Hey, there's Val's stuff.
Quick, Charlene, you pretend to be La Sharona.
What was that?
I'm doing La Llorona's wail.
Nah, I think her wail would sound more like this.
"Blah-blah, blah-blah-blah-blah, blah-blah-blah."
No, Charlene, like this.
"Blah, blah, blah-blah-blah, blah."
Pineapple, that was great.
That wasn't you?
Uh, uh, well, if it wasn't me, and it wasn't Charlene...
It's La Llorona.
There it is. She must've already taken Val.
Come on.
Y-You guys are going in there?
Come on, Victor.
Don't be scared.
No, definitely not scared.
Aah!
Pineapple, did you hear that?
Charlene?
Aah! Who's there?
Show yourself.
Uh...
This must be La Llorona's house.
It's not that scary.
Uh, it's still not that scary.
Hello? Is anyone out there?
That sounds like Val.
Let's go in.
Unless you're sca-a-a-red.
♪ A haunting we will go ♪
Eh, after you, Pineapple.
Mis Ni...
Mis niños. "My children."
La Llorona must have wrote it.
And these handprints must be from all of her victims.
Yeah, right. Probably just one guy high-fiving the wall.
- Pine! Apple! Apple! - What's up with your brother?
Apple! Pine!
Maybe he found the ghost.
Let's go!
Hey, wait.
What the...?
Someone really likes bears.
What's this?
It's moving.
Get it off me!
Thanks, Pineapple.
Isn't this place the best?
He-e-lp me-e-e-e.
Val?
La Llorona.
Knock it off, Charlene.
There ain't no La Lorena or whatever...
Now, come on.
The bears. They followed us.
No way. It was probably Pineapple.
Right, Piney boy?
'Cause you love... bears...so much?
Okay, I'm not gonna let some dumb toy thing --
The bears are gonna get me!
- Quick. - Move it or lose it.
Vic, watch out.
Great, now we're in some gross basement.
And no sign of Val?
Hey, Vic, I think we found him.
Val, there you are.
What are you doing in the corner?
Inspecting the mold?
La Llorona put him on timeout -- forever.
Just like the legend.
No way. It's just some stupid ghost story.
Come on, man. Let's go, Val.
Come on.
It's not funny.
Charlene, make him stop.
Where'd you guys...
Aah! It's not real. It's not real.
Whoa!
Okay.
Oh, man.
If La Yomama finds me,
I just want to say
Val, I didn't mean to annoy you.
I should've let you read your book.
What was that?
No, please.
Don't put me in timeout forever.
Aah! Oh, no! She got me.
Help! She got me! Help!
You just got Val'd.
Wha?
You should've seen your face.
Oh, wait, you can, 'cause I got it all on tape.
- Pine? - We missed all the good stuff.
Sorry, Vic. I couldn't resist getting you back
after meeting La Llorona.
- Hi.
You see, having my feet in the river must have attracted her.
I heard her wailing, thinking it was you, Victor.
But as it turns out, she didn't want to put me in timeout.
She just wanted just some company.
It's so lo-o-nely he-e-ere.
I used to have 20 kids,
and they all grew up and left me.
All I have to remember them by
is their tiny little handprints.
- There, there.
Anyways, I told her about why I was at the river.
Anticipating you'd follow me to pull another prank,
I took it upon myself, with her help, of course,
to beat you at your own game.
- Wow, Valentino, I-I -- - Señora Llarona?
I-If you don't mind, would you sign this please?
You want my autogra-a-a-ph?
No, they're my adoption papers.
Does she carry those around all the time?
Hey, Val, I'm gonna cancel "You Got Vic'ed."
- Oh? - Yeah, as far as pranks go,
I can't really top what you and La Yolanda did.
That was the most ultimate prank ever.
Well, it was nothing, really.
Then it would give you more time to read by yourself
without getting flan thrown at you.
Hey, maybe we can make this our Lonely Haunts Clubhouse.
Meetings will take place once a month,
and we can invite El Pintor and Hairy Mary
and have ghost tea parties.
But that means...
I'd have to see you leave... again.
And again! And aga-a-a-a-a-in!
The camera.
Oh, well. At least I'll always have the memory
if you screaming like a baby.
I have to admit,
you guys got me good.
You were awesome.
Yeah, she is.
That's the sweetest thing anyone has said to me.