[spooky music]
[thunder rumbling]
[both grunt]
- [grunt]
- You went all the way to some other city
to, what, look at buildings?
Great Lakes City has tons of buildings.
- Not like the ones in New Orleans, Hector.
They're all haunted!
- Ooh! Haunted?
- Si, chiquita.
I went on a ghost tour and learned all about it.
- [gasps] I love ghosts.
I just joined the Great Lakes City Ghost Club.
- My wife says I'm not allowed to believe in ghosts...
[whispers] But I do!
- Bunch of saps.
- A guide took us all around the city,
showing us where spooky local legends live.
- That tour sounds like a real waste of money to me.
- Hmm? - [groaning]
- Wait, did that tour cost money?
- Claro, muchacho.
But it was worth every penny.
- [gasps] [cash register dings]
- I'd pay anything for a night of thrills like that.
- [clears throat]
You might be wondering why I gathered you here today.
- To smell a bunch of dirty laundry?
- No.
I want to bring you in
on an exciting investment opportunity--
our very own spooky tour!
[both] Ooh!
- All we have to do is make up some spooky junk,
give the people some scares,
and the money will come pouring in.
[laughs evilly]
So, what spooky thing should we feature on my tour?
[yelps] - Ay, Carl.
This room is filthy.
You were supposed to make your bed,
and pick up your dirty clothes.
And give Lala a flea bath.
- And I'm totally gonna-- later.
- You better listen, Carl,
or El Cucuy will come after you.
He always knows when children are misbehaving.
He watches you with his glowing, red eyes,
and he can hear you from miles away
with his giant, hairy ear.
- Abuelo has a giant, hairy ear,
and he can't hear his cell phone ring.
[phone ringing] - [humming tune]
- I'm serious, Carl. Hector!
Tu telefono!
- Okay, Abuela. I'll get right on it.
[grunts]
[groaning]
[sighs] There.
Now, "El Cucuy" won't eat me.
Anyway, back to our tour.
Wait a minute. El Cucuy!
- [squawks] Where?
- No, no, no, no, no.
I mean it's perfect for the tour.
- Bad idea. The real Cucuy could get us.
- [scoffs] There's no such thing
as the "real Cucuy."
It's just a story Abuela uses to scare us into doing stuff.
Now, come on!
We've got a tour to plan.
- Carl, you also need to put your chonies away.
[bright music]
Oh.
[rumbling]
[yelps] Ugh.
I told him to clean up his room.
Que cochinero. [train toots]
- Come one, come all
to Great Lake City's newest
bone-chilling attraction.
Carl's Cucuy tour!
One ticket buys you a night of unforgettable spookiness
as we explore all the local spots
where the Cucuy lurks!
I know what you're gonna ask.
The Cucuy's like the Mexican boogeyman.
- Ooh, I didn't know about him.
- Carl's Cucuy tour is the only tour
where you might, although not contractually guaranteed,
see the mysterious monster yourself.
- How much is a ticket? - How much you got?
- $30. - Perfect--it's $30.
- Daddy--
- You can't put a price on thrills.
[overlapping chatter] - Time to see this Cucuy guy.
- Carl, I thought you said these tours were for saps?
- Oh, yeah.
I meant all of those other, fake tours.
Mine is real.
- Hmm. Mind if I tag along?
- [scoffs] Fine.
But no family discount.
[laughs evilly]
[car horn honks]
- All aboard the terror tram!
Woot woot!
- Wa-ha-ha-watch your step! But seriously.
Mrs. Chang doesn't know I borrowed this from the zoo,
so if we could all be extra careful.
- [groaning] [grunts]
[chuckles nervously] [sighs]
[dramatic music]
Prepare yourselves. [thunder crackles]
You all better be on your best behavior.
El Cucuy is always watching,
ready to gobble up any troublemakers!
Didn't clean your room? El Cucuy's gonna get you.
Stayed out too late?
- [yells] - El Cucuy's a 'coming.
- Uh, sampled a few cashews at the mercado without paying?
- [scoffs] You're definitely gonna get eaten.
- [yells] - Wait.
Vito, did you really do that?
- Yeah. I'm regretting it now.
- Ugh. Give me a break.
- [gasps] Look there!
It's smoke from the Cucuy's...
all: Ooh. - Skin-melting fire breath.
- Fire breath?
You mean that steam coming from the sewer grate?
- Please hold all questions till the end.
Thank you.
Uh, who's driving the tram?
- Ah! I'm on it.
[tram crashes] Just a little scratch.
[car horns honk]
- [gasps] Look.
A pile of bones!
[horror music]
They must be from the Cucuy's
nightly feast of troublemakers.
[all scream]
- Hmm...
Or maybe they're from the box of decorations
for the haunted mercado?
- I don't see any decorations.
- Ah!
I can recognize my cousin Vinny's bones when I see them.
The Cucuy got him! And I'm next.
- Don't worry.
I covered you with special Cucuy repellant--
available for purchase after the tour.
- Ooh, I'll take one! - I'll take one!
[upbeat accordion music]
[camera shutter clicks]
- I can sense we're on the Cucuy's trail--
[thunder booms] [all gasp]
Up there!
Was that the dark cloak of the Cucuy passing overhead?
- So, the Cucuy looks exactly like Sergio
flying around in Abuelo's bathrobe?
- Doesn't matter what he looks like when's eating you!
- [sighs]
- [gasps] Oh!
Time for a refreshment break.
[grunts] Hey, how about a round on me?
Ronnie Anne, do you mind
getting everybody some hot dogs?
- Okay.
- [laughs evilly]
Floor it, Mr. Chang. - [yelps]
[engine roars]
- Hey!
Carl! Get back here!
- Ha ha!
That was for all of our well-being.
El Cucuy doesn't like doubters.
She was putting us in danger.
- But I was hungry.
- We did it, everyone.
We made it through the tour alive.
[grunts]
- Wow, so many close calls.
- Remember to tell your friends.
- Oh, I will.
I think I El Cucuy-ed in my pants.
And thanks again for this spray, Carl.
Muah! Worth every penny.
- That tour was so scary.
I can't wait to go again.
- Hmm. See you all later!
Whew.
Looks like I got off with just a few scratches.
[exhaust scraping]
- [whistles] Check it out, boys.
Thanks to El Cucuy, we're gonna be rich.
- [squawks] Time to party!
- What do you mean, "No pets?"
[yells] [grunts]
[distant screeching]
- Do you hear that? It's El Cucuy!
He's mad at us.
- [groans] How many times do I have to tell you?
El Cucuy is not real.
- [yelps]
- That's probably just a rat,
or that busted pigeon who hangs out in the park.
Come on.
Let's go see what else we can spend this money on.
You know that's just apple juice, right?
- Bees! [yells]
[moans] [grunts]
[upbeat reggae music]
[squawks] Looking fly.
[tooth rings]
- We are looking guapos.
[dramatic musical sting]
- [gasps] Was that the Cucuy?
- Guys, it's nothing. The Cucuy's not real.
- [screeches]
[both scream]
- [grunts] - [gasps]
Would you chill out?
[groans] Don't bruise the threads, man.
The more successful we look,
the more money people will give us.
Aren't I a genius business man? [laughs]
[both whimpering] Guys, what's your problem?
- El Cucuy.
[footsteps thud]
- [roars]
- Okay. I get what's going on here.
Nice try, Ronnie Anne--
getting back at me for kicking you off the tour.
Cool red flashlight eyes.
Really working it with that heavy breathing.
- My heavy breathing is because I had to walk all the way home
from where you ditched me.
If I wasn't so tired, I'd kick your butt.
- But, if that's not Ronnie Anne,
then it must really be...
[squeaks]
El Cucuy! - [screeches]
- [breathing heavily]
[banging on door] [whimpering]
- Carl...
[thunder cracks]
[breathing heavily]
- [screams]
Listen, I'm sorry I used you to scam people.
What if I gave you 10% of the profits?
[giggles nervously]
- No.
- 15? - [roars]
- Okay, okay.
What if I give all those people their money back
and promise to never scam again?
Plus I'll clean my room up and I'll do all my chores.
- Yes.
[thunder cracks]
- [groans] - You okay, dude?
- Here's your money back! I'm sorry!
- Carl!
- I'm sorry! - Ah!
- Ugh. [inhales deeply]
Here's your-- - Don't you dare.
- Money.
- [barks] [pants]
[thunder cracks] [all yelp]
- Stop being a travieso.
Listen to your Abuela.
She is always right.
Okay. Bye.
[thunder cracks]
- We did it!
El Cucuy's finally gone.
[all cheer]
I'll never try to scam people again.
- Heard that before.
- I'll take a foot-long with extra jalapenos.
- Sure thing there, chief.
[screams]
- [clears throat]
Sorry, Bruno.
[upbeat guitar and big band music]
♪ ♪