- ♪ I can't believe you're all mine ♪ - Uh, what?
- ♪ You and me for all time ♪ - Ugh!
♪ I'm never, ever, ever gonna be alone again! ♪
Oh, boy!
- ♪ The dream team, you and me ♪ - For all eternity?
♪ For all eternity! ♪
♪ It's the ghost, it's the ghost ♪
♪ And Molly McGee ♪
♪ I've been cursed, it's the worst! ♪
♪ Now you're stuck with me! ♪
♪ We're never gonna be apart ♪
♪ Is there a way to hit restart? ♪
Nope! ♪ We're the ghost ♪
♪ Ghost and Molly McGee ♪
- That's me! - Well, that's she.
♪ The Ghost and Molly McGee! ♪
This year's Brighton Bop is going to be...
Whoa!
I got you.
Whew! Part of my job as your dance co-chair
is to circumvent ladder-based mishaps.
Oh, we do make a pretty good team.
Hey, Molly, will you hurry up?
It reeks like old bologna in here.
So, what's next?
Okay, so, balloon arch, check.
Photo op. Say cheese. Check.
Finger sandwiches cut into perfect isosceles triangles, check.
I think we covered everything.
Except for the music.
I can help with that.
Because I won a contest...
to have Atomic Pink perform at the dance!
What are the odds?
Well, pretty good, it turns out, because I flooded the website with bots.
We'll talk about the implications of cyber cheating later,
but I do love a completed checklist.
Woo-hoo!
Come on. I'm hanging here, co-chair.
There's one more thing.
We need... dates.
Uh, dates?
We already have a date.
It's today, silly.
Or do you mean dates?
As in the sweet, dark-brown oval fruit
containing a hard stone native to western Asia and North Africa?
I... I just thought we could go together.
Carpool. For the environment.
Molly doesn't go for ghost hunters,
so, uh, take your swoopy hair and go home.
You want me to scare him? I'm gonna scare him.
What? No!
No... one... likes a gas guzzler.
Let's do it.
Do I wear this purple dress
that makes me feel like a butterfly emerging from a cocoon?
Or this stylish jumpsuit that just happens to match Ollie's eyes?
Not that I'm picking it for that reason.
Scratch? Yoo-hoo! Need your opinion.
If you haven't noticed, I've been ignoring you.
Hadn't noticed. Is this about the backpack?
I thought you loved the smell of old bologna.
Who doesn't? But this is about Ollie.
Uh, Ollie?
The world is filled with awkward,
swoopied-haired heartthrobs you could like.
How about Jeremy?
Jeremy spits when he talks, and laughs like a seal.
I know. He's perfect!
Look, I am getting through to Ollie, Scratch.
He didn't mention ghosts once while we were setting up.
That is progress.
And besides, as far as ghost hunting,
are the Chens really that much of a threat?
We're here with an exclusive,
behind-the-scenes look at my sister's latest invention,
the Spectral Snare.
Guaranteed to stop ghosts in their tracks.
For the purposes of this test, we'll be using pudding-filled balloons
instead of real ghosts.
-Oh, man. -Balloons were a bad choice.
Mm. Banana pudding was a good choice.
Look at his face. Hilarious.
Still, a date with a ghost hunter is a bad idea.
It is not a date.
It's not like he's bringing me flowers.
I picked these sustainable local wildflowers for you.
Still not a date?
Because I see him holding flowers there for you.
Sorry about the mess, kids.
You're gonna have to squeeze together.
- I don't mind. - I do.
At least the backpack smelled like bologna.
Whoa!
Ladies. Welcome.
Darryl McGee, totally legitimate winner of your contest.
If there's anything you need, please don't hesitate to ask.
Well, we ran out of yujacha.
It's a special citrus tea for our throats.
But you probably don't have a Korean grocery around here.
Oh, I can get anything.
Kind of my whole vibe.
Well, should we do what we came here to do,
which is work,
and definitely not partake
in all of the romantic clichés of a middle school dance?
Yeah, wouldn't want that.
I'll make sure the twinkling lights are twinkling,
the punch has enough punch,
and the photo booth is picturesque.
See, Scratch?
It's purely platonic.
I'll make sure it is.
♪ There's something pulling you to me ♪
♪ Kind of feels like gravity ♪
♪ And I think that I'm falling ♪
♪ I know this doesn't make much sense ♪
♪ Getting looks from all my friends ♪
♪ To convey when you call me ♪
♪ That still lives in my heart ♪
♪ Try to keep us apart ♪
♪ Doesn't matter what they do ♪
♪ I keep ending up with you ♪
♪ 'Cause I keep ending up with you ♪
How's that yujacha?
Can't believe you found it.
I'm a man of many connections.
Anything else you want before your next set?
A bowl of sundubu-jjigae would really hit the spot.
Do you have a sundubu hook up?
Oh, do I?
Do I?
Whew! I am beat.
But the dance is going well.
I'm having a good time.
This is amazing!
Is it finally happening?
- What? What's happening? - You two.
OMG, it's so cute. You two need a couple name.
Molly plus Ollie equals Mollie.
But that's just my na...
Oh, I get it.
Should we skip straight to the "I told you so"
and call it a night?
We are not a couple.
Molly's right.
As co-chairs, we're here on official dance business.
Way to kill the dream, guys.
Uh, didn't know anyone thought of us like that.
Yeah. It's crazy, huh?
Well, I better get back to business, right?
I thought I heard someone crying uncontrollably.
What happened to your eyebrows?
Not now, Mom, unless you know where I can get
an ice sculpture in the shape of a child's first laugh?
Oh, no.
They want something new?
Listen up, Lemmings.
It's time to crown our Lemming royalty.
And the nominees are...
Oh! I can't hold it in any longer.
It's Molly McGee and Ollie Chen.
Mollie!
Wow, that nickname traveled fast.
The dream is alive, hashtag "Mollie."
Lastly, one genuine Brazilian three-toed sloth.
Enjoy.
He looks a little cold.
I'm on it.
Libby, can you believe Molly and Ollie?
I know. They are so cute together.
This YA novel practically writes itself.
I will admit that, yes,
they look like the leads in a feel-good teen romance.
And yes, maybe Molly has never looked happier.
But... he's a ghost hunter.
Okay, Molly, you had your fun, but it's time to go.
We're walking. We're walking.
Sorry, Ollie. I got to go, uh, powder my nose.
I think that's a thing people still do?
What is your problem, Scratch?
Ollie hunts ghosts.
Forget hiding me in a backpack...
and just serve me up on a silver platter to him.
Oh, my corn, you are being so ridiculous!
Okay, so I have a teensy-weensy little crush on him,
- but that doesn't mean... - Oh!
And she finally admits her feelings!
Molly, it's very simple.
You can either have a ghost as a best friend,
or a ghost hunter as a boyfriend.
Well, maybe, this isn't about Ollie at all.
Maybe this is about you.
Because when you're unhappy,
you want everyone else to be unhappy too.
Capital W, "Wow."
I know it was just your tween hormones talking.
- Ew. - But I think
an apology is in order.
I'll wait.
Oh, real mature.
Well, I will be at home
watching my third-favorite movie of all time,
Country Pumpkin II: The Pumpkining
whenever you're ready to admit you were wrong!
We want to dedicate our last song of the night
to the best assistant we ever had.
Darryl McGee.
Come on up here, Darryl. - Me?
And as is Brighton tradition, this dance is for our Lemming royalty.
Mollie.
Sorry, I had to take care of something.
But I'm back now.
Shall we dance, Lord Lemming?
Of course, Lady Lemming.
You know, in a strictly co-chair business sense.
Yes! Slow dance!
Okay, she is way too invested in other people's happiness.
I know we said this wasn't a date,
but if you wanted it to be,
I wouldn't mind.
Really? I'd like that.
♪ I can count on you ♪
This is such a special moment.
I'll always remember...
...beeping?
- Do you hear beeping? - Oops.
Just the remote for June's new Spectral Snares.
The traps from your videos?
But those don't really work, right?
Oh, pfft. June cleared out the banana pudding
and they work great now.
I placed them all over the school.
No ghost is going to ruin our evening.
That's an official Ollie Oath.
Oh, did it get hot in here?
I forgot my, uh...
G-Gotta go.
Scratch? Are you out here?
If you can hear me, say something.
Molly? Over here.
- I'm stuck. - I'm sorry, Scratch.
No, I'm sorry.
I know I can be grumpy and difficult,
but I really do want you to be happy, Moll.
But... "Mollie", it's just... It's too dangerous.
I don't care about his swoopy bangs. Wait. A ghost?
Ollie and I are finished.
Hey, where's Molly?
She's, uh, walking home...
with a friend.
Is there something you want to talk about?
Uh...
No, Mom.
Everything's fine.