Muah‐hah‐ha‐ha!
‐♪ 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 a 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! ♪
Whatcha looking for, Dad?
Oh! Is it the ice cream truck?!
Whoo! Ice cream truck?!
It's here! It's finally here!
Here she is: Midwest Monthly.
I've waited four weeks for this!
Is that a magazine, like, with staples?
You know you can read it way earlier online, right?
Ha! And miss out on that new magazine smell?
[sniffs] I don't think so!
And now to find out which town
has been named "Best of the Midwest"...
[exhales]
Ooh! I think Brighton's got a real shot!
I'm too nervous. You do it.
No, I'll do it. No, you do it.
No... You do it.
Okay, I'll look.
And the winner is...
Brighton, Brighton, Brighton...
"Perfektenborg...
Scandanavian Hospitality
in America's Heartland."
Noooooo!
Perfektborg wins every time!
Look. Brighton's not even in here!
Oh, it's not true, Dad! Brighton's in the magazine...
Well, actually, just half of Brighton...
But it still counts!
When did half count?
For too long, Brighton has been counted out.
But no more! The next edition of Midwest Monthly will crown
the "Best Fest in the Midwest" and it's going to be Brighton.
‐Who's with me?! ‐Ooh! Me! I am! I am!
[both grunt]
‐Wha? Okay. One more time. ‐[both grunt]
‐One, two... ‐[both] Ah!
Whoo‐hoo!
[both] McGees never give up!
I love it, McGee!
Always wanted to take that smug Perfektenborg down a peg or two.
Wipe those "perfekt" smiles off their faces!
[Dad] All we need is a festival that will draw a crowd...
Ahhh!
We already have one.
Turnip Fest!
Ha! Good one!
Oh, that wasn't a joke?
Talk about dead in the water!
Ooh. Poor word choice.
Sure, we haven't been able to fund Turnip Fest in decades,
but back in the day, it was a real hit!
Right, Goldie? Oh, sorry.
Assistant Mayor Goldie.
[Scratch] Bloop‐bloop‐bloop.
[Dad] Excuse me, Mr. Mayor,
but we can't beat Perfektenborg with turnips!
Yeah, turnips are just potatoes that went...
‐horribly, horribly wrong! ‐[Scratch exclaims]
I will have no anti‐turnip talk in this office, McGee!
Brighton was built on the back of the mighty turnip! [chomps]
[swallows, sighs]
They may not look like much,
and they sure don't taste like much...
but they're ours!
Right, Assistant Mayor Goldie?
‐[Scratch sighs] ‐I knew you would.
[kisses] You're my smartest adviser!
Okay, all we gotta do is win Best Fest.
And that'll bring tourists.
And tourists will bring...
Tourist money!
Which means more funds to en‐happify the town,
winning us even more awards!
Nice usage of "en‐happify."
[Scratch] Hi. Reality here.
[screeches]
You're working with the turnip,
which is what you'd get if earwax became a vegetable.
‐[Molly and Dad sigh] ‐Guys, you know me, I'll eat anything.
But a turnip? No way!
I'm coming back for that pizza!
Oof!
Scratch, we need to talk.
Your misery numbers are frankly... miserable.
Yes. We've seen a rather disturbing trend of rising joy.
Uh, yes, well, you know, I've been...
I've been cookin' up something... really miserable.
A Turnip Festival. Can you believe it?
Hmm. Turnips are miserable.
But festivals are risky.
They can spread joy.
Remember what happened when Perfektborg
had their Krumcake Cookie Competition?
Yes. Look at Scary Sven. He never recovered.
Hello! Is eternity over yet?
It would be a shame if you had to join Sven
in the Flow of Failed Phantoms. Forever.
Yeah, but this is a festival about turnips!
Nobody likes turnips!
My misery numbers are gonna go through the roof!
♪ Turnip Fest is back!
Did you say "Turnip Fest"?
Now, that's a festival I can "root" for!
[laughs]
This weekend, celebrate Brighton's tastiest treat!
[chomps, gags]
There'll be food! Fun! Festivities!
And also, turnips!
Just make sure you... "turn up"!
Stay at the Brighton Motor Lodge!
Lots of vacancies! Wide open!
Please come.
[cheering]
[Molly] Dad, we're going viral!
Our ad worked!
Yeah. It did.
‐[grunts] ‐[laughs]
[gasps]
I love turnips!
‐Hey, Molly, uh, you know‐‐ ‐Yes?
‐Hypothetically speaking, ‐Mm‐hmm?
How would you feel if Brighton didn't get
the "Best Fest in the Midwest"?
Ah, well, come on, man. That's not gonna happen.
'Cause it's in the bag!
Let's pretend. Spitballin', you know,
It wouldn't‐‐it wouldn't, like, crush your entire spirit, would it?
Um, no. I think I'd get over it.
Oh, but it would totally demolish Dad.
‐Whew! ‐[cheering]
Okay. I mean, it's not gonna happen, but‐‐
Right, it's not gonna happen
'cause the whole town
has turnt up for turnips!
‐Yeah. ‐[laughs] So you know,
no worries, Scratch.
Well, I'll just see you later, then.
[groans]
[flatulates]
[all gasp]
Stupid turnips.
[chomps, gags]
If this festival is a success,
it's the Flow of Failed Phantoms for me.
Dad, Dad! The whole town's here!
Now all you need to do is impress
that Midwest Monthly reporter.
[woman] Ahem! Excuse me!
[scribbling]
Eva Hernandez, Midwest Monthly.
I'll be judging "Best Fest of the Midwest."
I'd like to begin with the food, then move onto the festivities,
then time and weather‐permitting, the fun.
Right this way, Ms. Hernandez.
Would you care to try one of
Brighton's famous Turnip Tornados?
Molly and Pete worked so hard.
I can't be the one to crush their dreams.
‐I mean‐‐ ‐[screaming] Help!
I got too close to the turnip tornado machine!
Geoff, you're a ghost.
Let me help you out.
Oh, wow.
Good to know I can always count on you.
Yes, Geoff. You can always count on me...
Sort of like how I... can always count on you!
I'm starting to see a loophole...
♪ There's a brand new craze On the radio dial ♪
♪ Everybody's dancing In the produce aisle ♪
♪ Turnip the stereo And go like this ♪
♪ Come on, Do the Turnip Twist ♪
♪ The Turnip Twist
♪ Turn your turnip To the left ♪
♪ The Turnip Twist
♪ Then you spin it To the right ♪
♪ The Turnip Twist
♪ Drop down, pull A turnip from the ground ♪
♪ Shake it off And take a bite ♪
[buzzsaw sound]
♪ It's a main dish side dish ♪
♪ Even a snack ♪
♪ No, it isn't rotten
♪ It just tastes like that ♪
♪ Throw away your jimaca and radishes ♪
♪ Come on Do the Turnip Twist ♪
♪ Don't want no rutabaga
♪ Do the Turnip Twist
♪ Tip your turnip farmer ♪
♪ Do the Turnip Twist
[cheering]
[laughter]
Well, that was a delight.
I know I shouldn't say this,
but I'm so tired of writing about Perfektenborg.
They win everything!
Tell me about it! We get it.
Perfect is in their name!
They're not as perfect as you think.
Their meatballs...
were a little dry this year.
[gasps] The nerve!
Now excuse me, I'm needed at the Turnip Mascot contest.
[gasps] Dad! You're doing it!
Ha ha! I gotta go tell your mom the good news!
This is it, Molly!
Things are really turning around for Brighton!
[light booms]
Now it's time to...
"Trash the Turnip!"
[crowd oohs]
Ms. Eva Hernandez of Midwest Monthly Magazine,
care to start the trashing?
Oh! I never get to do anything like this
in not‐so‐Perfektborg!
You didn't hear it from me,
but Brighton could be pretty happy
with next month's magazine.
Yes!
Geoff, this is getting serious.
‐The clock is ticking here! ‐Oh, I heard.
Er... ya!
And I'm running out options.
The Ghost Council is not playing around this time.
Sure.
Whoo! [laughs]
I mean, if I don't find a way to stop this Fest,
they're gonna send me to the Flow of Failed Phantoms!
Ahh! Flow of Failed Phantoms!
That is not happening or my name is not
G‐E‐ No time to spell it‐‐ Gotta go!
No! Don't! Geoff, wait!
I am not losing my best friend!
Ooh! Ooh! Oh, my heels!
Whoa! Whoa!
No!
[Eva] Ahh!
Oh! Ahh!
[pinball chiming]
[belches]
Perhaps it was a bad idea
to fill the piñata with turnips.
[sighs, grunts]
‐Yeah, it was a bad idea. ‐[pen clicks]
Here, let me help you.
‐[clicking] ‐[gasps]
I solved all your problems, buddy!
You know it feels good to do good?
Yeah. Thanks. I guess.
See, Dad? Midwest Monthly available
at the click of a button.
Okay, I will admit the layout is very convenient.
Just click this button and...
‐[wails] ‐Aww...
Okay. Yeah. That's all right, Dad.
Just let it out. Ooh.
Let us not...
I just feel bad about sabotaging the festival...
but I can honestly say it wasn't my fault.
Because it was yours.
You know, sometimes being friends
with a colossal screw‐up isn't so bad.
Aww, anything for you, buddy!
And now, the Ghost Council doesn't have
any excuse to send me away.
I mean, this place is as miserable as it gets
and that ain't changing anytime soon!
[Patty] Looks like the Turnip Fest
was a real turn down for business.
Gonna have to close down this old place
[phone rings]
Brighton Motor Lodge.
Uh‐huh. You want to...
book a room for next year's Turnip Fest?!
You think that sounds like fun?
Well... sure! Let me get my pen.
‐[beeping] ‐Wait. More bookings?!
Whoo‐hoo!
The Motor Lodge is saved!
[dings]
[thunderclap]
♪ The Ghost and Molly McGee
[snores]
[Molly] Aww, he's so cute when he's sleeping
Wake up, Scratch!
[screams gibberish]
What's going on?!
It's Saturday!
And not just any Saturday. I have no plans!
No chores, no homework, no responsibilities!
‐And you know what that means... ‐Don't care.
We're gonna have the most Awesome Best‐Friends' Day
that Brighton has ever seen!
Just chime in when you hear something you wanna do.
♪ We could start out with...
♪ A super happy Picnic at the park ♪
♪ Then hit up the aquarium ♪
♪ A nd watch them Feed the sharks ♪
♪ It's Sunny I'ts Saturday ♪
♪ Let's go out and make this ♪
‐♪ An awesome Best Friends Day ♪ ‐Ahh!
♪ There's archery, calligraphy, Ecology and more ♪
♪ All the thrilling Possibilities ♪
♪ Are right outside our door
♪ There's auctioneering,
♪ Volunteering ♪
♪ Human bio‐engineering
♪ Look, the day is Disappearing! ♪
♪ Come on, Scratch Let's go! ♪
♪ We could float in silence ♪
♪ In a deprivation tank
♪ Or hunt some evil pirates ♪
♪ And make them Walk the plank ♪
♪ We could high five While skydiving ♪
♪ What do you say? ♪
♪ Won't you join me...
♪ For an... ♪
♪ Awesome Best Friends Day
No. To all of that.
"No"? You can't say "No" to everything!
I absolutely can. Just did.
That's a terrible way to go through life! Or death!
We can't all be so positive,
constantly saying "Yes" like you all the time.
Well, that's different, okay? Because yes is good!
‐Oh, is it? It's good? ‐[Molly] Yeah!
Well, I guess you'd like it then if you could only say yes?
Yes! I would love it!
Would you hate it if you could only say no?
‐No, I would not. ‐I bet you would, too.
‐All right, wanna put your money where your mouth is? ‐Uh‐huh.
Great, then I'm gonna set a curse on us, Molly McGee!
Rahh! Until midnight,
one of us can only say no
And the other,
can only say yes!
Okay, okay, let's test this out!
Scratch, do you want to...
do nothing today?
Y‐‐
I see what you did there.
Okay, so I guess my answer is "No."
[laughs] Yes!
‐[bee buzzing] ‐[Dad grunts]
[loud crash]
Molly! Get back! It's not safe.
We've got a bee in our home!
Uh, so you're antagonizing it with a broom?
You got a better‐‐? Wait‐‐
Scratch! You caught the bee!
Can you please... release it outside?
Can I release the bee outside? Hmm...
No!
So far, I'm loving this curse!
Ooh! Next we can go to the library,
get some new books,
enter a literary world of pure imagination.
[kazoo sound]
[laughs]
Uh, hello, the library is that a‐way?
Just, uh... taking the scenic route.
"Scenic route"? Weird!
Almost like hate close‐up magic or something.
Which is absurd, because it is delightful.
Obviously, I love real magic.
Wizards and unicorns and stuff.
But magicians are just con artists who trick people!
I don't like being bamboozled, Scratch!
And I will not be hurt again!
‐[people murmur] ‐[Scratch giggles]
[Scratch] Oh, hey, Molly...
[chuckles] Wanna go watch street magic?
Pffft! That is a hard n‐‐
‐Nnn... ‐Hmm?
Nnn....
‐What was it? ‐Fine! Yes! [groans]
I can't believe you'd use this curse against me.
Abracadabra! Ha ha ha!
Hey there, passerby!
Would you like to see some magic?
‐Yes. ‐[giggles]
[blows] Presto!
‐Are you impressed? Oh? [laughs] ‐That didn't come from my ear.
You were holding that coin in your hand the whole time.
I know your game, presti‐digi‐faker.
Oh, Patty! Over here! Quick, before he asks me to pick a card!
Molly! Perfect timing!
I just finished whipping up some gumbo
but my tastebuds don't work so well any more.
Will you be my taste‐tester?
Yes! I would be happy to!
‐Is this gumbo? ‐Not bad for a beginner, huh?
Well, come on, Moll. Aren't you gonna eat it?
Yes. I will... eat it. Now.
Here I go...
[gags]
[Scratch] Make sure to eat it all, Molly.
[gags]
Can you taste how the freezer burn
mingles with the actual burn?
Yes.
[stomach churns]
[stomach gurgles]
[sighs]
Oh! Already finished?
Do you want some more?
‐[grunts] ‐What's your answer?
She's asking you if you want more.
‐[stomach churns] ‐Yes.
[Dad grunts]
The bee has summoned its swarm!
Save yourselves!
[phone rings]
Hello, my favorite grandson!
What's going on?
Nothin' much, Grandma Nin.
Just hiding from a swarm of bees in the house.
‐ Bees? ‐Oh, don't worry!
‐Dad'll squash 'em or die trying! ‐[Grandma shrieks]
Put your mother on!
You cannot hurt bees! They are good luck!
But, Mom, they're attacking Pete!
That is Peter's problem.
No hurting bees!
‐[buzzing] ‐Oh, they're everywhere!
Ahh!
[skunk chitters]
‐[man] Help! ‐[Molly] Oh! It's Weird Larry.
Quick, cross the street.
Are you avoiding people or something?
How very un‐Molly‐McGee‐ish of you.
Help! Help my baby Vera! She got out
She's black and white and got a cute little fluffy tail!
And a powerful stench only a father could love.
Oh, is Vera a skunk?
[Larry] Can ya help me wrangle her?
‐[chuckles] ‐[strains]
Oh, Molly, you've been asked a question.
You have to answer.
‐Mmm... ‐Don't leave the guy hanging.
I can see the word working its way up!
Come on, you know you want to...
[echoing] Yes!
And McGee slips past the wet cardboard boxes...
Why are they wet? We won't ask!
She's making progress on the far turn...
Oh! [laughs]
[groans]
[gasps] Wow!
When you are right, you are right, Moll,
You know, this is an Awesome Best Friends' Day!
I mean, not for you, but for me‐‐ Ahh!
Okay, look, whatever I did wrong,
I'm sorry and I won't do it again!
[all laugh]
Oh, Scratch, you're not in trouble.
For once.
‐I'm not? ‐Quite the opposite.
We're pleased with you!
Oh, Misery Levels have been on the rise in your town!
Very impressive work.
Which is why we'd like to invite you
to join the Elite Ghost Society!
Do you accept our invitation?
I have been waiting for this moment my entire afterlife!
You're asking me‐‐ Of course! What am I gonna say?!
I'm gonna say‐‐ Oof.
[babbles]
Y‐‐ [strains]
[babbles]
‐[deflates] ‐No.
[all gasp]
Scratch, consider carefully
because we will not ask you again.
Ever. For the rest of eternity.
Will you join the Elite Ghost Society?
No I will not.
Come on! Vera!
Come back here, you little stinker.
Well, my eternity is ruined.
I'm really starting to regret this whole curse.
Ha! [coughs]
Same. Sure would be nice to say...
"the opposite of yes" right now.
Oh, Molly! Let's switch!
You mean reverse the curse to the inverse? Do it.
Do it do it do it do it do it do it!
[grunts]
I decree: you are no, I am yes!
Okay, real quick: Do you want a pet skunk?
No.
Ha! It worked!
Mr. Weird, or is it Larry? I don't know.
But I did find your skunk!
That ain't Vera.
Looks feral...
[hisses]
Ooh, okay. Well, uh, I tried.
Wait! Aren't you gonna help me find my Vera?
No! Ha! That feels good!
What do you say? Should we go home?
Hide until the curse wears off?
I'll give that a big yes!
Ha ha! I knew you did!
Um, we all agree that pushing the bees out with air
won't give us bad luck, right?
As long as you do not hurt them.
Open the window!
[hairdryers whirring]
[gasps] It's working!
[hairdryer stops]
Uh‐oh.
[buzzing]
Beenado!
[all] Ahh!
Oh, wow. This really escalated while we were gone.
Come on, we have to help!
Hey, Scratch?
Buddy? Will you please eat all the bees?
"Eat all the‐‐"? [sighs]
I guess I had this comin'.
Okay. But if I'm suffering, so are you‐‐
Hey, Molly, can you not herd the bees together for me?
A double negative huh? Then no!
Perfect. Finally, we've figured out a good use for this curse!
Not happy about eating bees, though.
[hairdryer whirrs]
Do your worst, bees!
You can't sting a gho‐‐
Whoa! Ow ow ow ow!
Ahh! Okay!
[garbled] My mistake, I gueth you can.
‐We did it, Scratch! ‐You saved us!
‐How could we ever repay you? ‐[Scratch] Ow!
[Molly] Don't ask us any questions until tomorrow!
Maybe saying no
or "the opposite of no" all the time is too extreme.
Yes, I agree.
Ooh! Here we go!
[both] Five... four... three...
Wanna french‐braid my hair?
‐Uh‐‐ [sighs] Yes. ‐Ha ha.
Trapping me in the last seconds, McGee?
‐Dirty move. ‐[chuckles] Yes it was.
‐Huh. A lot of bee wings in here. ‐Ooh.
Kinda weave them in. They might look cool.
[Scratch] Yeah, well, just, well...
♪ The Ghost and Molly McGee
[closing theme plays]