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! ♪
♪ Listen to the story I'm about to tell ♪
♪ About a man from Brighton they know so well ♪
♪ He was big and strong But never mean! ♪
♪ He got his biceps From a turnip green ♪
♪ Once a tornado Was headed towards town ♪
♪ Ezekiel threw his lasso And wrestled it down ♪
♪ Everyone cheered And started to sing ♪
♪ Ezekiel said
♪ It ain't nothin' But a thing ♪
♪ Ezekiel Tugbottom
♪ The hero... Hero... hero... ♪
♪ Hero of Brighton
My fellow Brightonians, unveiling this statue
is my proudest moment as your mayor!
Feast your eyes on Ezekiel Tugbottom!
Okay, not as proud as I was hoping.
[cheering] Oh, yeah!
‐Wow, incredible! ‐Oh, I love it!
I'm inspired.
Whoo! We love you, Ezekiel!
Whoa! What's the big deal?
I mean, why do we care about this guy?
Wha‐‐ Every Brightonian knows the legend
of Ezekiel Tugbottom!
Hero of Brighton!
He saved the town from the biggest tornado ever seen!
Plus, he was best friends with a grizzly bear!
If you'd stayed awake while we were in history class,
you'd know it, too!
And miss my 1pm nap?
I'd rather die... again. [grunts]
Now, everyone, if you'll move over to the park,
the post‐unveiling potluck will begin shortly.
Except you, Todd!
No, cups do not count as a contribution!
They didn't count at my eighth birthday party,
and they're not gonna count now!
Oh...
Oh, finally!
Pot luck time, baby!
I wonder what the great Ezekiel Tugbottom would say
if he could see this now?
Well, the nose isn't quite right,
but overall, not bad!
Really captured my rugged yet indomitable spirit!
Um... Huh?
Well... maybe it's‐‐
Ezekiel Tugbottom?!
In the ectoplasm!
Honorary city council member,
three‐time winner of Farm Times's Golden Husk awar, and...
[both] Brighton's burliest man 1871 through 76!
‐[laughs] ‐[gasping]
Okay, okay. Molly, play it cool.
Play it cool, you got this. Don't go full fan‐girl.
Oh, my gosh, I can't believe I'm standing
next to the Ezekiel Tugbottom!
Is this real?! Oh, no, I'm talking about him
in the third person and he's right here,
How do I stop? I'm still talking.
[laughs] Please, Miss McGee.
Friends call me Tug.
[gasps] Nickname status.
Well, potluck was a bust.
‐They ran out of food! ‐Scratch! Look who it is:
‐Ezekiel Tugbottom himself! ‐Some guy brought cups.
Whoa whoa whoa!
This is the guy everyone's all excited about?
Indeed! And thank you for coming to the big unveiling!
Uh, Stretch, was it?
[laughs] Always nice to see a fan.
Oh, here you go!
Bottom's Up: Memoir of a Hero.
A Tugbottom Press exclusive.
Thanks for the support, Stitch.
This can't be the right guy!
I know him. In the Ghost World, we call him Tug the Tornado‐‐
‐'Cause he fought a tornado? ‐No!
'Cause he's a blowhard!
He's always bragging, he's always acting like
he's better than everybody else!
Scratch, he is better than everyone. He's a hero!
Okay, fine. Don't believe me.
Have a great time.
I'm just gonna sit back, see how long
your little love fest lasts
before you hit the wall.
I'm sorry about him.
Mr. Tugbottom‐‐ I mean, Tug,
I'd love to give you a tour of the town
you so generously saved!
Nothing would make me happier!
[chittering]
Golly! Brighton sure has lost its way since I departed.
Well, yeah...
we may have hit some tough times.
But we've beat tough times before!
Like you beat that tornado! With your fists!
[punching sounds]
Exactly, Molly!
I think what this town needs is a little more me!
Okay. That's one idea.
Let's change this to my face.
Ah, call this "Tugbottom Field."
Rename the whole place "Tugbottom."
Or 'Zekeville. Either works.
Why aren't you taking notes?
‐[alarm sounds] ‐[woman] Fire!
Somebody help! Fire!
[gasps] Oh, no!
Fear not, child. Ezekiel Tugbottom is here!
Huzzah!
[sighs] Finally!
See? He is a hero!
‐He just needed the right opportunity... ‐In three... in two...
‐to let his true colors shine! ‐in uh...
Whew, that was close! You're safe.
The flames can't hurt you now, little one!
‐Daddy's here. ‐B‐but that woman!
[grunts]
[screams]
‐‐didn't even try to save the painting!
I don't want to be insensitive,
but she should be fired. Fire her.
‐[beeping] ‐Hello, fire department?
[sirens blare]
38 minutes, 9 seconds.
You know, that is the longest time
I've ever waited to be proven right!
‐Oh, this is all wrong! ‐I'm losing it.
‐How can Brighton admire this guy? ‐Ten minutes, tops!
‐How can I admire this guy? ‐I'm slippin'.
Something weird is going on and we have to figure it out.
I'm sorry, did you say "We"?
Yes, we. To the Tugbottom library!
We should not have renamed that.
Every single one of these paints Ezekiel Tugbottom
as a selfless hero!
How can history have been so wrong?
[Libby] Hmm, something doesn't smell right.
And you've come a sniffin'!
You're asking the right questions, kid.
It's Libby. She's wearing a trench coat.
‐I know! ‐You know nothing!
You have no idea how deep this rabbit hole goes.
You need to visit the... archives.
Sponsored by the Brighton Women's Historical Society:
Where history is no mystery!
The answers you seek are in here.
"The True History of Brighton"?
All aboard. 'Cause the truth train is leaving the station.
[imitating train] Whoo‐Whoo!
♪ I had to revise The story I told ♪
♪ As it turns out He was not so bold ♪
♪ It was his sister Sally Who had heroic genes ♪
♪ Ezekiel didn't even like Turnip greens ♪
♪ He never actually Hugged that bear ♪
♪ And when he saw that tornado He froze with terror ♪
♪ It was Sally who saved him With the lasso pulled ♪
♪ The story of Ezekiel Is a bunch of Bull ♪
♪ Ezekiel Tugbottom
♪ He's no hero Hero... hero... ♪
♪ Hero of Brighton
So you're telling me Ezekiel's sister, Sally,
saved all those people from the tornado?!
And led the charge to rebuild Brighton.
This town is what it is today because of her.
Zeke wasn't even friends with a bear, was he?
I told you that guy was bogus!
You were right all along!
‐I am an agent of truth. ‐Yeah, what she said.
But I still don't understand!
Why does history remember Ezekiel as a hero?
[Molly gasps]
Tugbottom Press!
He wrote the history!
He made himself the hero instead of his sister!
This injustice will not stand!
I'm surprised he knew how to spell.
This is a monument to lies!
For the last 160 years,
Brighton has put this fraud on a pedestal!
But that ends today!
The truth must come out!
Avert your eyes, don't look at the statue!
He doesn't deserve your admiration!
Even those biceps are a lie!
How dare you try to destroy my legacy!
[thunder booms]
H‐hey, you know what?
Why don't you just buzz off, you big blowhard?!
I'll show you blowhard!
[strong wind]
Ahh!
Have you ever heard of mouthwash?
Ahh!
Scratch!
Oof! You don't deserve Brighton!
We never should have looked up to you
and your perfectly‐sculpted chin!
Time to live up to my nickname:
Tug... The Tornado!
Oh, I didn't think this through!
I wanted to be like my sister!
But being a hero is hard!
[pants]
In the end, it was easier to just make it up
and let history say I was strong, brave, and handsome.
I mean, what more could people want?!
A real hero!
[roars]
Whoa whoa whoa whoa!
Phew!
No! My beautiful statue!
Look what you made me do!
Whoa whoa whoa whoa!
Molly! I brought help!
‐Ezekiel Jeremiah Whifflethrope Tugbottom! ‐Ow ow ow ow ow!
Sally? W‐what are you doing here?
You have disgraced the proud Tugbottom name!
Scratch told me everything.
Oh, come on, Sis. I just wanted to be a hero!
Stuff and nonsense.
All you wanted was praise and glory!
That ain't what being a hero's about and you know it.
[exclaims]
[gasps] She's friends with a bear...
It was a dark day for Brighton
when that freak tornado destroyed our brand new statue.
But on the bright side, new historical facts have come to light.
Molly McGee, would you like to do the honors?
Nothing would make me happier.
Not again.
It was Sally Tugbottom, not her brother,
who saved Brighton and inspired folks
to rebuild the town.
She reminds us that being a hero
isn't about being the biggest or the strongest,
it's about doing the hard work of helping other people.
I live for this! History is alive!
Maybe. But the people in history...
Eh... A little bit dead.
I'll rest easy knowing Brighton's in good hands, Molly.
Thank you for carrying on my work.
Okay what if I had a second, smaller statue that‐‐
‐[chomps] ‐Okay, okay, it was just an idea...
Congratulations.
But you've barely scratched the surface
of this town's strange secrets.
I've been tracking supernatural occurrences...
Not now, Libby. Basking
Gotcha, I'll come back later.
Whew!
♪ T he Ghost and Molly McGee ♪
[school bell rings]
Check this out! A talent show!
AKA, another chance to share my incredible gifts with you,
my devoted Fawn‐dreas!
[gasps]
A talent show?!
Oh, this is gonna be the best day of my afterlife!
What‐‐ really? You're into talent shows?
Doesn't seem like your type of thing, Scratch.
Molly, you could not be more wrong if you tried.
I love talent shows!
You see, in the Ghost World, they're the gold standard
‐for misery. ‐Oh, boy.
I mean, look, you got your stage fright,
you got backstage meltdowns,
your face plants and forgotten lyrics...
and then there's always someone whose confidence is so huge,
it crushes everybody else!
Aww, so cute...
[chuckles] that you think of that as a talent!
[sniffles]
See?!
Kat, I love yo‐yo tricks!
And I can't wait to see you perform!
Your positivity is exhausting.
Ooh, the Talent Show sign‐up sheet is up.
Yep. And everybody's got a talent to share.
‐What's yours, Libby? ‐Oh, no, no, no, no, Molly.
I have no talent. But I do like to help out backstage.
I mean, sure, I admire the bravery of the kids
who face the blinding spotlight,
but with all my anxieties, that is definitely not‐‐
‐[slow‐motion] Me...! ‐[dramatic thud]
What? What's wrong?
I‐‐I signed up on the wrong list!
In pen!
Yes!
I‐I'll just cross it out,
[gasps]
[gasps] I gotta get that sign‐up sheet back!
Whoa whoa whoa whoa, Libby!
Don't you see? This was no accident!
‐It wasn't? ‐No!
This was your subconscious telling you
that you actually want to perform.
Deep down, you know you have a talent
and you want to share it!
Well, I guess I can, uh, sing?
[gasps] You sing?! How did I not know this?!
[sappy ballad]
♪ I have a voice...
♪ Hear my battle cry
♪ The spotlights blind me ♪
♪ And my fears confine me ♪
Molly, why are you looking at me like that?
‐Stee‐rike! ‐[pins falling noise]
Misery is back in the game, folks!
Oh, no. You hate it.
No, no, no. That's not it!
Um, to be honest,
‐I thought it was, um‐‐ ‐Awful? Atrocious?
‐Um, awesome! ‐Appalling?
Really, you liked it?
I've never heard anything like it! [chuckles]
All right, that's true.
You know, Molly, knowing you think I can do it
makes me think I really can do it!
Oh, she really can't!
She's going to be a disaster!
Yeah... Yeah.
Oh! Libby's going to humiliate herself
in front of the entire school!
‐How do I stop this? ‐You can't!
You either let your friend humiliate herself
in front of the whole school, which is a solid option,
or you crush your friend with brutal honesty.
Ooh, I don't like the sound of "brutal honesty."
Is there a "tender honesty" option we're overlooking?
Nope! All honesty is brutal.
[groans]
Okay, okay, okay. Think, think.
Hey! How about this?
If the music industry has taught us anything,
it's that a little studio magic can make anyone a star!
You sat on my chips.
[sappy ballad]
[autotuned] ♪ I have a voice...
Molly, what the heck is this?
Just, uh, giving your song a little oomph!
A little pizzazz! Pizzoomph if you will.
Give up, Molly, you can't save her!
Yeah, he's right. Give up.
I appreciate your help Molly,
but what I really need is‐‐
A backup dancer! To distract‐‐
I mean, dazzle the crowd with movement!
[chuckles]
♪ I‐‐
‐♪ I have a vo‐‐ ♪ ‐[feedback]
Molly, I know what's going on here.
‐You do? ‐Yes, but singing is my gift, Molly.
You need to find your own talent.
And don't take this the wrong way,
but it's not dancing.
‐[phone vibrates] ‐Oh! My mom's waiting outside.
See you tomorrow night!
See? She could be brutally honest!
Libby, wait!
I've gotta tell you something!
Molly! Libby just told me she's going to be in the talent show!
And it's all thanks to you .
[laughs]
And Mom's closing the bookstore early
to see me perform tomorrow!
But... it's "Slam Poetry Saturday"!
You and Libby never miss it.
No one takes slam poetry more seriously than me.
No one!
But I wouldn't miss
my Libby's performance for anything!
Yeah! Oh, sorry, Molly.
You had something to tell me?
Uh, yes. But it's not gonna be easy to hear‐‐
For anyone but me! [laughs]
Um, well... the truth is...
Get in there.
‐Um, there's, uh... ‐You got it.
There's no reserved seating!
So if you want good seats,
get there early! Okay, bye!
Bold choice, doublin' down on the misery.
You've got skills.
‐[grunting] ‐[laughs]
[off‐key music]
‐Hi‐yah! ‐[laughs]
[snickers]
A veritable feast of fear!
A cavalcade of calamity!
[warm up chords]
And our dear little Libby will be the cherry on top
of this fiasco sundae.
No, Scratch, no. Okay?
I can still find a way out of this.
A way that doesn't hurt Libby's feelings or humiliate her.
Like what? I mean, the talent show is here, man.
What could you possibly do? [blows note]
‐There's only one thing I can do. ‐Yeah?
I gotta stop her from performing.
No, you're not stopping anybody!
‐I need those misery numbers! ‐I'm doing it!
[blows failure notes]
[rock music]
♪ Oh, push it! I'm gonna get in your way ♪
♪ Obstruction... ♪
♪ I'm gonna slow you down Impede your speed ♪
♪ Gonna make you wait like the DMV ♪
♪ Obstruction
♪ I'm talking a form Of destruction ♪
♪ Stop the press There's a pause in production ♪
♪ I'm gonna break your will And waste your time ♪
♪ I'm gonna make you give me Feedback on how I mime ♪
Now I'm in a box... and I, uh...
Molly, I don't have time for this.
♪ I'm gonna hose you up I'm gonna slow you down ♪
♪ Like a predictive coach, I run you round ♪
♪ I'm a herd of cattle That you can't fight through ♪
♪ I'm blocking the road Like... ♪
Moo!
♪ Obstruction
♪ I'm gonna change Your location ♪
♪ Send you away On a forced vacation ♪
♪ Whatever you do I'm gonna soil up ♪
♪ Next on the program Nothing at all ♪
♪ Obstruction
[pop music]
♪ Don't you want it so Thread like me? ♪
♪ With a toaster on sale for $29.93 ♪
‐♪ At Davenports ‐♪ Davenports
♪ Everything's a bargain at Davenports ♪
I am sold! She's got me.
From this day forward, consider me a Fawn‐drea.
I'm gonna go buy a T‐shirt.
See? Libby couldn't follow that!
Good thing she's in the capable hands of the US postal service!
[Scratch] Oh, yes, which reminds me. Ahem! A ding‐ding.
A special delivery for Miss Molly McGee...
‐[yelps] ‐Phew! That was close.
I'm up next!
And my mom's in the front row.
Oh, good. Great.
That's good.
Oh, just look at her!
‐All full of false confidence, ‐[whimpers]
‐So much confidence... ‐Not to mention...
‐Mom in the front row. ‐She's in the front row...
I mean, it's the perfect storm.
And all thanks to so‐called "best friend" Molly McGee...
‐Ahh! ‐Libby, you can't go out there!
Why? Did I lose a sequin?
No, you can't go out there, because...
Brutal honesty time
you're a terrible singer!
‐But you said... ‐I know. I lied.
I'm sorry. I didn't want to hurt your feelings.
So you waited until now to tell me?!
When I'm about to go on?!
Well, uh, don't worry!
Because there's a trap door in the stage.
And we can tunnel away and escape into the night!
Like criminals! New name, new faces maybe.
We'll live on our own, on the road!
In the trains! Just... just nobody. Just us two.
No. I am done being scared.
I have to go out there.
What are you gonna do?
Improvise!
‐Oh, no... ‐Oh, yes!
‐[cheering] ‐Thank you, Brighton Middle School!
Don't forget to follow me on all platforms
and shop at Davenports!
[deep breath]
Ooh! This is gonna be so good!
I have a voice,
hear my battle cry.
The spotlights blind me.
My fears confine me.
I'm scared, but I still gotta try.
Thrown into the fire, kiss my comfort goodbye.
I feel the heat on my skin,
my head starts to spin.
I'm scared, but I still gotta try.
I'm not giving up.
‐Gonna look my doubt in the eye. ‐She's actually good!
And for real this time!
‐Ha! Go, Libby! ‐Boo, Libby!
Her misery was gonna set me up for afterlife!
‐That's it! I'm goin' in. ‐No, no!
[grunts]
I'm facing my fears.
Gonna hold my head high.
Ow!
I won't be cowed by the crowd,
Gotta make my mom proud
I'm very scared, but I still gotta try.
Do not stay silent
Don't clam up 'cause you're shy.
If you have something to say,
Speak up, don't delay.
You can be scared but you still gotta try.
[applause]
Whooo!
Slam dunk, Libby!
[soft music]
‐Hugs? Happy tears? ‐Mm‐hmm.
This was supposed to be the most miserable night of the year!
And now the only miserable one is me!
Little Scratch.
You think that counts for my misery numbers?
Well, you were right for all the wrong reasons, Scratch.
From now on, I'm going to be
completely honest with Libby, no matter what!
‐Hey, Molly. Who are you talking to? ‐No one!
♪ The Ghost and Molly McGee
[closing theme plays]