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! ♪
‐[bell rings] ‐[door closes]
Whoo! It's the eighth night of Hannukah!
Thanks for having us, Libby!
Yeah, happy Hanukkah, Molly!
I am so glad you're all here.
My mom and I have never had this many people...
or ghosts, over for Hanukkah before.
Yeah, plenty of turtles though, huh?
Yeesh. Their beady reptilian eyes
are looking straight into my soul.
[dramatic chords]
Shalom, McGees! Be with you in a second!
‐Got the fryer going upstairs, ‐[yelps]
‐Customers downstairs! ‐[yelps]
Busy, busy, busy!
I wanted to be prepared
so I did a lot of research into Hanukkah,
which I now know unfolds over eight subsequent nights,
and is also called the Festival of‐‐
‐[power booms] ‐Lights.
[energy booms down]
Might wanna double‐check that.
Looks like the whole city is out!
[Ms. Stein‐Torres] Not to worry!
I'd never be caught without a generator
during a Midwest winter!
[hollow rattling]
Of course, I forgot to stock up on fuel
Oh, well, looks like we've only got enough juice to last an hour.
[motor rumbles]
[Hanukkah music]
[yawns] Well, what a great Hanukkah it's been
but you know what, it's half past snack o'clock.
McGees, let's roll. [gasps]
[Scratch sniffs]
Ooh. What is that heavenly smell?
Oh, if you're hungry, Mom made plenty of food.
And since it's Hanukkah, it's all fried in oil.
Fried... food?
♪ I get a whiff And all at once ♪
♪ I'm yearning [sniffs]
♪ Your oily fragrance Puts me in the mood ♪
♪ My heart goes Pitter pitter pat ♪
♪ For that vat of liquid fat
♪ Oh, I'm deep in love With deep fried food ♪
♪ I tremble at the sight Of jelly donuts ♪
Sufganiyot.
Gesundheit.
♪ Hash browns ♪
♪ M ake me come unglued ♪
Um, these are latkes.
♪ Can we fry the empanadas?
♪ Give me egg rolls And frittas ♪
♪ Give me fish and chips Chicken strips ♪
♪ And whoo! Hush puppies, too ♪
Uh, we're kinda losing the Hanukkah thread here...
♪ Throw away the crudités
♪ All I want is you ♪
♪ I don't mind The greasy stains ♪
♪ When you're gone I eat those, too ♪
‐[chomps] ‐♪ Eat those, too
♪ I've never ever known ♪
♪ A love so deep and true ♪
♪ As the love that I feel
♪ For deep fried food... ♪
[chomps]
Ahh! Hot oil! Hot oil!
Hnnuh! I think I burned my tongue off!
[garbled] Does my tongue look okay?
[Hanukkah music plays]
[Libby] Okay. The name of the game is dreidel.
You spin and if it comes up gimel ,
you win... all the gelt.
[Scratch] Nun!
Wait. As in "none‐none"?
Sorry, Scratch,
that's just how the dreidel spins.
Ooh! Shin . As in "win"?
Uh‐uh. As in "put in".
[losing beeps]
‐[muffled scream] ‐Ahh!
Gimme gimmel!
Yes!
Shin? Aww!
Come on, little dreidel.
Don't forget who made you outta clay...
Come on Gimmel , come on Gimmel ...
[all groan]
[Libby] Gimel!
Gimel!
[all groan]
[sighs] And now to taste sweet victory‐‐
Wait!
The gelt is candy?!
We were playing for candy?!
[Hanukkah music plays]
Welcome to the first annual
Mega‐McGee Hanukkah Spelling Bee!
Your first and only word is...
"Hanukkah."
Uh...
H‐A‐N‐A?
[buzzer sound]
‐K ‐[buzzer sound]
Can you use it in a sentence?
[buzzer sound]
H‐A‐N‐U...
I wanna say...C?
‐[buzzer sound] ‐Ahh!
Ah, I'm afraid you all lose.
There are 16 acceptable spellings, McGees!
There's my personal favorite "H‐A‐N‐U‐K‐K‐A‐H",
the classic "C‐H‐A‐N‐U‐K‐A‐H"...
‐Hey! I feel like I said that one! ‐[Libby] the daring "C‐H‐A‐N...
‐[buzzer sound] ‐Ahh!
[Hanukkah music plays]
Okay, time for a Stein‐Torres Hanukkah tradition!
The Miracle Box!
[all] Ohh!
Now, everyone, write down a miracle
that happened to you this year,
and stick it in this box.
[chuckles]
Ah! Yes! [grunts]
Aw, man, I thought of a better one!
‐[Libby] Now we read them aloud! ‐[gasps]
We don't need to do that, do we?
Pffft, it'd be pretty weird
if we didn't celebrate our miracles out loud and in public!
Eh, well, you see, my miracle is just sooo miraculous,
I don't want to show up everybody else
by having mine be read out loud, so...
I should probably just take it‐‐
‐No cheating! ‐Ahh!
Here, I'll show you how it's done.
Mm... "A ghost became my BFF."
[chuckles] That's Molly's.
[laughs] You got me!
Libby! Did you tell them my miracle?
[chuckles] It's me.
‐Every year she says I'm her‐‐ ‐Libby's my miracle!
[all] Aww!
So sweet. I mean, no one can top that.
More dreidel, anyone?!
No, this is fun!
"It's a miracle I didn't get caught."
For your own safety, it's best you don't know more than that.
[sighs] Is it feeling warm in here to anyone else?
No? Just me?
"The van's still running."
Is that really a miracle, Mom?
Oh, trust me, it is.
Your turn, Pete!
Pause! Uh, you know what?
I really gotta use the little ghost's room.
[snivels] Phew! Crisis averted.
But ghosts don't even go to the bathroom!
Go ahead, Dad.
Ahh!
Ahh! Ooh! Ahh!
Oh!
Ah! I got my own! Redo!
[squeezing sound]
If I didn't know better,
I'd think you didn't want us to read yours!
I don't! I thought we were doing funny ones,
so, you know, boy, I went real mean with mine.
Ooh, I was real‐‐ no one was safe.
But you know, I see now, you know, I misread the room,
‐So... uh... ‐[Pete] "I used to haunt a house"
"Now I haunt a home."
[all] Aww!
Scratch! I knew you were a gooey marshmallow!
‐Come 'ere, buddy! ‐[grunts]
Aww!
You see, this is why
I don't say nice things.
[Hanukkah music plays]
Their temple was dark, destroyed by the fight.
All they had was a few drops of oil to light.
But the flame kept burning all through the night.
"Look," they said, "Still lit."
The next day, the third day, the fourth day again,
as they rebuilt the sacred spaces within.
Their temples, menorahs, stood up to the wind.
"Look," they said, "Still lit."
They marveled, happily wondering why
as the sixth and seventh days went by.
"It must be a miracle sent from on high."
"Look," they said, "Still lit."
In the end, it was eight days and nights it would last
till the temple was fixed by the light that it cast.
"We weathered the worst, the storms have blown past.
"And look! Still lit."
When I think of that story,
deep down I know that no matter the battles we fight as we go,
inside of us all, a Hanukiah grows.
And look...
Still lit.
[snapping fingers]
"Freebird!"
This poetry appreciation is making me peckish.
I'm going on a latke run.
[Hanukkah music plays]
[upbeat music]
Yeah, that's a lot of latkes.
[upbeat music]
[Hanukkah music plays]
We've got light, heat, and treats in here!
Wow, can't believe our generator's
been kickin' for seven hours already!
Excuse me, I'm Abby.
I run the bakery down the street.
Ah, yes! I remember!
You know, it's funny.
I was raised Jewish,
but then I moved to Brighton, and...
I kinda lost touch with that part of myself.
Seeing your menorah, it reminds me of home.
Yeah, it holds a lot of memories.
It was one of the few things my family
could take as they fled their home.
[screaming]
[baby coos]
[inaudible]
This menorah has been with our family
through plenty of tough times.
But it reminds us that even in darkness,
there is light.
No matter what happens,
we celebrate that we're still here:
resilient, strong, and proud.
[Hanukkah music plays]
‐[indistinct chatter] ‐[Scratch munching]
Mm‐mmm!
Wow, what a great Hanukkah, huh?
[gasps] I can't believe our generator lasted eight hours!
[gasps] Eight hours?!
It's a Hanukkah miracle!
[sputtering]
Oh! Why must I jinx everything?
[buzzing]
[energy booms on]
Hey, the power's back on!
Oh, yes!
It is a Hanukkah Miracle!
Now our Festival of Lights has actual light!
That's why they call it the, uh... the Festival of Lights!
More latkes anyone?
I'll have one.
[Scratch slurps]
Ahh...
Most delicious holiday ever!
‐[Molly and Libby laugh] ‐Look at your belly!
♪ The Ghost and Molly McGee!
Oh, I love Christmas!
It's the most en‐happifying time of the year!
And it's our first Christmas in Brighton!
Ahh! Could this possibly get any better?!
Oh, it can and it will.
Tomorrow is the cookie bake‐off.
They start with gingerbread,
then work their way to snickerdoodles.
The sassiest of all cookies!
Welcome everyone to the annual Snowflake Celebration,
And may I add that, as your Mayor,
I personally made sure that our tree
is a full two inches taller than Perfektborg's.
[cheering]
[all gasp] Whoa!
‐[zapping] ‐Oh, no.
[zapping and crackling]
No one panic!
[screaming]
Ahh!
[chittering]
[pops and crackles]
What?! No! It can't be!
This ole girl's not done!
She just needs a little Christmas magic!
If we put her back‐‐ Uh, no.
What if we buy more decorations?
I spent all the money on that stupid two‐inch‐taller tree.
I'm sorry, everyone, but the Snowflake Celebration,
like our town's happiness, is cancelled.
No, no, no, this can't be.
I feel the season of joy... turning into despair.
Will there still be... cookies?
I mean, probably. Somewhere.
Oh, okay, then I'm good.
Well, I'm not. And neither is Brighton.
We've got to find a way to fix this!
[choral singing]
[music ends abruptly]
[choral singing continues]
And I've found it. In record time, too! Let's go!
[Scratch grunts]
Mr. Davenport, will you donate
your time, money, and resources
to save the Snowflake Celebration
and enhappify your fellow Brightonians?
Interesting question. And here's one for you:
Will this make me trend?
Oh, yes, sir!
On both coasts and everywhere in between!
Okay! Then you know what, I'm gonna give you a hard no
on this charity thing.
Wha‐‐ wait? What?
[Mr. Davenport] I've got a brand to protect.
Davenport's Department Store
does not hand out free joy .
Especially this time of year.
Like my father used to say:
"Christmas is a time to make money, not merry!"
But‐‐but it's a Brighton tradition!
You should listen to her, Daddy.
Andrea? You agree with me?
I was gonna be this year's Snowflake Queen.
Like Mom was at my age.
But without the Celebration...
that can't happen.
Aww, Button, you can pick any crown you want
from our Halloween surplus!
We'll stage a photo and put it on your socials!
It'll be fun!
[door closes]
[clatter]
[Molly] Oh, I can't believe he turned us down!
This injustice will not stand!
Is "injustice" really the‐‐
Do not question my righteous anger!
There's gotta be a way to change Mr. Davenport's mind...
Bah! Humbug!
That's it! A Christmas Carol!
We'll scare Mr. Davenport into the sponsorship
with a Scrooge‐like intervention.
Guess it'll be good for a laugh.
All right, I'm in!
Go in there and make him rediscover his Christmas spirit.
Whaa!
[snoring]
[ghostly moan]
Arise and repent!
[chuckles] What a weird dream.
And this one comes with a low‐rent ghost.
I'm sorry, "low rent?!" Listen, pal!
This is no dream! I'm the Ghost of Christmas Past,
here to remind you of a time when you weren't such a jerk!
[chuckles] Good luck with that!
All right, we're gonna have to do this the hard way!
Ahh!
Stupid window. Sorry. It's locked.
Ahh! Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Jingle Belle to Krampus, Jingle Belle to Krampus,
I'm sending Scrooge your way.
Whoa!
Ow. Why are we in my office?
It's a vision from your past!
Okay, but like, you know, my childhood was the 1980s‐‐
Not the 1890s, right?
Improvise!
[hip hip beat]
Rad Christmas, Daddy Davenport!
Isn't it time for us tubular dudes to head to
the Snowflake Celebration?
Christmas be‐eth the time to make money, not merry!
What I just saw reminded me that Christmas
‐is a time for giving... ‐[gasps]
...our bottom line a boost! So we stay open on Christmas,
and fire any employee who wants the day off.
And we make an example of them!
Not the lesson we're going for...
Next ghost!
Whoa!
‐[exclaims] ‐Oof!
Say hello to your average Brighton family!
[cries]
I suppose we'll have to rely
on the Snowflake Celebration for all our Christmas cheer this year...
But Mother...
the Snowflake Celebration was cancelled!
[cries]
Wow. She's good.
Spirit, I had no idea
things were this bad in Brighton.
Scuffed floors. Mismatched furniture?
Tacky throw pillows? Who barfed those up?
Excuse me?!
You come into my house and say that to me?
Uh, maybe we should talk about this outside.
Where it's much safer for you.
Let me go! I'll deck his halls!
It's not over yet! We've got one last ghost up our sleeve.
So which Ghost are you?
We've had the Ghosts of Christmas Past, and Present so you...
gotta be the Ghost of Christmas Future, huh?
[gasps]
No!
My business! My beautiful business!
We definitely got him this time!
It can't be!
Without the Snowflake Celebration, my business died!
Hey! This isn't Davenport's! What's going on here?!
Wait a minute. There's only one explanation
for this slipshod Dickens narrative I'm living in.
I am dreaming!
So why am I wasting it with you when I could be flying?!
[sighs] We almost had him .
[groans] You better catch him before he hurts himself.
‐Ha ha! ‐[smack]
[laughs] This is the most fun I've had
since my ClickClock account got a thousand smileys!
Well, Davenport's back in his bed
and we didn't save the Snowflake Celebration.
[sighs]
But that doesn't mean you can't have
‐a big ol' Christmas right here, Moll. ‐Yup.
You know, we got tinsel, get the lights,
get those annoying carols going.
And hey, if you got the cookies, I got the time.
I'll put up with the rest of the stuff, you know what I mean, Moll?
Um, okay.
But I don't feel much like celebrating this year, Scratch.
What? What are you talking about?
The joy's been sapped out of Brighton.
And me. Christmas is cancelled.
Don't wake me in the morning. I'm sleeping in.
Davenport broke the spirit of Molly McGee...
On Christmas?!
Oh, this injustice will not stand!
[snores]
[Scratch] Hey wake up!
Huh?
Another ghost? Which one are you?
I'm the Ghost of I'm Gonna Scare the Christmas Spirit
Into Your Lousy Carcass!
Okay... Little long. Not hashtaggable at all but‐‐
Ahh!
Whee! [laughs]
Whoa! [laughs]
Would you get some Christmas Spirit already?!
[Mr. Davenport laughs]
Look at me! Look at me!
Whoa! Whoa!
You are so frustrating!
Spirit! Spirit! Stop! Please!
Is this a vision, Spirit?
Or is this actually happening...?
She looks... just like her mother.
‐[sobs] ‐[Mr. Davenport] I don't understand.
Spirit, why is my little Button crying?
'Cause to you... Christmas is a time
to make money, not merry.
My father was a great businessman.
But not a very good dad.
I'll do it, Spirit!
I will fund the Snowflake Celebration.
I'll make my daughter happy!
I will make all of Brighton happy!
I'll save Christmas!
Yes!
Wha!!
Hey. Moll. Wake up.
It's Christmas.
[groans] I don't care.
Oh, okay. Well, you know, I thought you'd just like to know...
that Mr. Davenport had a change of heart after all.
What? He did?
Snowflake Celebration's back on!
But we've got a little work to do first.
♪ There will be Christmas in Brighton after all ♪
♪ We're stringing lights up
♪ We're decking every hall
♪ Every hall
♪ We'll slather every door
♪ In green and red decor
♪ In merriment per capita, we'll crush Perfektborg ♪
♪ There's tinsel On Brighton once again ♪
♪ Once again
♪ Grab your cookie cutters ♪
♪ A nd your rolling pin ♪
I'm begging you.
♪ The trees Are gonna glisten ♪
♪ The streets are gonna glow ♪
♪ We'll use this old asbestos to make artificial snow ♪
Wait!
♪ Christmas in Brighton
‐♪ Thanks to me ‐I'll be the Queen!
♪ We got a turnip ornament
♪ For every tree Every tree ♪
♪ Three cheers for Mr. Davenport ♪
♪ Who really saved the day ♪
♪ You're not quite As big as a jerk ♪
♪ As people say ♪
Hey, look, everyone, I'm trending!
[applause]
Our first Snowflake Celebration in Brighton!
You did it, Scratch.
You saved Christmas!
Consider it my present to you, Moll.
Now where's my present?
Oh!
♪ The Ghost and Molly McGee ♪
[theme music plays]