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- I can't believe
it, Little Stitches,

I've had my eye

on the annual Halloween
dance-off all my life.

And now it's almost here!

- You mean you've
wanted to compete

in the Halloween dance-off
for 200 years, Lil Fangs?

- 187 years, to be exact,
thank you very much.

- Ah, well, my bad.

- I can't believe
it's almost Halloween.

The days go by so fast
when you get to be my age.

It's all such a blur.

- To think, you'll be
188 before you know it.

- That's right, 188
year old champion.

I can't wait to get up
on that bright stage

and see everyone
looking back at me.

All those faces, all those eyes.

All those tentacles.

- Well, I don't like being
the center of attention.

Don't you think you'd get

a little stage fright
up there, Lil Fangs?

- Stage fright?

Oh floof, no way.

I'm a mini vampire.

You know what happens when
folks look at me too long?

- They notice your
pallid complexion?

- No, they fall into a deep
trance and do my bidding.

- Oh, right.

Hey, you think you can pull
that trick on the dance judges?

- Sure, but I'm not gonna.

- No?

Well, why not, Lil Fangs?

- Because that
would be cheating.

And little vampires don't cheat.

- They don't?

- Nope, don't have to.

We are good enough,
smart enough,

strong enough, and spooky enough

to do just as fine as it is.

- Do you think you'll win?

- I'm gonna try.

Either way, it's gonna be fun

seeing who is this
year's best dancer.

- I can do a pretty mean robot.

- I'll bet, and I
can't wait to see it.

I wanna get everyone
else involved too.

- Whatcha mean, Lil Fangs?

- I mean I'm starting a
monster dance club at school

so that any little monster
who wants to get down

can participate in
the dance competition.

- Really?

Oh, wow.

Any monsters at all?

You mean even I can enter?

- Why not?

The dance-off is open to
one and all, isn't it?

- Hmm, yeah, I guess it is.

- So, what are you waiting
for, Little Stitches?

Start practicing your
moves and get ready.

There's no time
like the present.

- Okay, I need to do some
stretches or something.

My bones are stiff.

- When we go to school tomorrow,

I'm gonna announce to
all our little friends

that we're holding open
auditions for the dance-off.

Then we'll see who is
interested in trying out

and pick the best of the
best to perform on stage.

- Okay, I can't wait!

Hey, do you think I need

to get a snappy new
outfit to dance in?

Or will this old getup do?

- I don't know, you've
worn that outfit

since the day I met
you, Little Stitches.

I can't even picture you
wearing anything else.

- My gran has some glittery
sequin capes and stuff,

leftover from her
glam Egyptian days.

I could wear that.

- Don't get yourself
into trouble, buddy.

What if you get it
dirty or tear it?

I don't want to see you get
grounded before the dance-off.

- You're right,
it's not worth it.

Besides, if I'm a
good enough dancer,

I'll let my moves do
the talking.

- That's the spirit.

I can't wait.

Come on, let's
get ready for bed.

- Bed?

But it's six o'clock
in the morning.

- I'm a little vampire,

don't you know we
need our daytime nap?

I want to be good and
rested for tomorrow.

It's gonna be a big day.

Okay, everybody, thanks
for coming in early.

Before Ms. Meyers gets here,

Lil Stitches and I
have something very
exciting to announce.

- That's right.

- Does it have anything
to do with jerky treats?

- Um, no, Lil Woof.

Nothing about jerky treats.

- Oh.

- What about bubbling cauldrons?

Is it about bubbling cauldrons?

- No, Little Charm, I'm
afraid it's got nothing to do

with any bubbling
cauldrons either.

- Dang.

- I know, we're in school.

This must be about brains.

- Uh, no, no, Lil Brains,

we're not gonna talk
about brains today.

Nope,
we're gonna dance.

- Dance?

Whatcha guys mean?

- I mean, as we all know,

the big Halloween dance-off
is fast approaching.

- Not as fast as my dad.

My dad moves fast,
whoosh, yikes.

- Easy, Lil Boo, easy.

Now's not the time
for collecting souls.

Now's the time to
dance our socks off.

- Um, that's gonna be kind
of tough for me, guys.

- Not literally, Little Rags.

I just mean we're all gonna
show off our best dance moves

and assemble our very
own monster dance club.

Then on dance-off day,

we'll get on stage and blow
the doors off the joint.

- Ah, destruction, I like it.

- Little Stitches,
hit the music.

Okay, one at a time now.

Each of you have a
moment on the floor

to bust out your
favorite dance moves.

At the end, we'll pick the
best ones for our new team.

- And we'll go win that thing.

- Yeah, ladies
first, Little Charm.

You're up.

- Oh my, I didn't come to
school today prepared for this.

But okay, here goes.

- Woo hoo.

- Nice, Lil Charm,
you're amazing.

- Little Jackie, do
your thing, vegetagirl.

- Okay, I'm not
much of a dancer,

but here goes nothing.

- Awesome, Jackie.

- Yeah, what a twist.

That was really good.

- Aw, shucks, you guys.

- I'm next, I'm next, I'm next.

- Uh, okay.

- Yeah, Lil Brains, woo hoo!

- Huh, that's pretty good.

- You wanna see pretty good?

I'll show you guys pretty good.

Watch this.

I call it Werewolf Rising.

- Woo hoo!

- Lil Woof's got moves.

- I learned this one back home.

We used to bust it out at the
pyramids when I was little.

I mean, I'm still little,
but you get the idea.

- Whoa, nice.

- Yeah, smooth moves, Lil Rags.

- Thanks.

- Lil Boo, it's all you.

- I thought you'd never ask.

- Go Lil Boo, it's
your birthday.

Go Lil Boo, it's your birthday.

- That was super, Lil Boo.

- Sure was.

It was fantastic.

- What about you, Lil Stitches?

You gonna show us what you got?

- I sure am, Lil Charm.

Excuse me while I
drop some science.

- Whoa, buddy, I didn't know
you could move like that.

- It's all in the joints.

- What about you, Lil Fangs?

Let's see you.

- Yeah, hit us with
your best shot.

- Dance away.

- Okay, kids, you asked for it.

- Yay, Lil Fangs!

- Well, what do you guys think?

- Smooth as butter.

- Smooth as brains.

- I think we have our
Halloween dance club.

Everybody!

- Yes, listen.

Everyone here is so good,
you all made the cut.

- Good, did somebody say cut?

- Yikes.

- I just can't wait for that
Halloween dance-off, Lil Rags.

It's gonna be so fun.

- No doubt, Lil Jackie.

To be honest, I never saw
myself dancing on stage.

But ever since Lil Fangs
and Lil Stitches said

I'd made the cut, I'm
pretty excited about it.

- I know, right?

I usually save my
silliest dance moves

for the bedroom mirror at home,

but now I'm thinking
what the hey,

why not let it all hang out?

Go for broke.

Let my freak flag fly.

- I just wish we had more time

to get together and practice.

We were good today, but who
knows how good we could be

if we had more time to prepare.

- Hmm, you're right.

You know, tomorrow's
Mischief Night,

the night all lil ghosts
and ghoulies hit the town

for some fun frights.

Or hunker down to
roast marshmallows
all through the night.

Why don't we plan a big, fun,
and music-filled sleepover?

- A sleepover?

Yeah!

- We could invite
the whole gang.

- Yes.

- And do run throughs
of the performances

we want to do in the
Halloween dance-off.

- Absolutely.

Think the gang will go for it?

- There's only one
way to find out.

We'll ask around.

- Sweet.

Lil Fangs and Lil Woof
are in my gym class next.

I'll invite them.

- Okay.

And the rest of the gang
are in my history class.

I'm headed there now.

- We could meet on the
playground after school

and see who's in or who's out.

- Sounds good.

What a day this
has been, Lil Rags.

- And it's only getting
better, Lil Jackie.

- True that.

Good luck with Lil
Fangs and Lil Woof.

- The proper term
is break a leg.

- Oh, right.

At least you're
already bandaged for it.

- Thanks for inviting us to
your sleepover, Lil Jackie.

- Yeah, what a fun activity
on this night of all nights.

Mischief Night.

- No worries, guys.

Lil Rags and I were talking

about our surprise
dance auditions today

and we thought it'd
be fun to get together

in a big sleepover
and do more planning.

- We're glad you
could all make it.

- Are you kidding?

We wouldn't miss it.

- That's right.

All of us together
on Mischief Night?

What could be better than that?

- I can only think of one thing.

You can?

- What's that, Lil Fangs?

- Telling our favorite
Halloween stories.

- Whoa, that would be fun.

- Uh, could we make sure the
windows are locked first?

It can get spooky in here.

- Okay, Lil Stitches.

We'll make sure we're
locked up tight.

- Who wants to go first?

- How about Lil Fangs?

It was his idea.

- Yeah, let's hear
one, Lil Fangs.

- Very well then.

Once upon a time, when I
was just a wee vampire,

I heard a loud scratching
on my coffin lid.

Oh no.

What'd you do, Lil Fangs?

- Well, I froze for a moment.

I wasn't sure if I
should open the lid.

- Are you kidding?

I'd have padlocked
it from the inside.

- Yeah, scratching
on a coffin lid

in the middle of the night?

Uh uh, no way.

- It was actually the
middle of the day, Jackie.

- Oh, right.

You're a lil vampire.

Day is night and night is day.

Gotcha.

- Right, so anyway, I finally
decided to open my coffin

and see what was making
that terrible racket

while I was trying
so hard to sleep.

- Who was it, Fangs?

Who was doing the scratching?

- Fluffy.

- Fluffy?

- Yes, Fluffy, our pet cat.

She loved to curl up with
me in my cozy coffin bed.

- Oh, that makes sense.

Kitties are so cuddly.

- And they love a warm bed.

- Or coffin.

- What about you, Lil Charm?

You're a witch, you must have
a black cat story or two.

- I do indeed.

But I'd rather
tell a broom story.

- A broom story?

I'm all ear and brains.

- I see that, Lil Brains.

So one Halloween, I
was flying my broom

over the countryside, watching
all the trick-or-treaters,

and I came upon a
lonely farmhouse

sitting all alone on a hilltop.

- Oh, poor farmhouse.

- It's just a figure
of speech, Lil Boo.

Houses don't get lonely.

- Oh, right.

- So I landed and
then a little old lady

who was having a terrible
time cleaning up a mess

after a stray wolf
got into her pantry.

- Blame the wolf.

I see how it is.

- What did you do, Lil Charm?

Did you help the old lady?

- I did.

I hopped off my broom

and used it to help sweep
up her pantry floor.

Then we put all the
stuff back in its crates.

She was so thankful, she
baked me a homemade cherry pie

to take home with me.

- Wow.

That story had a
nice happy ending.

- It sure did.

I wonder if they ever
caught that wolf.

- You would.

But I can tell ya, they
never catch the wolf

'cause wolves are too
smart to get caught.

How 'bout that?

- Sounds like you
have a Halloween story
to tell, Lil Woof.

- I might.

Halloween's given me some
of my favorite memories.

Like this one time, I
was huffing and puffing,

trying my best to
blow this house down.

- Gee, I wonder why
you were suspected

of breaking into that
old lady's pantry.

- Anyway, if you
listen, I'll finish.

I was helping the
farmer raze his barn

so he could build a bigger one
to hold more cows and pigs.

- How nice of you, Lil Woof.

- See what I mean?

Us wolves ain't all bad.

When I finally took
a deep enough breath

and did blow his house down,

he gave me all the Halloween
candy I could carry.

- No way!

- Yes way.

And boy, was that barn
stocked up with candy.

I was the most popular
wolf in my den that year,

let me tell you what.

- Wow, I bet.

- What about you, Lil Rags?

Any fun Halloween tales?

- I have a few.

Like this one time, I
was trick-or-treating
downtown and...

- Whoa, trick-or-treating
downtown?

My mom won't let me do that.

- There was a big group of us.

- Oh, that must
have been so fun.

- It was.

Anyway, we trick-or-treated
at the hospital

and wouldn't you know it, the
nurses thought I was a patient

who wandered out of
his room upstairs.

- Ha, get out!

- What happened?

- They whisked me off to a
room and threw me in a bed.

Then some doctor came
in and scolded me,

like "Young man, don't you
ever give me that again.

"You could hurt
yourself even worse."

- That's crazy.

- We got it sorted out and when
they realized their mistake,

they took me back downstairs

and let me and all my friends
raid their candy bowls.

- That's awesome.

Gosh, if we find ourselves
in the right places,

us lil monsters can really
clean up on Halloween.

- Greetings, lil monsters

and creatures of
all walks and limbs.

I bid you welcome.

I hope that you are ready for
another fun-filled evening

of footwork and wing flapping.

For today is the day
we've all awaited,

the annual Halloween
dance-off is upon us!

Without further ado, let me
present our first contestants.

If you enjoy night stalking,

you might know their footprints.

All the way from dark shadows,
Lil Rags and Lil Brains.

- Hey, Fritz, give me
a vanilla double scoop,

sprinkled with candy corn.

- I'm all out of candy
corn, Lil Woof, sorry.

- What?

All out of candy corn?

But today's Halloween.

Who runs outta candy
corn on Halloween,

for howlin' out loud?

- Well, I guess I do.

- It's okay, Lil Woof.

Try a saltwater taffy
sprinkles instead.

They're yummy.

- Oops, just ran
out of taffy too.

- You ran out of
taffy on Halloween?

Oh boy.

- Very nice, you two.

Where in the night did you learn
such dance synchronization?

Uh, what?

What's
the sink-running nation?

I bet their
water bill's sky high.

- Nice job, you two.

Everybody give them a hand.

Give them a wing!

What talent.

- Okay.

Let's see, I got it.

Let me have a large
cup of Carnivore Berry

with chocolate drizzle on top.

- I don't carry Carnivore
Berry, Lil Woof.

- You don't carry
Carnivore Berry?

Oh no!

I was looking forward to
Carnivore Berry this Halloween.

- Hey, Lil Woof, we're next.

- All right, next up we
have an unlikely duo.

One savage from the deep woods.

You may have heard him howling
at the moon last Wednesday.

And the other, a lil cutie
from the pumpkin patch.

The pumpkin patch right
over there actually.

We've all watched her grow
up from a lil seed sprout.

Give a blood warm welcome

to two of our local
honor students,

Lil Jackie and Lil Woof.

- You don't carry
Blood Orange ice pops?

Any ice cream truck
worth its chocolate

carries Blood Orange ice pops.

- Lil Woof.

- I come here for ice
cream every Halloween.

And I've always gotten
Blood Orange ice pops.

I want a Blood Orange ice pop.

- What about some
chocolate candy corn?

- No!

I want a Blood Orange ice pop.

- Lil Woof.

- What, Boo?

- They just announced
your name on stage.

You're up.

- Oh.

Uh, I'll be back.

I hope you have some
eyeballs gummies.

- Sorry about that, Fritz.

He loves his ice cream.

Temper on that wolf.

- For a minute, I was starting
to think you got cold feet.

- Me, cold feet?

Pfft, my feet are
always warm and fuzzy.

- Hit the music!

- Look at 'em up
there, Lil Brains.

You know, I've known
Jackie all my life

and I never knew she
could dance like that.

- Well, I knew Lil
Woof could move.

You oughta see him chase his
rabbit bells in the woods.

Whoo-ee, what a sight.

- I can imagine.

I dressed up like
a wolf one year

but I sure didn't
have wolf speed.

- Wait, you mean you
were born a lil witch

but you still dressed
up for Halloween?

- I always dress
up for Halloween.

I was gonna be Bigfoot this year

but we ended up entering
this dance-off instead.

- You mean you
dress up every year?

- Yep, every single one.

- Wow, what are some of
your favorite costumes?

- Hmm, let's see.

I went as an angel one time.

A witch
dressed as an angel?

Priceless.

- One year, I was a cat.

- Black one, of course.

- Yep.

Once, I was a princess.

- Really?

Oh, that's cute.

- And last year,
I was a wet mop.

- A wet mop?

- Yeah.

I just dumped a bucket
of water over my head

and held onto my broom.

- Wow, that's genius.

- How about that?

Let 'em hear it, everybody.

Have you ever seen a no
hands cartwheel like that?

I haven't.

Let's have a word with
the two dancers, shall we?

Where did you lil monsters
learn to get down like that?

How did you develop
such great chemistry?

- Well, we had a sleepover
at my house on Mischief Night

and we practiced some steps.

- A sleepover on Mischief Night.

Incredible!

Some performers take years

to achieve that
kind of chemistry.

- I'm a dog of prey.

I'm naturally physical
and very communicative.

- Clearly.

You know I absolutely love
transforming into a wolf

on Halloween or any other
time, for that matter.

- A pumpkin too?

- That goes without saying.

Pumpkins are what
Halloween is all about.

- It sounds like Jackie
and Woof knocked 'em dead.

You think I oughta
practice my moves

before I take the
stage, Lil Brains?

- Right here, with me?

We're not even a team, we're
competing against each other.

- Duh.

I know, silly.

But we're still friends.

We can still have
fun dancing together.

- Won't that be giving
away your ideas, Lil Charm?

What if someone sees and
then goes up and copies you?

And then later when
it's your turn,

it looks like
you're copying them.

- I don't need to run
through my stage dance

if you don't think
it's a good idea.

We can just dance to limber up.

- Uh, limber up?

What's that?

- It's when we warm
up for an exercise.

Like dancing, silly.

- Oh, I knew that.

My name is Lil Brains
but I'm very smart.

- Uh huh.

Sure you did.

Okay, I'll start.

You ready?

- Ready as I'll ever be.

- Okay, here goes.

What do you think, Lil Brains?

Do I have the moves?

- I'll say.

My back's getting stiff
just watching you.

- Don't just stand
there like a zombie.

Give me something to work with.

Come on, dance.

- Okay, okay, let
me limber up first.

- Go, Lil Brains.

Go, Lil Brains, go!

- Okay, I'm going.

Going, going, gone.

- Lil Brains, why didn't
you do that on stage?

- It's just a little
something I do

for fun around the crypt.

- Wow.

- All right, Fritz, I've
done my dancing for the day.

Now I want some ice cream.

- Well, that's why I'm here

in this ice cream
truck, Lil Woof.

Pick your treat.

- How about Blood
Orange ice pop?

- Lil Woof, I don't
have Blood Orange pop.

- How about a cup of plain
old vanilla, Lil Woof?

There's always vanilla.

- Vanilla?

I don't eat no yucky vanilla.

- Come on, Lil Woof.

Why don't I sprinkle some
doggy biscuits on top,

give it some flash?

- Doggy biscuits?

Did you say doggy biscuits?

What do I look like,
a German Shepherd?

I'm a wolf, a werewolf.

Unbelievable, I'm telling
ya, I get no respect.

- Let's hear it for
Chicky Peep, everybody.

Chicky Peep.

How fleet of foot,
such a fluttering wing.

Now that was a clucking
incredible performance.

A chick of few words, I see.

But that's okay.

It keeps our show
moving along nicely.

Nobody likes a long-winded bird.

Up next, we have quite
a surprising entrant.

This lil lady is
usually found underfoot

and what a sting she
delivers when we step down.

Who knew she could boogie too?

All the way from her ant hill
on the prairie highlands,

it's my pleasure to introduce
to you the lovely Olive.

Come on up here and show
us what you've got, Olive.

- Okay, I think I'm ready.

It's crazy how nervous I get

whenever it's time
to go on stage.

- I thought lil witches liked
being the center of attention.

- Not this lil witch.

I'm just a shy girl at heart.

- Aw, that's sweet, Lil Charm.

I bet you're gonna be great.

- Thank you.

That's very sweet.

- Well, don't be
nervous, Lil Charm.

Think happy thoughts.

- Right.

Happy thoughts.

Smiling judges, high scores,

everybody happy,
clapping, cheering for me.

Yes!

- That's the spirit, Lil Charm.

- Well, well.

That performance was red hot.

Pun intended.

Such leg coordination

and those synchronized antenna
moves, simply dazzling.

Where in the world did you
develop such talent, Olive?

Olive?

Well, it appears
as though lil Olive

has a bad case of stage fright.

It happens to the best of us.

Well, not to me.

I only give frights,

I never receive.

You get the idea, yes?

Next up, we have a
rather intriguing duo

from right here in our town.

Please give a gushing welcome
to Lil Boo and Lil Charm, yes.

- Hey, it's your turn.

You're up, Lil Charm.

- Oh boy.

What did I get myself into?

I'm no dancer.

- Sure you are.

Look at me, I'm stiff as a
board and I got up there.

- But you also have some
natural rhythm and ability.

All I do is ride a broom
around and practice my cackle.

- Then use those things.

Play to your
strengths, Lil Charm.

- Good idea, Lil Brains.

- Don't worry, you'll be fine.

Come on, I'll walk
you to the stage.

Lil Boo's probably worried
you're gonna run out on him.

- Okay, okay.

Let's go before I lose my nerve.

- Lil Fangs, I
have some bad news.

- Bad news?

What do you mean, bad news?

They haven't judged
the competition yet.

The Halloween dance-off
is still underway.

You could still win, Rags.

- No, no, it's not that.

It's Lil Stitches.

- Little Stitches?

What about him?

- He's gone.

- Gone?

But Stitches and I are
performing together.

If he's gone, then I
have no dance partner

and no chance of
achieving my dream

of winning the
Halloween dance-off.

- I know, Fangs,

but they just saw Stitches
running down the street.

He said he couldn't
stand the pressure

and was going back home.

I'm sorry, Fangs.

- It's okay, Rags.

Thank you for telling me.

- What are you gonna do?

- The only thing I can do, Rags.

I'm gonna go get Stitches
and bring him back.

- Do you need help?

I've already danced,
I can come with you.

- No, I don't want to spook him.

Stitches can be real
sensitive, you know?

- Yeah, I know.

He once locked himself
in the laboratory

for a whole afternoon after
we were playing a game

and he couldn't reach the
blue circle with his foot.

- That sounds like Lil Stitches.

I'm gonna go home and
see if he's there.

If I'm not back by stage time,

you and the lil gang try
and stall Dracula, okay?

- Okay, good luck, Lil Fangs.

- Thanks, Lil Rags,
I'm gonna need it.

- Where's your dance
partner, little monster?

- I don't know, Drac.

She was supposed to be here.

- Do you have anyone who can
be a last minute replacement?

I'd hate to have
to disqualify you.

Here I am!

Sorry I straggled.

- Phew, I was starting to think
you abandoned me, Lil Charm.

- And so was I.

In 172 Halloween dance-offs,

I've never had to disqualify
a single competitor.

It would have been a
shame to start now.

- Totally.

Well, looks like we're all set.

Yep.

- On that note, take
it away, lil dancers.

- Let's do this.

And a one, a two, a
one, two, three, four.

What in the
world was I thinking?

I can't dance.

I don't even wanna dance.

I'm a Frankenstein
monster, I stand ominously.

I glow.

I lumber.

It's just not worth it.

- There you are, Lil Stitches.

What's going on?

Why did you leave
without saying anything?

- I'm sorry, Lil Fangs.

I didn't want to embarrass you

or ruin your shot
in the dance-off.

So I thought it'd be
best if I just snuck out.

- But you are my
partner, Stitches.

You should have said something.

- I know, I know.

But I just couldn't
bring myself to face you.

- Oh, Stitches,
we're buddies, pals.

We've been through
thick and thin.

If you need a shoulder to
lean on, I'm always here.

- But I'd smash you, Fangs.

I don't know my own
strength, remember?

- Oh, right.

There's that.

- So I just went along with
the whole dancing thing

because you wanted to win

the Halloween dance-off
competition so bad, Lil Fangs.

I never thought that I could
impress anybody by dancing.

Heck, I'd probably
scare 'em all away,

just like I used to
do in nursery school.

- Nursery school was a
long time ago, Stitches.

- It was last year.

- Oh yeah.

My sense of time's
been all messed up

ever since I turned 100.

- That's understandable.

Our brains can
only hold so much.

Well, and I should know.

I've had three
brain transplants.

- But three brain
transplants can hold a lot

of dance knowledge, Stitches.

Are you sure you don't have
some moves in you somewhere?

Just enough to get us
through one performance?

Why don't you tell me?

I'll show you what I can do

and you let me know
if you still want me

to be your partner
in the dance-off.

Deal?

- Deal.

- Be honest.

- I will.

- Okay.

Here goes.

- Don't sing it, bring it.

- Don't worry,

you definitely don't wanna
hear my singing voice.

- Whoa.

- Hey, looks like we made it
just in time, Little Stitches.

I think these guys are the last
performers before we go on.

Then it's our turn to
show 'em what we've got.

- Great.

I hope you're right
about this, Lil Fangs.

And I hope I don't let you down.

- Trust me, buddy.

Besides, we're only dancing.

What can go wrong?

- There you are, Lil Fangs.

Where have you been
hiding, my boy?

- I wasn't hiding.

I've been here the
whole time, Pop.

- Pop?

Wait, but you mean
Dracula's your dad?

- Shh, don't say that
too loudly, Lil Stitches.

It's a secret.

- I'll say.

I've known you my whole
life and I never knew.

- Listen, we have to
keep it hush hush,

especially since I'm
competing on stage today.

- Indeed.

If the judges find out, my Lil
Fangs risks disqualification

before he even
steps foot on stage.

- So then, is the
Halloween dance-off fixed?

Are you gonna win just
for dancing, Lil Fangs,

because your dad's the host?

- Are you kidding?

No, Pop doesn't give me anything

I don't work my fangs off for.

- That's right, my boy has
to work like everybody else

to achieve his goals.

In fact, he must work even
harder to prove himself.

- See what I mean?

- I've never even publicly
revealed that we are related,

although the resemblance
is rather striking,

don't you think, Lil Stitches?

Such a handsome lil
vampire my Fangs is.

- I don't believe it,
this blows my mind!

I'm gonna need a
fourth brain transplant

after learning this.

- Four brain transplants?

Ouch.

- This is crazy.

It's like if I competed
in the school science fair

with my dad, Dr. Frankenstein.

Talk about an unfair advantage.

- Tell your dad I
said hello, Stitches.

- Will do, Count.

- From one horror
icon to another.

- Hey, look, Pop.

I think the dancers
are wrapping up.

- Ah, yes, time to
go to work, boys.

I need some Blood Orange
tea when the show's over.

I think I'm starting
to lose my voice.

- We'll try to be
quick about it.

- Yes, please.

Break a leg up there, boys.

And if it bleeds, you
know who to call first.

- Gotcha.

- Gimme a break, Dad.

- Splendid, simply
splendid, both of you.

What a crop of
choreographed contestants

we've had this year.

Oh, just outstanding.

And now without any further ado,

here's an amazingly talented
duo from beyond the grave.

Utterly spectacular, I tell you.

- I thought we were
gonna be low key.

What's your dad
doing, Lil Fangs?

- Shh, Stitches, he's
not my dad, remember?

- Oh, okay.

That vampire up there who
looks exactly like you?

I don't need any more
pressure on me for this, okay?

I'm already so nervous,

I feel like my bolts are
gonna just rattle right out.

- Relax, Stitches, just
breathe and follow my lead.

Everything will be just fine.

- Famous last words.

- Here they are in the flesh.

And what interesting colors
these flesh tones are.

Lil Stitches and Lil Fangs!

- Woo hoo!

Go get 'em, guys.

- Knock 'em dead.

- Whoa, what moves
that Lil Stitches has.

Who knew?

- Not me.

You know, these guys could
run away with this contest.

They could win it all.

- You think so?

Oh, I'd be so happy
for them, Rags.

- What about you?

Don't you want the
judges to pick you?

Don't you wanna win?

- Meh, winning's overrated.

This whole week's
been super fun.

Planning, practicing, and
rehearsing with my friends.

That's the best.

It's the experiences that count.

Did you say Count?

You did
it, Stitches, you did it.

We did it, Fangs.

My goodness, my
medallion is.

What a performance!

These two are gonna
be a comeback to
beat, let me tell you.

Yes.

I understand the
judges' tallies are in.

That's record time,
ladies and gentlemen

and lil monsters alike.

We have a winner!

- Yikes!

I did my best.

Good luck, Fangs.

- Break a leg, Stitches.

It's bad luck to say good luck.

Oh, right.

- And the winner

of the 2019 Halloween
dance-off competition is

Mittens!

Mittens?

Oh, you're mittens?

- I don't remember seeing
that reindeer dance.

- Me neither.

- I don't believe
what I'm seeing.

Was the Halloween
dance-off just won

by a Christmas reindeer?

- I don't seem to remember
seeing you dance, lil reindeer,

nor do any of our audience
members here today.

Would you care to
refresh our memories?