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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?