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♪ Magic is real here

♪ Far away from home

♪ Anything can happen

♪ When witches make the rules

♪ Monsters are cool

♪ The moon is our friend

♪ I wanna stay with you

♪ On Summer Camp Island

How's the hot chocolate, Pepper?

-Full of marshmallows. -Hey, Alexa?

Why don't you tell us about the time

Oscar snorted soda out his nose?

Well...

Uh, hey, Hedgehog? Tell us a ghost story.

Oh. Uh...

-Yeah, tell us a ghost story! -Yeah!

Uh... let's do something else.

All: Aw!

What? Why not?

Some of the campers might not be emotionally

capable of handling a ghost story.

Who? We're all old enough.

Wait. Are you talking about Pepper?

Pepper, go to bed! -Okay!

I'm talking about you, Oscar!

-Wha? -When you get scared,

you turn one fear into another, into another.

It's impressive, actually.

But it's a tunnel of terror.

Remember last Halloween when my costume made you cry?

[ Laughter ]

That was a long time ago.

And I can handle bumblebees now.

If everyone else can.

What's happening?

You forgot to turn it on.

Oh.

Ah!

[ Laughter ]

The point is, I can handle it.

Okay.

You guys want to hear a ghost story?

-Yeah! -Whoo!

There's a ghost that lives in your toothpaste tubes!

[ Yawns ]

I'm going to bed.

Sorry, Oscar, if I'm scaring you.

I'm not going to bed because I'm scared.

I'm just tired. [ Yawns ]

Oscar?

Your heart is beating super fast.

[ Chuckles ] No, it's not.

To prove I'm not scared...

I'm gonna brush my teeth!

With toothpaste.

Hup!

Okay, my turn!

This is a story about a ghost that lives in...

your hot chocolate packets.

Isn't this just like my story, except with hot chocolate?

Oh, uh...

I mean, it was 17 ghosts!

All: Oooh.

[ Panting ]

So, this crazy thing...

I was brushing my teeth and a toothpaste ghost came out!

Not a big deal. But we should probably run.

Not scared. Just concerned.

See, I told you you couldn't handle a ghost story.

You have an overactive imagination, Oscar.

No, it's real, I swear!

I made that story up.

[ Whimpers ]

Oscar, what are you doing?

The ghost said that it would come find me and squeeze me.

Ah! Ahh!

Squeeze from the bottom!

-Aah! -Run!

But it can't be real.

You'll never outrun me.

You're just a bunch of rotten teeth with feet!

Hey, our teeth are fine!

You never brush for the full two minutes.

One minute seems sufficient!

Why does everyone say that?

Oooooohhhh.

If you think I'm scary,

you should check out a pamphlet on gingivitis!

Take that!

Oooooohhhh. Cavities!

No!

Ooooh, forget this!

That can't have come from your toothpaste, Oscar.

There must be some other explanation.

No, it definitely did.

Just like how you described it.

Look, I'll prove it.

Oscar, grab the soda can.

Just to be safe.

Shake it and get ready to spray.

Ready? -Yeah, ready.

Gingivitis!

My ghost. It's real!

Oscar!

Yeah. Right, right.

No! Cavities!

Oof. That was scary.

I need a drink.

No, wait!

-Huh? -Cocoa! Marshmallows!

-Ahhh! -Whipped cream!

Both: Safety in numbers.

All: Drink us!

Drink us!

Stay out of my body! It's a sacred temple!

[ Whimpers ]

Oscar, watch out!

Oooooohhh. No!

Oscar, come on, you got to run!

I'm trying, but I'm frozen with fear!

I know you're scared, but we need to get out of here.

But I can't stop thinking about all the scary stuff

that could exist in the world!

Like what if there was a ghost made out of toast

who has to be the most handsomest

in the room at all times?!

And who makes your parents unable to find you

if you get lost and he eats kids for dinner!

Ooh, Mama, I'm good lookin'!

Toasty hot!

-See? -Run!

Don't run from my handsomeness.

Hedgehog, over here!

-Marshmallows! -Decay!

Thanks, Hedgehog.

Look at my face!

All: Aaah!

Stop snuggling and help me block the door!

Okay!

Toast Ghost: All my handsomest rivals must be digested!

Who do you think he's talking about?

Well, based on handsomeness, it must be me.

-Oscar! -Coming!

Oscar, watch out!

What?

-Guys! -Sorry, Oscar.

Um, this thing's a ways off from the door, don't you think?

Yikes!

Excuse me. Whoops!

I guess we're toast food.

I'm sorry, everyone.

Where's Pepper and Alexa?

Ahh!

Ghosts: Scary dance!

Yo, girl, that's the scariest dance I've ever seen, no lie!

They're out there by themselves.

Oh, my gosh!

I'm hot!

That door's gonna burst open any second!

Chair: Not if I can help it!

For the children!

Aaaaaaah!

Hup-hup! Ah-ha! Oh, my spine!

Whoa! Good job, Madam Chair Person.

If only I hadn't said this ghost eats children!

Well, at least, you didn't say it could walk through walls,

because ghosts normally do that, right?

You're right, it could have been way worse.

I could just imagine it...

Don't go back to that well of fear, Oscar!

A well of fear!

Oh, what a vivid image!

I'm sorry, I can't stop!

I've gone too deep!

All I can think of is a giant ghost

made of books with pencil sharpener hands!

Oscar, no!

You're gonna make another ghost!

And it's gonna scold us for not reading enough

and then it's gonna paper cut our eyeballs!

-Oscar! -And eat us!

Sorry!

Hmm. No book ghost.

How come it didn't appear?

-The fire. -What?

Fire is life.

It's neither good nor evil.

It creates or destroys,

depending on the intent of its users.

Right!

We were saying stories into the fire.

That's what brought Toast Ghost to life.

My dearest children, I think the Toast Ghost is gone.

The chair's right.

-Do y'all know that chair? -No.

I care so much about you sprouts!

I would never let anyone eat you.

Ragh! It's a kid meat buffet!

All: Aaaahhh!

Okay, have fun, you guys.

Alien, wait!

Look out.

-Ragh! -Aaaaah!

No!

Oscar, told you I was the handsomest!

Ahh!

Happy thoughts, happy thoughts.

Unicorns, rainbows.

I'll s-save you, buddy!

Don't worry, I'm falling out

his back bread hole! -Ragh!

You have to save the camp, Oscar!

She's right.

What? Why?

You have the most overactive imagination.

But instead of thinking about the worst thing

that could happen, think about the best.

Think happy thoughts.

You mean the kind of thoughts that I can't feel

in my current state of paralyzing fear?

Precisely, Oscar.

You must speak happy imaginings into the fire

and create a balance of forces on the island.

I'm scared, Oliver!

No one can give you fear but yourself.

Okay, I get it. You're wise.

All: Go do it, Oscar!

Aaaaah!

We'll keep the toast distracted!

Okay.

What are you doing?

Can you fly me to the fire, please?

Okay.

Thank you. Aaaah!

Happy thoughts, happy thoughts!

Too scared! Can't do it!

Down the hatch!

Don't be scared, Oscar!

What? Say it again?

Fear is in your mind!

Father is a mime?

This is serious, Hedgehog!

I can't lose you!

All: Aw!

I got loose in the cow?

Hang on, Hedgehog! I got you!

Okay, nice things...

Uh, there once was a ghost who loves opening doors for people?

And he always cuts the crust off of sandwiches.

Whoa!

He rescues lost puppies!

Pajamas!

He lets you wear pajamas all day

and never forget your birthday!

He takes your glasses off when you're about to fall asleep

so they don't smoosh your face!

Love ya, babe!

Agh, take my picture!

Hi, Oscar!

And he always saves my best friend!

I'll save you.

Whoo!

Uh-oh. Uh-oh.

Aaaa!

He's, uh, very resilient to body slams!

He keeps getting, uh, slammed until his enemies get so tired,

they collapse from delivering so much punishment.

And the sight of Toast Ghost

collapsing makes all other ghosts sleepy, too!

Oooh!

[ Ghosts snoring ] -Whew!

It worked!

You did it, Oscar!

Oh, yeah, and he always helps clean up a campsite

that's been destroyed by ghosts.

Good call.

-It's so peaceful now. -I know.

What are we gonna do when they wake up?

Uhh, yeah.

That's a good question.

Huh? Huh?

-What? -That's weird.

You dummies.

♪♪

♪♪

For the children! Aaaaaaah!