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(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

(SNARLS)

(LAUGHS)

MECHANIZED VOICE: Sudoku.

Ah... Ah... Sudoku.

Ah... Ah...

Oh, electric sudoku puzzle game,

you're the only thing that can calm my sensitive nerves.

My security blanket.

-My shoulder... -(GROWLING)

(METALLIC RATTLING)

-(BEEPING) -Domo arigato, Mr. Sudoku.

Truly, truly, most prized possession.

What?

Who? Ahhh!

Sudoku-kun.

-(FOOTSTEPS THUMPING) -(CREAKS)

Mmm? Oh, hey, Mr. Painting.

Just hanging around, huh?

(CHUCKLING) Hanging around.

(LAUGHS) That's rich.

(GASPS)

My bone ran away.

You too, Harold.

What is going on around here?

I wonder if Bunnicula knows.

(LIPS SMACKING)

Hey, Bunnicula, have you noticed all the mysterious thievery?

It's like there's a constant presence, watching us

taking things we like.

Tell me I'm not being irrational.

(SPEAKING GIBBERISH)

(GROANS)

He's on the trail.

Hmm...

MINA: Bun-bun.

What are you doing in this part of the building?

(LOCKS OPENING)

(KEYS RATTLING)

-(HUMMING) -Oh! I...

Sorry, sir.

Eh.

That strange little man.

(HUMMING)

Hey, Dad, do you know anything about that guy living in Apartment 13?

Oh, yes.

That's Mr. Molesbee, one of our oldest and most reliable tenants.

Why? You weren't bothering him, were you?

No, I just ran into him while looking for my missing phone.

It weirdly disappeared the other day.

Well, I hope you can find it, Mina.

I can't be buying new phones all the time

like some Hollywood bigshot.

Times are tough, you know.

Is that why we're eating cereal for dinner?

(SLURPING AND CHOKING)

Stay away from Apartment 13, Mina.

Beware!

Beware!

But, yeah. Don't go to Apartment 13.

Uh... I wasn't gonna.

So, you're saying this Mr. Molesbee guy is behind all our stuff disappearing?

Mmm-hmm.

Well, I'd say that's reason to enter a man's private residency.

'Cause Chester-san wants his sudoku back!

Bunnicula!

Mmm, gross.

(SPEAKING GIBBERISH)

It's, uh, little darker and, uh, mustier than I thought it would be.

It smells like almonds and soap.

(SPEAKING GIBBERISH)

Oh. Huh?

What do we have here?

Cans of earthworms?

I fear what I don't understand.

Oh, wow! Check this out, you guys.

It's an old dollhouse.

It looks just like the Orlock building.

And look, there's even little figures of us.

Ooh, I'm grumpy Chester, because I live in the toilet.

And I'm Harold, think I'll chill up here on the roof,

and gaze at the stars.

Am I the only one who's incredibly unnerved by all this?

(MUMBLES)

Hey, you know, what's really scary?

Check out how huge this old book is.

CHESTER: It's a record of the Orlock's history.

Everyone who's ever lived here must be documented.

We can finally know who Mr. Molesbee really is.

Let's see.

(SOFTLY) Here, apartment number 13...

Wait... This, this can't be right.

1833?

How could this guy have lived here for almost 200 years?

(BUNNICULA SPEAKING GIBBERISH)

HAROLD: Yeah, you'd think he'd be worm food by now.

That's not funny. (GASPS)

-(DOOR CREAKING) -Scatter!

(MUMBLING)

(WHIMPERING)

(GASPING)

All right, trespassers, reveal yourselves.

Desk, table, chandelier. Front and center.

That's right.

There's no hiding from Mr. Molesbee.

Shame, shame, and shame.

You're all shamed.

Uh, are we in trouble for breaking into your creepy apartment?

Yes.

We only came in here because I our stuff went missing.

Wait a minute.

How are you understanding us right now?

You're a human.

They're unto us. What do we do?

This has never happened before.

Quiet! Quiet!

Uh, is there something wrong?

No turning back now.

Well, Mr. Curious Cat,

you ought to know by now that things are never what they seem.

(GASPS)

Uh, wait.

Moles? Seriously, we're being antagonized by moles?

What is this?

(SPEAKING GIBBERISH)

Well, if it isn't our old chum, Bunnicula.

Yes, you were there when it all happened, weren't you?

On the day of reckoning...

(TRANSYLVANIAN ACCENT) Ah, my dear Bunnicula,

won't it be grand to have out new summer home?

-Uh-huh. -(LAUGHS) Blah.

What incarnation is all that rigmarole?

-Papa, I'm frightened. -Quiet, you.

It's probably just another storm.

Yeah, eat your earthworm.

That goes for the rest of you.

Here, Bunnicula, would you like to break ground? Blah.

(SPEAKING GIBBERISH)

-(THUDDING) -(ALL GASP)

-(ALL SCREAMING) -Badgers!

(SPEAKING GIBBERISH)

-(ALL SCREAMING) -Go, go, go, go!

(CRASHES)

MOLE: Homeless, poor and full of rage,

we took it upon ourselves to collect the first of many entitlements, a disguise.

Together, we assumed the identity of one Mr. Molesbee.

Our ancestors thought it to be a clever name,

because it had the word "mole" in it.

And no one ever caught on to our brilliant ruse,

until today.

(SPEAKING GIBBERISH)

Look, not that we don't appreciate the history lesson,

but could I just have my electronic sudoku puzzle game back?

'Fraid not. We already hawked it at the pawn shop for some cold hard cash.

BOTH: Hello, Mr. Lincoln.

Hey, that was mine!

Nothing is anybody's.

We live in a world of finders-keepers.

You got to do whatever you can to survive.

That's why we keep track of everyone in the building

so we can sneak up and take whatever we can sell for rent money.

The... Hey! What the...

All right, which one of you chewed up tenant number seven?

(SPITTING OUT)

I got bored during your story.

Argh, but no matter, in time we will accumulate enough wealth

to buy off the whole building.

And reclaim our homeland.

Get away from me.

(GROANING)

Guys, they're hostile.

Well, if it's a fight they want,

it's a fight they'll get.

Come on, boys, just like we rehearsed,

activate defensive formation.

(SPEAKING GIBBERISH)

(GROANS)

(GRUNTING)

(YELLING)

Ow!

(METALLIC CLANKING)

They're malevolent moles.

(CLANKING)

Yeah, they're fighting pretty rough.

(SPEAKING GIBBERISH)

(GRUNTING)

(YELLS)

-(PANTS) -(LAUGHING)

(GRUNTING)

(SHOUTING)

Ow.

Huh?

(PANTING)

-They're getting away! -They'll expose our secret.

Hush and shush.

They can't hide from us.

(PANTING)

I think we lost 'em.

(SCREAMS)

(PANTING)

(GROWLING)

(SCREAMS)

(SCREAMING)

(PANTING)

Save us.

Save us, you fools!

(GROANING) Harold, help!

Wow!

You really can gaze at the stars from up here.

(STRAINING) I can't hold on much longer.

(SCREAMING)

-(THUDDING) -(GROANING)

Hey, that's our skin suit.

Give it back!

-Give it back! -ALL: Give it.

Oh, stop it.

Look, just take it easy with the whole taking over the building thing.

Some nice people live here.

And stop stealing from us.

Mina's apartment is now off-limits.

If you must, go to the guy in number eight.

He's always playing his music too loud anyway.

Oh, yeah, we hate that guy.

-Lousy rap music. -Boy, I'll say.

-Can't argue with that. -I'm more partial to trip-hop myself.

So, are we agreed?

-Fine! -(ALL GRUNT)

All right, here you go, you little klepto-freaks.

MOLES: Yay!

Wow, you guys, all I got to say is...

Holy moly!

We find that expression extremely offensive.

Shame on you again.

Ooh.

-Mr. Molesbee, fine day today! -Eh.

(SNIFFING)

Ah, now I don't have to feel guilty for splurging at the pawn shop.

Oh, cool. What did you get?

This nifty sudoku game.

(GASPS)

MECHANIZED VOICE: Sudoku. Ah... Ah...

(LAUGHS) Okay, then.

And look, a practically new phone for you.

What! Thanks, Dad.

Huh, it even has my name on it.

Written in my own handwriting.

I fear what I don't understand.

Also, I went to the market on the way home.

We've upgraded to Store Brand.

Dad, I think I need more vegetables.

I know, but I don't know what keeps happening to them!

Huh? (CHUCKLES)