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[eerie music]
* [footsteps]

[rustling sounds]

[eerie music]
*

Okay, Ben.

Your parents wanted you
in bed by 10:00.

No way.

I'm not going to bed.

I saw a monster outside
my window last night.

Aren't you a little old

to still believe
in monsters?

It was big and ugly,

and it had warts
all over its face.

You have been watching
too many scary movies.

Whatever.

But I'm still not going
to bed.

All right. I will
prove to you

that there are no monsters
in your room.

I'm not going in there.

Ben, there's nothing
in here.

Well, there's nothing
over here.

There's nothing
under the bed.

Looks like the monster
took the night off.

[gasps]

Molly?

[glass shattering]

Ah!!!

[loud roar]

[loud roar]

Help!

[snarling and growling]

Ahhhhh!!!!!

Oh, he's history now!

So am I.
I'm out of here.

[screaming on screen]

Where are you going?

[loud roars]

Ahhhhh!!!!!

Thanks a lot, Gilbert.

Now I have to go back again
to see how it ends.

How can you stand movies
like that?

Getting scared is what makes
horror movies fun.

It's not fun for me.

Come on, Gil.
Halloween's on Sunday.

How are you going
to enjoy it

if you don't like
being scared?

Marsh, I don't need to be
scared to enjoy it.

The Halloween carnival
isn't scary.

That's because you never do
the haunted houses.

And last year you spent
the entire night

just dumping money on
that stupid ring toss game.

I was trying to win
the purple-eyed panda.

Seriously.

Why are you so obsessed

with that purple-eyed
panda anyway?

Okay.

Five years ago, I won one
while we were on vacation,

but it wouldn't fit
in the car

so we had to
leave it behind.

It was the biggest tragedy
of my childhood.

But this year,

that purple-eyed panda
will be mine at last.

[dreamy music]
*

[snaps fingers]

And you think I'm weird
for liking horror movies?

Come on.

I need to pick up some stuff
for my Warthead costume.

Even the thought of you
dressed as that thing

gives me the creeps.

[shudders]

*

Come on.

*

Hello? Buzzy?
Marshall and Gilbert.

Hello? Buzzy?

Hope this isn't
too scary for you.

Give me a break.
This stuff is so fake.

[roars]

Ahhhhh!!!!!

[laughs]

Very funny, Buzzy.

You didn't think
it was scary?

Yes!

No.

I saw your eyes blink.

I was testing it out
for the haunted house

I'm running at the
Halloween carnival.

And if they react anything
like you did,

it'll be awesome!

Thanks for the preview.

So what can I
do you for?

I need green slime
for my Warthead costume.

Lots of it.

You got it.

Did you see the new
Warthead movie?

I've already gone
six times.

How epic was that ending?

No spoilers.

I missed the ending.

Someone... had
to leave early.

Hey, it was really scary.

Isn't that the point?

Don't get him started.

Marshall: How long have
we been friends, Gil?

Gilbert: I don't know,
like forever.

Then it's my duty as
your best friend of forever

to help you out.

Help me out with what?

Your fears of, well,
pretty much everything.

I'm not afraid
of everything.

[bird screeches]

[hooting]

[Gilbert shudders]

Whatever.

You're missing out
is all.

Why do you care?

Because the world
is awesome

and I want you to experience
all of it.

I don't want you
to get so scared

that your world shrinks
down to nothing.

We're big world people, Gil.

Okay, yeah.
Big world people.

That's right.

Not afraid of anything.

That's why you're going
to play ding-dong ditch

on Mr. Kubot
across the street.

Yeah.

Wait, what? No!

Come on, Gil.
Face your fears.

That guy is
seriously creepy.

Rumor is, he's
a serial killer.

That's why everybody
calls him Killbot.

What's the worst
that could happen?

With a nickname like Killbot,
I don't want to find out.

Gil?

[crows cawing]

Uh-uh. No way.

Come on.

All you have to do

is go up, ring the doorbell,
then run.

Easy-peasy.

Then you do it.

I can't face your fears.
Only you can.

I don't know.

Trust me.
You need this.

[fence creaking]

Now go.

Why do I let him talk me
into these things?

Urgh.

[eerie music]
*

Go. You got this.

What do you want?

Ahhhhh!!!!!

[stammering]
Uh, um...

Would you like
to buy a ticket

to the Mo...
Mo... Mo...

Morse Park Middle School
Halloween carnival?

[growls]

There's a spooky
haunted house there

and I'm sure you'd fit
right in.

Get off my porch!

Ahhhhhh!!!

Help!!!

Let's go, let's go!

Help!!!

Come on, Gil!
Go!

Marshall: Run, run,
run, run!!!

Get down, get down,
get down!!!

[growls]

Ahhh!!!!

See?

That wasn't so bad,
was it?

Yes, it was worse!

I'll have nightmares
for the next year.

And then after that
you'll be better.

I can't wait.

Anyway, want to come over
for dinner?

Can't.

I have dinner
with my mom

and her annoying boyfriend,
Ted, tonight.

Hmm.

Now who needs to overcome
their fears?

The only thing I'm afraid of
is being bored to death.

Goodnight, Marsh.

Later.

So Marshall.

How long have you been
into scary movies?

Years.

You should see his room.

It is practically
a museum of macabre.

Maybe you could show it
to me after dinner.

I have a lot of homework.

If you love horror stuff
you must love Halloween.

I don't know,

maybe we could carve up
some jack-o'-lanterns.

Oh, that's a great idea.

That's little kid stuff.

Besides, I have a lot
of homework.

May I be excused?

Okay, but...

[sighs]

Don't worry.

Sometimes kids just
need time to adjust.

I, uh, I'll be right back.

[door slam]

[knocking]

Marshall.

Ted is a really,
really nice man.

He makes me happy.

And I think you'd like him
if you gave him a chance.

It's too soon.

Your dad and I have been
divorced for five years.

I need to move on
with my life.

We both do.

Why?

I mean, we're doing
just fine on our own.

My relationship with Ted

won't change anything
between us.

I will still love you
more than anyone else

in the whole world.

You know that, right?

I guess.

I need you to keep an open
mind about this.

Please.

Gilbert: Marshall,
are you there? Over.

What is it Gilbert? Over.

Check out what's up
at Kubot's.

So, they're moving stuff.

Gilbert: What is that thing?

I don't know, maybe
it's some furniture.

My mom said he's
an antique importer.

What antique is shaped like
a dead body?

Let's see.
Could be an iron maiden

to torment his victims,
or an ancient alien robot.

Or, and I'm just
spit-balling here,

it's a big weird old statue
for his big weird old house.

Okay. But I think
he's up to something.

Something scary.

Whatever, Gil.

Over and out.

Hmm.

*

Okay now students,
we're not just here

to eat gift shop
astronaut ice cream.

We're here for Egyptian
history class

and this will be
on the test.

[students groan]

Miss Pratt:
Music to my ears.

We're going by the buddy system

while we're here today,
so pick a buddy.

Miss Pratt: Two by two,
come on.

Miss Pratt?

There's no one left
to buddy with.

Oh, um...

Gilbert and Marshall.

Miss Pratt: Amy will be
with you two.

Go on.

Ms. Pratt: I'm going
to go find our docent.

Wait here and please
behave yourselves.

So you're the new girl,
right?

I'm Amy.

I moved from Rockport

with my dad and my Step-Dave
over the summer.

Wait. What?

My two dads split up
a few years ago.

Pop lives back in Rockport
and Dad married Step-Dave.

Anyway, hi.

-Hi.
-Hi.

So um, how... how do you...
how do you like it here?

I hate it.

This town is boring

and my friends are
all back in Rockport.

How exciting do you
need it to be?

I'm going to be an
investigative journalist.

To do that, I need
to find stories.

To do that,

I need to be someplace
where stories happen.

And this is not it.

Well, who knows?

This place could
surprise you.

Anything's possible,
but I doubt it.

Dad and Step-Dave said
if I don't like it

I can go live with Pop
back in Rockport,

so next summer
I am outta here.

Dracula, huh?

I know everyone's batty
about Lugosi.

I much prefer
Christopher Lee.

I mean, Horror of Dracula?

Lugosi didn't even
have fangs.

Great. Another one.

Have you seen
the new Warthead?

Of course.
That ending was gore-tastic.

Especially...

Oh, no spoilers.

I missed the ending.

You didn't stay
for the ending?

'Cause of me.

I had to... nope out.

Gotcha.

Anybody want Skidoodles?

-I do.
-Give it back.

Permission slip said
no snacks.

I'm helping you hide
the evidence.

That's Todd.

In third grade,

Marshall accidentally
knocked him over

into his own birthday cake.

[chuckles]

-It was hilarious.
-I see, uh...

No. No.

Excuse me for a moment.

Hi, I'm Amy.
You're Todd, right?

Yup.

I see you've decided
to hang out with me

instead of those
two weirdos. Smart.

Thanks, Todd.
Anyway, I just wanted to see

-if you were feeling okay.
-Why wouldn't I?

-Maltitol.
-Mult...

Oh, I guess you didn't see
the most recent news reports.

It's a sugar substitute,

but it has its...
side effects.

What?

If you haven't built up
a tolerance to it...

Well, I hope your parents are
stocked up on toilet paper.

You'll be... busy.

How busy?

It only takes a few seconds
before... boom.

Excuse me, I need
to find a bathroom.

Bathroom, bathroom, bathroom,
bathroom, bathroom!

[Amy laughs]

Okay. That was amazing.

Your candy is safe
from now on.

Welcome to the Secrets of
the Egyptian Tomb exhibit.

Right this way.

This solid stone container

is something the ancient
Egyptians used

to place the dead in.

Does anyone know
what it's called?

A sarcophagus?

Excellent.

A sarcophagus is
a protective shell.

Inside, it holds a wooden coffin
with the mummy.

Is there a real mummy
in there?

No. I'm afraid not,

because it's right
over here.

Way cool.

As you can see,

this coffin has a lot
of bling.

Based on that,

archaeologists deduce
that she was a princess

from 2000 BC
during the 12th Dynasty.

Any questions so far?

Don't they come alive at night
and eat people's brains?

Only in horror movies,

and thankfully
we're not in one.

I notice there are two
sarcophagi and two platforms,

but only one mummy.

Shouldn't there
be another mummy?

You are very observant.

There was a second mummy
in the tomb,

believed to be
a high priest.

They were in love.

But their families
were bitter rivals.

So their attendants conspired
to entomb them together

so they could be
with each other in death.

Romantic.

In a very emo-goth
kind of way.

Isn't it?

Sadly, it didn't last.

In 1925 the tomb was raided

and they were whisked away
to different museums.

Our exhibit was all set
to reunite them

for the first time
in almost a century.

But the high priest's mummy
mysteriously disappeared

on its way here.

So it was stolen?

Sadly, yes.

So if any of you come
across a mummy

please call our
mummy hotline.

[students laugh]

Now before we move on,

we have a full-sized
reproduction

of an Egyptian coffin

if anyone would like to see
what it's like to be in one.

-Picture time.
-Yeah!

Hey Amy, come on!

Yeah, come on.

Uh, no thanks.
I'll wait my turn.

Say "mummy."

Both: Mummy!

[camera shutter snaps]

[school bell rings]

Announcement:
Attention students,

the bake sale tomorrow
will start at 9:00 am...

I can't figure her out.

I mean she seems cool,

but why is she so down
on Walgrove?

Marshall:
This is an awesome town.

Wouldn't be so awesome
if your friends
were somewhere else.

I mean, that's
gotta stink.

Yeah. You're right.

Hey!

Maybe we should see
if she wants to, you know,

hang out
with us sometime.

Thanks. I'd love to.

For your future reference

you two need to work
on your "quiet voices".

So... how did you know
what an esophagus was?

Sarcophagus.

Like I said,
I'm going to be
an investigative reporter.

So I kind of know a little
about a lot of things.

You ought to investigate

our neighbor
across the street.

Why? What's so special
about him?

Go ahead Marshall.

Tell her what we saw
last night.

It was nothing.

Are you kidding me?

Our neighbor was moving
a weird giant body

in a big creepy burlap sack
into his house

in the middle
of the night.

How weird and how giant?

Pretty giant.
Reasonably weird.

And you're sure
it was body shaped?

Marshall, you saw it too,
right?

I mean yes,
it was, but...

Well, there's only so many
things shaped like a body.

A body being at the top
of that list.

Giant, body-shaped.

And did it look like it was
all floppy or was it...

Stiff as a board.

-Anthropoid coffin.
-Anthro what now?

That's a coffin shaped like
the person inside it.

Like we saw
at the museum.

Which means?

Which means I think
you found the stolen mummy

and I found my story.

And you're going
to take me there.

Let's go!

Okay.

This place has crime scene
written all over it.

I don't think beheading
a lawn gnome

counts as a crime.

We need to get
a look at that...

whatever you saw.

No way. Kubot is scary
enough from a distance.

Yeah. And just because it
looked like an anthropod...

-Anthropoid?
-Whatever.

Doesn't mean
he stole the mummy.

Oh, come on.
You guys scared?

You gotta face your fears.

Where have I heard
that before?

I've got to be home
for dinner.

I'll meet you back here
at 8:00.

We'll just sneak over and look
through the windows.

Everyone bring a flashlight.
Got it?

-This is not a good idea.
-I don't think we should...

Good.

What just happened?

I don't know.

But she is really good at
talking people into stuff.

Tell me about it.

*

Maybe we should do this
another time.

Yeah, like the daytime.

Or we can do it tonight.

Good idea.
Come on.

Are you sure
he's not home?

Marshall: Yes.
His car's not here
and all the lights are out.

Let's go around the back.

Amy: Look at all this stuff
down here.

This place is like
a million different
grandma attics

compressed into
one house.

Woah, woah, woah.
What are you doing?

If he really
has the coffin,

I have a hunch
it'll be down here.

And I have a hunch
this is a bad idea.

Let's go.

Okay. Let's get this
over with.

No. This is as far as
I'm going.

You two run around
in the dark

and get caught.

I'm staying here.

Come on, Marshall.

I gotta stop letting people
talk me into stuff.

[inhales]

Who's there?

[frightened gasp]

Hello?

It could be anywhere.

What is all this stuff?

[squeaking sounds]

[breathes shakily]

Oh.

Oh, no!
The dead body!

[gasps]

Amy was right.

I wonder what's inside.

[exertion grunts]

This thing is heavy.

Ahhhhh!!!!!

Oh, no!

Ugh. This thing is hideous.

Oh, what's that?

It's shiny.

Ahhh!!!

[grunts]

Ahhh!!!

Mu... mu... mummy!

Mummy...mummy...mummy!
I found the stolen mummy!

I knew it!

Marshall: How do you know
it's the stolen one?

How many other mummies
do you think
are in this town?

-Okay, show us.
-Come on!

Live mummy!

What? It was right here
a minute ago.

Then I guess it just
got up and walked away.

Okay, can we get
out of he...

[groaning sounds]

Please tell me that was
one of your stomachs.

No.

[groaning sounds]

Gilbert: What's that sound?

Amy: What is that?

Where is that sound
coming from?

Look, there!

[all gasp]

[grumbling]

[loud roar]

Time to go now!

[all screaming]
Ahhhhh!!!!!

[all screaming]
Ahhhhh!!!!!

Marshall: Hurry up!

[all screaming]
Ahhhhh!!!!!

[growling]

Gilbert: Come on!

[all screaming]
Ahhhhh!!!!!

[all screaming]
Ahhhhh!!!!!

Shut the door!

Come on!

What do we do?

We gotta hide!

In here.

Come on!

Door! Door! Door!

It's locked.

Quick, turn your
flashlights off.

[growling]

No, no, no!

We're trapped.

What are we going
to do?

What is going
on out there?

[screams]
Ahhh!!!

Quiet! Shh!

Marshall: What's happening?

I think it left.

[sighs]

Come on.

[loud crash]

[all screaming]
Ahhhhh!!!!!

-No, no, no, no!
-Please, please!

-Please.
-Please.

[grumbling]

I think it wants to give
you your flashlight back.

It's okay,
he can keep it.

No, take it.

You don't want
to offend him.

Thank you?

[grumbling]

Mummies are supposed
to be dead.

How come he's moving?

He came back to life when
you opened his esophagus.

Sarcophagus!

And it wasn't a sarcophagus,
it was a coffin.

The princess coffin
at the museum was open,

and unless she's
just real sleepy,

she didn't
come back to life.

Let's deal with this on
a mummy-by-mummy basis.

[groans curiously]

I wouldn't!

Are you crazy?
It could bite.

I'm sure he doesn't
mean us any harm.

He's probably
just really confused.

It's a live mummy.

You'd be that way too
if someone woke you up

from a 4,000-year nap.

Just be careful.

[grunting]

Hey there.
It's okay.

Nice mummy.

[groans softly]

It must be so weird
for him.

He's kind of like
a time traveler.

[groans softly]

[gasps]

No, he's back!

We gotta get out
of here, now!

But what about
the mummy?

Forget about him,
he's not our problem.

Kubot is!
Come on.

I'm sorry.

[sad groaning]

Woah.
What happened?

Looks like
you've been hit.

No.

No, no!

[breathing heavily]

-That was close.
-Too close.

-The mummy.
-It's gone.

So that's what
they were after.

Oh, whoever did this
is going to pay.

If my dad would let me
get a phone

I could've
gotten pictures.

Getting pictures would be
the last thing on my mind.

We're talking life
after death.

This could've been the story
of the century.

I say we go back
to our homes

and forget we ever saw
what we saw.

-[groaning]
-[gasps]

Shoo! Go away!

Go away! Go!
Go, go!

Turn around.
Go around.

Go away.

No, no, no, no.

Stay. Stay.

[sad groaning]

We can't let him go
back to Kubot's.

Well then what are we supposed
to do with this thing?

Well, someone needs to put
him up for the night.

Why are both of you
looking at me?

Your house is right here.

And Gilbert's
is right there!

But yours is closer.

Besides, I can't even
take care of a goldfish,

much less a mummy.

You want me to take
a live dead mummy

into my house
with my mom home?

You're the one
who loves monsters.

Not real ones!

You just need to put
him up for the night.

I've got to get home.
School night. See ya!

Yeah me too. Later.

Wait! Wait! Wait!

You can't just leave me here
with this... thing.

[sad groaning]

Shhh.

Marshall?

Hey Marshall.

Mom: You're out late
for a school night.

Marshall: Uh... Lost track
of time, sorry.

[groaning]

[coughing]

Well, come join us.

This is one of
Ted's favorite movies.

It's mummy-rific.

No thanks.

I've had my fill of mummies
for one day.

Have you had anything to eat?
We have pizza.

Thanks, but I'll come
and get some in a minute.

Okay.

[laughing]

So good.

[grumbling]

Ahhh!

No! Jeez.
It's not real.

See? Fake.
This is Warthead.

Greatest monster
of all time.

Well, greatest fictional
monster anyway.

[groaning]

No, my comics!

[groaning curiously]

*

No, don't break that.

*

No, you can't eat that.

*

Maybe you guys
are related.

[grumbling]

Uh... No!

Okay, that's enough
wrecking my room for tonight.

[roars]

Mom: Marshall?

Thought I'd save you
a trip.

We ordered extra pepperoni
and hot sauce.

Just the way you like it.

[nervously]
Thank you.

You're so considerate.

In fact you're the most
considerate of all moms

that I know anywhere...ever.

Mm-hmm.

Why are you being
so nice?

Did you break the washing
machine again?

Mom, that was once,
when I was five.

All right.

Well anyways, I have
a lot of homework,

so I'd better be getting
to that.

Thank you.

[sniffing]

What is that smell?

Oh, it's probably
just my gym socks.

I haven't changed them
in a while.

Well, wash them. Please.

It smells like they haven't
been washed in 1,000 years.

Ulgh!

[sighs]

[grumbling]

Ulgh! She's right.

You are a little whiffy.

[grumbles]

Hope you like Ocean Breeze.

[grumbles]

[sniffs]

[grumbles]

Here. It's pizza.
You eat it.

*

[sniffs]

[grumbles]
Mmm.

Bet you didn't have that
in ancient Egypt.

Oh wait, wait!

I almost forgot
the best part.

Hot sauce.

[gasps]

Too hot?

[gasps]

Holy cow!

If you weren't already dead,
that would kill you!

[loud belching]

Ew!

Wow.

The only other guy
that I knew

that liked hot sauce
as much as you

was my grandpa.

[grumbles]
Hmm?

Harold.

Maybe I could
call you Harold.

I mean, I have to call
you something.

[grumbles]
Huh?

How about it...Harold?

[grumbles]
Hmm.

Okay.

Marshall. Me Marshall.

Harold. You Harold.

Me Marshall.

You Harold.

[grumbles]

[grumbles words]
Mar mur...

Mm-hmm.

[grumbles words]

Close enough.

This should be more comfortable
than that old coffin.

[grumbling]

Hey. Time to go to sleep.

[grumbles]
Hmm.

You know, sleep.

[grumbling]

Good night, Harold.

[snoring loudly]

* The future's on the line *

* So let's go back in time *

* We could fix the past
and make it right *

Teri, turn off music.

Okay. Turning off music.

Marshall!

We have to get to the pharmacy
early today.

Please don't be late
for school.

Marshall: I won't, Mom.

Have a good day.

[grumbling]

Okay, Harold.

I have to go to school.

You can't come.

Got it?

And please try not
to break anything.

[grumbling]

No, you have to stay
in my room.

Don't worry. I'll be
right back after school.

[grumbling]

Marshall, you survived.

Yeah.

I was worried maybe
the mummy ate your
brains like Todd said.

Nah. He's actually
pretty cool

once you get used
to him.

Oh, and I named him
Harold.

Harold?

Harold, hmm?
I like it.

But realistically,

I can't keep him
in my house forever.

Sooner or later my mom
will find him.

Well, we should return him
to the museum.

Museums are for
dead mummies,

not live ones.

Oh hey, you didn't happen
to find my inhaler

at your house,
did you?

No. Why?

I lost it, and if
my mom finds out,

she'll kill me.

[grumbling]

[grumbling]

[screams]

[roars loudly]

[sad grumbling]

[grumbling]

[laughing]

[roars]

And to complete our section
on ancient Egypt

you are all going to team up
for a creative project.

[class groans]

It can be anything
you dream up.

From writing a story
in hieroglyphics,

to creating an outfit
for a pharaoh,

to sculpting a sphinx.

Can I just bring in my parents'
Egyptian cotton sheets?

Looking for a little more
imagination than that, Todd.

How about making a movie?

Now that's imaginative.

Then Gilbert,
Amy and I

are going to make
a movie together.

-We are?
-Sounds good to me.

So to review our
Egyptian mythology...

Guys...

We're going
to make a mummy movie

with a real mummy.

Hmm.

[grumbling]

[frightened grumble]

[grumbling]

[grumbling]
Yum-yum.

[slurping]

[startled gasps]

TV: Congratulations
to the big winners.

And now the weather
with Terry Taylor.

Terry?

Yes. How can Teri help you?

[roars]

Teri: I didn't catch that.
Please try again.

Highs today are
below average...

[roars]

Teri: You want to order
13 bags of birdseed.

Is that correct?

[roars]

Oh, you want to order
14 bags of birdseed.

I can do that.

[grumbles]

[frustrated grumbling]

[frustrated grumbling]

[frustrated grumbling]

[whimpers]

[scared grumbling]

[roars]

[scared grumbling]

Miss Pratt: Your final exam
will be this Friday.

Okay little monsters.

Have an awesome weekend
and a great Halloween

and I'll probably see
a bunch of you

at the Halloween carnival.

But unless you want to be really
frightened, don't forget...

your assignments
are due on Wednesday.

[cackles]

-[bell rings]
-Finally!

So get, get those into me...
please.

No, Marsh.

Enough horror movies.

Okay. The newest Warthead
is just way better.

I'm not trying to get
scared again.

Wait...

Oh no!

[gasps]

-Harold!
-Harold!

Harold!

Woman: Yes, exactly.

Of course it's important.
That's why I'm yelling.

[grumbles]

Nice costume, weirdo.

Heads up.

[bike bell]

[grumbles]

Sample, get your sample?

Free sample?

They're delicious.

[grumbling]

*

[grunts]

[grumbles]

Harold?

I can't find him.

He's not downstairs.

He's not upstairs either.

-Then where can he be?
-I don't know.

He must've gone out.
We have to find him.

We'll get a map
and search the city.

We can search downtown.

We have to search
the whole city.

Amy: I think my mom has
an extra map.

We can go stop at my house
on the way.

Uh, Marshall?

Why is the TV remote
stuck to the ceiling.

Come on, let's go.

We need to split up
and look for him.

He can't be far...

Whoa!

Hi. Hi Mr. Killbot,
I mean, Mr. Kubot.

What are, what are
you doing here?

Something happened
last night.

There was a break-in
in my house.

You didn't happen to see
anybody or notice anything?

Anything out of
the ordinary?

No. Everything was very
in the ordinary.

Yeah, we didn't see
a thing.

Or hear a thing.

No strange sights
or sounds.

Nothing. All right. Well,
we'd better be going now.

Sorry we couldn't be
more helpful.

-Bye!
-Have a nice day!

*

[grumbling]

[grumbling]

Harold, come on!

Where could he be?

Come on, Harold.

[groaning]

[grunts]
Ah!!!

Harold, please!

It's no use. He could
be anywhere.

Well let's think about
this logically.

If you were
a 4,000-year-old mummy,

where would you go?

I don't know, to get
fresh bandages?

Harold!

-Harold!
-Harold! Come on!

No.

You don't think...

It's as good a place
as any.

Come on! Let's go.

[sad grumbling]

Harold!

[whimpering]

I told you to stay
at the house.

[grumbling]

What's he saying?

I don't speak mummy.

[grumbling angrily]

Look. They have
the same amulet.

Amy: Remember what
the tour guide told us?

If Harold and the princess
were in love,

maybe the amulet
is like

some ancient Egyptian
engagement ring

and he wants to be
back together with her.

Yeah, yeah.
Maybe you're right.

Yeah.

[sad grumbling]

Come on, Harold.
We have to go.

It's not safe
for you here.

[sad grumbles]

I get it.

You want to be with her.
But not right now.

Harold, he's right.

If anyone figures out
what you are,

they'll send you to a lab
to do experiments on,

or put you in
a freak show.

Please Harold.
Come on.

[sad grumbling]

Hey. No touching
the exhibits.

Sorry sir.
We're just leaving.

Yeah.

What's with the costume?

Uh, he's a huge
Egyptology fan.

Halloween fanatic.

Big into cosplay.

Cosplay?

No Harold, no.
Come on.

I'm telling you guys.

Harold's going to come back
here the first chance he gets.

We can't keep him
away forever.

We need some
expert advice.

Who? We don't know
any Egyptologists.

But we do know
a monsterologist.

Buzzy! Come on!

That's true.

Who's Buzzy?

No Harold, come on.

Let's go.

Faster!

[grumbles]

Buzzy: A living mummy?

Give me a break.

No, he really is
a 4,000-year-old mummy.

Honest.

Okay. Then if he's really
a dead living mummy,

he wouldn't have a pulse now,
would he?

[grumbles]

Holy guacamole.

He's dead.

[hysterically]
He's... dead!

He's dead! He's dead!

He, he, he's dead!
He's dead, he's dead!

He... he... he...
He's dead!

[giggles]

He's dead.

Yeah, that was our point.

Do you realize

this is the most amazing
discovery since penicillin?

Or the lost city
of Atlantis?

Actually, Atlantis
is still lost.

We're talking reanimating
the dead.

You should call the Smithsonian
or a scientific journal,

or one of those
tabloid magazines

they sell in
the checkout line.

Marshall: Oh no!

We have to keep
him a secret.

Buzzy: Wait a minute.

Wasn't there a mummy stolen
on its way to the museum?

We didn't steal it.

Yeah.
We're trying to stop
the people who did

from getting their hands
on Harold.

[grumbling]

Buzzy: Harold?
You're calling him Harold?

Can't just say,
"hey, mummy."

Anyways, we were hoping

you might be able
to help us figure out

how he came back to life
and what we do with him.

I wonder if it has anything
to do with that amulet.

It could be the key
to the puzzle.

Huh.

Good thinking.

*

* Shake your hips.
Now take a chance *

* Take a dive
into the unknown *

* 'Cause we're gonna
bop dem bones *

Are you seeing
what I'm seeing?

* Bump 'em,
thump 'em *

* Get a jumping *

He has potential.

*

Harold.

[grumbles]
Huh?

Come here.

Hi, uh...

Mind if I get a look
at your amulet?

-[roars angrily]
-[screams]

No, Harold.
Friend. Friend.

[growls softly]

Yeah. I guess he's
a little bit protective

-about his amulet.
-Yeah. You think?

[exhales]

Oh, there's an inscription.

All: An inscription?

Can you help us out
with it?

Yeah. But it's going
to take me a minute or two,

or 100, to figure it out.

Let me take a photo.

Don't worry, Harold.
Buzzy's just trying to help you.

It's okay.

[grumbles]

Yeah.

[roars loudly]

No, no, no, Harold.
It's okay.

She just took a photo.

[grumbles]

Sorry!

I'll see if I can get
the inscription deciphered.

I'll get back to you guys
as soon as possible.

Thanks. Let's go.

We got a mummy movie
to make.

[engine rumbling]

Ms. Ravensworth?

You wanted to see me?

How does one misplace
a mummy?

Did it get up
and walk off?

It's only temporary.

I just need a little
more time.

You have 48 hours

to produce one 12th Dynasty
Egyptian mummy with coffin

or I will expect a full
reimbursement on my advance,

plus a hefty and painful
penalty.

[neck cracking]

*

[sniffs]

Marshall: Guys!

Here it is.
Fresh off the printer.

The screenplay for...

The Mummy's Awesome Revenge.

Gil, you're playing
Professor Glunditchberg,

the brave and bold
Egyptologist.

Couldn't I get a character
with a more pronounceable name?

Amy, you're Doctor
Ilsa Von Keebler,

international archaeologist
and social media influencer.

Is that even a thing?

As for you, Harold.

[roars]

You're playing "the mummy"!

[laughs]

Hey kids.

How's it going?

-Great.
-Really good.

Who's your friend?

Um, him?

Um... That's Harold.
A kid from school.

He's playing
the killer mummy.

He's a sixth grader?

He should actually be in ninth,
but he got held back.

-[grumbles]
-Several times.

Well remember how you said
you couldn't find costumes

for your movie?

Guess who found them.

-Cool.
-Nice.

[laughs]

A few years back,
my agency did a spot

for Animal Crackers
with a jungle set.

Luckily, we still had
the costumes in storage.

We really need to get
started filming.

Mom: Uh, okay.

Well good luck
with your blockbuster.

-Gilbert: Thank you.
-Amy: Thanks. See ya.

[grumbles]

[sighs]

That guy is so annoying.

Yeah. So annoying.

He brought costumes
for our movie.

So what's your problem
with him exactly?

He's just so...

So... so Ted.

Is it that he's so Ted,

or is it that you don't want
anyone to be with your mom?

No. No.

You know, when
my dad remarried

I wouldn't talk to my new
stepdad for almost six months.

Total silent treatment.

Then one day I realized
something.

He makes him happy
and he makes him laugh.

Maybe I was wrong
about him.

He and I are super
close now.

So maybe you should give
this Ted guy a chance.

But um, whatever.

It's none of my business.

Sorry for butting in.

Let's get back to work.

She's kind of got a point,
Marsh.

Uh-huh. We should
get back to work.

We've got a movie
to make.

Come on, Harold.

[grumbles]
Hmm?

Marshall:
Mummy's Awesome Revenge.

Scene one, take one.

[wind howling]

At last!

We found it,
Doctor Von Keebler!

There it is.

The lost pyramid of
Yo-Hotep.

Let's go.

Amy: Adventure awaits.

Gilbert: Yeah.

Okay. All we have to
do is navigate this
dark spooky corridor,

solve ancient riddles,

and make it across the pit of
a thousand disgusting horrors.

It's going to be a day,
so if you want to turn back,

as a scientist, I could not
scientifically blame you.

No, Doctor Von Keebler!

We've come too far
to give up.

Totally, but you know.

It's just a lot of dangerous,
uh, danger.

Danger?

Professor Glunditchberg
never runs from danger.

We must face our fears.

A-ha!

We did it.

Now, if my calculations
are correct,

we'll find the legendary silver
serpent inside this coffin.

[gasps]

[roars]

Oh no, it's a live mummy.

And it wants to eat
our brains!

[grumbles]

-Cut.
-Huh?

Harold, you're supposed
to be fierce.

[grumbles]

I'm not really
seeing fierce.

[grumbles]

Take two.

*

Oh no. It's a live mummy.

And it wants to eat
our brains!

Reset.

*

Marshall: Cut.

Marshall: Cut.

[burps]

Marshall: Cut.

[snoring]

Marshall: Cut.

[loud roar]

Cut!

Nailed it!

[grumbles happily]

Marshall?

It's your friend Buzzy.

She says it's important.

[confused grumbling]

So this is a database
of the hieroglyphics

known to mainstream
Egyptologists.

And they were no help.

But you've got
to understand.

Hieroglyphics aren't
like the alphabet.

There aren't 26.

There are like a gazillion.

So then I did
some digging around.

I have my secret sources.

Marshall: Wikipedia, huh?

No. I actually had to dig
through old-timey books.

Very 20th century.

Anyway, here's what I found

when I decoded
the hieroglyphics.

The amulet is like
a three-day pass

back into the world
of the living.

It's activated by exposure
to moonlight.

That explains why Harold
came back to life.

Gilbert exposed the amulet
to moonlight

in Kubot's basement.

You're right.

Yay me.

I went ahead and translated
the symbols.

Here's what they say.

[exhales]

[imitates ghost]
This amulet will
raise the dead.

[evil laughter]
Muahaha.

Can you just read it
in a regular voice?

Oh, sorry.

I thought it would give it
a little more gravitas.

Nah.

Ah. "This amulet
will raise the dead.

"For three days
they will live instead.

"But in their coffin
they must be

"by midnight
on the day of three,

"or doomed forever
they will be

"throughout all
of absurdity.

"Throughout all
of absurdity"?

Eternity, not absurdity.

Doomed throughout
all of eternity.

Yes, that sounds
so much better.

No, it sounds horrible.

I guess on the bad news scale
from one to ten,

that's an 11,
maybe 11 and a half.

What does "doomed throughout
all eternity" mean?

Well, if he doesn't
make it back

into his coffin
by day three,

he could turn to dust.

Third full day would be...
tomorrow!

That means that we need
to get Harold back

into his coffin by midnight
on Halloween.

But Harold just got here.

He can't go.
He's our friend.

Friends have each
other's backs, right?

So we have to do
what's right by Harold.

Even if it's not
what we want.

[sighs]

[grumbles]
Huh?

Yeah.

We have to do
what's right by Harold.

We're going
to put him back.

Okay. So here's
the plan.

We slip in through the basement
just like before,

put Harold back
into his coffin

and get out without
Kubot ever knowing.

Then we make an anonymous
call to the museum

and tell them where they can
find the stolen mummy.

Harold goes back
to the museum

and reunited
with his GF.

Win-win.

Well, except for Kubot.

Okay, but let's make
this quick.

We don't want to run
into Kubot again.

That guy is
seriously scary.

Marshall: Let's go.

Gilbert: Are you sure
he's not home?

Marshall: He's not home.
It's fine.

Gilbert: So much for him
not being home.

Oh no.

What are they doing
with Harold's coffin?

It looks like they're
moving it!

-Duck!
-Woah!

Okay. Let's go.

[grunting]

Careful!

Kubot: It's heavy.

[grumbling]

[grumbling]

Take it to the plant.
It'll be safer there.

You got it.

-Plant?
-I don't know.

[truck engine starts]

[sad grumbling]

It's okay, Harold.

We're going to get it
back for you.

Somehow. Let's go.

Hmm?

Gilbert Anderson.

[laughs]

*

Got snacks!

[grumbles]

Don't worry Harold,
I wouldn't forget you.

I know you like
your hot sauce.

[grumbles happily]

All right.
So what do we got?

Nothing about Kubot
except his address

and that he's an
antiques dealer.

What about the plant
Kubot mentioned?

Maybe it's a giant
man-eating plant.

Maybe. But in
the real world

a plant can also mean
a factory or a warehouse.

But what about the blue truck
they put the coffin in?

It had a penguin on it.

If we could figure out
what the penguin stood for,

we might be able to figure out
where the truck came from

and where the coffin is.

[knocking at door]

[grumbles]

We're kinda busy right now,
Mom.

Kubot:
Oh, I'm nobody's mom.

[frightened grumbles]

It's Kubot!
What's he doing here?

If he sees Harold
we're done.

Whichever one of you
is Gilbert Anderson,

I'd like to return something
to you that you dropped.

In my basement.

My inhaler!

I was wondering
where that was.

No use, kiddywinkies.
I know what you took

and I intend to get it back.

-[grumbles]
-Now open the door!

[pounding on door]

No, quiet, Harold!

What do we do,
what do we do?

We've got to draw them away
so they don't see Harold.

Wait. I know a way out.

Great. Harold,
you stay here.

[pounding on door]

This way.

-Come on, open it!
-Come on!

Break it down.

[grunts]

Harold stay!

Kubot: I warned you!

[grunting]

Okay, coast is clear.
Let's go.

Kubot: Come on!

Marshall: Hey, over here!

The kids!

Gilbert: Later Killbot.

[gasps]

Go, go, go, go, run!

Whoa!

Lose something?

Uh, thanks?

I don't know how you kids
managed to steal that mummy,

but I want it back.

Mummy? Either of you
see a mummy?

Uh, nope, haven't seen one.

-Me neither.
-I am not a patient man!

Tell us where the mummy is,
we'll go our separate ways.

No harm, no foul.

If we tell you, you promise
to leave us alone?

Yeah, you have my word
of honor.

He's right behind you.

What the?

That thing can't be
a mummy.

Oh yeah, yeah.
It's him.

But it's alive!

I mean, grab him!

Grab him now!

[fighting grunts]

[grunts]

Ow!

This would be a good time
to go.

Come on, Harold!

-Come on!
-Come on!

Amy: Hurry, come on!

What was that?

I remember reading about
the legend of reanimation.

But I thought it was
a superstition.

That thing was the mummy
we stole?

Yes. And my price
for it just went up.

Way up!

This is really, really bad.

What do we do?

We can't go home with Kubot
looking for us.

We gotta find a place to hide
for a while.

Ted: Marshall!

Hey gang.

Hey Harold.
It's Harold, isn't it?

[grumbles]

[laughs]

I thought you finished
your movie.

We're doing some
extra scenes.

-Yeah.
-Yeah, extra scenes.

-We're filming.
-Yeah.

But what are you supposed
to be dressed as?

Oh.

I'm the Hallow-Easter Bunny.

[laughs weakly]

What are, what are you
doing here?

I just picked up some more
Halloween candy.

Don't want anyone to go away
empty-handed tonight.

[grumbles curiously]

You want to help me
pass it out?

We're actually going
to the...

Halloween carnival
at school.

-Yeah!
-Yeah, the Halloween carnival.

Does Morse Park Middle
School still do its
Halloween carnival?

I used to love that
when I was a kid.

Ah, ah, ah.
No Harold.

No treats for you
in there.

You know, we really should
be going now.

Yeah.

Okay.

-Ted, you grew up in
this town, right?
-Mmm-hmm.

Do you remember a company
that used a blue truck

with a penguin on it?

Erin's Ice Cream.
Best ice cream ever.

Every kid in town cried the day
they went out of business.

Do they have a factory
or a plant in town?

Not exactly in town,
but out on Route 12.

When I was a kid we went there
on a field trip.

Still there,
sitting empty.

Why?

We have an upcoming
school project on local history.

Bye!

I'm happy to help you
with it.

Marshall: Yeah.
We'll be in touch!

[grumbles]

Nice work.

He's a nice guy.

Ugh.

[grumbles]

[doorbell rings]

Hmm.

Happy Hallow...

Mr. Kubot.

Trick or treating?

Ha! No.

I was wondering
if your son

would like to make
a little extra money.

I need someone to, um,
do some yard work.

[chuckles awkwardly]
Good idea.

But I'm sorry, he's not here
at the moment, so...

I don't think...

-Hey.
-Hi.

Pardon me.
Here we go.

Three extra tons of sugar rush
for the local kids.

Thanks, hon.

Uh, Mr. Kubot here would like
to offer Marshall a job.

Oh. I just saw him
down the street.

-Really?
-He was with his friends,

including the big one
dressed like a mummy.

Oh?

But they all took off
for the Halloween carnival.

I'll catch up
with you later.

Thank you.

Mom:
Good night, Mr. Kubot.

Okay. How do we get Harold out
to that ice cream factory?

It has to be at least
10 miles out of town.

Yeah. And I don't see
asking our parents to
give us a ride.

Buzzy!
Buzzy can drive us!

Come on.
She's working the haunted house
at the Halloween carnival.

But we need costumes
to get in,

and ours are back
at our houses.

We're just going to have
to improvise.

Come on.

[grumbling]

Amy, how come you're
the only one out of all of us

that looks not so stupid?

Some people are better
at improvising than others?

Hey. Where's Harold?

Yeah.

Harold?

You gotta stick
with us, Harold.

It's not safe
to run off.

[grumbles]

Does Harold even need
a costume?

Kubot's looking
for a mummy.

And Harold's
the Invisible Man.

It's the perfect disguise
for a mummy.

Come on.

[spooky organ music]
*

*

*

* Trick or treat,
Trick or treat *

* Feeling kinda creepy *

* No one ever
gonna sleep *

* till we make them
all scream *

Check it out!

* Hit the lights,
hit the lights *

* See the look
in their eye *

* Gonna give them
a fright *

*

[spooky laughter]

It's okay, Harold.
They're just costumes.

Ah, look at that.

Stay focused.

What are you three
supposed to be?

Losers?

You don't need a costume
for that.

And what are you supposed
to be, Todd?

I'm a cereal killer.

Get it? Cereal killer?

Well it's better than whatever
dumb thing you're wearing.

Hey, wait!
What's your problem?

[roars viciously]

Oooh!

Good job, Harold.

[laughing]

Hey, this time
it's on you, Todd.

[grunts]

What are you looking at?

We'll go find Buzzy.

Gil, you stay here
and mummy-sit.

Okay. Come on, Harold.

Think it's about time
you tried some nachos.

[grumbles]
Nachos?

[dance music]
*

Woah, woah, hold on.

Can we just go in?
We have to find Buzzy.

No. You can wait at the back
with everyone else.

We only have to go in
for a minute.

It's okay, Marsh.
The line will move fast.

Better luck next time.

Ring toss.

Step right up and try to win
the purple-eyed panda.

[dreamy music]
*

*

Wanna play?

It's showtime.
Come on, Harold.

Step right up.

Three please.

All right.

Good luck.

You will be mine.

Urgh.

Rats!

Use the force, Gilbert.

Oh! I was so close.

Three more, please?

All right.
Here you go.

[grumbling]

What?

You want to try?

[grumbles]

Okay. But if you win,

we're both sharing
the panda, okay?

[grumbles]

Holy cow!

Uh, sorry. He doesn't know
his own strength.

Come on!

Finally.

[spooky sounds]

[gorilla sounds]

Come on, Harold.

Let's go find Marshall
and Amy.

[curious grunting]

No, no, no Harold.

She's just a
pretend princess.

That's our teacher

and she's really,
really mean

when you don't do
your homework.

[grumbles]

No, come on...

Harold!

But... but...

Come back!

[grumbling]

Oh, okay.

[grumbling]

I can't understand you
'cause of your fake teeth.

Gilbert: Harold, come on!

[grumbling]

Oh, you want to dance?

Okay. Um...

* Tonight all the
monsters gonna dance *

* We're coming to getcha *

* Tonight all the
monsters gonna dance *

* We're coming to getcha *

Oh my.

Yeah!

* Why I hear you screaming *

* Tonight all the
monsters gonna dance *

* We're coming to getcha *

*

Oh, this is not good.

Any idea where Buzzy is?

No. We'll have to just
to keep going

until we find her.

[Dracula voice]
Ah! Fresh blood.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.
You're scary. Whatever.

We're looking for Buzzy.
Any idea where she is?

[regular voice]
Make a left, a right,
two more rights and a left.

Thanks.

Thanks, Drac.

Nice fangs, by the way.

I am not trying
to be negative.

But are you sure you want
to confront that thing again?

Yeah. Especially after it went
all super-villain on us?

If I remember my ancient
Egyptian lore,

I know its vulnerability.
Now come on.

Sorry. You need a costume.

I'm dressed as a dealer
of stolen antiquities.

Fine. Whatever.
Five bucks.

*

* You hide or you try *

* Kiss tomorrow goodbye *

* We thrill to your chill *

That Miss Pratt? Wow!

* Bu-bu-buckin'
for a freak out *

* We're wanting to *

* We're haunting you *

* We might just bite
underneath the moonlight *

* More fun if you run *

* Imma-I'm already chasin' *

* We're wanting to *

* We're haunting you *

* We're wanting to *

*

Geez!

* Gonna get your
body shakin' *

* Wishing you
could just awaken *

* Tonight all the monsters
gonna dance *

* We're coming to getcha *

* Tonight all the
monsters gonna dance *

* We're coming to getcha *

* If you're only dreamin' *

* Why I hear you screamin' *

* Tonight all the
monsters gonna dance *

* We're coming to getcha *

Excuse me,
can I help you?

Sorry, man.
We're just looking
for a friend of ours

-dressed as a mummy.
-Good luck finding him.

*

Split up.

Look for the mummy with
the amulet around his neck.

Amulet?

Necklace!

[cackling]

[cackling]

Buzzy.

Again? How did you know?

You blinked.

Rats. I've got to work
on that.

Guys. We're kind of
in a hurry.

Right.

Buzzy, we really need
your help.

Okay?

* ...gonna dance *

* We're coming to getcha *

*

* Hey *

*

* You hide or you try *

* Kiss tomorrow goodbye *

* We thrill to your chill *

* Bu-bu-buckin'
for a freak out *

* We're wanting to *

* We're haunting you *

*

* We might just bite
underneath the moonlight *

* More fun, if you run *

* Imma-I'm already chasing *

* We're wanting to *

* We're haunting you *

Nothing?

There!

Excuse me.

We gotta go!
Come on!

Move, move, move!

Hey guys, you have
to wait your turn.

Get out of the way!

Ahhhhh!!!!!

[gorilla sounds]

Ahhhhh!!!!!

-Hey!
-This way!

No cutting in line!

[gorilla sounds]

Watch it!

[Dracula voice]
Hey, you're just
my type, O positive!

Oh, come on.

Even I don't think
that's scary.

Let's go.

[cackling]

[cackling]

Can you help me?

[Dracula voice]
The blood bank
is closed.

Whatever.

Which way did
the mummy go?

[regular voice]
That way.

Where is everyone's
Halloween spirit?

I'm parked out back.

Get the mummy
and meet me there.

He's here!

Kubot's here!
He's right behind us!

What?

This way!

Let's go!

There's a door
behind one of these.

When you catch up to
that mummy, distract it.

-Found it.
-Great!

Hey! Stop right there!

[growling]

You guys really want
to do this again?

Listen, we don't want
any trouble.

This mummy doesn't
belong to you.

He doesn't belong
to anybody.

He's a person.

Or at least he was one.

-[loud roar]
-What do we do?

Kubot said to distract it,
so...

Hey, nice mummy.

Breath mint?

[roars furiously]

Okay, he's distracted.
Now what do we do?

-Harold watch out!
-Behind you!

Harold!

Pays to know your
ancient history.

What did you do to him?

The amulet giveth and
the amulet taketh away.

Okay guys. He's harmless.

Now let's go. Come on,
we got a buyer waiting.

Ugh.

This thing smells rank.

I don't know, kind of smells
like Ocean Breeze to me.

If you know
what's good for you

you'll forget
this ever happened.

[laughs]
Let's go boys.

No!

[tires screech]

I failed him!

Marsh. We did all
we could.

Yeah. There's nothing else
we could've done.

No!
He was counting on me

and now he's going
to turn to dust.

Not necessarily.
There's still a couple
of hours till midnight

and we know they're
taking him

to the old ice cream
factory.

So what can we do?

Those guys
are dangerous.

We're going to figure
it out.

All I do know is that
we have to help Harold.

Friends, backs, remember?

-I'm so in.
-Me too.

Woah, woah, woah.
I don't know...

-And Gilbert's in.
-Whoa!

[door slam]

[tires screech]

*

Any idea just where this
old ice cream factory is?

I don't know.
Ted just said Route 12.

This is Route 12.

And it's over
30 miles long.

Amy: Here. Let me
try something.

It's 1600 Oak View Road.

Turnoff is in five miles
to the right.

Local history
website has it.

Impressive.

Future investigative reporter.

[small laugh]

*

Okay, so here's the plan.

We breach the parameter of
Kubot's hideout and sneak in.

We breach the what?

Just go with it.

Step two,
we create a diversion

distracting Kubot and his
men away from Harold.

Step three...

We put Harold back
into his coffin

and return him
to the museum

to be reunited
with his girlfriend.

And what about Kubot?

Oh, this is the best part.

We call it in.
Kubot gets arrested.

Boom, we're heroes.

We get a parade,
a movie deal,

and an A on our
Egyptology project.

Okay. Great plan.

Except for one little part.

-Which part?
-All of it, okay?

Dude. We're 12. 12!

One, two.

I'm still working out
the details.

If we could figure out
a way to really
distract Kubot,

Marshall's crazy idea
might just work.

I might be able
to help you.

Check out those boxes
in the back.

Strobe lights, web guns,
sound effect machines,

mega slime,
remote control spider.

You name it.

There's enough in there
to distract an army.

Buzzy, you're a genius!

It's just stuff left over
from the haunted house.

But I'll take genius
any day.

Less than an hour
to spare.

Cutting it close,
eh Kubot?

Oh, I think once you see
what I have to offer,

you'll agree it was
well worth the wait.

Here it is.

I have waited years
to acquire this

for my collection.

Boys?

Where's the mummy, Kubot?

No mummy, no deal.
Remember?

Ah yes, the mummy.
How silly of me.

Ms. Ravensworth,
if you follow me

I'll lead you
to your acquisition.

It's right over... here.

What on earth?

Why isn't it in the coffin,
and why is it in chains?

There's been a new wrinkle.

It turns out this mummy
is way more valuable

than we agreed upon.

Listen Kubot.

If you think you're
going to squeeze

more money out of me
at the last minute

you are gravely mistaken.

We had a deal!

We did have a deal
for a mummy.

A dead mummy.

What other kind is there?

[growls]

[grumbles]

[mummy roars]

[Kubot roars]

[gasps]

[both roar]

Convinced?

This is incredible.

So, do we renegotiate,

or do I see if some
other collector

might like a live mummy
for their collection?

I am ready to talk.

Please.

Step into my office.

Marshall: Look!
It's the penguin truck.

Amy: Okay. Everyone
ready to do this?

Buzzy: Okay, but let's make
sure the coast is clear first.

This place is a lot scarier
than I imagined.

Everything is a lot scarier
than you imagined.

Uh, Marshall?

I don't know
if I can do this.

Come on, Gil.
We're in this together.

I'm sorry, Marshall.
I can't.

Gilbert, face your fears,
remember?

This time the fear
is for a good reason.

Survival!

But what about Harold?
He's our friend.

Like Amy said,

friends have each other's
backs, remember?

Friends don't get each other
killed, Marshall.

I'm sorry but...
I'm out of here.

Fine! Go home, Gilbert.

We don't need you anyway.

Come on, Marshall.
We're running out of time.

*

Come on.

Kubot: ...I can
get 10 buyers...

...I can make some
phone calls...

Amy: There's Harold.

... he's gonna get
a million for this...

Amy: And there's
the amulet.

If taking the amulet off
de-animated Harold,

then wouldn't putting it
back on reanimate him?

Yes!

Okay. New plan.

We distract the guards
long enough

to get the amulet
back onto Harold.

Once he wakes up it's going
to be revenge of the mummy.

Let's go!

Like fine.

There's brave and
then there's stupid,

and I'm not stupid.

[loud screech]

Whatever dude.

I've seen way scarier things
in the last few days.

Not that anyone cares.

Face your fears, Gilbert.

Friends have each other's
backs, Gilbert.

I'm so tired of hearing him
say that.

[hooting]

Marshall, that's who.

He always says I should
have his back.

Well, who has my back?

[hoots]

Me. That's "hoo-hoo."

Look, you can stare
all you want

but I'm not going
back there.

It's scary.

But this wasn't just scary,

it was real dangerous.

And my friends are right
in the middle of it.

[sighs]

But Professor Glunditchberg
never runs from danger.

Yeah. We must face
our fears!

[hoots]

Yeah.

-Stinks.
-Right?

I'm still smelling
Ocean Breeze.

[ghostly screaming]

What is that?

[metal clanking]

Better check it out.

We'll check out this side,
you check out the other.

Come on.

*

[ghostly laughing]

[laughing stops]

Someone's playing a joke?

Doesn't even look real.

Right? Look at this...

[loud roar]

Didn't blink that time!

[howls]

-Hey!
-Stop!

*

[chitters]

"Step into my parlor"
said the spider to the creep.

[gasps]

*

It's okay, Harold.
I've got you.

Hey!

What do you think
you're doing?

Hey, hey!
Let me go!

Look what we found.

You're going to be
in big trouble.

Let me go!

I said let me go!

There was originally
four kids.

Where's the other one?

He's telling every
adult we know

and they're all coming
to get you.

Somehow I'm doubting that.

Where did these kids
come from?

Don't worry about it.
I'll handle them.

But they've seen
our faces.

Like I said...
I'll handle them.

What does he mean
by that?

I don't want to find out.

So Ms. Ravensworth,
shall we wrap this up?

No pun intended.

Please!

You need to put the mummy
back into his coffin. Now!

What?

If you don't he'll turn
to dust at midnight, honest.

What are they
talking about?

They're stalling for time.

No, it's written
on the amulet.

He'll turn to dust
at midnight.

What if they're telling
the truth?

They're just kids,
what do they know?

Please!

We'll forget we ever
saw any of this.

You can keep the mummy.

Just please, please put him back
into his coffin.

-He's our friend.
-Put a cork in it.

That other little
punk kid's

got to be around
here someplace.

Gilbert: Right here!

Both: Gilbert?

Professor Glunditchberg
to the rescue.

Go round him up.

Amy: Watch out.

Get the amulet, Gil!

Marshall: You got this, Gil.

Whoa!

[screaming]
Ahhhhh!!!!!

Whoa!!!!!

All: Ooh!

Gil, are you okay?

Gilbert?

All: Yes!

Get him!

Kubot: Get that amulet!

Watch out, Gilbert!

No.

I want no trouble here.

Give it up kid.

Come on kid,
hand it over.

Please.

Hey Gil.

How'd you like to win
something way cooler

than a purple-eyed panda?

*

[gasps]

Ah! Oh! Rats!

But I haven't been
too lucky tonight.

I believe in you.

Come on, kid.
Last warning.

Give up the amulet.

Come on.

[grunts]

Yes!

Kids: Yes!!!

No!

Amy: You did it!

[loud roar]

Get that mummy!

[grunts]

Marshall: Way to go, Harold.

Harold, watch out!

Get him!

Gilbert: You got this, Harold.

[fighting grunts]

[crash]

Yes!

Argh!

[crash]

Woah!

Let's get out of here!

Amy: They're getting away.

I've got this.

Buzzy: Don't worry.

They're heading
right into our trap.

[beeps]

Yes!

Nicely done.

To do that required
great... skull.

[laughing]

All: Harold!

I want my mummy.

You sure picked the wrong
mummy to mess with.

And the wrong kids.

Yeah, you did.

But you picked exactly
the right Buzzy.

And she just called
the authorities.

[laughing]

So what made you come back,
Professor Glunditchberg?

Yeah. I thought
you were scared.

You know, I realized
I was more scared

of losing you all
than I was of those guys.

Losing you would make my world
really, really small.

We are big world people,
right?

All: Yeah.

Yeah, we are.

Now let's grab
the coffin

and get Harold back
to the museum.

-Right.
-Let's go.

Oh no, it's destroyed!

What are we going
to do now?

[sad groaning]

Midnight is
in 28 minutes.

What about the empty coffin
in the museum?

The one everyone
took photos in?

Both: Mummy!

That's a great idea.

Yeah, but it's just
a reproduction.

I'm not sure
it would work.

It's the only choice
we've got.

Come on.

[tires screeching]

*

[tires screeching]

Marshall: Come on.

Come on.

Harold, do your stuff.

[alarm blaring]

-Let's go!
-Hurry!

I'll wait here for the
authorities and stall them.

Okay, Harold.

You grab the coffin
and we'll grab the lid.

Come on.

Marshall: Harold,
what are you doing?

Get back in your coffin.
It's almost midnight.

What is he doing?

I think I know.
He's bringing her...

Both: To the moonlight!

[whimpers]

*

[happy grumbling]

Come on, Harold.
We're running out of time.

Cut him some slack.

He hasn't seen his girlfriend
in like 4,000 years.

Look how happy he is.

People who make each other
happy should be together.

Even mummies.

Hmm.

Think they'll be
with each other

in the afterlife?

Not if he doesn't get
his butt in that coffin.

Come on Harold, please.

We're running out of time.

Take care, Harold.

I'll never call this
town boring again.

And I'll never forget you.

*

[gentle grumbles]

Bye, Harold.

You're the not-scariest
scary guy I've ever met.

[soft grunt]

I always thought that
it would be really cool

to see a real
live monster.

[tearfully]
And I was right.

But... bye Harold.

*

[gentle grumbles]

Oh, I almost forgot this.

[grumbles happily]

[alarm wailing]

Oh, finally!

Come on!

Go, go, go, go, go!

[laughs]

[police sirens blaring]

TV Reporter: And in a strange
turn of events,

last night an ancient
Egyptian mummy

that had been stolen
in transit

to the local museum

mysteriously turned up there

holding a bottle
of hot sauce.

Come on.

Don't dilly-dally.
I don't want you to be late.

And in related news,

an anonymous tip
led to the arrest

of several local residents

believed to have stolen
the mummy

along with many
other valuable...

You haven't seen the TV remote,
have you?

You know, I have a feeling
it'll eventually turn up.

Or down.

Speaking of mummies,

a dancer dressed as a mummy
put Walgrove on the map.

He was the hit
at a local middle school
Halloween carnival,

and then he took
social media by storm.

No way!

He's a bona fide star,

even though nobody can seem
to figure out who he is.

[doorbell rings]

Oh, can you get that?
That's probably Ted.

He's coming over
for a late breakfast.

Ted. How you doing?
Good to see ya.

Really?

Really.

Come on in.

Do you know you have a bunch
of boxes of birdseed

on your front porch?

Also, hi.

Weird. Hi.

I didn't know what kind of
pastries you like.

So I bought one
of everything.

Well, nothing says breakfast
like dessert.

[laughs]

Hey Ted.

So I'm thinking my next movie's
going to be about a vampire

and I could definitely use
your help.

Uh... Sure.
I'd love to.

[Dracula voice]
I've always wanted
to play a vampire.

Actually, you'd be
its victim.

Ah, ok, that sounds good.

I'm in.

Cool.

Uh, I'm going to go wash
my hands

because I definitely sampled

one or two of those
on the way over here.

[laughs]

Come on.

Ooooh.

So why the sudden change
in attitude towards Ted?

Well, he makes you happy,
doesn't he?

Yeah, he does.

People who make
each other happy.

They should be together.

I love you.

*

Oh.

Hey guys.

Don't freak out
or anything,

but you're looking at
the Morse Park Middle
School Gazette's

newest star reporter.

-Hey!
-Congrats.

That's amazing.

Yeah. I pitched them
the inside scoop

of the whole mummy story
and they loved it.

What?

Wait a minute,
inside scoop?

Yeah. The whole story.

Well, except for
the whole part

about the mummy
coming back to life

and us singlehandedly
bringing down Kubot.

[sigh of relief]

That part I'm saving
for my autobiography.

[laughs]

Well at least this gives you
something to do

before you move back
to Rockport.

You know, Rockport
is nice and all

but I never would've met
a live mummy there.

Or you guys.

I think I'm going
to stick around.

Hmm.

So what do you guys do
for fun in this town

when you don't have
a mummy around?

How about we go see
Warthead?

-You?
-What?

No way!

What? We still haven't
seen the ending, right?

We? I thought you didn't
like scary movies.

Look, I brought a mummy
back to life

and helped take down
that evil next door neighbor.

How scary can a monster
movie be?

[inhales]

Sounds like a plan.

Wait until you see
the ending.

It's awesome.
Warthead jumps...

Hey, hey, hey!
No spoilers.

[school bell rings]

Come on!

*

[snoring]

* Bop Dem Bones
Bop Dem Bones *

* Bigly, bigly, bigly, bigly *

* Bop Dem Bones
Bop Dem Bones *

* Bop Dem Bones *

* Calling all creatures! *

* Bop Dem Bones
Bop Dem Bones *

* Bigly, bigly bigly bigly *

* Bop Dem Bones
Bop Dem Bones *

* Bop Dem Bones *

* Calling all creatures! *

* When you're lookin'
for a good scare, *

* Just follow me.
I know where *

* C'mon down to
the ghostly zone, *

* 'Cause we're gonna
Bop Dem Bones *

* Bop dem bones *

* Biddly-Bop Dem Bones! *

[cackle]