Original subtitles

Muah-hah-ha-ha!

-♪ I can't believe you're all mine ♪ -Uh, what?

-♪ You and me for all time ♪ -Ugh!

♪ I'm never, ever Ever gonna be alone again! ♪

Oh, boy!

-♪ The dream team, you and me ♪ -For all eternity?

-♪ For all eternity! ♪ -(yells)

BOTH: ♪ It's the ghost, it's the ghost ♪

♪ And Molly McGee ♪

♪ I've been cursed, it's the worst! ♪

MOLLY: ♪ Now you're stuck with me! ♪

♪ We're never gonna be apart ♪

♪ Is there a way to hit restart? ♪

-Nope! -BOTH: ♪ We're the ghost ♪

♪ Ghost and Molly McGee ♪

-That's me! -Well, that's she.

♪ The Ghost and Molly McGee! ♪

(gentle music playing)

-Yay! Tacos! -Chairman is the best.

(crowd shouting)

Only Scratch could make it Taco Tuesday through Thursday.

That is bold vision.

We love you, Scratch!

You're the greatest chairman ever.

Please. I'm very humble, and you're making me blush.

-(gulps) -Yay!

(all gasp, yell)

-Look who it is! -(screams)

Mr. Chairman.

Firstly, ow.

And secondly, what do you want, Jinx?

Whoa, why the hostility?

I mean, yes, you vanquished the One True Chairman,

so I tricked you into humiliating yourself at Geoff and Jeff's party...

But we're cool now. What do you say to a churro? On me.

Feels like this is a trap. A churro trap.

The trap I'm most susceptible to.

Hi, yes, two sin-namon churros, heavy on the sin.

(Scratch gasps)

Perfectly fried dough coated in cinnamon sugar.

BOTH: Who can say no to a churro?

Jinx!

(laughs)

(Scratch laughs mockingly)

Good one. We both said the same thing at the same time.

-Capital hilarious. -Enjoy.

You deserve this.

Oh, my gosh, Molly, hello!

You are not gonna believe this, but I've finally won Jinx over.

And I know what you're gonna say, because I also thought that it was a trap,

but she gave me a churro.

What the...

Come on. (grunts)

(whirring)

(groans)

How could a churro do this to me?

(Jinx laughs)

You've been me'd.

-BOTH: What? -Jinxed. You've been Jinxed.

Oh.

Okay, I feel like that's more clear, right?

-You could have started with that. -Yeah, good to know.

And how dare you use churros against me! You said we were cool.

-Ah! -Oh, we are not cool.

I was the One True Chairman's biggest fan.

And now, I'm going to watch you suffer for what you did to him.

Ah!

(screaming)

♪ Wherever you go ♪

♪ Whatever you do ♪

♪ Calamitous things Will be happening to you ♪

♪ To disaster you're eternally linked ♪

♪ You've been jinxed ♪

-No, no, no, no! -(Jinx laughs)

(screams)

♪ Toilets will flush you ♪

♪ Pianos will crush you ♪

♪ When you order tacos ♪

♪ The whole line will rush you... ♪

-Come on! -Let's go!

-Pick a taco already! -What's wrong?

♪ Can't you make up your mind? ♪

You ruined tacos!

♪ The world will attack you ♪

♪ Mean ducks will quack you ♪

♪ Those funny dancing noodle men Will comically slap you ♪

♪ You'll get struck by truck after truck ♪

♪ Until I say your name three times ♪

Wait, what?

You just have to say "Scratch" three times, and I'm free?

Yeah. That's how jinxes work. (snorts)

You would think the Chairman would know that.

Um, I did.

♪ You'll be smashed, you'll be splashed ♪

♪ You'll be covered in trash ♪

♪ Any hope you had at happiness Is already dashed ♪

♪ For vanquishing the OTC ♪

♪ I'm gonna make you hurt eternally ♪

♪ You can't run, you can't hide ♪

♪ You can't flee ♪

♪ You've been me'd ♪

Uh, what?

♪ You've been jinxed ♪

Oh. You know, Molly's right. I would stick with that.

It's much clearer and better. (screams)

(sobbing)

Ow!

SCRATCH (groans): Ah!

Jinx will never say my name three times.

Ah! No! Get it off!

(crackles) Ah!

I'm gonna spend the rest of my afterlife miserable.

Scratch, look, we stood up to her stupid One True Chairman,

and we can stand up to Jinx.

SCRATCH: Ah!

We'll trick her into saying your name.

(sniffs)

Scratch! Why can you not behave around Scratch and Sniffs?

Sorry. They smell too tasty.

JINX: Ugh, I can't even look at his face.

And soon I won't have to.

(ghostly scream)

Naturally, once we eliminate the accident-prone doofus,

we'll need a new chairman.

Someone like, I don't know, just spitballing here...

me. (chuckles, sighs)

See it. Be it.

Let the universe manifest it.

Oh, hey, I was, uh, just coming to see how you're suffering.

Well, your jinx worked. My afterlife is ruined.

So I'm just clearing out my stuff, since everything I do ends in calamity.

Putting my favorite stickers on top, so I don't lose them.

Oh! (grunts)

-(all laugh) -Yes!

This is what you deserve for destroying the One True Chairman.

Ow! Whoa!

So, how'd it go?

The trap's set. Now we watch.

(gasps) Ha!

His stickers are mine.

And they're perfect for my vision board.

(gasps) This strawberry sticker

really complements my new plan for Ghost World domination.

-Huh? -No, it makes sense.

Strawberries are a terrible fruit.

Seeds on the outside? Ugh. Gross.

It's not working.

Wait for it. Three, two, one.

Ooh, are these... (sniffing)

...scratch and sniff?

"Scratch and sniff."

She said my name! We did it!

Oh! Sorry!

(yelps, chuckles)

Ow!

This jinx cannot end fast enough.

She's said your name once. We just need two more times.

Ahem.

(shrieks)

-You summoned? -By the power of Chairman,

I command you to free me from this jinx!

Sorry, that's not how it works.

A real chairman would know that.

Well, I tried.

Guess I'll just have to hang up my robe next to this innocent wooden claw device

and call it a day.

(yelps)

Oh! That really stung.

Pathetic.

Guy has no charm. No charisma.

He doesn't deserve the Chairman Robe.

Oh! Amateur!

I manifested this.

-Did she buy it? -I think so.

Did you sprinkle the itching powder?

Oh, yeah. Darryl wouldn't say where he got this stuff,

but he did use the phrase "military grade."

Why hello, Miss Chairwoman. Looking good.

My, what a powerful pose you got there.

Oh, I feel great in this thing.

Oh, it's actually a little itchy.

Oh, ah! Really, really itchy.

What is this made out of, the underside of a cat's tongue?

Oh, I need to...

Oh! Scratch! Mm, that feels good.

(gasps) She said it.

Oh, I need a bath so bad!

Two down, one to go, then I'll be free!

(exclaims)

-It's in my mouth! -I'll get you some water!

GEOFF: Coming to you from Brighton Middle School

in front of a dead studio audience,

it's...

AUDIENCE: Squeal of Misfortune!

-(all cheer) -Welcome to our living world episode,

where one lucky audience member

will take home some exotic human prizes.

A giant hand to point out your loved one's best qualities.

AUDIENCE: Ooh!

A neck pillow for when your neck-toplasm is feeling tired.

AUDIENCE: Aah!

And a vintage Chairman lunch box

-in mint condition. -(audience cheers)

I must have that officially licensed merchandise.

Wow, that lunch box Libby crafted looks legit.

And Jeff and Geoff are totally pulling this off.

How am I still itchy?

Ah! Whoa!

It's okay, buddy. You're almost free.

We just gotta get Jinx to say your name one more time.

And our lucky audience contestant is...

Manifest. Manifest. Manifest.

-...Jinx. -Yes!

All right, Jinx, you get three guesses at our big prize word.

Your first clue is a word that means

"to mark a surface with something sharp."

Huh. Um...

"Scrape"?

JEFF: Close, but no.

Seven letters, Jinx.

Oh! Uh, "Scrawl."

JEFF: Oh, no. Like I said, seven letters.

"Scrawl" is only six. Looking for seven. But who's counting?

Not you, apparently.

Last guess, Jinx.

For the lunch box.

Okay, Jinx, you can do this. Bring it home.

(gasps) I know. The word is...

Scr...

Come on. Say it.

...A...

-...mbled eggs. -No!

Oh, I know what you're trying to get me to say.

(audience gasp)

I'm not falling for your lame trick, you sad sack of failure!

You are nothing compared to the...

BOTH: One True Chairman.

Jinx!

-(audience gasp) -AUDIENCE MEMBER: A double jinx!

-Whoa. -He jinxed Jinx.

I really want that foam finger.

You really go on and on about that guy, you know that?

-So predictable. -No! No, no, no! You can't do this!

I'm the one that jinxes.

(yells)

(all laugh)

Wow, this is great. I could watch this all d...

(Scratch screams)

(all laugh)

(groans)

Okay, how about a truce? You say my name, I'll say yours.

How do I know I can trust you?

(sighs) Jinx, Jinx.

There. Now we're even.

We say each other's names at the same time and we go our separate ways, okay?

Okay. Three, two, one.

-Ji... -Scra...

(both grunting)

-...atch. -...ingerbread.

Whoo! I'm free! Thank you!

(chuckles)

You didn't say my name.

-You betrayed me! -(audience cheers)

Oh, I do believe you're right. That doesn't feel good, does it?

I hope you've learned a lesson... Jinx.

Now, can we put all this behind us?

Why forgive when you can hold grudges?

Sounds ominous. Whatevs.

-BOTH: Let's go get tacos! -Jinx!

-(laughs) Ow! -Oh, no!

I'm so sorry. Scratch, Scratch, Scratch.

(chimes)

SCRATCH AND MOLLY: ♪ The Ghost and Molly McGee ♪

(upbeat music playing)

Gather round, folks, gather round,

'cause this is the year Brighton finally beats Perfektborg

at our own beloved game of turnipball!

Because Brighton has a secret weapon.

-A giant slingshot? -The power of love.

-A robot with lasers? -Me!

No, I give you the Titan Of Turnipball,

The Rookie Of Root-based Sports,

The Swoop With The Alley Oop,

(imitates drumroll)

Ollie Chen!

(grunting)

(water burbling)

(turnip splats)

(car alarm blaring)

(crowd cheering)

Is that good or bad?

This game is really confusing.

The kid's a natural!

We might actually have a shot.

I declare this day Get Your Hopes Up Too High Day!

(crowd cheering)

(tense music playing)

♪ Our time has finally come ♪

♪ We'll wash off the stink of shame ♪

♪ For the first time in Brighton's history ♪

♪ We may actually win a game ♪

♪ Every year, they dominate us ♪

♪ Shame our town, humiliate us ♪

♪ That all ends today because Our secret weapon's here ♪

Aw, man, that's a lotta pressure.

♪ This is Brighton's year ♪

-MAN: This is Brighton's year! -(crowd cheering)

Molly, I know this will be our 25th time,

but can you go over the rules again?

Ha, no need. You're doing great, buddy!

♪ The whole world writes us off ♪

♪ They say we're clumsy and we're slow ♪

How dare they!

♪ Everybody thinks we're losers ♪

But are we gonna lose today?

-ALL: No! -OLLIE: It's possible!

♪ We'll destroy 'em ♪

♪ We'll defeat 'em ♪

♪ What a joy to finally beat 'em ♪

♪ Order tons of nonrefundable Victory souvenirs ♪

♪ 'Cause this is Brighton's year ♪

♪ Thanks to our rookie sensation ♪

♪ This is Brighton's year ♪

♪ No need to temper expectations ♪

♪ Town morale is soaring ♪

♪ You just keep on scoring 'Til the trophy's here ♪

♪ This is Brighton ♪

♪ This is Brighton's year ♪

Okay, so I'm thinking I'm gonna possess the players, okay?

-I'm gonna make 'em all walk around... -No, Scatch.

...like a lot of drool,

think a lot of drool.

-Scratch, hey, look at me. -Yeah.

No ghosty tricks this time.

I wanna beat these jerks fair and square.

And then eat their pastries with my mouth.

Besides, with Ollie on our side, we can't lose!

Still don't understand the rules!

Come on!

You can't keep a dynamo like old Scratchy here on the bench.

(sighs) Look, I know you wanna help,

but last time, it just went a little off the rails,

so can you please promise me

you're not gonna possess any of the players, or the coach?

I know what you're thinking.

Fine.

Or the turnipball.

Ah, take all the fun, why don't ya?

-(horn honks) -(bus rumbling)

-(marching music playing) -(cleats thudding)

PRINCIPAL O'CONNOR: Look at those new fancy schmancy uniforms

with "no moth holes". (groans)

Syvertsson.

O'Connor.

And you must be team captain Quinby?

Yah. Kringle?

(choral music playing)

(gasps) Half pretzel, half churro,

all for Molly, ah!

Accept no gifts from the enemy!

This treat could be poisoned!

I can't believe I almost fell for that.

How low will they stoop?

Ugh, Molly and her rules.

(people laughing)

(upbeat music playing)

Hey, check it, the meatball's eating me!

(camera shutter clicks)

(groans)

Molly didn't say anything

about possessing discarded mascot costumes.

(laughs) I love a good loophole.

-(whistle trills) -Let's play turnipball!

-(crowd cheering) -Molly, what do I use here,

the golf club or the cricket bat with the googly eyes?

Exactly!

Now go out there, and show 'em what Brighton's made of.

(crowd cheering)

-(whistle trills) -Was that good?

That boy's got some serious heat!

(upbeat music playing)

Dinner is served, and meatball's on the menu.

Spa-ghett out of the way, meatball.

Oh, boy, we got ourselves

an old-fashioned mascot dance-off!

(upbeat music continues playing)

(Scratch groaning)

BOBBY: Whoa, that's gotta hurt...

-Ow. -BOBBY: ...his ego.

(crowd laughing)

(tense music playing)

-(grunts) -PATTY: What a save by Chen!

And the turnip didn't splatter,

so that's more points for Brighton!

Ooh, you absolute dreamboat!

We're up 17 to four!

I can see that golden turnip in our trophy case now.

Can you see it? Tell me you can see it!

Molly, I have no idea what I'm doing.

(vuvuzelas blaring)

-Uh, what's happening? -(whistle trills)

Ah, that's the purple card for the hotshot rookie.

Now he's gotta cool his heels in the penalty box.

Everyone has to freeze and be silent when you hear the vuvuzelas!

I don't even know what a vuvuzela is!

With Brighton's boy wonder out of commission,

you can be sure Perfektborg will take full advantage.

(wonky music playing)

(Molly grunts)

(rooster crows)

PATTY: Well, cock-a-doodle-darn.

That's the signal for seventh half-time.

Those Perfektborgians are too perfect!

Ah! (sniffs)

And it stinks!

(sniffing) Wait...

that's not the stink of perfection.

(sniffing continues) It's...

Hmm.

(crunching)

Flaky crumbs delicately drizzled with sugar?

This is kringle!

Those beautiful bullies have been sneaking around our locker room!

(gasps) You think they might be...

-cheating? -Rigged!

(crowd cheering)

Get your turnip popcorn here!

Turnip dogs, fresh squeezed turnip juice!

Snack girl, I'll take one of everything.

Thanks, mister!

Let's see how funny you are when you're covered in concession stand

condiments, pal.

(suspenseful music playing)

-(upbeat music playing) -(kids cheering)

Got any turnip tornadoes?

Thanks, Meatball.

(groans)

♪ Sneaking into their locker room ♪

♪ Gonna find proof they're cheating ♪

♪ And the horns are, like, Bah-nah-bah-nah-bah-nah ♪

Oh, secret playbook, huh?

QUINBY: What are you doing in our locker room?

-(yelps) -Oh, no, is someone injured?

If so, please take our medical supplies.

We have kitty and puppy bandages.

Which do you prefer? Maybe the puppies?

Oh, yeah, absolutely, no contest.

Wait, what happened to your scary voices,

and your scary frowns?

You mean, our game faces?

Game faces?

We demonstrate fierce, friendly,

fierce, friendly, fierce, friendly!

So you're not mean, or evil?

Perfektborg is good?

(groans) My worldview is crumbling!

Quinby, get her a kringle.

(groaning)

Oh, corn, this is so good.

I'm sorry, I was convinced you were cheating.

(all gasp)

We don't even have a word for that in our native tongue.

But then, why were you in our locker room?

Oh, we left a basket of kringles as a treat.

Did you not get them?

Oh, whatever could've happened to them?

(chomping, belches)

We have a pest problem.

I let competition cloud my judgment.

I made you the enemy but, mm, seriously these are so good.

And so are you, it's just Brighton needs a win

after 129 years.

There is only one thing to do.

Yah, we throw the game,

and allow you to feel the victory thrill.

You'd do that for us?

Yah, it will be nice

to feel the thrill of pitiful failure.

Well, "pitiful" wasn't necessary, but thank you?

-(upbeat music playing) -(crowd cheering)

(fireworks whistling)

All right, Meatball.

Prepare to get served.

(roaring)

(screaming)

Oh. Let me out of this warm embrace! Eeh!

-(tender music playing) -Mm, what are you doing?

(gasps) You're right, Meatball.

Who am I mad at? Not you!

You're just a random meatball with vacant googly eyes.

I'm not mad at you, I'm mad at myself.

You're the wisest being I've ever met,

and I met Abraham Lincoln once.

(upbeat music playing)

(turnip splats)

PATTY: I don't know what happened,

but Perfektborg isn't lookin' so perfect anymore!

(upbeat music playing)

(unicycles squeaking)

Not the sudden death zone!

That gives 170 points to Perfektborg and ends the game!

-(gong crashes) -Perfektborg wins again,

with a final score of 176

to 22 and 1/4.

(sighs) Stupid sport.

Everything has googly eyes, nothing makes sense.

We are so sorry.

We'll try harder to lose next year.

(upbeat music playing)

Really gonna miss that guy, you know?

So humble, so wise, so tasty with gravy.

Feeling worried about the good folk of Brighton.

I don't know if they're ever gonna recover from this.

(chomping)

Another disgusting loss at the hands of Perfektborg.

But, we didn't get shut out, let's celebrate!

(crowd cheering)

Woo, we'll get 'em next year!

Woo!

-(car thuds) -(crowd cheers)

I guess scoring any points is a victory for Brighton.

You want half of this kringle?

I can't believe you're even asking me.

(Scratch chomping)

I said half!

SCRATCH AND MOLLY: ♪ The Ghost and Molly McGee ♪

(closing theme music playing)