Excellent fake blood, Lisa. Add some molasses
for better consistency. Hey, Luce,
check out our pumpkins. We do ya think? [screaming] Hmm. More blood here.
Few more gashes on this one. Knock out a tooth.
Add some ooze to those scabs. Dampen the head wound. Halloween's kinda crazy with a spooky little girl
like you. Totes. I'm so glad
Mom finally let you do your haunted corn maze. As am I. I've been waiting
my whole life to do this, not to mention my past lives. Fantastic sign work, Luan. Just the right mixture
of corn and gore. Ah, shucks, it's just something
I cobbled together from a kernel of an idea.
[laughing] Oh, yes, a triple. [groaning] I expect more support
from my pump-kin. [laughing]
Get it? Sigh. Thanks for all your hard work,
guys. This is going
to be the best Halloween ever. I'm so excited. Trust me, she's excited. [Clyde]<i>
Jack-o-Lincoln! Do you copy?</i> Speaking of the best Halloween
ever, Clyde and I have
some pretty big plans, too. I copy, McBride of Frankenstein. Meet you at the rendezvous point
in 15. Over. [Lynn Sr]
AAAAAH! I hate Halloween! Oh. Dad must have found
the severed limbs I stored in his closet. [chirping] Did anyone follow you? Not a chance,
I took evasive maneuvers. For years, there have been
rumors of a neighborhood, where people hand out
full sized candy bars, instead of tiny bite sized ones. Clyde and I were determined
to find this mythological place, so we did some research. By studying satellite photos,
analyzing median income levels, and tracking candy buyers throughout
Southeastern Michigan. We found it!
Huntington Manor. Now we just one more obstacle:
getting in. Wait a minute!
What have we here? Cheers, Wyatt.
We're off to visit the homeland. Have a great trip,
Master Alistair. You too, Master Nigel. Ta. See you in a fortnight. I think we may have found
our ticket in, Master Nigel. Cheers to that, Master Alistair. [growling] Watch where you're going,
doofuses! Ugh! Blood!
I think I'm gonna barf! [groaning] Aw, don't barf!
That'll make me barf! [groaning] Sorry, guys! I get nosebleeds
when I'm scared. Listen, we need some advice. What's the best place
to trick-or-treat around here? Yeah, where's the good candy? Uh... Definitely not
this neighborhood! No full-size candy bars here. You should try Franklin Avenue,
over in Royal Woods. It's great for candy, plus there's an awesome
haunted corn maze. Franklin Avenue, eh?
We'll check that out. Aw yeah, I can't wait! [laughing] [sighing]
Send them to your street? Nice save, buddy. You, too. We worked hard
to find this neighborhood. Why should we share it? Exactly. Dr. Lopez says
I need to look out for me more. She's worth every penny
you're paying her. [squealing]
Seven minutes till sunset! Siblings, assemble! It's almost time
for the annual ritual of deception versus confection;
street name, trick or treating! Four score
and seven pieces of candy ago. Give me your tired, your poor, your delicious treats
yearning to be in my tummy. Hmm... patriotic,
but unlikely to generate maximum candy collection. Oh, yeah? We're also
a mermaid and a pirate. And salt and pepper shakers. This way we can hit
each house three times. That means
three times the candy. Yes, I am familiar
with basic multiplication. Your strategy is cute,
but mine is far superior. Going as a kangaroo.
[scoffs] I doubt it. Kangaroo plus baby roo. [cooing] [gasping] Precisely. That aw factor will increase
my candy revenue exponentially. And the best part is,
she only has one tooth, so I don't have to share. Snap out of it, Lana. Lincoln! Clyde!
Get your butts out here! I thought you guys were going
as Ace Savvy and One-Eyed Jack. Uh, we are.
We're Ace and Jack undercover, trying to crack the cause
of the missing crumpets. Boy, you guys
really don't want candy, do you? Yeah, you're right. We probably won't get much
this year. [chuckles] Alright, let's get some candy.
Has anyone seen Dad? [whimpering] [groaning] [Lynn Sr] I don't know
why everything's scary. [whimpering] Let's go, Father! Chop chop! These candy bags won't fill
themselves. Though,
I am working on a prototype which will do exactly that. Uh, sorry, kids. I can't go. I think I have the flu.
Or the plague. Or a Charley Horse. Ugh. We go through this
every year! [screaming]
I don't wanna! I don't wanna! Your Dad's
doing better this year. Candy! Candy! Candy!
Candy! Candy! Candy! Candy! Candy! Hey, where are you two going? Nowhere. We, uh, just decided to go through the neighborhood
counterclockwise this year. Seems like an odd,
pointless choice. Much like your costumes. Have fun, boys. AH! Spider web! It's a loose thread
on your shirt. Well, I guess
I can't trick-or-treat if my shirt's falling apart,
right? Nice try. [yelping]
