[eerie music] * [footsteps]
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[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]
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!!!!!
Marshall: Hurry up!
[all screaming] Ahhhhh!!!!!
[growling]
Gilbert: Come on!
[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]
[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]
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]
[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]
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.
[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]
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]
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]
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]