[ghostly vocalizing]
[rap b*at playing]
[hard rock playing]
[screaming]
[bats squeaking]
[panting]
Take cover.
-[screaming]
-[glass shattering]
Uncle Gene,
what are those things?
[gasps] Invisibulls.
Do you mean invisibles
or invisibulls?
Exactly.
[invisibull roaring]
Whoa.
I knew it.
The stench blossom is in bloom.
The stank attracts the bulls
and makes them glow.
But can we stop them?
Oh, yes, we can.
It's the Night Warts!
thr*at neutralized.
Let's take these bulls
to the dungeons.
[all cheering]
Ooh. I think I know
what I want to do
with my afterlife.
Whoo-hoo!
Yeah-yeah!
Someday we'll be sacks, Wendy.
Oh!
You meant trying out
for the Night Warts?
Sure. That's cool too, I guess.
[Commander] Attention!
I am Commander
Tammy "Poison Apple" Skerrit,
leader of the Night Warts.
And you are here
because you think
you have what it takes.
Yeah. I'm actually here
to be a sack.
I'm just here
for the free lunch.
Actually, we're all here
to support Wendy.
It's her after-lifelong dream
to be a Night Wart.
Yes, thank you.
But you didn't
all have to come.
I'll have a much better chance
of making it by myself.
Oh, don't worry.
We're just doing this
for moral support.
I mean, obviously,
I would make it if I tried,
but we're just here to help.
And for the lunch.
It's not you guys
I'm worried about.
It's just sometimes...
You know Mavis.
She can get sort of
crazy competitive.
I know, right? Let's do this!
[Commander]
Can I continue here?
Of course. We're dying to hear
about the lunch options.
[groans]
For the next seven grueling
days, you will prove your worth
in a series of elaborate
training exercises
known as Spell Week.
Our job is to keep hotel air
space clear of all threats,
and we do that by training
in our pride and joy.
[Mavis] Oh. Seriously?
A flight simulator?
I mean, no offense,
but I've been flying for,
like, my whole life.
[all laughing]
Right. Because you can
turn into a bat,
you think you can fly.
Faster than any of you.
[Commander gasps]
Race you to the human house?
If I win, I get out
of flight training.
Mavis, maybe you ought to--
Aye. Deal.
On your mark, get set, go.
Whoa! [exclaims]
[Mavis] Did that really just--
[grunts]
[Mavis groaning]
Oh.
Now it's on.
-[grunts]
-[laughs]
♪ You got to feel the burn
But keep your head♪
♪ No fear
'Cause you're already dead♪
♪ Some things
Are better left unsaid♪
♪ 'Cause now
You're flying a broom♪
♪ 'Cause now
You're flying a broom♪
♪ But they're getting it now♪
♪ Still airborne somehow♪
♪ Until Mavis blows by
With a head of steam♪
♪ She's out for number one
And not the team♪
♪ Wait, I thought
That it was Wendy's dream♪
♪ To be flying a broom♪
♪ To be flying a broom♪
♪ And now for no reason
Beach volleyball♪
♪ Mavis orchestrating
her friend's downfall♪
♪ And now Hank's butt
has gone AWOL♪
♪ This isn't flying a broom♪
♪ Why is Mavis
flying a broom?♪
♪ That was a song
about brooms!♪
[Commander] Welcome, recruits,
to the pinning of the broom.
I will now fix a pin
to all new members
of the Night Warts.
First up, Mavis Dracula.
Ooh!
[giggling]
And next... [screaming]
Why?
Because no one else
made the team.
Mavis?
Uh... There must be a mistake.
This is Wendy's
afterlife-long dream.
Don't worry, Wendy.
I've got a hotel to run,
so you can just have my spot.
There will be no taking spots.
Recruit Dracula
will be serving her term
or will be labeled a deserter
and will face
severe consequences.
How could you?
[sobbing]
Wendy, don't go.
I didn't mean to be
chosen over you.
It's just that I'm so good.
That came out so wrong.
Come back.
So, level with me.
You just smash those pins
'cause it's fun, right?
I knew it.
[sobbing]
I can't believe the Night Warts
chose me over Wendy.
Ridiculous.
You do sort of have this thing
where you have to prove
that you're the best
at everything.
[gasps] I... Well, yeah.
I mean, my dad does push me
to always strive for greatness.
And that's awesome,
but you didn't want
to join the Night Warts.
It was Wendy's thing.
We were supposed to help her,
not prove that you're better.
So, what you're saying is that
I need to show the Night Warts
that I'm the best at not being
as good as Wendy, right?
Uh, I don't think so?
Exactly. Okay, here's the plan.
Okay, guys.
You're gonna go over to...
Uh, this is where
they're keeping
the invisibulls?
How are we supposed to know
if it's the right dungeon?
Only one way to find out.
Huh.
Nobody home, I guess.
Hey, let's go get a bite to--
[screams]
Whoa! [screams]
Well, on the bright side,
the map was bang-on.
[Mavis] Listen. I know
you're mad at me.
[Wendy] Grr.
Adorbs.
But it turns out the first
ceremony was a setup.
Yeah, to see
how truly dedicated
you are to the Warts.
Really? A setup?
That's right. I'd never
steal a spot from you.
The Warts want to see
how you bounce back from that
and handle a real thr*at
in action.
Me, handle a real thr*at?
But where are the Night Warts?
Let's just say
they're, uh, preoccupied.
[Commander]
Sure was nice of Mavis
to comp us at the spa
while she takes watch.
[Night Warts member] What?
[elevator bell dings]
Okay, Wendy.
Game time.
[invisibulls roaring]
They must have let out
the whole herd.
Wow.
They must have more faith
in old Wendy than I thought.
-No!
-[yelps]
[screaming]
Run!
[screaming]
[Wendy] What are we doing?
The Warts won't let me join
if I run from a fight.
Uh, the Warts
didn't set this up.
I thought if you caught
an escaped invisibull
while I was on watch,
they'd let you take my place.
But then these guys
obviously let too many bulls
out of the dungeon.
I'm sorry, Wendy.
I don't mean to get
so competitive.
You're my best friend.
I'd never do anything
to hurt you.
Oh.
I know you wouldn't.
[sighs] Well, at least
I get to watch
the Night Warts
kick some butt
saving the hotel again.
Yeah. Um... About that...
[all snoring]
But if all the Night Warts
are out of action,
who will save us?
[gasps] Well, technically,
not all the Night Warts
are out of action.
-[gasps]
-[Mavis] That's right.
This time, we're going
to do it as a team.
[all cheer]
[all] Hey!
[Wendy] Sorry, guys.
But if Spell Week
taught me anything
it's that I need
to prove my own worth.
Wendy, wait. Stop.
[Wendy] It's Wendy time.
Aren't you going
to say anything?
No.
-I got nothing.
-Ugh.
Hey, ghost beefs! Over here.
I can't believe you could be
so irresponsible.
What is she doing?
Wendy, no!
[rumbling]
Whoo-hoo!
Wendy!
Get a whiff of this.
[all sniffing]
[roaring]
[Mavis] Go, Wendy!
She's doing it.
The invisibulls
are following her.
Now we just have
to round them up.
But we don't have a sack
anywhere near big enough
to catch them all.
You do now.
Great work, recruit.
Now we seal the deal.
Lure the bulls to that window
and bail at the last second.
-Got it?
-You bet.
[Commander]
Pull up, recruit.
Pull up, pull up!
Sack it to me, baby.
Yes!
[all cheering]
[Commander]
Welcome to the team,
Recruits Hank, Pedro and Wendy.
And for gross negligence,
insubordination,
abandoning a post and even
a little treason...
[grunting]
Mavis Dracula, not only are you
dishonorably discharged,
but we're taking back
all the warts we gave you.
What? You gave me actual warts?
Ew!
-[smashing]
-[gasps]
Sorry, Commander.
I love the Night Warts,
but I could never be on a team
that won't have
my best friend as a member.
Hey. You were right about
stomping on those pins.
That was sweet!
[bats squeaking]
-[clucks]
-[sighs]
Yes, Diane. I'm eating
a hard-spoiled egg.
I'm a monster. Deal with it.
-Mmm. [munching]
-[clucking]
Transylvania,
we have a problem.
We're losing guests
to that Weird Jester Motel.
Their occupancy
is going through the roof.
[screams]
Ooh. Daddy, your miming
is really improving.
Miming? What's that?
[Wendy grunts]
[laughs] I get it.
You got him out of the box.
[Wendy] Hi, Mavis.
Hi.
Oh, right. I hate
to mime and mosey,
but we're going to be late
for ah-ah-ah class
at the Weird Jester Motel.
Mime class?
They have a bunch of classes.
DIY Wart Implantation,
-Ghoulish as a Second Language.
-[gasps]
Ooh! Hot yoga.
Wait. Wendy,
don't go to mime class.
Stay here and come to
Table Manners with Janice.
[sneezes]
Uh...
Or Xylophone Lessons with Theo.
-[xylophone notes playing]
-[giggling]
[growls]
So sorry.
[Quasimodo] Voila.
Zis is panflakes a la Quasi,
with an extra side of flakes.
I meant Cooking with Quasimodo.
Pardon?
Disastrous. Can you imagine?
I mean... [laughing]
[clucks]
I do not see what is so funny.
I am a five-scar chef.
Why shouldn't I combine fire,
knives, and nincompoops, huh?
Because you'd scare
them all away.
You wouldn't last a day
interacting with guests.
-Oh, no?
-No.
Oh, no?
No.
I never back down
from a challenge.
"Cooking with Quasimodo"
is a go.
Yes! Boom drac-alacka!
Mavis saves the day.
You may do it.
If you succeed, it is good
for the hotel,
and I may claim all credit.
Totally not fair, but okay.
But fail,
and we'll let the dungeon rats
give you both manicures.
I shall look forward to
watching this bloodbath.
[laughing]
Joke is on you. I do not bathe.
-Ew!
-What?
Okay. Aunt Lydia has already
booked your first class
an hour from now.
She obviously thinks
we're going to fail,
so I'm bringing in Hank,
Pedro, Wendy and her dad
for a test run.
Try to go easy on them.
Ugh. Very well.
Bring in the bumbling idiots
and the talking jelly molds
who are probably
just in it for the aprons.
[all] Ooh.
-Free aprons!
-Yes.
[all laughing]
All right.
[groans]
Let's get cooking.
Now, to begin, you must
first learn to b*at an egg.
[grunting]
[gasps]
[yelping]
[panting]
Next, we must pound
the dough like this.
[shouting]
[roars]
-[belching]
-[all gasp]
[grunts]
And lastly,
a pinch of salt.
Ow!
What? His name is Salt.
Bah.
Ugh.
-Argh.
-[sobbing]
Oh, no. Oh, no.
Daddy is very sensitive
to criticism.
Okay. Well,
here is a criticism,
stop being a sniveling baby!
If you cannot take the heat,
then get out
of Quasimodo's kitchen!
[sobbing]
Um... Don't you think
you were a tad mean?
We have to show
Aunt Lydia she's wrong.
So, maybe a little
less yelling?
[yelling]
A little less yelling?
Okay. I heard it that time.
[door opens]
Going well, I see?
No. It's going great.
Hey, hey!
I have never enjoyed myself
so much.
Hmm.
Very well.
I shall confirm
all of our reservations, then.
Okay. If this is
going to work, you need
a personality makeover.
We've got to make you
nice, and fast.
But being mean is how
you turn lumps of
uselessness into chefs.
-[door opens]
-I forgot to mention,
I've been starving
the rats all day. [laughs]
[gulps]
Okay. Nice it is.
Shouldn't we wait for Wendy?
She would kind of love this.
She's still putting
her dad back together.
-[sobbing]
-[sighs] Oh, Daddy.
Eh, what? [yelps]
No, no, no! It is too much.
I have changed my mind.
Quasi, if we're going
to make you nice,
Tiffany says we need to
remove your mean streak.
The mean streak has got to be
so repulsed by its surroundings
that it just sh**t right out.
Sunshine, lollipops,
freckles on a froggy.
No, no.
-[Tiffany] Quick!
His mean streak.
-[belching]
Grab it and just yank it out.
[grunting]
Don't let it get away.
[all grunting]
[growling]
-[all groan]
-[Mavis] Whoa.
[gasps]
[grunts]
What are you doing
there on the floor?
You should be sitting
on a comfy, cozy sofa
instead of resting your little
bum-bums on the hard ground.
[gasps] It worked. It worked!
Yes! Thanks, Tiffany.
[pops]
'Course, Daddy.
Anything you need.
[growling]
[grunts]
[gasps]
[snarls]
Oh, cram it, blabbermouth.
Time to trash this dump.
-[grunts]
-[shatters]
Genial greetings
and soothing salutations.
I am Chef Quasimodo.
May I offer you a free apron?
I can't believe
how well this worked.
Is it too soon
to make cash register noises?
'Cause cha-ching.
For you? It's always
too soon. [laughing]
Am I right, Wendy? Wendy?
Wendy?
Huh. I guess
she's still with her dad.
[snarling]
[laughing]
An apron for you,
and one for you,
and one for you, too.
You know, I think
this might just be
my most successful idea ever.
Aunt Lydia is going
to rue the day
she dared challenge me.
Rue it!
[gasps]
Uh... Mavis?
Ah-bup-bup-bup.
Not now, Hank.
I'm imagining how much ruing
Lydia is going to do.
-I'm guessing zero when
she finds out you k*lled Quasi.
-Huh?
Wasn't me.
Ah-ah-ah-ah.
This is not good.
His insides are trying
to k*ll him with kindness.
But you can help him, right?
Nope. You did this with magic.
What do you want me to do?
Wave a wand and say,
"Ka-dabba-ka-blatha-ka-boo"
and cure him?
Uh... So we have
to find Tiffany?
And his missing mean streak.
He'll need an infusion, stat.
'Kay. We need to split up
to find them.
Be quick. Quasi's afterlife
depends on it.
[Mavis gasps] Holy rabies.
What happened here?
-[Wendy growls]
-[gasps]
Wendy has the mean streak?
I did not see that coming.
[panting] I found Tiffany.
[panting]
I got the mean streak.
I brought a hacky sack.
[grunting]
Let go of me!
Who do you ugly monsters
think you are?
[snarling]
Aw! She's so cute and squishy.
-Easy, Wendy.
We're here to help.
-[screams]
Tiffany, can you save them?
-What am I, a doctor?
-Ha!
Kidding. Wand.
Ka-dabba-ka-blatha-ka-boo.
Ah! So I was right.
[grunting]
[groaning]
[yelps]
Get it off. Get it off!
[grunting]
What are you all staring at?
Paint a portrait.
It'll last longer.
Ooh, I'd love
a portrait. [grunts]
Yes! We did it.
Now, we just need to reset
Quasimodo again
before Aunt Lydia
shows up and--
What is going on in here?
-Uh...
-Well, look who is back.
The apron-loving phony chefs.
I wouldn't serve your food
to my worst enemy,
which is you!
-[all gasp]
-[growling]
-Oh, no.
-Bad riddance.
[sighs] I suppose
I shouldn't be surprised.
Cooking classes with Quasimodo
are hereby canceled.
Manicures for two,
however, begin in one hour.
[laughing]
[Mavis gulps]
[Mavis laughing]
[both laughing]
It tickles.
They love my cooking.
Yeah. It's too bad the class
didn't work out,
but then again, if this is
the punishment, I should
mess up more often.
Thanks, Aunt Lydia.
[growling]
[clucking]
[Mavis] You know what?
We should offer
manicure classes
with Esmeralda.
-I love it.
-[rats squeaking]
[music playing]
[vocalizing]
01x20 - Top Wing/Fried Mean Tomatoes
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Series takes place four years before the events of the original CGI film and follows Mavis and her best friends as they have fun adventures at the hotel while Dracula is away on business with the Vampire Council.
Series takes place four years before the events of the original CGI film and follows Mavis and her best friends as they have fun adventures at the hotel while Dracula is away on business with the Vampire Council.