02x12 - The Ghost is Molly McGee/All in the Mind

[bunniefuu]

Is it gross?
It's gross, isn't it?

No. It's, um...

Okay, I want to soften
this blow, but it's very bad.

I'm not asking you, Molly.
I'm asking her.

- Oh.
- Yes, medically speaking,

this is super gross.

I've run exhaustive tests,

completed a full
metaphysical exam,

and I have to conclude
there's nothing wrong with you.

These bubbles are psychosomatic.
The problem is in the mind.

[gasps] His beautiful brain?
Can you help him?

No, I'm not going
into someone's mind.

Weird stuff in there. Bye!

A bill? For that?

And she's out of network?

Well, maybe there's something
in here.

Molly, I told you
that "Rare Curses" book

is for the Chairman's eyes only.

Do you want
to get better or not?

Yeah, okay, go nuts.

Ooh, a curse to turn me
from 13 to 30

to learn a lesson
about the magic of childhood?

Saving you for later.

Oh, here we go.

A mind portal.

It lets us search
your subconscious.

Whoa, I was kind of hoping

for something less invasive.

Maybe more topical.
Like a tincture or something?

Scratch, you look like a bottle
of soda someone shook up.

If you don't do something,
the carbonation's gonna explode.

But going into my mind?

There's pretty complex stuff
going on in there.

I like tacos.

Hey, if you're searching for
something you're gonna want me,

a world-renowned seeker
in the art of hide-and-seek.

- Found you!
- How?

Yeah, all right.
Let's get it over with.

As Chairman of the Ghost World
I cast a portal to the mind.

With access to the depths,
answers we shall find.

Ooh! Gonna search
all the crevices of your mind,

get to know you so good!

Whoa, this is what
your subconscious looks like?

Feels a bit uninspired
on my part,

but the mind is a mystery.

See? Mystery.

Hi. You can go now.

- [snorts]
- Okay.

How do we know
what we're looking for?

Well, the book said to follow
the ghostly glow.

We'll find it in no time.

We know all the best hiding
spots in the house.

It's time to enter...
seeker mode.

Ooh.

♪ I'm trying to find ♪

♪ What you're hiding ♪

♪ In your mind ♪

♪ Trying to find ♪

♪ What you're hiding ♪

♪ Digging deep ♪

♪ In your brain ♪

♪ Kinda cool ♪

♪ Also very, very strange ♪

♪ Search the closet ♪

♪ Check the couch ♪
Ew!

♪ Your stuffed animals
Are freaking me out ♪

Easy, Twinkle Spots!

♪ I'll find that glow
I'll find it fast ♪

♪ I'll help by searching ♪

♪ The tacos of my past ♪

Hey, Scratch.
I missed you, bud.

Mm. Not now.

♪ I'm trying to find ♪

♪ What you're hiding ♪

♪ In your mind ♪

♪ Got to seek it urgently ♪

- ♪ But where could it be? ♪
- I don't know.

♪ You can hide it
From yourself ♪

♪ But not from me ♪

♪ I'm trying to find ♪

♪ What you've been hiding ♪

♪ Hiding, hiding in your mind ♪

It's got to be here somewhere.
What hiding spot am I missing?

Well, I guess
I have a little secret spot

you don't know about.

Just, uh, look away.

Scratch, you've got to start
opening up.

Hiding things is what got you
all bubbly to begin with.

Fine. I mean, you're too big
to get in my dollhouse anyway.

But don't go thinking
you can take my secret stash

of hard candies just because
you know where I hide them.

Molly McGee,
what have I told you

about putting stickers
on my house?

I didn't put that there!

You vetoed all my door
decoration suggestions

on principle, remember?

I don't want the place
to look inviting

when no one is invited.

It's false advertising.

Oh, wait, look! It's glowing.

That must be
what we're looking for.

- But what about my hard candies?
- [Molly screams]

[both scream]

Where are we?

[snorts]

Deeper into my subconscious.

And it looks like a boat?

Oh, maybe that means
you're emotionally adrift?

Uh, you're not a mental health professional.

Don't psychoanalyze me.

It's not even a real boat.
It's made of cardboard.

Wow. My imagination
is really phoning it in, huh?

Sweet strawberry soda!

[Molly] Whoa. Literally.

[smacks lips]

Mm. Artificial flavoring

and FDA-approved dyes?

That is strawberry soda,
all right.

"Surly Sid's."

Are we inside a bottle?

A cardboard ship in a Surly
Sid's strawberry soda bottle?

What is my mind doing?

Maybe this is a metaphor

for how you're bottling
your emotions up.

You've been repressing
your feelings,

and now they're bubbling
up to the surface.

That's not-- I don't-- No.

There's no evidence
I repress my feelings.

Uh, think there is, bud.

Okay, fine. I'm irritated about
this whole bubble situation.

- That's one thing.
- Great. That's good.

And I'm freaking out

because I don't know
what any of this means,

and I don't know how deep
we're going to have to go

- to get answers.
- Hey, keep going.

[Scratch] And then there's
all this stuff...

- Uh-huh.
- ...that's been brewing in me,

and I don't know
how to deal with it!

And that, whatever that thing
is, that scares me, okay?

- I'm scared!
- [both scream]

[gasps] Scratch, you did it!

You stopped repressing
your feelings.

Yeah. Yeah, I did.

And it feels like a burden
was lifted off my shoulders.

Okay, now we can
get out of here.

Three, two, one.

[both scream]

Okay, we're still
in your subconscious.

I guess it wasn't just your
feelings you were repressing.

There's something else.

Well, this looks pretty simple.
Just go open the trunk?

I mean, seems kind of
anticlimactic, right?

Yeah.

Okay, I should not
have said anything.

How are we gonna get up there?

Uh, just a guess.

Hmm. Okay.

Wait a minute.
Why am I climbing?

[screams and crashes]

Why, subconscious? Why?

[grunting]

[both grunting]

Okay, what is with
this monkey already?

Why is it in a suit?
And why is it on the phone?

Maybe it's got monkey business
to attend to.

[laughs]

Do you get it?

- Because he's...
- You know, they say

when you have to explain it...

[laughing]

[gibbering and shrieking]

Ow! Hey, why are you
throwing bananas at us?

Yeah, you're wasting a perfectly
good source of potassium.

Scratch, I think your brain is
trying to keep us from the top

because you're not ready to face
what you're repressing.

I don't even know
what I've repressed.

That's the whole point.
I've repressed it.

Come on, buddy. Dig deep.

[yelps and spits]

Uh, okay,
maybe it's that time

I double-dipped at our BBQ
and lied about it?

Or when I used your dad's credit
card to buy a water scooter?

Have you really been avoiding
these memories?

You've brought up
the water scooter several times.

- The thing handles...
- [both] Like a dream.

- I know.
- Okay!

I'm out of ideas, all right?

I'm an open book, Molly.

I have no idea
what I would've repressed.

I mean, the only thing I don't
like thinking about is my past.

Ding, ding, ding!
That's got to be it!

Okay I got to level with you, Molly.

Remember when you got me
that strawberry soda

to trigger my memory?

Yeah. It didn't work.

Actually, it kind of did.

I sort of remembered something.

Why didn't you tell me?

Because I don't want
to think about it.

It scared me, so I just shoved
it down as hard as I could.

And the memories
were supposed to go away.

But I guess they just got
to bubble up to the surface

in some kind of dumb metaphor.

Scratch, I think if you want
to be bubble-free,

you got to face
those memories.

We have to look
in that trunk.

Hey, I'm here for you.
No matter what.

You got me.

Okay, let's get this over with.

But for the record, I'm not
doing this to appease you,

monkey business man!

[no audio]

Is that us?

No, I don't think so.

Behold the Eiffel Tower.

On the starboard side,
the Great Pyramids.

And straight ahead,
the tallest building in Chicago.

I can't wait
till we're old enough.

We're gonna go to all these
places, you and me.

We'll mark every new place
we visit with a sticker.

Then one day, the whole
map'll be covered in stars.

Let's make a promise.

Every time we drink this soda,

we'll think of each other.

That way, I'll never forget you.

And you'll never forget me.

[both grunt]

Her name was Adia.

And I think
she was my best friend.

I'm sorry, Scratch.

I know how hard it is
when friends move away.

But I want you to know
I'm here for you,

and I'm not going anywhere.

Ugh! A heads-up next time?

Some got in my mouth!
So gross.

Thanks for pushing me
to face my past, Moll.

I'd hate to not remember you.

Same here, buddy.

Uh, quick question, though.

What was the deal
with the monkey in the suit?

Who can fathom the mysteries
of my mind?

Let's get some tacos.

♪ The Ghost and Molly McGee ♪