Austin & Ally (2011–2016): Season 3, Episode 20 - Horror Stories & Halloween Scares - full transcript
I am the electric Avenger!
And I'm his trusty
sidekick, Spark Plug!
Austin, you look awesome.
And Dez, you look like...
A garbage can.
I was so busy making Austin's costume,
I didn't have time to work on mine.
But I'm still a superhero who
keeps the streets clean.
Of crime!
And trash.
Oh! Cute nurse's costume.
Oh, this isn't a costume.
I got a job at a nursing home.
It's perfect...
me and the old people take
naps at the same time.
Well, you can still wear it to
Jimmy Starr's Halloween party.
Whoo!
Looks like we're
all ready to go.
And when I say
"we're all ready,"
I mean, Ally, hurry
up and get ready.
Just give me a sec.
Ah!
All set.
Guess who I am.
Glass-thingy-in-her-eye girl?
No!
I'm Sylvia Von Harden.
German?
1920s?
Influential journalist and poet?
Oh, that Sylvia Von Harden.
Oh...
Is it just me, or did
the lights go out?
The lights went out.
Is it just me, or did
someone just scream?
You just screamed.
Is it just me, or do I keep
saying "is it just me"?
There's no need to panic.
It's not like we're stuck here.
Okay, panic. We're stuck here.
My dad installed
automatic door locks.
We can't leave until the
power comes back on.
That means we're trapped
in a dark music store
on the scariest
night of the year.
The night the headless security guard
roams the mall looking for a new head.
Me again?
I can't get a hold of my dad.
Who knows how long we're
going to be stuck here?
Ah, man.
We're going to miss
Jimmy's party.
And get our heads chopped off
by the headless security guard!
Muah-ha-ha-ha-ha...
Actually, he doesn't
have an evil laugh.
He doesn't have a mouth.
Hey, why don't we have a contest to
see who can tell the scariest story?
Oh, great idea.
I'm totally going to
beat you and Dez.
What about me?
Hey! Just because I
don't like being scared
doesn't mean I can't
scare you guys.
Ally, please.
Leave the scary stuff
to the experts.
Hey, what's that in the window?
What?
Boo!
Dez, don't scare Ally like that.
Scare her like this.
Guys, stop it.
It's okay, Ally.
I won't scare you.
Thanks, Trish.
Can you guys just tell
your stupid stories?
Okay, I'll go first.
My story's called "the creature
from the South Beach swamp."
It was a dark and foggy night.
Mm-hmm. Okay.
Tell me what happened.
Well, I was standing right
where you're standing,
when this tall green thing
came out of the water.
Sounds like the South beach
swamp creature to me.
He's been terrorizing
these parts for years.
They say he emerges from the water,
sneaking up behind his victims.
Rumor has it, he's covered in
green moss, walks with a limp,
and before he drags his
victims to a watery grave,
he makes an eerie, low moan.
Mm-hmm, just like that.
No! Don't take me.
I'm too pretty to die.
No!
Be your friend. Hmm.
No!
Wait...
Did you say "be your friend"
or "eat you, friend"?
Uh...
The first one.
Whoo! All right.
It was horrible.
He was tall, smelly
and disgusting.
There he is!
And the swamp
creature's with him.
Don't hurt us.
I'm too pretty to die.
Don't be scared.
He's just like me and you.
Except apparently he
eats tambourines. Whoo!
Don't be alarmed by
his backwoods ways.
He's just misunderstood.
Look what I taught him.
What up?
What are you going
to do with him?
You can't just send him
back to the swamp.
That poor, hideous thing
must be so lonely.
We gotta get him out of here
before people try to hurt him.
People are only afraid of the swamp
creature because he's different.
We need to show the townsfolk
that he's just like them.
There's only one way to do that.
Slowly integrate
him into society
by teaching him manners
and our social norms?
No.
We're going to do a
song-and-dance routine.
Mm-hmm.
Ladies and gentlemen, for years we've
been terrified of the swamp creature.
But tonight, you'll see
there's nothing to fear.
Come on out, swampy.
No no! Don't be afraid.
Wait till you see his footwork.
Mm-hmm.
Hit it!
Litter bug!
Calm down. He's harmless!
Okay, maybe he's
extremely dangerous.
For someone who hates littering,
he's sure making a mess.
What were you thinking, swampy?
You can't just go crazy in
front of people like that.
Now we're never going
to make it to Broadway.
Mm-mm.
Knowing the swamp creature could
never live amongst humans,
sheriff Dez took him back
to the South Beach swamp.
Knowing you can never
live amongst us humans,
I've taken you back to
the South Beach swamp.
I'm going to miss you.
What up?
Friends forever?
Friends forever.
All right, big guy.
You can let go now.
Forever.
What? No!
I don't want to go
to a watery grave.
I told you, I'm too
pretty to die!
No!
So the swamp creature took the
sheriff to a watery grave?
Yep. I guess you could say they
lived happily never after.
Not scary.
On a scale of...
To...
I give it a... meh.
Ooh! My turn.
Get ready for "the tale
of the haunted violin."
It was a dark and foggy night.
Wow! Esmeralda, are you sure
you've never taken lessons before?
I've been playing for years.
Maybe you should be
giving me lessons.
Okay.
See you tomorrow.
Hey, Ally.
Hey, Esmeralda.
Up high?
Down low. Too slow!
Oh, I love that kid.
Hey, have you seen my guitar?
It's like it just vanished.
No, but that's not the first
instrument that's gone missing.
A lot of weird stuff has
been going on around here.
Ah! Like that.
What's going on?
Guess who's here to haunt you!
Who are you?
I am Patricia.
You sold my violin,
and I want it back.
She... she... she sold it.
I don't even work here.
Uh, we sell lots of violins.
Can you be more specific?
Mahogany, yea big.
It says "haunted" on the case.
Oh, that one.
It was a phone order.
I sold it a couple of weeks ago.
I think I still
have the address.
Well, get it back, or I
will haunt you forever!
You mean you'll
haunt her, right?
'Cause again, I
don't even work...
get my violin!
So they traced the address of the
customer who bought the violin,
and it led them to
an unusual location.
A cemetery?
What an unusual location.
Do you hear that?
I can't hear anything over
that creepy violin music.
I'm talking about the
creepy violin music.
So you sold the violin to a
guy who lives at a cemetery?
Yeah.
His name is Dezmond
Moorehouse III.
That's the name on
that gravestone.
That means...
I sold the violin to a...
Yep. A dead guy!
Has Patricia sent
you for the violin?
You know her?
She used to be my love, but then
we quarreled on her birthday
and she hasn't talked
to me in two centuries.
Ohh.
How sad.
And terrifying.
But, um, mostly sad.
I bought her violin, hoping
it would lure her to me.
Um...
If we want Patricia to
stop haunting sonic boom,
we need to get her and
Dezmond back together.
We'll tell her we found her
violin at the cemetery.
When she gets here,
Dezmond can win her back.
It shouldn't be too hard.
He's drop dead gorgeous.
So, you found my violin?
Yes, but we don't have it.
Who does?
Hello, Patricia.
You.
You look good.
You don't look a day over 250.
I'm still not talking to you.
What kind of husband puts
dynamite on a birthday cake?
I thought they were
really big candles.
I made a wish and
my head blew off.
Mine blew off as well!
Guys guys.
Forget who blew up who.
That was a long time ago.
The point is, he took your violin
so that you would come back to him.
Is that true, Dezmond?
I guess I still have
feelings for you.
I guess I've always...
stop talking and come here.
I may be dead, but I don't have
eternity to listen to you blabber on.
Aww.
Excuse me? A little
privacy here.
You're the ones who
can disappear.
Oh, right.
I'm glad we got
them back together.
Yeah. And now that Patricia
has her violin back,
sonic boom won't be
haunted anymore.
Or not.
Hello.
Esmeralda, what are
you doing here?
I wanted to thank you for getting
my parents back together.
Wait.
Your parents are
Patricia and Dezmond?
I've been giving
lessons to a ghost.
I said I've been
playing for years.
Hundreds of years.
And I'm gonna haunt
you for 100 more.
By the way, I can't make
my lesson next Tuesday.
I have a dentist appointment!
And that's the story
of the haunted violin.
Esmeralda still haunts
the music store...
To this day!
Uh, now I really want
to get out of here.
Please, the only thing scary
about being trapped here
is having to listen to
Dez's lame stories.
I hope the power comes on soon.
They say the headless security guard
makes his final rounds at midnight.
Relax, Ally.
You're not gonna lose your head
for another... four minutes.
Oh, good.
So I still have time
to tell my story.
I call it "the
Teddy bear scare."
Four friends were coming back
from a fun day at the carnival.
Awesome!
Man, I love the carnival.
Those bumper cars
were so much fun.
That was the parking lot.
And next time, I'm driving.
I can't believe you
won that bear.
I don't even want it.
You guys want it?
Oh, no, thanks.
I'd take it, but there's not enough
room on my bed for another stuffed...
I mean...
I'm a little old for
stuffed animals,
don't you think?
Something about this
thing's eyes freak me out.
I'm getting rid of it.
That reminds me.
I told my dad we'd clean
the upstairs refrigerator.
Those old leftovers are
starting to smell.
Oh, yes! I'm starving.
Whoo!
Oh!
You can smell those
leftovers from...
wait, isn't that the bear
you just threw away?
Yeah. That's weird.
How did it get up here?
Guys, there's a perfectly
good explanation for this.
There's clearly a space-time vortex
in the downstairs garbage can.
I don't know what the explanation
is, but it's definitely not that.
I don't care how it got up
here, just get rid of it.
Let's throw it out the window.
Yeah. Let's do it.
Ohh!
- Whoo!
- Looks like that truck took care of it.
Guys, there's obviously
an explanation for this.
There's a second vortex...
there's no vortex! That
thing's possessed.
This is really creeping me out.
I can't look at
its eyes anymore.
I'll take care of it.
I'll take care of it.
Oh, get it.
You don't think...?
Go.
Okay.
Okay, this has to work.
When nothing seemed to work,
the gang was forced to
take extreme measures.
All right, that's it.
We have to take
extreme measures.
Everybody, grab a leg.
Okay.
Not my leg. The bear's leg.
Okay, I'm sending its right arm to
China and its left arm to France.
And I'm sending its belly to
Alaska and its legs to Africa.
And I'm sending
its head to Fiji.
I hear it's lovely
this time of year.
Okay.
Whoo.
Well, now that this is
over I'm gonna take a nap.
I can finally sleep knowing I'm
never gonna see that bear again.
Yeah.
I think I'll take that best
scary story prize now.
We haven't heard
Ally's story yet.
I bet it's really scary...
Hey, the lights are back on.
Finally, we can get out of here.
It's midnight. You
know what that means.
Oh, yeah.
Happy new year.
No!
The headless security guard makes
his final rounds at midnight.
Do you hear that?
Look!
The headless security guard!
Run for your lives!
Come on, guys. We're running...
From the guy with no head.
Nice try, Ally.
Yeah, you're not fooling us.
That's George, the real
mall security guard.
Fine.
You can come out from
under there, George.
I told you they
wouldn't fall for it.
Ally, you're just not cut
for this kind of stuff.
Your idea of scary is getting
a "b-plus" on a test.
Ha ha. Very funny.
Yeah, Ally. You're so
not scary, it's scary.
Okay, I get it.
I told you. Leave the scary
stuff to the professionals.
Boo!
I said "I get it."
I get it, I get it, I get it!
What's wrong with Ally?!
I think she's possessed!
So you're not scared of me?
How about now?!
Yes, we're scared.
Please don't hurt us.
I'm too pretty to die.
I got you.
- What?
- I just scared you guys
big time.
Wait.
That was all a prank?
That's right. I planned it all.
The lights, the tables, the instruments,
the security guard. Everything.
I can't believe you got us.
I was terrified.
Yeah, not cool, Ally. Not cool.
She may have fooled you guys,
but she didn't fool me.
I knew it was fake.
It was so obvious.
Boo!
Wasn't Halloween
great this year?
Yeah, it was great how you
pulled that prank on us.
You don't have to
keep bringing it up.
Remember when you guys huddled
together and were about to cry?
That was hilarious.
It's not funny anymore.
Excuse me?
I'm here to sign up
for music lessons.
I hope you don't mind, I
brought my Teddy bear with me.
And I'm his trusty
sidekick, Spark Plug!
Austin, you look awesome.
And Dez, you look like...
A garbage can.
I was so busy making Austin's costume,
I didn't have time to work on mine.
But I'm still a superhero who
keeps the streets clean.
Of crime!
And trash.
Oh! Cute nurse's costume.
Oh, this isn't a costume.
I got a job at a nursing home.
It's perfect...
me and the old people take
naps at the same time.
Well, you can still wear it to
Jimmy Starr's Halloween party.
Whoo!
Looks like we're
all ready to go.
And when I say
"we're all ready,"
I mean, Ally, hurry
up and get ready.
Just give me a sec.
Ah!
All set.
Guess who I am.
Glass-thingy-in-her-eye girl?
No!
I'm Sylvia Von Harden.
German?
1920s?
Influential journalist and poet?
Oh, that Sylvia Von Harden.
Oh...
Is it just me, or did
the lights go out?
The lights went out.
Is it just me, or did
someone just scream?
You just screamed.
Is it just me, or do I keep
saying "is it just me"?
There's no need to panic.
It's not like we're stuck here.
Okay, panic. We're stuck here.
My dad installed
automatic door locks.
We can't leave until the
power comes back on.
That means we're trapped
in a dark music store
on the scariest
night of the year.
The night the headless security guard
roams the mall looking for a new head.
Me again?
I can't get a hold of my dad.
Who knows how long we're
going to be stuck here?
Ah, man.
We're going to miss
Jimmy's party.
And get our heads chopped off
by the headless security guard!
Muah-ha-ha-ha-ha...
Actually, he doesn't
have an evil laugh.
He doesn't have a mouth.
Hey, why don't we have a contest to
see who can tell the scariest story?
Oh, great idea.
I'm totally going to
beat you and Dez.
What about me?
Hey! Just because I
don't like being scared
doesn't mean I can't
scare you guys.
Ally, please.
Leave the scary stuff
to the experts.
Hey, what's that in the window?
What?
Boo!
Dez, don't scare Ally like that.
Scare her like this.
Guys, stop it.
It's okay, Ally.
I won't scare you.
Thanks, Trish.
Can you guys just tell
your stupid stories?
Okay, I'll go first.
My story's called "the creature
from the South Beach swamp."
It was a dark and foggy night.
Mm-hmm. Okay.
Tell me what happened.
Well, I was standing right
where you're standing,
when this tall green thing
came out of the water.
Sounds like the South beach
swamp creature to me.
He's been terrorizing
these parts for years.
They say he emerges from the water,
sneaking up behind his victims.
Rumor has it, he's covered in
green moss, walks with a limp,
and before he drags his
victims to a watery grave,
he makes an eerie, low moan.
Mm-hmm, just like that.
No! Don't take me.
I'm too pretty to die.
No!
Be your friend. Hmm.
No!
Wait...
Did you say "be your friend"
or "eat you, friend"?
Uh...
The first one.
Whoo! All right.
It was horrible.
He was tall, smelly
and disgusting.
There he is!
And the swamp
creature's with him.
Don't hurt us.
I'm too pretty to die.
Don't be scared.
He's just like me and you.
Except apparently he
eats tambourines. Whoo!
Don't be alarmed by
his backwoods ways.
He's just misunderstood.
Look what I taught him.
What up?
What are you going
to do with him?
You can't just send him
back to the swamp.
That poor, hideous thing
must be so lonely.
We gotta get him out of here
before people try to hurt him.
People are only afraid of the swamp
creature because he's different.
We need to show the townsfolk
that he's just like them.
There's only one way to do that.
Slowly integrate
him into society
by teaching him manners
and our social norms?
No.
We're going to do a
song-and-dance routine.
Mm-hmm.
Ladies and gentlemen, for years we've
been terrified of the swamp creature.
But tonight, you'll see
there's nothing to fear.
Come on out, swampy.
No no! Don't be afraid.
Wait till you see his footwork.
Mm-hmm.
Hit it!
Litter bug!
Calm down. He's harmless!
Okay, maybe he's
extremely dangerous.
For someone who hates littering,
he's sure making a mess.
What were you thinking, swampy?
You can't just go crazy in
front of people like that.
Now we're never going
to make it to Broadway.
Mm-mm.
Knowing the swamp creature could
never live amongst humans,
sheriff Dez took him back
to the South Beach swamp.
Knowing you can never
live amongst us humans,
I've taken you back to
the South Beach swamp.
I'm going to miss you.
What up?
Friends forever?
Friends forever.
All right, big guy.
You can let go now.
Forever.
What? No!
I don't want to go
to a watery grave.
I told you, I'm too
pretty to die!
No!
So the swamp creature took the
sheriff to a watery grave?
Yep. I guess you could say they
lived happily never after.
Not scary.
On a scale of...
To...
I give it a... meh.
Ooh! My turn.
Get ready for "the tale
of the haunted violin."
It was a dark and foggy night.
Wow! Esmeralda, are you sure
you've never taken lessons before?
I've been playing for years.
Maybe you should be
giving me lessons.
Okay.
See you tomorrow.
Hey, Ally.
Hey, Esmeralda.
Up high?
Down low. Too slow!
Oh, I love that kid.
Hey, have you seen my guitar?
It's like it just vanished.
No, but that's not the first
instrument that's gone missing.
A lot of weird stuff has
been going on around here.
Ah! Like that.
What's going on?
Guess who's here to haunt you!
Who are you?
I am Patricia.
You sold my violin,
and I want it back.
She... she... she sold it.
I don't even work here.
Uh, we sell lots of violins.
Can you be more specific?
Mahogany, yea big.
It says "haunted" on the case.
Oh, that one.
It was a phone order.
I sold it a couple of weeks ago.
I think I still
have the address.
Well, get it back, or I
will haunt you forever!
You mean you'll
haunt her, right?
'Cause again, I
don't even work...
get my violin!
So they traced the address of the
customer who bought the violin,
and it led them to
an unusual location.
A cemetery?
What an unusual location.
Do you hear that?
I can't hear anything over
that creepy violin music.
I'm talking about the
creepy violin music.
So you sold the violin to a
guy who lives at a cemetery?
Yeah.
His name is Dezmond
Moorehouse III.
That's the name on
that gravestone.
That means...
I sold the violin to a...
Yep. A dead guy!
Has Patricia sent
you for the violin?
You know her?
She used to be my love, but then
we quarreled on her birthday
and she hasn't talked
to me in two centuries.
Ohh.
How sad.
And terrifying.
But, um, mostly sad.
I bought her violin, hoping
it would lure her to me.
Um...
If we want Patricia to
stop haunting sonic boom,
we need to get her and
Dezmond back together.
We'll tell her we found her
violin at the cemetery.
When she gets here,
Dezmond can win her back.
It shouldn't be too hard.
He's drop dead gorgeous.
So, you found my violin?
Yes, but we don't have it.
Who does?
Hello, Patricia.
You.
You look good.
You don't look a day over 250.
I'm still not talking to you.
What kind of husband puts
dynamite on a birthday cake?
I thought they were
really big candles.
I made a wish and
my head blew off.
Mine blew off as well!
Guys guys.
Forget who blew up who.
That was a long time ago.
The point is, he took your violin
so that you would come back to him.
Is that true, Dezmond?
I guess I still have
feelings for you.
I guess I've always...
stop talking and come here.
I may be dead, but I don't have
eternity to listen to you blabber on.
Aww.
Excuse me? A little
privacy here.
You're the ones who
can disappear.
Oh, right.
I'm glad we got
them back together.
Yeah. And now that Patricia
has her violin back,
sonic boom won't be
haunted anymore.
Or not.
Hello.
Esmeralda, what are
you doing here?
I wanted to thank you for getting
my parents back together.
Wait.
Your parents are
Patricia and Dezmond?
I've been giving
lessons to a ghost.
I said I've been
playing for years.
Hundreds of years.
And I'm gonna haunt
you for 100 more.
By the way, I can't make
my lesson next Tuesday.
I have a dentist appointment!
And that's the story
of the haunted violin.
Esmeralda still haunts
the music store...
To this day!
Uh, now I really want
to get out of here.
Please, the only thing scary
about being trapped here
is having to listen to
Dez's lame stories.
I hope the power comes on soon.
They say the headless security guard
makes his final rounds at midnight.
Relax, Ally.
You're not gonna lose your head
for another... four minutes.
Oh, good.
So I still have time
to tell my story.
I call it "the
Teddy bear scare."
Four friends were coming back
from a fun day at the carnival.
Awesome!
Man, I love the carnival.
Those bumper cars
were so much fun.
That was the parking lot.
And next time, I'm driving.
I can't believe you
won that bear.
I don't even want it.
You guys want it?
Oh, no, thanks.
I'd take it, but there's not enough
room on my bed for another stuffed...
I mean...
I'm a little old for
stuffed animals,
don't you think?
Something about this
thing's eyes freak me out.
I'm getting rid of it.
That reminds me.
I told my dad we'd clean
the upstairs refrigerator.
Those old leftovers are
starting to smell.
Oh, yes! I'm starving.
Whoo!
Oh!
You can smell those
leftovers from...
wait, isn't that the bear
you just threw away?
Yeah. That's weird.
How did it get up here?
Guys, there's a perfectly
good explanation for this.
There's clearly a space-time vortex
in the downstairs garbage can.
I don't know what the explanation
is, but it's definitely not that.
I don't care how it got up
here, just get rid of it.
Let's throw it out the window.
Yeah. Let's do it.
Ohh!
- Whoo!
- Looks like that truck took care of it.
Guys, there's obviously
an explanation for this.
There's a second vortex...
there's no vortex! That
thing's possessed.
This is really creeping me out.
I can't look at
its eyes anymore.
I'll take care of it.
I'll take care of it.
Oh, get it.
You don't think...?
Go.
Okay.
Okay, this has to work.
When nothing seemed to work,
the gang was forced to
take extreme measures.
All right, that's it.
We have to take
extreme measures.
Everybody, grab a leg.
Okay.
Not my leg. The bear's leg.
Okay, I'm sending its right arm to
China and its left arm to France.
And I'm sending its belly to
Alaska and its legs to Africa.
And I'm sending
its head to Fiji.
I hear it's lovely
this time of year.
Okay.
Whoo.
Well, now that this is
over I'm gonna take a nap.
I can finally sleep knowing I'm
never gonna see that bear again.
Yeah.
I think I'll take that best
scary story prize now.
We haven't heard
Ally's story yet.
I bet it's really scary...
Hey, the lights are back on.
Finally, we can get out of here.
It's midnight. You
know what that means.
Oh, yeah.
Happy new year.
No!
The headless security guard makes
his final rounds at midnight.
Do you hear that?
Look!
The headless security guard!
Run for your lives!
Come on, guys. We're running...
From the guy with no head.
Nice try, Ally.
Yeah, you're not fooling us.
That's George, the real
mall security guard.
Fine.
You can come out from
under there, George.
I told you they
wouldn't fall for it.
Ally, you're just not cut
for this kind of stuff.
Your idea of scary is getting
a "b-plus" on a test.
Ha ha. Very funny.
Yeah, Ally. You're so
not scary, it's scary.
Okay, I get it.
I told you. Leave the scary
stuff to the professionals.
Boo!
I said "I get it."
I get it, I get it, I get it!
What's wrong with Ally?!
I think she's possessed!
So you're not scared of me?
How about now?!
Yes, we're scared.
Please don't hurt us.
I'm too pretty to die.
I got you.
- What?
- I just scared you guys
big time.
Wait.
That was all a prank?
That's right. I planned it all.
The lights, the tables, the instruments,
the security guard. Everything.
I can't believe you got us.
I was terrified.
Yeah, not cool, Ally. Not cool.
She may have fooled you guys,
but she didn't fool me.
I knew it was fake.
It was so obvious.
Boo!
Wasn't Halloween
great this year?
Yeah, it was great how you
pulled that prank on us.
You don't have to
keep bringing it up.
Remember when you guys huddled
together and were about to cry?
That was hilarious.
It's not funny anymore.
Excuse me?
I'm here to sign up
for music lessons.
I hope you don't mind, I
brought my Teddy bear with me.