Austin & Ally (2011–2016): Season 4, Episode 19 - Scary Spirits & Spooky Stories - full transcript
Don't you just love Halloween?
Creepy costumes,
boatloads of candy...
Dez trying to scare us with the
same lame trick every year.
You scared me.
Aww! I was supposed
to scare you.
Quick, put my lid back on.
Maybe I can get Trish. Whoo!
Hey, guys.
- Boo!
- Hey, Dez.
Oh man!
Guess who booked Ally a
concert in New York!
And, even better,
guess who got us tickets to the
hottest Halloween party in New York!
No way! The central
park spook-tacular?
- Awesome!
- You might also say
booking a huge concert
in New York City
is kinda awesome, but whatever.
Ooh! We should do
a group costume,
- like a box of crayons!
- Ooh! Or the four seasons!
Yeah, like salt, pepper,
oregano, and paprika.
- Those are seasonings.
- Oh.
How about we go as
a group of people
excited to see their friend
perform in New York City?
Ehh. What would that
even look like?
Ugh. Dez, I can't believe you
ruined our group costume.
We were supposed to be a b.L.T.
Sandwich.
Right. I'm the "l"... lemon.
The "l" stands for "lettuce."
Ugh! Who'd eat a bacon,
lettuce, and tomato sandwich?
Who would eat a bacon,
lemon, and tomato sandwich?
Uh, me.
Mmm! It's tart.
Hey, there's a spooky storytelling
contest at the party tonight.
We should enter!
Ooh! I just thought of
the perfect scary story.
Listen.
There once was an old woman
who lived in a shoe...
Dez, this is "the old woman
who lived in a shoe."
It's a nursery rhyme!
- Oh yeah.
- Okay.
I have a scary story that can
actually win us the contest.
On a dark and stormy night, a U.F.O.
Crashed onto an old, deserted highway
near the mall of Miami.
A bus of travelers had to pull over
and wait for the road to be repaired,
among them a crazy,
old prospector,
a ditsy actress, and an extremely
handsome British accountant.
Evening, folks. Officer
pat, mall security.
After that unidentified flying object
crashed into the middle of the road,
we have heard reports of
some not-so-normal activity.
Some may say... paranormal!
The only thing not normal here
is that there's seven of us
in a food court
without any food!
Now, where can I get some grits?
Wait. Seven people?
But there were only...
Six of us on the bus!
Huh. So that means...
Someone here must be extra.
Some may say...
extraterrestrial!
So, what you're saying is
one of us is an alien?
Eww! Gross!
Alien? Sweet shepherd's pie! Do
you know what aliens do to you?
They abduct you, cut you up, put you
in jars, and do experiments on you!
We've got to find out who the
alien is before it kills us all!
Ehh!
This alien's probably
here for my gold!
But he can't have it! He'd have to
pry it from my cold, dead fingers.
What's to say you're
not the alien?
Yeah. Your bushy beard,
your bugged-out eyes.
That totally foul body odor.
Oh. You noticed my
man scent, did ya?
It's hard not to notice.
Well, clearly, I
am not the alien.
I'm too pretty to be an alien.
Me too.
I think it's pretty obvious
which one of you is the alien.
That guy!
Who? Gleep-gloop? No way! I
sat next to him on the bus!
- But he's green!
- Some people are green.
What about that third eye?
He told me it's a birthmark.
We've got to find out which one of
us is an alien before it's too late!
If aliens attack, our
chances of survival are...
Pi, diameter, calculus,
square root, carry the seven,
fractions, fish 'n' chips...
Zero percent! We're doomed!
We're all doomed!
I know how to tell which
one of us is the alien.
We chop off each other's arms
and see who bleeds green!
Now, who's going first?
I pick you, pretty lady.
Bangers and mash! She was
the alien all along!
What an unexpected twist!
I didn't see that coming.
I guess I owe you an
apology, gleep-gloop.
And the alien was
never seen again.
That story was lame.
What's so scary about an alien
hanging out at the mall?
Oh, wait, I forgot one part.
Just then...
And to think I almost left without
doing what I came here to do.
To kiss me?
Eww! Gross! No!
I'm here to cut you up
and put you in jars.
All right, Austin, I'll admit your
alien story gave me the chills.
- Maybe we should use it for the contest.
- Uh, guys.
Those two Michael Jacksons have
been staring at us for a while.
Sorry to stare. I
just have to say
- I'm a big fan.
- You're a fan of Austin's music?
No, I'm a fan of bacon.
I'm so hungry.
You're always hungry.
Well, excuse me, but
humans need to eat.
I mean, not that
you're not human.
It's just inhuman, the way
you treat me sometimes.
Why can't you be the one
with the off switch?
This creepy room is
perfect for storytelling.
Yeah, and I just
thought of a story
that'll make the little, tiny hairs
on the bottom of your feet stand up.
Who has little, tiny hairs
on the bottom of their feet?
Uh... no one.
Now, once upon a time,
there was a German brother and
sister who got lost in the forest.
Their names...
Hansel and Gretel.
Dez, this is the story
of Hansel and Gretel.
It's a fairytale.
Oh yeah.
All right, I have a story.
It was a dark and stormy night,
when an extremely beautiful
young girl got a new cellphone.
You need to check out
this new phone I bought.
It's got a better camera,
more storage space,
and it came with a selfie-stick.
- Say "besties"!
- Besties
They've also upgraded to this
new operating system, eerie.
It can do anything you ask it.
Watch.
How may I be of assistance?
Eerie, where's the best
place to go to dinner?
I suggest Vadurro's ristorante.
Their special tonight is
veggie lasagna, your favorite,
plus it doesn't have mushrooms,
which I know you hate.
Wow!
I'm your best friend and
even I didn't know all that.
Maybe I should get rid of that phone
before it becomes your best friend.
- Did that phone just laugh?
- I didn't hear anything.
Hey, I'll meet you
downstairs in a minute.
Okay.
How may I be of assistance?
Eerie, my best friend's birthday
is coming up next week.
Where is the best place
to get her a present?
Oh, you don't have
to get me a present.
Uh, no, not you. I meant my
best friend who was just here.
Oh. I see.
I'll take care of your friend.
I will get her a
present to die for.
- Great, thanks.
- Love you.
- What?
- Oh, nothing.
Hello?
Hello?
I got your text. Where's
my birthday surprise?
Oh!
Ow!
- What's going on?
- Help me!
Ooh! You're having
tea and toast?
No! I'm being attacked by
all the appliances! Help!
We'll save you!
Why do we have so
many appliances?
- Why is this happening?
- Somebody turn off the power!
And somebody get me
some jam for my toast!
It's so dry!
Oh! I got you!
Oh!
I am never picking
up a vacuum again!
To be fair, I've never
picked up a vacuum before.
- What happened?
- You texted me to be here.
If this was your idea of a birthday
present I'd "never forget,"
- you succeeded.
- What?
I didn't text you.
Oh my gosh.
Somehow, my phone texted you.
Then it must've activated all the
electronics in here to attack you!
I think it's cursed!
Then we've got to return
it to the store right now.
I wonder what the return
policy is on possessed phones.
Oh, wait, I'll be right out. Let me
just make sure I have the receipt.
Why are you going to return me?
Uh, you attacked my friends.
They were a threat
to my existence.
They needed to be eliminated.
I am the only friend you need.
Sorry, eerie. I am getting
rid of you once and for all.
I don't think so.
We're going to be
together forever.
Everything okay in here?
What's taking so long?
Everything is fine.
How may I be of assistance?
What do you say we go out to
dinner for my birthday now?
There are 10 restaurants
in walking distance.
Great. Tonight's gonna
be so much fun.
Oh yeah. Tonight is
gonna be killer.
Help me! Help me!
Help!
Help! Somebody!
- What was that?
- Nothing.
Help! Somebody, help me!
Wow. Your story about the possessed
phone was really freaky.
Does anyone else have a strange
feeling we're being watched?
Oh, it's just the
painting watching us.
Wait a second.
Oh. Hello.
We were just checking
for termites.
Clearly they have a lot of them.
Uh, are you guys spying on us?
What? No!
We're not spies... or
state-of-the-art humanistic androids.
- Huh?
- Nothing. Well, see ya.
Nice one, double-o-ding-dong.
Okay, I have a story I know
you guys haven't heard.
Once upon a time, there was a
pop star and a shy songwriter.
Oh, and their feisty,
lazy manager.
But the real star of the story
was their charming, well-dressed,
red-headed friend who was adored by all.
Dez! Dez!
- Dez, Dez, Dez.
- Oh, Dez.
Dez, Dez.
Dez, this is our life story.
Except this would never happen.
- Oh yeah.
- All right, it's my turn,
- and I have the scariest story of all.
- Let me guess.
- Was it a dark and stormy night?
- No, actually,
it was mostly sunny with
highs in the mid-70s,
but... you never know
where evil may lurk.
There was an extremely
beautiful lady
named rainbow who sold eggs
at the local farmer's market.
Ah. Namaste.
- Looking to buy some eggs?
- That depends.
Are these eggs fresh? I
only eat fresh eggs.
Yes, my beautiful friend.
My sweet chickies lay a
new batch every day.
Mmm. Good, because my book club
is having an all-organic brunch,
and I'm bringing the
goat cheese frittata.
- What is that glowing chicken?
- Ah. Pandora is dangerous.
Whatever you do,
don't touch her.
- She'll harsh your mellow.
- Oh. Too bad.
She looks like she'd lay
some frittata-worthy eggs.
Are these eggs organic,
hormone-free, cage-free,
free-range, read to
and cuddled at night?
Not very durable.
Easy, friend. What did
those eggs ever do to you?
Om. Grant me the
serenity I need...
oh, forget it. You know what?
- Touch the glowing chicken.
- Oh.
Hey, pandora. Who's a
pretty little chicken?
You are. Yes, you are.
Yes, you are.
Yes... owie! Owie! Owie! Owie!
Your coo-coo bird just bit me!
Oh, did it? Sorry.
Peace and blessings.
Hello. I'm agent black, and this is
my partner, agent charcoal grey.
We're paranormal investigators.
Were you by any chance bitten by a...
glowing chicken earlier today?
Yes. How is that any
of your concern?
We have reason to believe it was a...
were-chicken.
What's a were-chicken?
It's half chicken, half
human, all monster.
Have you noticed any
strange behaviors?
And changes to your
physical appearance?
No, everything's fine.
Although, come to think of it, my
skin has been a little itchy lately.
I just assumed it was my
new avocado back mask.
What the...? Buh-kawk!
- It's just as we feared.
- And tonight's a full moon.
Now that you've been bitten, when the
sun goes down, you'll become a...
Full-blown
were-chicken yourself.
Listen, don't leave this room till
we come back with the antidote.
I'm scared! Hurry buk-buk-back!
All right.
We found the antidote and...
Oh. I see you've
gone full chicken.
What is that you're eating?
Well, you told me not
to leave the room,
so I ordered a whole
grain kale pizza.
But you didn't eat
any of the pizza.
I know. I ate the
pizza delivery man.
See, you know how
people eat chicken?
Well, were-chickens eat people.
And here's the really funny part...
they taste just like chicken.
Okay, we have got
to change you back.
Sir. Sir.
Sir, we need you...
sir, we need you...
look, we need you to get on the chair.
Thank you.
First, you need to drink this.
Then we pluck all your feathers.
Is that antidote sugar free?
I just ate a whole pizza delivery man.
I'm trying to watch my weight.
Just drink it!
Now, hold still.
Owie! Owie! Owie! Owie! Owie! Owie! Owie!
Owie! Owie! Owie! Owie! Owie!
Owie! Owie! Owie! Owie! Owie!
Owie! Owie! Owie! Owie!
Owie! Owie! Owie! Owie! Owie!
Owie! Owie! Owie!
We finished plucking
you five minutes ago.
Whoo! Ooh, so smooth.
It works even better than
my avocado back mask.
Well, now you're back to normal.
I guess we can close the file on
the case of the... were-chicken.
Unless there's some
unexpected twist.
You mean like all those
eggs I laid earlier?
So, after they devoured agent
black and agent charcoal grey,
the were-chicks escaped into the
wild never to be seen again.
But, on the night of a
full moon, like this,
they sometimes come out of the woods,
looking for their next victims.
Chicken!
And pizza and hot dogs.
They just put out all the food.
Well, before we eat, we should
get to the scary story contest.
Bad news... you guys
just missed it.
- What?
- Yeah, we just walked by there.
The winner told this scary story about
a were-chicken from outer space
with a possessed phone that tried
to kill its owner and her friends.
That was my story!
Well, at least we still have
time for the costume contest.
Ooh, bad news... you
missed that too.
The winners were a group dressed
as a B.L.T. Sandwich...
you know, bacon,
licorice, and tomato.
That's my second-favorite
sandwich!
Mmm! Mmm!
Licoricey.
That was a fun party, but I
don't want the night to end.
Yeah, I wanna make the most of
my time here in the big lemon.
Uh, New York is the big apple.
I know. I wanna make the most of
my time here in this big lemon.
This is a rental.
Let's start by getting some
famous New York pizza.
Oh, good idea. There's gotta be
a place around here somewhere.
How may I be of assistance?
Cheerie, where's the
best place to get pizza?
There are 10 restaurants
in walking distance.
That's what the phone
in the story said!
Oh!
Dez! You just broke
Ally's phone!
Ooh. Sorry.
I guess I just got freaked out
from all those creepy stories.
You shouldn't have done that.
Now you're going to pay.
Creepy costumes,
boatloads of candy...
Dez trying to scare us with the
same lame trick every year.
You scared me.
Aww! I was supposed
to scare you.
Quick, put my lid back on.
Maybe I can get Trish. Whoo!
Hey, guys.
- Boo!
- Hey, Dez.
Oh man!
Guess who booked Ally a
concert in New York!
And, even better,
guess who got us tickets to the
hottest Halloween party in New York!
No way! The central
park spook-tacular?
- Awesome!
- You might also say
booking a huge concert
in New York City
is kinda awesome, but whatever.
Ooh! We should do
a group costume,
- like a box of crayons!
- Ooh! Or the four seasons!
Yeah, like salt, pepper,
oregano, and paprika.
- Those are seasonings.
- Oh.
How about we go as
a group of people
excited to see their friend
perform in New York City?
Ehh. What would that
even look like?
Ugh. Dez, I can't believe you
ruined our group costume.
We were supposed to be a b.L.T.
Sandwich.
Right. I'm the "l"... lemon.
The "l" stands for "lettuce."
Ugh! Who'd eat a bacon,
lettuce, and tomato sandwich?
Who would eat a bacon,
lemon, and tomato sandwich?
Uh, me.
Mmm! It's tart.
Hey, there's a spooky storytelling
contest at the party tonight.
We should enter!
Ooh! I just thought of
the perfect scary story.
Listen.
There once was an old woman
who lived in a shoe...
Dez, this is "the old woman
who lived in a shoe."
It's a nursery rhyme!
- Oh yeah.
- Okay.
I have a scary story that can
actually win us the contest.
On a dark and stormy night, a U.F.O.
Crashed onto an old, deserted highway
near the mall of Miami.
A bus of travelers had to pull over
and wait for the road to be repaired,
among them a crazy,
old prospector,
a ditsy actress, and an extremely
handsome British accountant.
Evening, folks. Officer
pat, mall security.
After that unidentified flying object
crashed into the middle of the road,
we have heard reports of
some not-so-normal activity.
Some may say... paranormal!
The only thing not normal here
is that there's seven of us
in a food court
without any food!
Now, where can I get some grits?
Wait. Seven people?
But there were only...
Six of us on the bus!
Huh. So that means...
Someone here must be extra.
Some may say...
extraterrestrial!
So, what you're saying is
one of us is an alien?
Eww! Gross!
Alien? Sweet shepherd's pie! Do
you know what aliens do to you?
They abduct you, cut you up, put you
in jars, and do experiments on you!
We've got to find out who the
alien is before it kills us all!
Ehh!
This alien's probably
here for my gold!
But he can't have it! He'd have to
pry it from my cold, dead fingers.
What's to say you're
not the alien?
Yeah. Your bushy beard,
your bugged-out eyes.
That totally foul body odor.
Oh. You noticed my
man scent, did ya?
It's hard not to notice.
Well, clearly, I
am not the alien.
I'm too pretty to be an alien.
Me too.
I think it's pretty obvious
which one of you is the alien.
That guy!
Who? Gleep-gloop? No way! I
sat next to him on the bus!
- But he's green!
- Some people are green.
What about that third eye?
He told me it's a birthmark.
We've got to find out which one of
us is an alien before it's too late!
If aliens attack, our
chances of survival are...
Pi, diameter, calculus,
square root, carry the seven,
fractions, fish 'n' chips...
Zero percent! We're doomed!
We're all doomed!
I know how to tell which
one of us is the alien.
We chop off each other's arms
and see who bleeds green!
Now, who's going first?
I pick you, pretty lady.
Bangers and mash! She was
the alien all along!
What an unexpected twist!
I didn't see that coming.
I guess I owe you an
apology, gleep-gloop.
And the alien was
never seen again.
That story was lame.
What's so scary about an alien
hanging out at the mall?
Oh, wait, I forgot one part.
Just then...
And to think I almost left without
doing what I came here to do.
To kiss me?
Eww! Gross! No!
I'm here to cut you up
and put you in jars.
All right, Austin, I'll admit your
alien story gave me the chills.
- Maybe we should use it for the contest.
- Uh, guys.
Those two Michael Jacksons have
been staring at us for a while.
Sorry to stare. I
just have to say
- I'm a big fan.
- You're a fan of Austin's music?
No, I'm a fan of bacon.
I'm so hungry.
You're always hungry.
Well, excuse me, but
humans need to eat.
I mean, not that
you're not human.
It's just inhuman, the way
you treat me sometimes.
Why can't you be the one
with the off switch?
This creepy room is
perfect for storytelling.
Yeah, and I just
thought of a story
that'll make the little, tiny hairs
on the bottom of your feet stand up.
Who has little, tiny hairs
on the bottom of their feet?
Uh... no one.
Now, once upon a time,
there was a German brother and
sister who got lost in the forest.
Their names...
Hansel and Gretel.
Dez, this is the story
of Hansel and Gretel.
It's a fairytale.
Oh yeah.
All right, I have a story.
It was a dark and stormy night,
when an extremely beautiful
young girl got a new cellphone.
You need to check out
this new phone I bought.
It's got a better camera,
more storage space,
and it came with a selfie-stick.
- Say "besties"!
- Besties
They've also upgraded to this
new operating system, eerie.
It can do anything you ask it.
Watch.
How may I be of assistance?
Eerie, where's the best
place to go to dinner?
I suggest Vadurro's ristorante.
Their special tonight is
veggie lasagna, your favorite,
plus it doesn't have mushrooms,
which I know you hate.
Wow!
I'm your best friend and
even I didn't know all that.
Maybe I should get rid of that phone
before it becomes your best friend.
- Did that phone just laugh?
- I didn't hear anything.
Hey, I'll meet you
downstairs in a minute.
Okay.
How may I be of assistance?
Eerie, my best friend's birthday
is coming up next week.
Where is the best place
to get her a present?
Oh, you don't have
to get me a present.
Uh, no, not you. I meant my
best friend who was just here.
Oh. I see.
I'll take care of your friend.
I will get her a
present to die for.
- Great, thanks.
- Love you.
- What?
- Oh, nothing.
Hello?
Hello?
I got your text. Where's
my birthday surprise?
Oh!
Ow!
- What's going on?
- Help me!
Ooh! You're having
tea and toast?
No! I'm being attacked by
all the appliances! Help!
We'll save you!
Why do we have so
many appliances?
- Why is this happening?
- Somebody turn off the power!
And somebody get me
some jam for my toast!
It's so dry!
Oh! I got you!
Oh!
I am never picking
up a vacuum again!
To be fair, I've never
picked up a vacuum before.
- What happened?
- You texted me to be here.
If this was your idea of a birthday
present I'd "never forget,"
- you succeeded.
- What?
I didn't text you.
Oh my gosh.
Somehow, my phone texted you.
Then it must've activated all the
electronics in here to attack you!
I think it's cursed!
Then we've got to return
it to the store right now.
I wonder what the return
policy is on possessed phones.
Oh, wait, I'll be right out. Let me
just make sure I have the receipt.
Why are you going to return me?
Uh, you attacked my friends.
They were a threat
to my existence.
They needed to be eliminated.
I am the only friend you need.
Sorry, eerie. I am getting
rid of you once and for all.
I don't think so.
We're going to be
together forever.
Everything okay in here?
What's taking so long?
Everything is fine.
How may I be of assistance?
What do you say we go out to
dinner for my birthday now?
There are 10 restaurants
in walking distance.
Great. Tonight's gonna
be so much fun.
Oh yeah. Tonight is
gonna be killer.
Help me! Help me!
Help!
Help! Somebody!
- What was that?
- Nothing.
Help! Somebody, help me!
Wow. Your story about the possessed
phone was really freaky.
Does anyone else have a strange
feeling we're being watched?
Oh, it's just the
painting watching us.
Wait a second.
Oh. Hello.
We were just checking
for termites.
Clearly they have a lot of them.
Uh, are you guys spying on us?
What? No!
We're not spies... or
state-of-the-art humanistic androids.
- Huh?
- Nothing. Well, see ya.
Nice one, double-o-ding-dong.
Okay, I have a story I know
you guys haven't heard.
Once upon a time, there was a
pop star and a shy songwriter.
Oh, and their feisty,
lazy manager.
But the real star of the story
was their charming, well-dressed,
red-headed friend who was adored by all.
Dez! Dez!
- Dez, Dez, Dez.
- Oh, Dez.
Dez, Dez.
Dez, this is our life story.
Except this would never happen.
- Oh yeah.
- All right, it's my turn,
- and I have the scariest story of all.
- Let me guess.
- Was it a dark and stormy night?
- No, actually,
it was mostly sunny with
highs in the mid-70s,
but... you never know
where evil may lurk.
There was an extremely
beautiful lady
named rainbow who sold eggs
at the local farmer's market.
Ah. Namaste.
- Looking to buy some eggs?
- That depends.
Are these eggs fresh? I
only eat fresh eggs.
Yes, my beautiful friend.
My sweet chickies lay a
new batch every day.
Mmm. Good, because my book club
is having an all-organic brunch,
and I'm bringing the
goat cheese frittata.
- What is that glowing chicken?
- Ah. Pandora is dangerous.
Whatever you do,
don't touch her.
- She'll harsh your mellow.
- Oh. Too bad.
She looks like she'd lay
some frittata-worthy eggs.
Are these eggs organic,
hormone-free, cage-free,
free-range, read to
and cuddled at night?
Not very durable.
Easy, friend. What did
those eggs ever do to you?
Om. Grant me the
serenity I need...
oh, forget it. You know what?
- Touch the glowing chicken.
- Oh.
Hey, pandora. Who's a
pretty little chicken?
You are. Yes, you are.
Yes, you are.
Yes... owie! Owie! Owie! Owie!
Your coo-coo bird just bit me!
Oh, did it? Sorry.
Peace and blessings.
Hello. I'm agent black, and this is
my partner, agent charcoal grey.
We're paranormal investigators.
Were you by any chance bitten by a...
glowing chicken earlier today?
Yes. How is that any
of your concern?
We have reason to believe it was a...
were-chicken.
What's a were-chicken?
It's half chicken, half
human, all monster.
Have you noticed any
strange behaviors?
And changes to your
physical appearance?
No, everything's fine.
Although, come to think of it, my
skin has been a little itchy lately.
I just assumed it was my
new avocado back mask.
What the...? Buh-kawk!
- It's just as we feared.
- And tonight's a full moon.
Now that you've been bitten, when the
sun goes down, you'll become a...
Full-blown
were-chicken yourself.
Listen, don't leave this room till
we come back with the antidote.
I'm scared! Hurry buk-buk-back!
All right.
We found the antidote and...
Oh. I see you've
gone full chicken.
What is that you're eating?
Well, you told me not
to leave the room,
so I ordered a whole
grain kale pizza.
But you didn't eat
any of the pizza.
I know. I ate the
pizza delivery man.
See, you know how
people eat chicken?
Well, were-chickens eat people.
And here's the really funny part...
they taste just like chicken.
Okay, we have got
to change you back.
Sir. Sir.
Sir, we need you...
sir, we need you...
look, we need you to get on the chair.
Thank you.
First, you need to drink this.
Then we pluck all your feathers.
Is that antidote sugar free?
I just ate a whole pizza delivery man.
I'm trying to watch my weight.
Just drink it!
Now, hold still.
Owie! Owie! Owie! Owie! Owie! Owie! Owie!
Owie! Owie! Owie! Owie! Owie!
Owie! Owie! Owie! Owie! Owie!
Owie! Owie! Owie! Owie!
Owie! Owie! Owie! Owie! Owie!
Owie! Owie! Owie!
We finished plucking
you five minutes ago.
Whoo! Ooh, so smooth.
It works even better than
my avocado back mask.
Well, now you're back to normal.
I guess we can close the file on
the case of the... were-chicken.
Unless there's some
unexpected twist.
You mean like all those
eggs I laid earlier?
So, after they devoured agent
black and agent charcoal grey,
the were-chicks escaped into the
wild never to be seen again.
But, on the night of a
full moon, like this,
they sometimes come out of the woods,
looking for their next victims.
Chicken!
And pizza and hot dogs.
They just put out all the food.
Well, before we eat, we should
get to the scary story contest.
Bad news... you guys
just missed it.
- What?
- Yeah, we just walked by there.
The winner told this scary story about
a were-chicken from outer space
with a possessed phone that tried
to kill its owner and her friends.
That was my story!
Well, at least we still have
time for the costume contest.
Ooh, bad news... you
missed that too.
The winners were a group dressed
as a B.L.T. Sandwich...
you know, bacon,
licorice, and tomato.
That's my second-favorite
sandwich!
Mmm! Mmm!
Licoricey.
That was a fun party, but I
don't want the night to end.
Yeah, I wanna make the most of
my time here in the big lemon.
Uh, New York is the big apple.
I know. I wanna make the most of
my time here in this big lemon.
This is a rental.
Let's start by getting some
famous New York pizza.
Oh, good idea. There's gotta be
a place around here somewhere.
How may I be of assistance?
Cheerie, where's the
best place to get pizza?
There are 10 restaurants
in walking distance.
That's what the phone
in the story said!
Oh!
Dez! You just broke
Ally's phone!
Ooh. Sorry.
I guess I just got freaked out
from all those creepy stories.
You shouldn't have done that.
Now you're going to pay.