DuckTales (2017–…): Season 3, Episode 10 - The Trickening! - full transcript
The kids forego their usual trick-or-treat path and instead take on the most haunted house in Duckburg, while Launchpad confronts ghosts from the past.
This is it.
One night. Every house in town.
And we'll score enough
to last us all year.
Suit up!
Blathering blatherskite!
I love Halloween!
The pageantry,
the mischievous pranks,
and, of course,
the trick‐or‐treating!
Yep, this will be
the best Halloween ever!
So says, I,
Balor, Demon King
of the Evil Eye!
The evil eye curse that
plagued 17th century Europe?
Hmm?
The roots of Halloween?
A day to disguise yourself
to trick the demons
or appease them with
sweet treat offerings.
A celebration of fear
and conquering that fear!
I'm a pirate on vacation.
You're supposed to
blend in with the monsters
by wearing scary costumes.
There's nothing
scary about tonight.
What are you supposed to be?
Junior Woodchuck
Rule Nine Million,
Halloween is about
candy and only candy.
You are a lazy costumer.
Quit stretching my hat!
We have the same head!
Forget the legwork.
I've got a plan that'll
make us candy billionaires.
Nothing is gonna scare me from‐‐
Leave this house!
'Cause there will be no
Halloween handouts here.
♪ Life is like a hurricane ♪
♪ Here in Duckburg ♪
♪ Race cars, lasers, airplanes ♪
♪ It's a duck blur ♪
♪ Might solve a mystery ♪
♪ Or rewrite history ♪
♪ DuckTales ♪
♪ Woo‐oo ♪
♪ Everyday they're out ♪
♪ They're making DuckTales ♪
♪ Woo‐oo ♪
♪ Tales of daring do bad ♪
♪ And good luck tales ♪
♪ DuckTales ♪
This house is
closed for Halloween.
Aw, but we were gonna
do a haunted house!
I wanted to hand out candy
to trick‐or‐treaters!
And I wanted to scare
those trick‐or‐treaters
so that they'd never
close their eyes again.
Then go bother Launchpad.
I'm goin' guising.
Back in Glasgow, this
was the one night a year
I could eat sweets
like a rich man's son!
Through sheer hard‐work,
I earned more treats
than all the kids in town.
And every year I aim
to reclaim that glory.
Enough chitchat.
Move out!
But what if kids
come here for candy?
Oh, no!
It appears someone has
taken all the candy already,
but who?
It's a spooky Halloween mystery!
Phooey.
Aw, Launchpad's
house will be fun!
Oh boy, Launchpad's house.
Cheesy movies,
handing out candy,
not terrifying kids,
in a fun way.
First up, Rockerduck Estates
for the big bars
and Candy Corn relay,
then down to Silverbeak for the
Haunted Hayride Spooktacular.
And I've scheduled
bathroom breaks,
so just...
hold it 'til we
get to Mrs. Klopeck's.
Great bathroom, freshly tiled.
Or we could go to one place
and get all the candy
you could ever want.
We're goin' to a candy store?
No, it's nighttime.
Candy stores are closed.
We're gonna rob a candy store?
No.
We're going to Hazel House!
The most haunted house in town.
What the?
Launchpad?
He couldn't have crashed
all these in one night.
No! Stay away!
Wh‐Whaa? You two?
Hurry, get in here before
the next group arrives.
Look at the authenticity!
The detail!
This'll scare any kid.
I was wrong, Launchpad is a pro.
Tonight's gonna be horrifying!
Legend says, long ago,
the house was hastily built
on a gateway between
the living and the dead.
Every Treater who dares
to enter disappears
along with their
candy, candy, candy.
Which means there's years
worth of free candy inside!
Yarrr!
A treasure fit for
a relaxed buccaneer!
One last sweet score
and we will never have
to trick‐or‐treat again.
Candy for life!
Nice story, but I've never
even heard of this place.
We want to trick‐or‐treat,
not chase some phony
myth from a phony Huey.
If it is just a myth,
then no harm in
getting to the truth.
Junior Woodchuck Rule 60‐‐
Whatever.
Go in that house now!
A chance to test my costume
and mingle with monsters?
I must go!
With my cut,
I can finally open
that 24‐hour candy store
I've been dreaming about
since ten minutes ago!
Guys, wait.
Activate elbow grease.
‐ ‐
‐ ‐
Oh no, we'll never get in now.
Time to move on.
This place is clearly...
abandoned?
The bigger the trick,
the sweeter the treat.
Trademark Louie Du‐‐
I mean, Junior
Woodchuck Rule Three‐‐
‐ ‐
There's candy around
here somewhere.
Keep your eyes peeled.
‐ ‐
Um.
There! That door!
‐ ‐Come on, guys!
We have a ghost butler!
We have faced all
kinds of monsters.
What's gonna scare us here?
Nothing.
So...
go for it, Dewey!
No scream? Great!
‐ ‐
Nothing scary
in there at... all.
Oh, boy.
Focus on what's important.
Let's find candy.
You mean, "let's find Dewey."
Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah, him too.
Candy for life.
We should be at Ms. Swineson's
bobbing for apples.
You know, fun times,
not grim traumatizing times.
Over here, guys.
Dewey?
I found it, the mother lode!
It's all here.
Dewey?
What are you doing?
Nothing.
Why, what are you doing?
If you're here,
who's that?
No escape.
Candy for life! Candy for life!
Candy for death!
Don't you turn my
motto back on me!
So what kinda haunted
house we running?
Gas Station of Horrors?
Years ago, torched
in an accident.
We are what remains.
LP is the evil mechanic.
I'm your demonic helper.
Donald, you're the victim.
Shh, they're coming.
Okay, I love the commitment.
We'll wing it.
‐[light switch clicking ‐
Back to your sulfur pits,
oh demon spawn!
Uh, boo?
Happy Halloween!
Okay, LP. Maybe don't come
in so hot next time?
‐Give us a chance to‐‐
‐Every year, they come.
Uh, yeah, every October 31st.
They come for you too?
No. No, no, no!
This whole night is my fault.
Uh...
What do you think
is going on here?
Come with me and
I'll reveal my tale.
We need to find a way out!
No! Not yet.
Try all the doors!
‐ ‐
It is I, Balor, the dark lord.
To attack me, my fiends,
is to attack one of your own!
Hmm?
Our costumes didn't trick them.
Candy! Over there!
The last door!
It can't be any
worse than in here.
Why would you ever say that?
The Hungries.
That's what I call them.
The soul‐sucking ghouls
that haunt our
streets on this night.
You mean trick‐or‐treaters?
It all started long ago.
I was out, you know,
being a kid.
I had some trouble
with my trikey.
I was totally lost,
on the wrong side of town.
And there was this house.
It was old, smelly,
but oddly welcoming.
I went inside to call for help.
I didn't find a phone,
but I did find
an ancient scroll.
The words were strange
and unfamiliar.
When I read it aloud,
everything changed.
It was suddenly nighttime and
pint‐sized demons everywhere,
every type you could imagine,
smiling and laughing.
Breaking into people's homes!
Stealing their souls
to put in pillowcases.
No!
They're getting candy.
Yes, joyful souls are
the candy of the beasts.
Beasts that I freed
onto our world.
I've spent every
October 31st since,
hiding out in a bunker.
So to be clear,
you think this night
is a monster curse
that you unleashed on
Duckburg as a child?
Yes.
Awesome, I'm in!
What?
Another Hungrie!
This is perfect!
Real scares!
The kids will think it's real
because Launchpad
thinks it's real!
A Halloween they'll
never forget.
Because they will
be traumatized!
Traumatized in the most
wholesome way possible!
I love this holiday!
No!
I can't let you do it!
But I must.
- Quit it! Quit it!
- Think about the children!
I am! I wanna scare 'em!
Trick or treat.
Go away!
I said, trick or treat!
Neither!
Candy hoarder, eh?
You won't stop the
Guileful Guiser of Glasgow!
They're breaking in!
They're getting even bolder!
I won't let you hurt my friends!
‐ ‐
Okay, we made it
through the house.
And with enough time to get
to Mr. Houndenheimer's for‐‐
But the legend!
Where was the candy stash?
I've gotta go back in.
Halt, citizen.
Let's forget about
this half‐baked scheme.
If we leave now we can
still pick up the back‐half
of the trick‐or‐treat trail.
Last time I checked,
we were a family of
treasure‐seeking adventurers.
Why stop now?
'Cause this house isn't
on your precious map?
Well, I'm puttin' it on there!
Give it to me!
Hey, Hazel House.
"Fabled candy fortune here.
Stay away."
You knew about this?
No.
Okay.
Fine. Yes.
You told us it was fake!
You tried to get us to avoid it!
What, were you planning on,
hoarding all the
candy for yourself?
It's not like that, I swear.
You always do this, with
the lists and the schedules.
Do what?
Try and keep us on track?
I just wanted to have
a traditional Halloween.
Hey, hey,
let's not spoil tonight.
Ahoy?
Starboard side?
Huh?
Sorry, I mean port side.
No escape!
We need to appease them,
it's tradition!
There's nothing to
appease them with,
'cause we followed
Louie's dumb plan!
None of us have candy!
No candy?
What do you mean no candy?
Back to one, everybody!
On to the next.
I'll be in my coffin.
My spoils!
Let me outta here!
It won't ever stop.
They'll just keep coming for me.
For my family.
I started this,
now it's time I finish it.
I need to go back to
where it all began.
Come on, Donald!
A little scare
never hurt anyone.
I'll end this,
even if I have to take all these
tiny demons out one by one!
Oh, no, he's gonna
hurt everyone!
Now is not the time to decide
who was wrong about what.
We've gotta stop him!
Gross.
Actual monsters?
Then surely you must recognize
Balor, the Demon King.
Lord of Blight and Smite!
Hmm, pirate on vacation?
Arrr.
Nice.
Who are you people?
More importantly, where
are ya hidin' the candy?
You brats are supposed
to bring the offering!
Candy's the only good reason
to celebrate this holiday
that is, frankly, pretty
offensive to monsters.
So, for centuries,
we tricked kids into coming here
for scares so terrifying
they drop their sweets.
So, you're like, candy thieves?
Hey, can't go out
in the daylight.
Not like there's some 24‐hour
candy store somewhere.
That's what I've been saying!
Monsters? Treats?
Appeasements?
The legends are true!
Kinda.
But why the extra costumes?
You're already monsters.
Kids today don't
appreciate the classics.
You're scared of
random kid stuff.
Puppets? Clowns?
Little girls in wells?
What is wrong with you guys?
Frankenstein think it
stem from latent fear
of being perceived as childish
and regressing to place where
you no longer in control.
Who cares?
It's midnight.
Trick‐or‐treating's over
and we wasted the night on
these candiless fleshbags.
I missed it.
I missed Halloween.
Huey?
So we made a mistake.
At least we're still alive!
We met some real‐life monsters!
That's a, that's a
cool thing, right?
Back on the houseboat,
Halloween was our biggest
adventure every year.
We'd suit up, face the unknown,
search for the best candy.
Sure, it was just neighborhood
trick‐or‐treating,
but it was ours.
I was just trying to get
us a lifetime supply of candy
and that is the problem.
I don't want this to
be our last Halloween.
Junior Woodchuck Rule 99,
who cares about the candy?
We do!
‐ ‐
We monsters...
Need our sweets.
Our appeasements.
No more
tricks.
You owe us treats.
And we don't scare so easy.
Uh, Webby, what
happened when the Celtics
ran out of treats to
appease the demons with?
Usually they fed on children.
Oh, dear.
Another one!
That's not one of ours.
This ends now, demons.
Monster!
Run for it!
Launchpad?
Creepy twins!
Hey!
Have you seen our
friend, Launchpad?
What is that horrible
garbled moaning?
He's possessed!
Oh, hey Launchpad!
What have you done to Dewey!
Uh‐oh.
Trick or treat.
Launchpad, you
have it all wrong!
The sacred text!
"Monosodium glutamate,
sucralose, polysorbate,
blue 52,
fructose, corn syrup,
artificial flavoring!"
Kids?
What in Samhain
is happening here?
That was terrifying!
Bravo! You black‐hearted devil!
I haven't felt so
undead in centuries.
We learn from you.
Evil Mechanic is the
real master of Halloween!
Hallow‐what?
I read the scroll!
How are you still here?
Yeah, he doesn't
know what Halloween is.
Well, Gizmo‐dork,
shall we show him?
There is one house that I know
hasn't given out any treats yet.
So you're saying,
tonight's a holiday
where you dress up
in a fun costume
and then go door‐to‐door
with your friends
and get free candy?
Yes, Launchpad.
This is Halloween.
Whoa, that costume is sick!
- That's so cool!
- Ya heard?
Old Man McDuck's
giving away full candy bars!
Wow, Uncle Scrooge.
Finally opening up your
gates for Halloween,
feeling the true
spirit of the holiday.
You're charging them
admission, aren't you?
And we're open all night.
Dewey's idea.
An all‐night candy store.
Arrr! It be a Halloween Miracle!
Spirit appeased!
I love Hallowoon!
Close enough, pal.
Close enough.
One night. Every house in town.
And we'll score enough
to last us all year.
Suit up!
Blathering blatherskite!
I love Halloween!
The pageantry,
the mischievous pranks,
and, of course,
the trick‐or‐treating!
Yep, this will be
the best Halloween ever!
So says, I,
Balor, Demon King
of the Evil Eye!
The evil eye curse that
plagued 17th century Europe?
Hmm?
The roots of Halloween?
A day to disguise yourself
to trick the demons
or appease them with
sweet treat offerings.
A celebration of fear
and conquering that fear!
I'm a pirate on vacation.
You're supposed to
blend in with the monsters
by wearing scary costumes.
There's nothing
scary about tonight.
What are you supposed to be?
Junior Woodchuck
Rule Nine Million,
Halloween is about
candy and only candy.
You are a lazy costumer.
Quit stretching my hat!
We have the same head!
Forget the legwork.
I've got a plan that'll
make us candy billionaires.
Nothing is gonna scare me from‐‐
Leave this house!
'Cause there will be no
Halloween handouts here.
♪ Life is like a hurricane ♪
♪ Here in Duckburg ♪
♪ Race cars, lasers, airplanes ♪
♪ It's a duck blur ♪
♪ Might solve a mystery ♪
♪ Or rewrite history ♪
♪ DuckTales ♪
♪ Woo‐oo ♪
♪ Everyday they're out ♪
♪ They're making DuckTales ♪
♪ Woo‐oo ♪
♪ Tales of daring do bad ♪
♪ And good luck tales ♪
♪ DuckTales ♪
This house is
closed for Halloween.
Aw, but we were gonna
do a haunted house!
I wanted to hand out candy
to trick‐or‐treaters!
And I wanted to scare
those trick‐or‐treaters
so that they'd never
close their eyes again.
Then go bother Launchpad.
I'm goin' guising.
Back in Glasgow, this
was the one night a year
I could eat sweets
like a rich man's son!
Through sheer hard‐work,
I earned more treats
than all the kids in town.
And every year I aim
to reclaim that glory.
Enough chitchat.
Move out!
But what if kids
come here for candy?
Oh, no!
It appears someone has
taken all the candy already,
but who?
It's a spooky Halloween mystery!
Phooey.
Aw, Launchpad's
house will be fun!
Oh boy, Launchpad's house.
Cheesy movies,
handing out candy,
not terrifying kids,
in a fun way.
First up, Rockerduck Estates
for the big bars
and Candy Corn relay,
then down to Silverbeak for the
Haunted Hayride Spooktacular.
And I've scheduled
bathroom breaks,
so just...
hold it 'til we
get to Mrs. Klopeck's.
Great bathroom, freshly tiled.
Or we could go to one place
and get all the candy
you could ever want.
We're goin' to a candy store?
No, it's nighttime.
Candy stores are closed.
We're gonna rob a candy store?
No.
We're going to Hazel House!
The most haunted house in town.
What the?
Launchpad?
He couldn't have crashed
all these in one night.
No! Stay away!
Wh‐Whaa? You two?
Hurry, get in here before
the next group arrives.
Look at the authenticity!
The detail!
This'll scare any kid.
I was wrong, Launchpad is a pro.
Tonight's gonna be horrifying!
Legend says, long ago,
the house was hastily built
on a gateway between
the living and the dead.
Every Treater who dares
to enter disappears
along with their
candy, candy, candy.
Which means there's years
worth of free candy inside!
Yarrr!
A treasure fit for
a relaxed buccaneer!
One last sweet score
and we will never have
to trick‐or‐treat again.
Candy for life!
Nice story, but I've never
even heard of this place.
We want to trick‐or‐treat,
not chase some phony
myth from a phony Huey.
If it is just a myth,
then no harm in
getting to the truth.
Junior Woodchuck Rule 60‐‐
Whatever.
Go in that house now!
A chance to test my costume
and mingle with monsters?
I must go!
With my cut,
I can finally open
that 24‐hour candy store
I've been dreaming about
since ten minutes ago!
Guys, wait.
Activate elbow grease.
‐ ‐
‐ ‐
Oh no, we'll never get in now.
Time to move on.
This place is clearly...
abandoned?
The bigger the trick,
the sweeter the treat.
Trademark Louie Du‐‐
I mean, Junior
Woodchuck Rule Three‐‐
‐ ‐
There's candy around
here somewhere.
Keep your eyes peeled.
‐ ‐
Um.
There! That door!
‐ ‐Come on, guys!
We have a ghost butler!
We have faced all
kinds of monsters.
What's gonna scare us here?
Nothing.
So...
go for it, Dewey!
No scream? Great!
‐ ‐
Nothing scary
in there at... all.
Oh, boy.
Focus on what's important.
Let's find candy.
You mean, "let's find Dewey."
Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah, him too.
Candy for life.
We should be at Ms. Swineson's
bobbing for apples.
You know, fun times,
not grim traumatizing times.
Over here, guys.
Dewey?
I found it, the mother lode!
It's all here.
Dewey?
What are you doing?
Nothing.
Why, what are you doing?
If you're here,
who's that?
No escape.
Candy for life! Candy for life!
Candy for death!
Don't you turn my
motto back on me!
So what kinda haunted
house we running?
Gas Station of Horrors?
Years ago, torched
in an accident.
We are what remains.
LP is the evil mechanic.
I'm your demonic helper.
Donald, you're the victim.
Shh, they're coming.
Okay, I love the commitment.
We'll wing it.
‐[light switch clicking ‐
Back to your sulfur pits,
oh demon spawn!
Uh, boo?
Happy Halloween!
Okay, LP. Maybe don't come
in so hot next time?
‐Give us a chance to‐‐
‐Every year, they come.
Uh, yeah, every October 31st.
They come for you too?
No. No, no, no!
This whole night is my fault.
Uh...
What do you think
is going on here?
Come with me and
I'll reveal my tale.
We need to find a way out!
No! Not yet.
Try all the doors!
‐ ‐
It is I, Balor, the dark lord.
To attack me, my fiends,
is to attack one of your own!
Hmm?
Our costumes didn't trick them.
Candy! Over there!
The last door!
It can't be any
worse than in here.
Why would you ever say that?
The Hungries.
That's what I call them.
The soul‐sucking ghouls
that haunt our
streets on this night.
You mean trick‐or‐treaters?
It all started long ago.
I was out, you know,
being a kid.
I had some trouble
with my trikey.
I was totally lost,
on the wrong side of town.
And there was this house.
It was old, smelly,
but oddly welcoming.
I went inside to call for help.
I didn't find a phone,
but I did find
an ancient scroll.
The words were strange
and unfamiliar.
When I read it aloud,
everything changed.
It was suddenly nighttime and
pint‐sized demons everywhere,
every type you could imagine,
smiling and laughing.
Breaking into people's homes!
Stealing their souls
to put in pillowcases.
No!
They're getting candy.
Yes, joyful souls are
the candy of the beasts.
Beasts that I freed
onto our world.
I've spent every
October 31st since,
hiding out in a bunker.
So to be clear,
you think this night
is a monster curse
that you unleashed on
Duckburg as a child?
Yes.
Awesome, I'm in!
What?
Another Hungrie!
This is perfect!
Real scares!
The kids will think it's real
because Launchpad
thinks it's real!
A Halloween they'll
never forget.
Because they will
be traumatized!
Traumatized in the most
wholesome way possible!
I love this holiday!
No!
I can't let you do it!
But I must.
- Quit it! Quit it!
- Think about the children!
I am! I wanna scare 'em!
Trick or treat.
Go away!
I said, trick or treat!
Neither!
Candy hoarder, eh?
You won't stop the
Guileful Guiser of Glasgow!
They're breaking in!
They're getting even bolder!
I won't let you hurt my friends!
‐ ‐
Okay, we made it
through the house.
And with enough time to get
to Mr. Houndenheimer's for‐‐
But the legend!
Where was the candy stash?
I've gotta go back in.
Halt, citizen.
Let's forget about
this half‐baked scheme.
If we leave now we can
still pick up the back‐half
of the trick‐or‐treat trail.
Last time I checked,
we were a family of
treasure‐seeking adventurers.
Why stop now?
'Cause this house isn't
on your precious map?
Well, I'm puttin' it on there!
Give it to me!
Hey, Hazel House.
"Fabled candy fortune here.
Stay away."
You knew about this?
No.
Okay.
Fine. Yes.
You told us it was fake!
You tried to get us to avoid it!
What, were you planning on,
hoarding all the
candy for yourself?
It's not like that, I swear.
You always do this, with
the lists and the schedules.
Do what?
Try and keep us on track?
I just wanted to have
a traditional Halloween.
Hey, hey,
let's not spoil tonight.
Ahoy?
Starboard side?
Huh?
Sorry, I mean port side.
No escape!
We need to appease them,
it's tradition!
There's nothing to
appease them with,
'cause we followed
Louie's dumb plan!
None of us have candy!
No candy?
What do you mean no candy?
Back to one, everybody!
On to the next.
I'll be in my coffin.
My spoils!
Let me outta here!
It won't ever stop.
They'll just keep coming for me.
For my family.
I started this,
now it's time I finish it.
I need to go back to
where it all began.
Come on, Donald!
A little scare
never hurt anyone.
I'll end this,
even if I have to take all these
tiny demons out one by one!
Oh, no, he's gonna
hurt everyone!
Now is not the time to decide
who was wrong about what.
We've gotta stop him!
Gross.
Actual monsters?
Then surely you must recognize
Balor, the Demon King.
Lord of Blight and Smite!
Hmm, pirate on vacation?
Arrr.
Nice.
Who are you people?
More importantly, where
are ya hidin' the candy?
You brats are supposed
to bring the offering!
Candy's the only good reason
to celebrate this holiday
that is, frankly, pretty
offensive to monsters.
So, for centuries,
we tricked kids into coming here
for scares so terrifying
they drop their sweets.
So, you're like, candy thieves?
Hey, can't go out
in the daylight.
Not like there's some 24‐hour
candy store somewhere.
That's what I've been saying!
Monsters? Treats?
Appeasements?
The legends are true!
Kinda.
But why the extra costumes?
You're already monsters.
Kids today don't
appreciate the classics.
You're scared of
random kid stuff.
Puppets? Clowns?
Little girls in wells?
What is wrong with you guys?
Frankenstein think it
stem from latent fear
of being perceived as childish
and regressing to place where
you no longer in control.
Who cares?
It's midnight.
Trick‐or‐treating's over
and we wasted the night on
these candiless fleshbags.
I missed it.
I missed Halloween.
Huey?
So we made a mistake.
At least we're still alive!
We met some real‐life monsters!
That's a, that's a
cool thing, right?
Back on the houseboat,
Halloween was our biggest
adventure every year.
We'd suit up, face the unknown,
search for the best candy.
Sure, it was just neighborhood
trick‐or‐treating,
but it was ours.
I was just trying to get
us a lifetime supply of candy
and that is the problem.
I don't want this to
be our last Halloween.
Junior Woodchuck Rule 99,
who cares about the candy?
We do!
‐ ‐
We monsters...
Need our sweets.
Our appeasements.
No more
tricks.
You owe us treats.
And we don't scare so easy.
Uh, Webby, what
happened when the Celtics
ran out of treats to
appease the demons with?
Usually they fed on children.
Oh, dear.
Another one!
That's not one of ours.
This ends now, demons.
Monster!
Run for it!
Launchpad?
Creepy twins!
Hey!
Have you seen our
friend, Launchpad?
What is that horrible
garbled moaning?
He's possessed!
Oh, hey Launchpad!
What have you done to Dewey!
Uh‐oh.
Trick or treat.
Launchpad, you
have it all wrong!
The sacred text!
"Monosodium glutamate,
sucralose, polysorbate,
blue 52,
fructose, corn syrup,
artificial flavoring!"
Kids?
What in Samhain
is happening here?
That was terrifying!
Bravo! You black‐hearted devil!
I haven't felt so
undead in centuries.
We learn from you.
Evil Mechanic is the
real master of Halloween!
Hallow‐what?
I read the scroll!
How are you still here?
Yeah, he doesn't
know what Halloween is.
Well, Gizmo‐dork,
shall we show him?
There is one house that I know
hasn't given out any treats yet.
So you're saying,
tonight's a holiday
where you dress up
in a fun costume
and then go door‐to‐door
with your friends
and get free candy?
Yes, Launchpad.
This is Halloween.
Whoa, that costume is sick!
- That's so cool!
- Ya heard?
Old Man McDuck's
giving away full candy bars!
Wow, Uncle Scrooge.
Finally opening up your
gates for Halloween,
feeling the true
spirit of the holiday.
You're charging them
admission, aren't you?
And we're open all night.
Dewey's idea.
An all‐night candy store.
Arrr! It be a Halloween Miracle!
Spirit appeased!
I love Hallowoon!
Close enough, pal.
Close enough.