My Babysitter's a Vampire (2011–2012): Season 2, Episode 5 - Mirror/RorriM - full transcript
[*]
[slamming noise]
Yeah, nice one,
Boltz!
Whoo!
Go team!
[*]
This team plays for
one reason: to win!
Oof!
You wanna make the cut,
you've gotta sweat hockey,
bleed hockey-
And, remember,
most importantly to have fun!
On your own time!
No fun on my ice!
Only the best of the
best will make this team!
Are you sure we
should be here?
Oof!
We're not even
best of the worst.
Dude, there are two ways
to get popular fast:
form a band
or join a team.
They're getting close.
And since your oboe lessons
never really paid out,
this is all we've got.
Besides,
you're awesome at hockey.
Awesome at
WATCHING hockey.
The closest I ever came
to playing
was Super Puckzoid Four.
Oof!
As long as that guy's
on our team,
who cares how bad we are?
Him?
[loud crash]
Oof!
No.
HIM.
Oof!
[grunting]
Okay then.
More room
on the ice.
Who's up next?
Guys, don't leave!
Okay, listen up!
If you're still here
and you...
...haven't sustained
a major injury,
congratulations.
You've made the team.
Yay.Yay.
* She's the girl next door.
* Nice, but not
in a heart that's pure *
* She's the girl next door
* Just for me
* What you get is what you see
* No more maybe
it's may believe *
* She can give you
everything you need *
* She's the girl next door.
* Nice, but not
in a heart that's pure *
* She's the girl next door
* Just for me
[*]
Ah!
Ah!
That's the last time
I take flying tips from you!
It's like you flew into
that bird on purpose!
I was hungry!
Mmm.
Where are we?
Looks like the old cemetery.
Do you smell something?
All I smell is pigeon.
Ah... ahh...
Achoo!
[sound of shoveling]
Ugh, it's totally
coming from over there.
Yeah, I smell it now.
That's a whole new
kind of awkward.
Do I wet myself or vomit?
How about you give me some more
flying tips after all?
And then I got the puck-
-and totally
ollied for a goal!
Dude, you haven't even
touched the ice yet.
And I'm pretty sure "ollie's"
a skateboarding term.
Who cares?
Let's milk this jock
thing while we can.
Like Boltz.
We should totally
hang out with him!
And talk about what?
How those guys are
gonna wedgy us later?
Hello?
We made the team, they didn't.
Watch and learn.
Scusie.
[growling]
Hey, guys!
So how come you weren't
at practice today?
Oh, that's right,
you're not on the team.
This area's for players only,
all right?
Scooch.
Wow.
That just happened.
So, Boltz, right?
You were really killer
on that rink today!
Yeah, those were
some sweeeet -
...hands?
I mean that slap
shot was awesome.
Mrrrrrrrrrr.
You guys won't believe
what happened last night!
Mrrrrrrrrrr.
Who's he?
This is Boltz.
'Cause he's faster
than lightning.
Why are you guys dressed
like hockey players?
It's not Halloween yet.
We made the hockey team.
What?
That's great!
So, what, you guys are, like,
water boys or something?
No!
We happen to be players.
Yeah, and this is
the players' table,
so unless you're one of
our hockey groupies...
Hi.
Right?
Yeah, I'm so not on that team.
Fine.
So, Boltz ...
what up?
[*]
There you are!
Special delivery from
the vampire council.
What now?
Proper fang hygiene or
werewolf dating tips?
Who's the new hunk?
That's Boltz with a B.
As in BO.
He's on the hockey team
with Ethan and Benny.
Your dorks
turned into jocks?
This is crazy!
Totally.
I mean, I've seen
jocks be dorky,
but never dorks-
I mean this!
It says I'm wanted
for grave robbing!
Why would I do that?
Bad nutritional choices?
Ugh, that's sick!
I don't even feed
on the living!
I stick to bottled,
organic plasma.
Yeah, that's not
gonna help your case.
So, are you gonna introduce me
to Boltz or what?
Mrrrrrr.
[meows]
Sarah, you have been
accused of necro-gluto.
How do you plead?
Necro-what?
I thought I was accused
of draining dead people.
That's what necro-gluto means.
Don't you kids
learn Latin anymore?
Whatever it's called,
I didn't do it!
First of all: GROSS!
And second of all... ew!
Those are both valid points.
But we know you were
in the graveyard.
We found your hairclip.
Okay, fine, I was there.
But I didn't do anything!
Ask Rory, he was there too!
We did.
He said you were on a date.
He what?
We didn't believe it either,
which is why you
stand accused.
This is a serious crime.
Feeding on the dead
can spread sickness
to the whole
vampire community.
I haven't been
necro-glueing or whatever,
but I think I saw
the person who is.
Very well.
You can have 48 hours to
catch the grave robber,
and prove your innocence.
Okay...
So what if I fail?
We would have to kill
the virus inside you
before it spreads.
Oh.
Like with antibiotics?
No.
Something much more permanent.
[thunderclap]
[*]
And so the council's
gonna terminate me
if I don't catch this guy.
I really need your help.
We'd love to,
but...
...the team
needs us too.
For what?
You said yourself
you barely set foot on the ice.
Hey, bench warming
is a noble tradition!
Hey, Boltz,
what's up!
UH!
It's harder
than it looks.
Sorry, Sarah,
I'd like to help
but we have the
team to think about.
Fine, I'll do it myself.
But next time there's a
monster in your closet,
call someone else.
Ah!
Watch your step, missy!
Sorry.
Ew, do all hockey
players smell like BO?
Oh, hey, Rory.
Hi, Sarah!
Can I help you?
No.
Then why are you following me?
Oh, the council
told me to make sure
you don't sink your fangs
into anymore dead dudes.
But, you know
I never did that!
You were there!
Yeah, but the council
hates it when I argue.
Or talk.
And this way we get to
spend two days together!
Ugh, stake me now.
Erica's supposed
to babysit you too.
She's around here somewhere.
So, have we met before?
Or was that just in my dreams?
Mrrrrr.
[laughs]
You're so witty!
I bet you're ruggedly
handsome too.
Mrrr!
Awwww, he's shy-
and strong.
I like that.
Mrrr!
Oh!
It is like somebody
ran over a lizard
then stapled it
to your face.
Erica, let's go!
We have to watch
Sarah so she doesn't-
dig-dig, munch-munch, yum-yum.
Subtle.
Yeah, fine, let's go.
I literally never want
to see his face again.
What's wrong with
that Boltz kid?
What?
He scored four points today!
Yeah, three were on
his own net!
He's got skills,
he just needs a little-
Brain?
Um...
I kinda have the
opposite problem.
See, I know what to do,
it's just the "doing"
where I have trouble.
Yeah.
Well, if you have
any ideas for Boltz,
I sure would love
to hear them.
For starters, I'd-
I'd shoot farther
from the net.
That goalie's too good
at blocking up close.
[whistle]
[*]
[buzzer]
Um, now try going
behind the net
and rebounding it off
number 7's helmet!
[whistle]
[buzzer]
Um, now pass it to number 8,
and body check
him into the net!
Ooof!
[buzzer]
We're in the lead!
Thanks, Ethan!
Huh!
Can't take all the credit.
Boltz helped a little.
You look a little
worn out, kid.
Why don't you
ride the pine?
Sure.
There's something's
going on with Boltz.
What do you mean?
He's playing better than ever!
I know but I don't
think he's ...
a natural.
[grunting]
He looks like
a normal jock to me.
Trust me, there's
something's up.
It has to do with
that gem on his mask.
I just don't know
what it's ...
Dude, it's obvious!
He stumbled onto some
kinda magical steroids
and cheated his
way to becoming
the greatest player ever!
How are you so sure?
Because it's exactly
what I would do!
Good game, guys.
There might be
something more to this.
I think we should
look up that gem-
Hey, boys!
Great game today!
Thanks!
I always give 111 percent.
That's nice, son.
Say, Ethan...
[clears throat]
You had some
brilliant ideas today.
Mind hanging back?
I'd sure would love
to pick your brain.
Oh, me?
I don't know...
Benny and I
did have that...
...homework
we had to do.
What homework?
You know, that
gemistry homework?
Oh that?
No, I can do that
for both of us.
Hey, that's the team spirit!
All right, just stay put
while I stow the gear away.
Benny!
What was that?
Relax, he might know
something about Boltz.
I guess you're right.
Yeah.
Meanwhile, I find out
what his mojo is,
duplicate it.
Next time you see me,
I'll be just like Boltz.
[grunting]
Well, not exactly like him.
You get the idea.
So you get accused
of grave robbing
and you wanna hang out
in a graveyard?
For the last time,
I do not drain
dead people, okay?
Do you think that's the guy?
Go away, you rotten kids!
If you want rob a grave,
dig your own!
Ah!
Way to take down that...
Elderly disabled man.
Uuuugh, my arthritis.
Come on, he's a grave robber!
I only collect spare parts.
Not like they're using them.
And you're using them WHY?
For hockey.
That sport is a lot
weirder than I thought.
Okay, let's see,
athletic ability...
Whoa.
[phone rings]
Hi, Sarah.
Did you know there's a
spell that cures athlete's foot?
Fascinating.
Did you know your buddy Boltz
isn't your average jock?
Of course!
I'm trying to
figure out his trick
so I can do it myself.
Well, unless you're a pile
of dead body parts,
it won't help.
Come again?
This old weirdo says
the stone on his mask
is called the Eye of Zartak.
It resurrects dead limbs
in whatever shape
you put them in.
Your buddy Boltz
is made of a dozen
dead hockey players!
Do you know what this means?
That we have a crazy hockey
monster on the loose?
No, it means I'll never
be good at hockey!
Monster's not crazy,
just slow.
Good brain's hard to find.
Too many worms get in,
make like Swiss cheese.
Ugh, whatever.
Well, your build-it-yourself
hockey days are over.
What?
I no build no player.
I'm just a grave robber.
Is that supposed
to be better?
So, if you're not
behind this, who is?
The new man,
uh, Steiner.
A very hands-on coach.
Told me to find a
thick skull for-
he's got this new juicy
geek brain he find.
Did he just say
"geek brain he find"?
Ethan!
Are you ready to be
part of something
much bigger than you?
Anything for the team,
right?
[sigh]
That's the attitude I like.
The two of you made a
great team out there today.
Between your brains
and his skill,
you could go all the way.
I'm talking NHL here.
Really?
Thanks.
The question is,
how committed are you?
Are you ready to take
this to the next level?
Sure!
Um, but about Boltz ...
How well do you know him?
I made him the
player that he is.
Wait.
Is that-
Only the finest parts from
the greatest hockey stars
that ever died in this town!
Only one part missing...
Well, good luck with that.
I'm not sure I wanna
be cut out for this.
Come on, Ethan.
There's no "I" in team.
No, there's a U in lunatic!
[grunting]
Great knockdown, kiddo!
Technically,
cross-checking,
[groaning]
Is it just me,
or is it really cold in here?
Ah!
Well, whether you
sprained an ankle
or ripped out an organ,
it's always best
to put ice on it.
Now, if you'll excuse me,
I've gotta give Boltz' slap
shot a little more zip.
[cracking]
There ya go, sport!
Now, you may feel
a slight jolt.
[crackling]
[loud grunting]
[grunting]
It's alive!
[grunting]
Up top!
And now for the final piece.
You're gonna kill me
just so Whitechapel
can make the playoffs?
Oh, relax, Ethan,
I'm just going to put
your brain into his body.
You'll be fine.
[alarm ringing]
[sigh]
I have to attend to something.
Boltz!
Ethan!
This place is huge.
Next time, can you join
a ping-pong team or something?
I wouldn't!
Pongers are animals!
Hey!
You kids are trespassing!
Can it, Franken-coach!
We're here for Ethan!
ALL of Ethan!
Boltz!
Defence!
[grunting]
Is that supposed to be a head?
How is he even drinking?
I know.
He is totally hotter
with his mask on.
I'm through playing games.
Sarah, wait!
Yeah, vamp speed plus ice
equals wipe-out every time.
Good to know.
Just find Ethan!
[grunting]
We'll take care
of Mr. Mumbles.
Please tell me that's
for a helmet fitting!
Once I have your noodle out,
they'll have no
choice but to let me
put it in Boltz.
You'll never get
away with this!
Ethan?
In here!
Waaaah!
[buzzer]
Did we win?
[grunting]
Oh, wait!
I'm on your team, remember?
[growling]
Ah, little help!
Hey, Boltz, baby.
I can't believe I liked you!
[grunting]
I hope they never take
the biting out of hockey.
Ugh!
Ugh, that tastes like
mouldy sewer water!
Ethan!
B-be-hind you!
Ahhhhhh!
There.
Now, where were we?
[grunting]
Hey, Jockenstein!
How about a little one-on-one?
[grunting]
Benny Weir with the puck.
He's gotta go top shelf.
It's do or die!
[grunting]
Literally.
Ahh!
MMMMRRRrrrrrr!
NO WAY!
BENNY IS THE GREATEST!
Yes!
What happened to him?
Did the Zarkak-thingy
fall out or something?
Fall out?
TELL ME you saw that shot!
Come on, Ethan!
There's no I
in "scream" either.
[screaming]
Sorry, Coach.
It looks like you won't
be making the cut.
Are you okay?
Yeah, but I am
done with hockey.
I've had enough ice
time to last me forever.
...and so you can be assured
the grave robbing is over.
At least until
next hockey season.
Wonderful story, Sarah.
But how do we know you didn't
just pay some homeless man
to lie for you?
I'm standing right here.
I- I thought about that.
So I brought you this.
These are all the spare
parts that were stolen.
And if you thought I was
draining the dead,
you can check for fang marks.
Actually touch them?
That would take hours.
Try not to get sick.
It's too bad Stern
folded the team
after Steiner and
Boltz vanished.
Are you kidding?
We're lucky
we never had to play.
Yeah, good point...
But I will miss the status
that team got us, though.
No, no, no.
Hey, we'll still
have the status-
Or maybe not.
It's okay, guys!
I'm good.
I'm good.
We'll always have
this to remind us
of how cool we almost were.
I'll take that.
But that's-that's-
School property?
I know.
I'm gathering all the
equipment for storage.
This was the last
item on my list.
Are you sure you want it?
I mean, it's... ancient.
It was the Whitechapel
hockey team.
ALL the equipment is ancient.
That stinks.
If Boltz was here,
I know what he'd say.
Yeah.
Mrrrr.
Mrrrrah.
[slamming noise]
Yeah, nice one,
Boltz!
Whoo!
Go team!
[*]
This team plays for
one reason: to win!
Oof!
You wanna make the cut,
you've gotta sweat hockey,
bleed hockey-
And, remember,
most importantly to have fun!
On your own time!
No fun on my ice!
Only the best of the
best will make this team!
Are you sure we
should be here?
Oof!
We're not even
best of the worst.
Dude, there are two ways
to get popular fast:
form a band
or join a team.
They're getting close.
And since your oboe lessons
never really paid out,
this is all we've got.
Besides,
you're awesome at hockey.
Awesome at
WATCHING hockey.
The closest I ever came
to playing
was Super Puckzoid Four.
Oof!
As long as that guy's
on our team,
who cares how bad we are?
Him?
[loud crash]
Oof!
No.
HIM.
Oof!
[grunting]
Okay then.
More room
on the ice.
Who's up next?
Guys, don't leave!
Okay, listen up!
If you're still here
and you...
...haven't sustained
a major injury,
congratulations.
You've made the team.
Yay.Yay.
* She's the girl next door.
* Nice, but not
in a heart that's pure *
* She's the girl next door
* Just for me
* What you get is what you see
* No more maybe
it's may believe *
* She can give you
everything you need *
* She's the girl next door.
* Nice, but not
in a heart that's pure *
* She's the girl next door
* Just for me
[*]
Ah!
Ah!
That's the last time
I take flying tips from you!
It's like you flew into
that bird on purpose!
I was hungry!
Mmm.
Where are we?
Looks like the old cemetery.
Do you smell something?
All I smell is pigeon.
Ah... ahh...
Achoo!
[sound of shoveling]
Ugh, it's totally
coming from over there.
Yeah, I smell it now.
That's a whole new
kind of awkward.
Do I wet myself or vomit?
How about you give me some more
flying tips after all?
And then I got the puck-
-and totally
ollied for a goal!
Dude, you haven't even
touched the ice yet.
And I'm pretty sure "ollie's"
a skateboarding term.
Who cares?
Let's milk this jock
thing while we can.
Like Boltz.
We should totally
hang out with him!
And talk about what?
How those guys are
gonna wedgy us later?
Hello?
We made the team, they didn't.
Watch and learn.
Scusie.
[growling]
Hey, guys!
So how come you weren't
at practice today?
Oh, that's right,
you're not on the team.
This area's for players only,
all right?
Scooch.
Wow.
That just happened.
So, Boltz, right?
You were really killer
on that rink today!
Yeah, those were
some sweeeet -
...hands?
I mean that slap
shot was awesome.
Mrrrrrrrrrr.
You guys won't believe
what happened last night!
Mrrrrrrrrrr.
Who's he?
This is Boltz.
'Cause he's faster
than lightning.
Why are you guys dressed
like hockey players?
It's not Halloween yet.
We made the hockey team.
What?
That's great!
So, what, you guys are, like,
water boys or something?
No!
We happen to be players.
Yeah, and this is
the players' table,
so unless you're one of
our hockey groupies...
Hi.
Right?
Yeah, I'm so not on that team.
Fine.
So, Boltz ...
what up?
[*]
There you are!
Special delivery from
the vampire council.
What now?
Proper fang hygiene or
werewolf dating tips?
Who's the new hunk?
That's Boltz with a B.
As in BO.
He's on the hockey team
with Ethan and Benny.
Your dorks
turned into jocks?
This is crazy!
Totally.
I mean, I've seen
jocks be dorky,
but never dorks-
I mean this!
It says I'm wanted
for grave robbing!
Why would I do that?
Bad nutritional choices?
Ugh, that's sick!
I don't even feed
on the living!
I stick to bottled,
organic plasma.
Yeah, that's not
gonna help your case.
So, are you gonna introduce me
to Boltz or what?
Mrrrrrr.
[meows]
Sarah, you have been
accused of necro-gluto.
How do you plead?
Necro-what?
I thought I was accused
of draining dead people.
That's what necro-gluto means.
Don't you kids
learn Latin anymore?
Whatever it's called,
I didn't do it!
First of all: GROSS!
And second of all... ew!
Those are both valid points.
But we know you were
in the graveyard.
We found your hairclip.
Okay, fine, I was there.
But I didn't do anything!
Ask Rory, he was there too!
We did.
He said you were on a date.
He what?
We didn't believe it either,
which is why you
stand accused.
This is a serious crime.
Feeding on the dead
can spread sickness
to the whole
vampire community.
I haven't been
necro-glueing or whatever,
but I think I saw
the person who is.
Very well.
You can have 48 hours to
catch the grave robber,
and prove your innocence.
Okay...
So what if I fail?
We would have to kill
the virus inside you
before it spreads.
Oh.
Like with antibiotics?
No.
Something much more permanent.
[thunderclap]
[*]
And so the council's
gonna terminate me
if I don't catch this guy.
I really need your help.
We'd love to,
but...
...the team
needs us too.
For what?
You said yourself
you barely set foot on the ice.
Hey, bench warming
is a noble tradition!
Hey, Boltz,
what's up!
UH!
It's harder
than it looks.
Sorry, Sarah,
I'd like to help
but we have the
team to think about.
Fine, I'll do it myself.
But next time there's a
monster in your closet,
call someone else.
Ah!
Watch your step, missy!
Sorry.
Ew, do all hockey
players smell like BO?
Oh, hey, Rory.
Hi, Sarah!
Can I help you?
No.
Then why are you following me?
Oh, the council
told me to make sure
you don't sink your fangs
into anymore dead dudes.
But, you know
I never did that!
You were there!
Yeah, but the council
hates it when I argue.
Or talk.
And this way we get to
spend two days together!
Ugh, stake me now.
Erica's supposed
to babysit you too.
She's around here somewhere.
So, have we met before?
Or was that just in my dreams?
Mrrrrr.
[laughs]
You're so witty!
I bet you're ruggedly
handsome too.
Mrrr!
Awwww, he's shy-
and strong.
I like that.
Mrrr!
Oh!
It is like somebody
ran over a lizard
then stapled it
to your face.
Erica, let's go!
We have to watch
Sarah so she doesn't-
dig-dig, munch-munch, yum-yum.
Subtle.
Yeah, fine, let's go.
I literally never want
to see his face again.
What's wrong with
that Boltz kid?
What?
He scored four points today!
Yeah, three were on
his own net!
He's got skills,
he just needs a little-
Brain?
Um...
I kinda have the
opposite problem.
See, I know what to do,
it's just the "doing"
where I have trouble.
Yeah.
Well, if you have
any ideas for Boltz,
I sure would love
to hear them.
For starters, I'd-
I'd shoot farther
from the net.
That goalie's too good
at blocking up close.
[whistle]
[*]
[buzzer]
Um, now try going
behind the net
and rebounding it off
number 7's helmet!
[whistle]
[buzzer]
Um, now pass it to number 8,
and body check
him into the net!
Ooof!
[buzzer]
We're in the lead!
Thanks, Ethan!
Huh!
Can't take all the credit.
Boltz helped a little.
You look a little
worn out, kid.
Why don't you
ride the pine?
Sure.
There's something's
going on with Boltz.
What do you mean?
He's playing better than ever!
I know but I don't
think he's ...
a natural.
[grunting]
He looks like
a normal jock to me.
Trust me, there's
something's up.
It has to do with
that gem on his mask.
I just don't know
what it's ...
Dude, it's obvious!
He stumbled onto some
kinda magical steroids
and cheated his
way to becoming
the greatest player ever!
How are you so sure?
Because it's exactly
what I would do!
Good game, guys.
There might be
something more to this.
I think we should
look up that gem-
Hey, boys!
Great game today!
Thanks!
I always give 111 percent.
That's nice, son.
Say, Ethan...
[clears throat]
You had some
brilliant ideas today.
Mind hanging back?
I'd sure would love
to pick your brain.
Oh, me?
I don't know...
Benny and I
did have that...
...homework
we had to do.
What homework?
You know, that
gemistry homework?
Oh that?
No, I can do that
for both of us.
Hey, that's the team spirit!
All right, just stay put
while I stow the gear away.
Benny!
What was that?
Relax, he might know
something about Boltz.
I guess you're right.
Yeah.
Meanwhile, I find out
what his mojo is,
duplicate it.
Next time you see me,
I'll be just like Boltz.
[grunting]
Well, not exactly like him.
You get the idea.
So you get accused
of grave robbing
and you wanna hang out
in a graveyard?
For the last time,
I do not drain
dead people, okay?
Do you think that's the guy?
Go away, you rotten kids!
If you want rob a grave,
dig your own!
Ah!
Way to take down that...
Elderly disabled man.
Uuuugh, my arthritis.
Come on, he's a grave robber!
I only collect spare parts.
Not like they're using them.
And you're using them WHY?
For hockey.
That sport is a lot
weirder than I thought.
Okay, let's see,
athletic ability...
Whoa.
[phone rings]
Hi, Sarah.
Did you know there's a
spell that cures athlete's foot?
Fascinating.
Did you know your buddy Boltz
isn't your average jock?
Of course!
I'm trying to
figure out his trick
so I can do it myself.
Well, unless you're a pile
of dead body parts,
it won't help.
Come again?
This old weirdo says
the stone on his mask
is called the Eye of Zartak.
It resurrects dead limbs
in whatever shape
you put them in.
Your buddy Boltz
is made of a dozen
dead hockey players!
Do you know what this means?
That we have a crazy hockey
monster on the loose?
No, it means I'll never
be good at hockey!
Monster's not crazy,
just slow.
Good brain's hard to find.
Too many worms get in,
make like Swiss cheese.
Ugh, whatever.
Well, your build-it-yourself
hockey days are over.
What?
I no build no player.
I'm just a grave robber.
Is that supposed
to be better?
So, if you're not
behind this, who is?
The new man,
uh, Steiner.
A very hands-on coach.
Told me to find a
thick skull for-
he's got this new juicy
geek brain he find.
Did he just say
"geek brain he find"?
Ethan!
Are you ready to be
part of something
much bigger than you?
Anything for the team,
right?
[sigh]
That's the attitude I like.
The two of you made a
great team out there today.
Between your brains
and his skill,
you could go all the way.
I'm talking NHL here.
Really?
Thanks.
The question is,
how committed are you?
Are you ready to take
this to the next level?
Sure!
Um, but about Boltz ...
How well do you know him?
I made him the
player that he is.
Wait.
Is that-
Only the finest parts from
the greatest hockey stars
that ever died in this town!
Only one part missing...
Well, good luck with that.
I'm not sure I wanna
be cut out for this.
Come on, Ethan.
There's no "I" in team.
No, there's a U in lunatic!
[grunting]
Great knockdown, kiddo!
Technically,
cross-checking,
[groaning]
Is it just me,
or is it really cold in here?
Ah!
Well, whether you
sprained an ankle
or ripped out an organ,
it's always best
to put ice on it.
Now, if you'll excuse me,
I've gotta give Boltz' slap
shot a little more zip.
[cracking]
There ya go, sport!
Now, you may feel
a slight jolt.
[crackling]
[loud grunting]
[grunting]
It's alive!
[grunting]
Up top!
And now for the final piece.
You're gonna kill me
just so Whitechapel
can make the playoffs?
Oh, relax, Ethan,
I'm just going to put
your brain into his body.
You'll be fine.
[alarm ringing]
[sigh]
I have to attend to something.
Boltz!
Ethan!
This place is huge.
Next time, can you join
a ping-pong team or something?
I wouldn't!
Pongers are animals!
Hey!
You kids are trespassing!
Can it, Franken-coach!
We're here for Ethan!
ALL of Ethan!
Boltz!
Defence!
[grunting]
Is that supposed to be a head?
How is he even drinking?
I know.
He is totally hotter
with his mask on.
I'm through playing games.
Sarah, wait!
Yeah, vamp speed plus ice
equals wipe-out every time.
Good to know.
Just find Ethan!
[grunting]
We'll take care
of Mr. Mumbles.
Please tell me that's
for a helmet fitting!
Once I have your noodle out,
they'll have no
choice but to let me
put it in Boltz.
You'll never get
away with this!
Ethan?
In here!
Waaaah!
[buzzer]
Did we win?
[grunting]
Oh, wait!
I'm on your team, remember?
[growling]
Ah, little help!
Hey, Boltz, baby.
I can't believe I liked you!
[grunting]
I hope they never take
the biting out of hockey.
Ugh!
Ugh, that tastes like
mouldy sewer water!
Ethan!
B-be-hind you!
Ahhhhhh!
There.
Now, where were we?
[grunting]
Hey, Jockenstein!
How about a little one-on-one?
[grunting]
Benny Weir with the puck.
He's gotta go top shelf.
It's do or die!
[grunting]
Literally.
Ahh!
MMMMRRRrrrrrr!
NO WAY!
BENNY IS THE GREATEST!
Yes!
What happened to him?
Did the Zarkak-thingy
fall out or something?
Fall out?
TELL ME you saw that shot!
Come on, Ethan!
There's no I
in "scream" either.
[screaming]
Sorry, Coach.
It looks like you won't
be making the cut.
Are you okay?
Yeah, but I am
done with hockey.
I've had enough ice
time to last me forever.
...and so you can be assured
the grave robbing is over.
At least until
next hockey season.
Wonderful story, Sarah.
But how do we know you didn't
just pay some homeless man
to lie for you?
I'm standing right here.
I- I thought about that.
So I brought you this.
These are all the spare
parts that were stolen.
And if you thought I was
draining the dead,
you can check for fang marks.
Actually touch them?
That would take hours.
Try not to get sick.
It's too bad Stern
folded the team
after Steiner and
Boltz vanished.
Are you kidding?
We're lucky
we never had to play.
Yeah, good point...
But I will miss the status
that team got us, though.
No, no, no.
Hey, we'll still
have the status-
Or maybe not.
It's okay, guys!
I'm good.
I'm good.
We'll always have
this to remind us
of how cool we almost were.
I'll take that.
But that's-that's-
School property?
I know.
I'm gathering all the
equipment for storage.
This was the last
item on my list.
Are you sure you want it?
I mean, it's... ancient.
It was the Whitechapel
hockey team.
ALL the equipment is ancient.
That stinks.
If Boltz was here,
I know what he'd say.
Yeah.
Mrrrr.
Mrrrrah.