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We moved here about a month ago.

My parents, they said it'd be better

for me and my brother Eric.

They always say that
when they want something.

Everything's different.

All the streets had different names,

all my friends were far away.

I was miserable.

I hated it.

Till I met my first friend--
Maurice.

I'll never, ever have
a friend like him again.

Damn it, I hate this.

You wanted a bigger house,
a fixer-upper.

I wanted something
both of us could do together,

and you're never here.

You think I like commuting
two hours to a job I hate?

I thought things would be different here.

I thought we'd spend time together.

You're the one who stopped working.

- You think I like being a stranger to my kids?
- I don't know.

Oh, come on,
I'm not a monster, I'm a man.

I'm not sure there's a big difference.

Great, now I'm a monster?

Look, I just wish you'd
be here when you're here.

Hi, my name's Sam Yahay,
and welcome to Channel 98

cable access,
"All About Chicks."

- Today, my guest is Lovey.
- Lani.

Oh, sorry, Lani, right.

So, Lani, tell me,
where are you from?

I'm from Fort Lauderdale,
but I'm dying to go to LA.

- Mommy!
- Yeah, right.

- So, uh, Lani...
- Mommy!

What do you think about the world economy?

Mommy! Mommy,
Mommy, a monster!

A monster!
Mommy, Mommy, a monster!

A monster!

Mom, a monster!

Oh, honey, are you all right?

Okay, now, there was a monster in your dream.

I was wide awake.

Oh, well, it was probably
just your mommy snoring.

This is no joke, Dad.
There was a real monster.

Really?

Honey, there's no such thing as monsters.

It ran in from the hall,
grabbed my ankle, and slid under my bed.

- Under the bed?
- Uh-huh.

- Under the bed?
- Yeah.

No, Dad, don't!

Yuck.

- No monsters.
- Sick.

I guess all the dust bunnies scared him away.

- Bunny?
- No, no, no bunnies, no monsters.

There is nothing under your bed.

Now, why don't you just go to sleep, okay?

Can I have the flashlight?

Sure, honey.
Would you get it?

Honey, I thought we--
I'll get the, uh...

get the flashlight.

Okay, come on, tuck up.

You know, I bet those monsters
are more afraid of you

than you are of them.

I know.

Once you realize they don't exist--

poof-- they disappear.

Now, that's a lot of power.

Glen...

- Don't burn up the batteries, okay?
- Dad...

- I won't.
- Good night, sweetheart.

All right, have a good sleep.

Good night, Mom.
Good night, Dad.

Good night, honey.

Do you think he heard us?

Of course he heard us.
That's what scared him.

Eric, did you take your vitamins?

- Yes.
- Good boy.

Okay, no trading for Twinkies today.

Oh, come on, Mom.
I don't do that.

Then you carry over the one.

- Hi, Dad. Hey, Mom.
- Good morning.

Hi, honey.

Hope whatever you watched on TV last night

was worth your allowance and two weeks of TV.

- Huh?
- "Huh"?

We found the sandwich, Brian.

- What sandwich?
- Brian Arthur Stevenson,

you are the only person in this family

who eats peanut butter and onion sandwiches.

You think every time you get caught

you can just lie your way out of it?

Damn.

Damn it.

The plumber's coming next week.

Great, I can leave him all these dishes.

Just keep telling yourself
it's our dream house.

It's our dream house,
it's our dream house,

it's our dream house.

Ugh.

You're dead, mister.

- Hey, I didn't do anything.
- Just like the sandwich?

All right, all right, fine.
I admit it, I did have a sandwich,

but I did not have any ice cream.

Why do you always blame everything on me?

Hey, well, somebody put scuff marks
on the door kicking them open

and somebody puts gum under the table.

Brian, you are old enough
to know the difference

between right and wrong.

Why don't you start acting it?

"Why don't you start acting it," Dad?

Look at it this way.
The day can only get better.

Great, then can I stay home from school?

Are you sorry we moved?

I hate it here.

Guess you miss your friends, huh?

Mom, it's killing me.

You know, the realtor, Mr. Coleman,

he had a kid about your age.

Ronnie Coleman's a Toad.

Well, he seemed like a nice kid to me.

Great, then you can invite him
over for milk and dead flies.

I would, but your father ate 'em all.

The stock market tumbled sharply

as the slide most were
anticipating finally happened.

- The Dow Jones Industrial Average...
- Brian!

My bike!
You ran over it!

My car.

Whose fault is this, Brian?

Uh-uh, no way.

I parked it right over there.
Right there.

Oh, right, right.
So, before I got in the car,

I went around and put the bike there myself?
Forget it, Charlie.

First my shirt, now this.
I'm 15 minutes late here.

What do you expect me to do with my bike?

Look, it--
it's destroyed!

Well, you're gonna have
to learn to ride it like that.

You're grounded for two weeks,
no TV for three,

and you can forget about your
allowance till that car is paid up.

Glen, isn't that a little rough?

Holly, don't make me the villain here.

So, Dad, you mean to tell me
that my bike is ruined

and your car has a little dent in it,

I'm being punished?
That's not fair!

Somebody put it there, Brian.

And it didn't slime you.
You're sure?

Sure I'm sure.
I think I'd know if I was slimed.

And it didn't go into the closet?

You know, like,
to rip something off?

- Nope.
- What about your desk?

It didn't do your geography homework, did it?

Look, Todd,

I never would've told you about this,
but--

Okay, all right.

So, this is an exclusively
under-the-bed phenomenon

we're dealing with here.

That's right,
exclusively under my bed.

It really was a monster.

Really?
What did it look like?

I don't know.

Hi, Kiersten.

Hi.

Slow down!

Eric, you Toad.

Why aren't you riding your bike?

What bike? Dad ran over it
because you left it in the driveway.

No, way.
Your bike?

- No, way!
- Look, I put it away.

Mom and Dad sure wouldn't touch it.

So that only leaves you.

I didn't touch your bike.

I can hardly reach the pedals.

All right, that's it.
You lie to me, you starve.

My lunch!
You jerk, I didn't do anything!

Oh, yeah, right.
And what about that ice cream?

You snuck some ice cream last night,
too, didn't ya?

Forget it.
Don't blame it on me.

- The monster.
- That's it.

- That's what it was doing.
- There are no monsters.

- Who's Eric?
- Uh-oh.

Who's the Eric who threw his lunch at me?

He did.

You Eric?

You want this back?

Sit down back there!

Why don't you pick on someone your own size?

Like Bigfoot.

Maybe I will.

Get back in your seats

or I'll destroy every one of you!

You're dead meat, Stevenson.

Yeah.

Ow!

Stevenson!

If it's the last thing I do today,
I'm gonna make you eat this shirt.

Fight, fight, fight, fight.

Listen, Coleman, I'm surprised
you haven't eaten it already.

- Huh? Huh?
- Why you...

Nail his head!

The principal!

Cool it, man.
Here comes Turner!

Come on, cool it, guys.

Break it up.
Break it up.

Break it up!

What is going on here?

Sir, I was just showing Brian
what he did to my shirt

- and he pushed me away.
- Oh, come on--

- Stevenson, you're new here, aren't you?
- Yes, sir.

Well, I think we'd better
have a little talk in my office.

You have rules to learn.

Toodles, Bri.

Whoa, there's enough power in here

to light up Yankee Stadium.

- Already out on parole?
- Very funny.

So what's up, Miss Deveaux?

You really wanna know
or you're just askin'?

I really wanna know.

Disgusting.
Your face may corrode the camera.

Whoa.
This is cool.

Don't touch.
It's fragile.

It's a night-blooming cactus.

I wanna see if artificial sunlight

changes its normal blooming pattern.

I'm training it to bloom in the daytime.

To be scientific,
I document the results with Polaroids.

Hey, you know what?

If you mounted the camera in one spot,
like, upside down,

you could take a whole bunch of pictures

and make them into like--
you know, like a movie.

Here, look.

Like time-lapse photography.

- That's great.
- Yeah, um, so I guess it's all set.

Me and you will team up on the project.

Forget it, Brian.
I'll end up doing all the work.

No chance.
Find somebody else to leech off of.

Hey, all right.
You know what?

Think about it, take your time.

You'll probably change your mind.

Hey, if you say there's no monster,

then switch rooms with me.

- What?
- Switch rooms with me.

Yeah, you sleep in Eric's room

and he sleeps in your room.

- You just want my room.
- Nuh-uh.

I want you to prove me wrong.

- I dare you to switch rooms.
- Double dare.

- Relax, Toad.
- I double dare you to switch rooms.

- Will you guys take a hike?
- I'll pay you.

Okay, Toad.

Brian, you gotta stay the whole night

and you gotta sleep with your
legs sticking out of the covers.

And you have to have the door closed.

Oh, God, please, stop.

I can't take it.
You're frightening me.

Eric, Todd, it's time for bed.

Hey, you guys,
don't touch anything in my room.

- Good night, Dad.
- Good night, Mr. Stevenson.

Good night.

- Hey, Dad.
- Hey, Bri.

You know, I think it's really nice of you

to switch rooms with Eric like this.

- I'm proud of you.
- Thanks.

Yeah.

Personally, I think
you guys are both kinda nuts

about this,
uh, monster thing,

- but if you happen to see him tonight...
- Yeah?

...could you maybe get me some autographs or--

Okay, okay.
Yes!

Okay, I'll get your autographs!
Stop tickling!

So the girl's waiting
for her roommate to get back.

She's getting real scared.

Oh, yeah, her room's on the second floor.

So she's waiting.

It's probably the darkest night ever.

Suddenly, from outside she hears,
"Thump-thump.

Thump-thump."
So she gets real brave.

She inches her way to the door.

She hears it again.

"Thump-thump.
Thump-thump."

So this girl is standing by the door

and the "thump-thump"
is getting louder and louder.

So she opens the door and screams.

But she won't come out.

She looks out, terrified as her
roommate comes up the stairs.

Only the axe man cut off all her arms and legs.

She's dragging herself up by her chin.

Thump-thump. Thump-thump. Thump-thump.

Phenomenally incredible, huh?

It really happened?

I'm deadly serious, man.

My brother Freddie told me
it happened to a friend

of a friend of a distant cousin
of a cousin of ours.

Darn.

Please, oh, please, no!

Someone please help!

Please!
Help me, please!

Go away!
Go away!

Hey, Brian.

Hey, Brian, you okay?

Looks like you got two
weird phenomenons in your house--

a monster and a giant chicken.

Double or nothing.

Can I be excused?

Yes.

Eric wanted you to have this.

Hi, Mom.

Hi.

Brian, are you all right?

Fine, Mom.
Never felt better.

Oh, well, then what are you
doing in bed at 9:15 at night?

School, Mom.

It's a big day ahead of me.

Big, big, day.

Sounds nice, Brian.

Why don't I believe you?

It's the new me.

Okay.

Well, I guess I'll see the brand-new,
all-new you in the morning.

Mom?

I love you.

I love you, too, honey.

- Good night.
- Good night.

Yeah!

Ah!

Dad, a mons...

ter.

What are you doing, Brian?

What the hell is going--
look at this mess.

What the hell am I stepping in?
Doritos? Jesus.

- I'll clean 'em up.
- You're damn right you will.

Get back in that bed, mister.

Dad, wait a minute.
There was a monster here.

You gotta believe me.

A monster.
Brian, it's a pile of clothes.

You're wrestling a pile of clothes.

What's so funny?

After you finish cleaning this room tomorrow,

you're gonna clean out the garage.

And after the garage,
you're gonna cut the hedges.

But it wasn't my fault.

After the hedges,
you're gonna mow the lawn.

- It wasn't my fault.
- Good night.

Boo.

Keep an eye out for monsters!

Uh-uh.

- I'll scream.
- Scream? Good idea.

You scream, your dad's gonna come in here

with a 12-gauge shotgun--
pow-- blow your head off.

Actually, I'll scream.

Shut up!

Great.

Actually, your dad's gonna come in here

and find Dorito puke all over the floor.

What's he gonna say, huh?
Wow, baseball cards!

I love baseball cards.
Got 'em, got 'em, need 'em,

got' em, got' em,
got' em, need 'em,

got' em, need 'em,
need 'em, got' em,

need 'em, need 'em,
got' em, got' em, need 'em.

Oh, football.

He goes to the 25 yard line,

the 50 yard line,
the 40 yard line.

Stevenson, go for the long bomb.

Whoa.

Light! The sun!
The sun! The sun!

Let me go, let me go,
let me go, let me go!

Ow.

Ooh, oh, ow.

Ooh, whoa, ow.

Ow, ow, ow, ow,

ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow.

Ow. Ah.

Okay.
Horns.

Great!

Great, now nobody's gonna recognize me.

I gotta get under the bed.

- I gotta go under--
- No!

What's happening?

I gotta get back.
I gotta go.

I gotta go.
I gotta-- oh.

What's going on?

Bacon and eggs, kid.
What do you want,

sunny side up or over easy, huh?

You're dying.

It's the sunlight, isn't it?

First it disfigures you,
then it kills you.

Nah, you're mixing me up
with that pansy with the red cape.

Please. Ow.

I have to--

I have to get under the bed before--

before the sun totally rises.

Uh-uh, no way.
You wrecked my bike.

You've been pulling stuff,
trying to get me in trouble.

Brian. Bri-- please.

Damn.

Hey, bud.

The name's Maurice and I'll catch ya later.

He finds Ainge.
DJ, straight away 20.

No. Rebound New York.

Michael Jack--
Mark Jackson.

Fastball inside to Schmidt--

Back in a hurry. Oh, nice.

This is ridiculous!
I want my remote.

Where the hell is it?

How am I supposed to watch TV
without the remote, huh?

Have you, by any chance,
seen a piece of sandpaper

or a paintbrush around here
the last few days?

- Huh?
- Now Reggie.

Straight away foul line.
No.

Well, yeah, sure, there was one.

But there are no more, right?

Right.
Your room is monster-free.

So I'll be taking my master suite back tonight.

- 16 to go.
- He's tired. DJ is tired.

Brian! Eric!

Hey, Bri, Eric?

Have you guys seen the remote thing?

I've got the Celtics, the Sox,
and the Masters are on.

I can't switch without the--
you know, the remote.

I didn't take it, Dad!

Well, then, where--

God damn this house.

Mom, a monster!

Hey, why'd you change rooms
with that whiffle ball, huh?

You know, he's gonna have a heart attack

by the time he's 10.

Ow.

- Ow...
- I get it!

All right, so, like,

when it gets darker,
your eyeballs get bigger.

But then when the lights go on,
you turn into clothes.

Oh, brilliant, Bri.
Just brilliant.

You must be in, what?
At least grade two.

- Six.
- A worldly scholar.

Super. I love it.
Now how about lighting a candle?

These lights are painful, man.

No way.
I have enough problems

without you running around
getting me into more.

You got your stupid remote control back.

Now turn off the lights.

Hey, what about the batteries?

I ate 'em for breakfast.
I'd give 'em to you right now,

but AA batteries constipate me, okay?

- Maybe a little later?
- That's gross.

Hey, and what about my bike?

I'll get you a new bike.

Just get me out of these clothes!

Shh!

Honest, I'm burning up.
My inseams are on fire!

All right, but any funny moves
and you're clothes.

Grazie, boy. Grazie.

Oh, you're a pretty sharp kid.

You're-- oh, you're ugly,
but you're sharp.

Wait, wait, wait.
Let me get it. Let me get it.

You know, I thought it was
something good, but it's snot.

I've been in this business now,
what, well over 200 years,

and I've never been trapped once.

- How old are you?
- 11.

Wow, and I ain't gettin' any prettier.

Hey, dude.
Come here, bud.

You don't know it yet,
but tonight it is your lucky night.

- What do you mean?
- I mean--

Oh, oh, I know.
You're gonna grant me 3 wishes, right?

Wishes?

Wishes?
Wishes are bush-league leprechaun, pal.

I'm a monster, okay?
Okay, listen to this.

I'm a monster,
and monsters don't do wishes.

- Then what do monsters do?
- Good question.

I have the time of my life.

- Tada!
- How do you do that?

It's magic, chump.
It is.

You just gotta be handsome
and gorgeous like me

or have somebody handsome
and gorgeous like me show you how.

Brian Stevenson, come on down.

I can't.

"Can't."
Ooh, I hate that word.

Ooh, ooh, that word's like caca to me.

No, can't, can't.
You can't jam a basketball.

You can't have a hand grenade
go off in your lap and survive.

Those things you can't do.

But you can take a walk on the wild side.

Well, I mean, look.
I mean, even if I do go,

how do I know I'm gonna be able to come back?

Listen to me.
What goes on down there

is every kid's fantasy.

Imagine, if you will...

imagine a world solely of kids,

kids that just wanna have fun.

And make trouble.

Trouble?

Trouble is our code of honor.

It's our blood,
our life support system.

It's our raison d'être.

- That's French.
- Do they all look like you?

Only the good-looking ones.

Think of it, Bri.
No teachers, no rules, no homework.

No parents.
You hear me, boy?

- I said-- I said no parents.
- No parents.

Man, that alone is worth
all the money in the world.

It's about leaving your clothes

wherever it is you wanna leave 'em.

It's about never having
to clean up after you eat.

It's about never worrying
about being on time. Whoa!

It's about staying up late, watching
whatever it is you wanna watch on TV.

You wanna watch "Letterman"?

You wanna watch the Playboy Channel?

It's about nailing somebody that bugs you

in a way that you never dreamed possible.

What's that?

It's about total,
100%, unadulterated,

where's-the-beef anarchy!

Brian, it's about freedom.

Freedom to live life

the way the creators
of this planet intended it.

Man, that sounds great.

What do you say, bud?
You ready?

Maurice, I was born ready.

But first I'm gonna need some insurance.

Whoa, there, thunder.
No, no, no candles, matches.

Even something festive like this--
this would be nice.

But absolutely nada--
no bright light.

Okay, bud?
Oh, all right, all right, all right.

If you wanna take it,
I'm tellin' ya, we gotta hide it.

- Okay, sure.
- Okay? Sure.

Come on.

Maurice!

Whoosh.

Hey, bud.

- Come on.
- Whoa. What is this place?

I mean, I thought the dining room
was under Eric's room.

Well, we're not
in Kansas anymore, bud.

Come on, take a look at this.

Take a gander, Bri.
Ain't it amazin'?

Wow.

Yo, Brian, move 'em out.

We're burning nightlight, pard'.

Come on, come on, come on.

- Oh.
- Hey, Maurice. Like the horns.

Syd!

I never forget a face.

It's the other one I can't remember.
Get outta here, bud.

Come on, Brian.

- Did not. Did not. Did not.
- Did, too. Did, too. Did, too.

Hey, Owl, Rigsbut,
this is my new bud.

- Hi, bud.
- Hi, the name's Brian.

- Hi, Brian.
- Bud.

- Brian. Brian. Brian.
- Bud. Bud. Bud.

Wait a second.

What are all these stairs
and ladders for?

Good question, bud.

Every one of these staircases

leads to some poor soul's bedroom.

It's like--
let me put this simply.

It's a veritable cornucopia of mischief.

- Hi, Maurice.
- Hey, come here. Come here.

- What's that on your shirt?
- Where? Aw.

Get outta here.
Let me show you around.

Let me show you straight.

Don't do it.
"I have to do it!"

Don't do it. "Nobody likes me!
Good-bye cruel world!"

Gomer, Brian.
Brian, Gomer.

Any friend of Maurice is a friend of mine.

Eh.

- You're gonna love this place.
- What?

All right, the magic word.

Oh, I forget the magic word.

- It's, uh-- it's, uh...
- Think, think!

That's it! Come on, bud!

- Shoot, shoot, shoot!
- How you doing? Strike!

Oh, rock 'n' roll!

- Dance with me, babe.
- Sure.

One, two, cha-cha-cha.

One, two.

- Yeah.
- That's neat, Bri.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Free ball, free ball!

Hey. Hey,
what are you doing?

- You're gonna tilt it!
- I know the place-- ow!

Kiddo, baby, honey, bubby.

Open your eyes.
Don't ya know?

Down here there's no such thing as tilt.

Go. Win it, boss.
Win it!

Come on, Maurice, go!

This is my favorite place on the whole planet.

Every craving you've ever craved.

Every flavor you've ever flaved.

And the best part
is you don't see any parents

telling the kids what they can't eat, do ya?

No.

- Do ya?
- No!

Must get beef!

Oh.

'Za, I love 'za.

Cake.

For later.

Laces tied together.

Hey, somebody wants you over there.

- What?
- Right there, yeah.

Whoa!

- Hey, you hurt me.
- Hey, don't fight.

- Did not.
- Did, too.

Oh, look, somebody dropped a quarter.

- Whose is it? Don't know.
- Don't know.

- Hey, let me give you a hand with that.
- Oh, yeah, me, too.

- Oh.
- Oh, uh-oh.

- Hey, Maurice.
- Hey, Schmoog.

- Who's the drip?
- Hey, ease off, bud.

This young man, he saved me
from a fatal case of sunburn,

so I decided to give him the grand tour.

Oh, well...

- you got a brat in Cleveland.
- A brat in Cleveland.

- An imp in Atlanta.
- An imp in Atlanta.

- And a twerp in Boston.
- And a twerp in-- and a dweeb giving me all this.

Raise hell tonight.

And show him how it's done.

I will.

- Biting--
- Wait a second.

You're not gonna tell me there's
an airport in this place, are you?

Brian, come on.

Does it look like these
hunchbacks can handle a plane?

It's magic.

- That was pretty neat, huh?
- Yeah.

See, down heredistance is like time.

- Yeah?
- And time is like...

it's like polyester with an Acrylon blend.

Whoa, where are you, bud?

Wait a second.

This is somebody else's house.

No. Duh.

Where'd you park the squad car, Dick Tracy?

- Come on.
- Hey, hey, look.

Hey, chill out, babe, okay?
I mean, you're quick.

That's good instinct,
but it's a little...

primitive, huh?

Whoa, not now, Harold.

Isn't he sweet?

I bet you he's dreaming about puppies

and his favorite baseball player.

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

Well, not for long.

- Yellow.
- Yellow.

Yellow.

- Blue, blue.
- Blue, blue.

Ah...

Chocolata.

- All right.
- Never above 3'6".

3'6"?
Ooh.

- Always against white. Looks good against white.
- Yeah.

You know, Bri,
we live in a world

dedicated to wreaking hell
on an entire nation of kids.

- Kids, hey, they're not that bad.
- Mm-hmm.

We're the reason kids
get locked in their rooms.

We're the reason brothers
hate their sisters.

We're also the reason that
parents send their kids back to camp.

I love it!

I'm alive!

Maurice, Maurice, is there any
way I can make, like, a special stop?

I wanna check somebody out.

Oh, you're too good.

You're just too damn good!

- ♪ Wanna yell...
- Whoa, something stinks.

Look at Ronnie Coleman

with his little teddy bear and thumb.

This is classic.

- What's this? What's this?
- Oh, oh.

- Ronnie's sandwich.
- Ronnie's sandwich.

Yeah.
All right.

- What flavor-- what is it?
- What is it?

Tuna fish.

- Ooh, it stinks.
- Yes.

Cat food.

- Perfect.
- And then-- hoo-hoo.

- Wrap it nicely.
- And then you bake it in the oven 350 degrees.

- Okay. Okay, ready?
- All right, yeah.

- Turn it face up.
- All right.

They'll never notice.

What, what, what?

- Apple juice? So what?
- Hold it.

Yeah, what?

You're drinking it?

Maurice, that's disgusting.

What is that all about?

And good for you, too.

What are you doing?

All right, Maurice! That's great!

All right, yes.
Oh, yes.

Oh, yes.

Oh, boy, what'd you eat today, man.

Ronnie's gonna be pissed.

No kidding.

Hiy-- ow.

Yow!

I feel like I have been on vacation for a week.

Cool, bud.

No.

My dad's getting up in 10 minutes.

Whoa, that means the sun comes up in five.

Okay, bud.

I can't bear to see anybody

go up there without protection.

Those UVs can be pretty dangerous,

if you know what I mean.

- Thanks.
- Yeah.

Visiting hours are over at dawn,

so unless you want a new
residence or a set of horns,

we'd better book, bud, okay?

I suppose you're going to tell me

your sister did this.

Uh-huh.

I'm innocent!
I'm innocent!

I'll take a lie-detector test!

If you didn't do it, who did?!

I don't know!

Peter!

It's because
I'm working, isn't it?

Son, doll hair
never grows back.

What made you think
the cat needed a shave?

Do you want to go
to military school?

Good morning, Mr. Stevenson!

Move it.

Hey, what's with the glasses,
Rip Van Winkle?

I had a late night.

I bet you were up real late working on
your science project.

Actually, I never thought of it that way.

Well, mine's all finished.

Great.

Mmm.

Piss!

Who put piss in my apple juice?

- Yes!
- Gross!

Yes! Yes!
All right!

Ew, he spit piss on the principal!

Maurice!

A natural.

No-holds-barred,
dyed-in-the-wool,

no-assembly-required natural.

Wah!

What?

"What"?
What do you think?

Geez, I thought I was quick,

but you, you, you, Scooby Doo,

you're already moving through the shadows.

- No, I'm not.
- No, you're not?

- No.
- No.

You pulled me through.

Get out of town.
Fine, fine, fine.

Don't believe me,

but I'm tellin' ya one thing, buddy boy.

It was a lot easier
pulling you through tonight

than it was last night.

- Oh.
- Maurice, why'd you do that?

- Oh!
- Nice ass.

I'm good in Twister, too. Wow.

Not even my mother
sees me in my boxer shorts.

Well, do you ever see her in hers?

Say, Bri, don't you have
any cheese in your life, bud?

Cheese?
What kind?

- "Madem-oiselles."
- What?

Squeeze, tomatoes,

broads, chicks, girls.

I said, girls.

Don't you have anybody else
in your life besides your mother

who wears an over-the-shoulder boulder holder?

I think your babe just barked.

So, uh, what's this
Kiersten dame like, huh?

Personally, I'm a--
I'm a wart and mole kinda guy.

Huh?
Huh?

Hey, I'm talkin' to you.

Oh, well, she's pretty neat,

but she is a girl.

You know, real smart,
always knows the answer,

always raises her hand.

- Always has her homework done?
- Exactly.

I amaze me.

Okay, Gumby, showtime.

I don't believe it.
She likes me.

I thought she hated me.

Why would anybody hate you, Bri?

All you are is ugly.

Hey, Brian, Brian, I want you to meet
a couple friends of mine.

This is Barbie and this is Midge.

These chicks are so close to my heart.

No, it's just that ever since we moved here,

I haven't really been able to
make friends, other than you.

And I never thought anybody really cared.

Least of all Kiersten.

Oh, Brian.

Every--
everybody cares.

It's just that--
it's just that certain people

have a different way of showing it.

Some people are more giving
than other people, right?

There ya go, bud.
Enjoy yourself.

Thank you. Thank you very much.
I'll keep this.

Hey, look at her flipbook.

Isn't this neat?
I can't believe it.

You know, I thought of this.
I gave her this idea.

Man's best friend--
his right hand.

Good boy.
Good boy.

Fine, I won't stay here anymore.

I'll just sleep in the office
and send you the check.

I wouldn't notice the difference.

That's all you want from me,
my paycheck.

Well, that's not all I want from you.
That's all I get.

I don't know what
you're talking about.

Mr. I've Got a Headache.

We don't even need a door
because we're always fighting.

- Fine, we won't fight anymore.
- Take away the fighting,

there's nothing left
of our marriage at all!

Keep your voice down.
The kids'll hear you.

- Brian?
- Now you care about the kids?

Brian?

Can I have a flashlight?

- Oh, shit!
- It's Snik!

It's Snik! It's Snik!

Run, run, run!

Arn, Arn, Arn.

Arn.

You know, Boy gets what he wants.

When he asks you for a favor,

you should take that as a compliment.

But I tried.

You've gotta believe me, Snik.
I tried.

Oh, you tried, did you, Arnold?

Well, you didn't
try hard enough!

- My knees, they hurt!
- Oh, your knees hurt?

That's not all that's gonna hurt, Arnold.
You know why?

'Cause I'm gonna take my
big thumb and jam it in your eye!

Now I'm gonna take my finger
and put it in the corner of your mouth,

and I'm gonna rip the corner of your mouth out.

That's good for a laugh, isn't it?

Huh?

You're scared of me,
aren't you, Arnold?

Oh, I like that.

I love that.

But do you know what I like
even more than that, Arnold?

I like taking my two big, black

leather-gloved hands and grabbing your head

and tearing it off!

Hey, hey!
Boy gets what he wants!

Hey, remember,
Boy always gets what he wants!

Never, ever, ever forget that!

Ever!

Well, you didn't have
to mess up her room.

Bud, there's one rule.

It's you never, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever

get emotionally involved with the victim, ever.

Maurice, she was starting to like me.

I can't wait to see her tomorrow.

Let me show you this, bud.
You're gonna love this.

- Yeah.
- This is great.

Look, look.

How do you play this?

Whoa!

Come here. It's simple.
Let me show you, bud.

- All right, we get the shit...
- Uh-huh.

- ...we smash the shit...
- Yes.

...and then we put the shit back.
It's called monsterball.

We do the bashin',
you get the thrashin'.

Let's play ball.
Come on, bud.

- Oh, my God!
- My God!

Rawr!

No, no, please!

Hang on!

He's a new kid.
He's with me.

- He's with me, Snik.
- Maurice.

No one should ever, ever, ever

come this close to Boy's stairway.

Right.
Never, ever, ever

come this close to Boy's stairway.

Hey, kid, you want a fresh fly?

No, no!

Okay.

I could break his neck, Maurice.
I could.

Let's drop him.

No!
He's just kidding.

Snik, think of this.

Dead people have limited potential,

and I don't think that Boy
would like damaged goods.

But it's your responsibility and--

No, no, he's your responsibility, Maurice.

Right.
My respons--

You screw up, I drop you!

That's fair.
Let's go, bud.

Oh, my back.

Go on, run.
Go, go, go, go.

Go, go, go.

Damn it, Maurice, who was that?

- Who, Snik?
- Yeah.

Ah, all talk.
Just a big mouth.

And ever since he developed
that hump, he's been such a bitch.

But you learn to stay away
from Snik and this staircase.

- Okay, bud?
- No kidding.

Let's move it.
You're such a doll.

Come on.

But he wasn't there.

- Was the window open?
- I don't know, I didn't check.

Hmm.
Maybe he went outside.

Maybe he stepped outside to
smoke a cigarette. I bet that's it.

- At 4:00 in the morning?
- Hmm.

...with the ashes and how they
preserved the city of Pompeii--

- Was that visible?
- Yes, it was very-- you brought that up. Great.

And I think that--

well, Mr. Stevenson,
thank you for joining us.

Please come in.

You're just in time
for Kiersten's presentation.

Kiersten, are you ready?

- Yes, I am, Mr. Finn.
- Oh, look at this.

- Wow.
- Wonderful.

Thank you.

- Do you have your research report?
- Yes.

Okay.

I-- I thought I did.

Maurice.

I guess my dog chewed it up.

Oh, right, you don't even have a dog.

- All right, that's enough.
- It's not funny.

Oh, hey, Brian!
Nothing to worry about.

Only a drill.

Hey, pard', what's with the light?
Something personal?

- Yeah, you.
- Me?

Your only friend in the whole world?

Whoa! Window pain!

My used-to-be only friend in
the whole wide world.

You messed up Kiersten's homework.

What?
What did I do to the homework?

You chewed it up.
You destroyed it.

You know she got a zero because of you?

Brian, I was hungry, okay?

And it just so--

it just so happened at
that moment I had a craving

for a six-page paper on the daytime
blooming of a nighttime cactus.

And I'll tell you something else.

I got incredible heartburn from that.

I can't believe you did that.

I asked you not to and you just
went ahead and did it anyway.

Brian, I happened to have a--

You like her, don't you?

- No, I don't.
- Mm, yes, you do.

- No, I don't.
- Yes, you do.

- No, I don't.
- Brian's got a girlfriend. Brian's got a girlfriend.

- No, I don't!
- Brian's got a girlfriend.

Brian's got a girlfriend.
Yes, you do.

Would it help the boo-boo
if I said I was sorry, huh?

Here, look, just go back
to your dumb underworld

and leave me and Eric alone.

Dad, what is it?

Hey, Brian, come downstairs with me.

Your mom and I want to talk
to you and Eric for a minute.

You want a ride?

Sure, Daddy.

We wanted to talk
to the both of you because,

well, your mother and I
have come to a decision

and it affects all of us.

We figure you're grown-up
enough to understand.

Mom and I have decided that we're
not gonna live together for a while.

A business trip?

No, honey, not exactly.

Eric, don't you get it?
They're getting a divorce.

No, Brian, we are not getting a divorce.

Yeah, right.

It's just that your father and I

need to work some things out

and we feel it would be better--

Look, it's just, like--
it's a trial separation.

Oh, God, sorry. That's what you do
before you get a divorce.

Brian, we're not getting a divorce.

- So Dad's not leaving?
- Eric...

- Good.
- ...listen to me.

I have to live in the city for a while.

Hopefully it won't be for long.

- No, you don't have to go.
- Yes, I do.

Yes, I do.

But, look, we'll get to talk every day.

I'll be good, I promise.
I'll be better.

You won't have to go live in the city.

I swear to God I'll be better.

Brian, too.
He promises, right?

Eric, it's not your fault.

And it's not Brian's fault.

It isn't anybody's fault.

It isn't anybody's fault.

- Bri, you all right?
- Oh, yeah, Dad. I'm just fine.

I heard it all.

Sucks, huh?

Yep.

It's not too good.

- I hate them.
- No, you don't.

No, you don't.

At least you have a family.

Believe it or not,

you're the only real friend I have.

Why do you think I keep coming back?

If I didn't like you,
I'd have your parents

blaming you for the shooting of Abe Lincoln.

Come on down.
It'll cheer you up. Come on.

I don't really feel like being cheery.

Oh, Bri, baby.

Pranks, snacks, games.

It'll take away the hurt.
Come on.

You know what we could do?
We could go see Kiersten.

We'll bring her flowers.

Ooh, I've got a great idea.
We'll go to Ronnie Coleman's

and we'll loosen all
the bolts on his furniture.

What do you say, huh?

It'll be quick.
It's good for your bones.

Cross my heart and hope to die.
Come on.

Huh? Huh? Huh?

- Okay.
- All right!

Whoo!
Come on.

All right!

Alley-oop.

- Uh, you all right, bud?
- Yeah, I'm fine.

Hey, where's the party?

- Night-light out at the Grossbergs'.
- Oh.

Coming through.
New guy.

Coming-- excuse me.

Move over.
Come on, bud.

Is the line with the tickets?

Come on, bud.
Whoo, new guy.

Hey, bud.

We're here.

Bri, I'd like you to meet some of my friends.

This is Sherry, Debbie,
Pumpkin, Bernie.

This is great.
Well, let's do it, man.

This is fun.
Scare the hell out of her, Bri.

Go ahead, Tonto.
Make her poop her Pampers.

Make her doodie her diapers.
Make her caca her crib.

Watch this, he's great.
Go ahead, bud.

Maurice, it's just a little baby.

Baby, baby, baby.
It's our duty, man.

This is a character builder.

Come on, Tonto.
Scare the hell out of her.

Watch this, guys.
Watch this.

Go ahead. Go.

Scare the hell out of her.

- Boo.
- "Boo"?

- Boo.
- "Boo"? What, are you the boo fairy?

Stop it.

Come on, stop it!

Oh, Brian, relax, okay?

Maurice, this is cruel.

Baby.

- Light!
- Brian!

Whoa!

Todd, are you okay?
What happened?

Brian!

I'm shrinking.

Something's wrong.

So, um, how are the kids taking it?

Oh, they're fine.
Eric went to school.

Brian stayed home.
He's upstairs...

sawing the legs off all the beds.

Okay, so, I guess each kid

just has his own way of dealing with it.

Beats being an axe murderer in 10 years.

Yeah.

Just give me a second.

I can-- I'll--

We almost had him.

He was becoming one of us!

He knows our secrets, Maurice.

He's harmless.
I'll yell ya--

you know what?
Let's leave him alone.

We'll just leave him alone and--

You just don't get it, Maurice.

Sometimes Boy gets a little lonely.

He wanted to play with him.

Why doesn't he just play with himself?

"Why doesn't Boy play with himself"?

Yeah.

- Come here.
- No, don't get me upset, Snik.

You know what happens when I get upset.

That's it, I'm upset.

What the hell is that?

I don't know.
That's what happens when I get upset.

- You know something?
- What? No.

I don't like you, Maurice.
You're always trying to be so funny.

- Well, I got a little riddle for you.
- Okay.

What happens when Boy doesn't get what he wants?

I don't know.
I have a hunch.

Hunch?

Is that my hunch you're
talking about, Maurice?

Oh, no, no, no.
I take it back.

- Back? Hunchback?!
- No!

You bring a kid in here,
you tell him our secrets?

My horn!

If you can't get him, I will.

Mom!

Brian.
Wake up, wake up.

Eric's gone. Have you seen him?
Do you know where he went?

Gone?
He's gone?

Look, Brian, if you know anything,
tell me right now.

- He's not in his room?
- No.

Do you think he went to see Daddy?

- He wouldn't do that, would he?
- No.

Todd's house.
Maybe he's there.

Come on, Toad, be awake.

All right.

Go away!

Toad, come on!
I need you and every spare flashlight

you have in the house now!

Leave me alone, Brian.
You're one of them.

Todd, listen to me.
They have Eric!

- Who has Eric?
- The monsters. They kidnapped him.

Kidnapped him?
Which monsters?

The little monsters!

- Hi, Kiersten.
- Brian, what's wrong?

I know you're not gonna believe it,

but I need some help on my science project.

Is this some sort of prank?

No, I'm serious.

Look, I need your key
to get into the supply room.

It's an emergency.

I need some lights.

Do you expect me to believe that?

It defies every rule known
to the scientific mind.

Oh, so you don't believe me?

Well, watch this.

Holy shit!

Amazing!

Okay, let's hope this works.

Oh, man! That'll get 'em.

That's like a howitzer or something.

You must know a lot
about electricity to do that.

How come you get Fs in science?

- Let's go.
- Yeah.

What are you doing?

I'm setting my alarm for sunrise.

What the heck for?

All right, when this goes off,

we have three to five minutes.

If we're not up before
the sun clears the horizon,

we turn into monsters.

- Monsters.
- Monsters?

You mean there's a chance
we might not make it?

Well, yeah, of course there's a chance.

I know where Eric is,
but I'm not leaving until I have him.

Are you still in?
You don't have to.

I'm in.
Eric's my best friend.

- Come on, let's go.
- Wait a minute.

Where are you going?
You're not leaving without me.

In the name of science,
I'm going.

Okay.

Let's do it.

You can't get through without me.

Hold on.
Ready?

I'm ready.

- Whoa!
- Whoa!

- It's a parallel dimension.
- Wow.

- Gimme that!
- My knapsack!

Light!

Light! Light!

No!

Light! Light!

This way.

That's the master staircase.

It goes up to Boy's room.

- Who's Boy?
- The guy who runs this place.

Stick with me.
I know the way.

Careful.

It's a long way down.

Brian Stevenson.

The real boy wonder.

What a pleasure it is
to finally make your acquaintance.

Where's Eric?

And you brought some little
playmates along with you.

How nice.

Are they as tactful and
fleet-footed as yourself?

I daresay they don't look it.

I want my brother!

Now, Brian...

what sort of a greeting is that?

After all, we are so much alike.

If you stay,

you'll be the one in charge of yourself.

Perhaps this whole world in time.

You'll be the one with the power,

the authority.

Not your parents,
not your teachers.

You.

Now, Brian...

isn't that what you want?

I want Eric now!

Brian...

why such cruelty?

You're a very unique individual, Brian.

Your feat's unprecedented here.

Why, I can scarcely remember the last time

one of our little breed had been trapped,

not once but numerous times.

Enough wind, loafer breath!
Hand over the kid!

Where is he?
Let's see him!

Very well.

Let's have the contestants

take a look behind curtain number one.

Brian?

Brian.

Let's make a deal.

It's your wits and grace that I desire,

not those of your pugnacious chum

or even your silly,
mute little girlfriend.

I'll let them all go,
and your brother...

if you'll stay

and be my pal.

No deals.

Very well.

Eric!

Let him go now!

I'll give you 10 seconds.

10, nine, eight...

Be sensible, Brian.

Why lose five lives when you can gain four?

In an hour, you and your
chums will all be monsters

and then we can all play.

- ...seven, six...
- Brian?

...five, four...

Hi-ya!

Let's blow 'em away, Brian!

...three--
let Eric go--

two, one!

Hi, are you looking for your brother?

Well, we've got him!

No!

I had hoped we could be friends, Brian.

But evidently you don't play fair.

- Boy, I haven't even begun to play.
- Let go!

Snik, show Brian to his room.

What? No!

Bye-bye, Brian!

Brian, it's you.

Todd, is Eric here?

- Nope.
- Kiersten.

Ow.

Maurice, what happened?

What happened?
What happened?

Two inches lower and this bonehead

would be talking to my lawyer, buddy boy.

You know him?
He's a monster.

Yeah. Todd, Kiersten,
this is Maurice.

- Hi, pleasure to meet you.
- A monster? I have an idea.

We can generate light
by wiring pencils to the phone.

Yo, babe, light from pencils?

And I'm the Pope.

Just like a carbon lamp from a projector.

- Done.
- Todd, you crank.

Brian, you hold the pencils,

and I'll slide the dirty laundry under the door.

Good idea.

Faster, Todd.

- Go, Toad, go! Go, Toad, go!
- Faster!

- Faster!
- I'm tryin'!

- If at first you don't succeed...
- Come on!

...try, try--
alive!

Okay, now, open the door.

Okay, Maurice, let us out.

Any of you freaks know
how to pick a combination lock?

Just jokin'.

What are you doing lying around?
We got work to do, bud.

Where are you going?

To get some more firepower.

Well, you see--

Let's go.

All right, let's boogie.

Come on.

Keep going, come on.

Oh, Ronnie.

Only the sunlamps.

Oh, this is good.

Oh, yeah. That's good.

Here we go!

Say good night, Boy!

Aw, shit!

The beep. We gotta get outta here.

Eric's here somewhere, I know it.

Come on!

Good luck.

Oh.

Wait till I get my hand--
I'm gonna kick your butt with this boot.

I gotta get it together.
I gotta get myself together.

Take the room.
You guys take the box.

- I got it.
- Right.

- Nope, nothing in there.
- Nothing?

Brian?

Come here, Brian.

- Help us with this one, guys.
- Please.

It won't budge.

- Look, a crank, a crank.
- It won't budge.

Eric!

- Eric!
- All right, man.

Come on, let's get outta here.

Oh, shit!

How much time?

Maybe a minute.

Great. Coleman,
you think you could take him?

No way!

Looks like there's no way out!

Oops.

Who is that guy?

Hey, Snik.

How about a light, bud?

Come on, let's go home!

Ding dong, the Snik is dead!

- Yeah!
- Snik is dead! Snik is dead!

Snik is dead!

Ow, ah.

Brian, Brian.

Wait.

- Let's go.
- Sit down.

- What?
- Brian, sit down.

It's--

It's-- it's too late.

What's that supposed to mean?

It means we've dissected our last frog.

We're stuck.
We're monsters.

Well, I can handle that.

Yeah.

Yeah, well, I can't.

Come on, follow me.

Whoa, where you going, bud?

- West!
- Hey, Brian, wait up!

- Yeah, Brian.
- Brian.

Hey, Brian, wait up!

- Come on!
- I'm coming!

Whoa, whoa.

Sun's up in St. Louis, bud.

Phoenix! Phoenix!
Where's Phoenix?

Huh, Phoenix?
Thataway!

Thataway.
Come on, kids.

Ah, ooh, ooh, ah, ooh.

Whoa, hey, Bob.
Guess the sun's up, huh?

I got it.
It's really smoking.

Ooh, ooh, ah, ah.
Try California!

All right!

Come on, kids!
You're going home!

- All right!
- We're coming!

- Yeah.
- Here we go. Goin' home.

Going up.
Yeah.

Wow.

- We're going home.
- You're going home.

Whoo!

- Come on.
- We're going home, guys.

- Come on.
- Radical, man.

Come on, yeah.

Come on, Ronnie.

Oh, pardon me, sir.

Well...

you're next.

Kinda wish I could stay.

You'd be a hero down here.

Maurice, my arm--
I mean, it turned to clothes last night.

Don't worry about that.
You'll sleep that off.

Nothing's permanent unless
you get trapped down here, bud.

But I suppose you gotta get up there

'cause you're gonna get married pretty soon.

Married?
To who?

Well, to Lightbulb, Red.

Oh, Kiersten?
No.

Just friends.

Friends.

Yeah.

Well...

I guess that's what it's all about, huh?

Yeah.

I guess.

- You know what?
- What?

You're the best friend I've ever had.

Well...

you're the ugliest friend I ever had.

But you belong up there.
Come on.

I'm gonna miss you, Maurice.

I really am.

Let's go, Brian.
The sun's coming up.

There's no way I'm running to Hawaii.

Hang on.

Oh, no, Maurice.

Ah, just relax.

I can get another one.

How else are you gonna remember me, anyway?

Come on, Brian.
Let's go.

Bye, Maurice.

Remember, where there's a bed,
there's a way.

Come on, buddy.

Yeah!

Come on, let's go!

- Come on!
- Come on, Brian!

Let's go.

Yeah!

Yeah!

- Hello?
- Mom, I've got Eric.

- Oh, it's Brian.
- It's Brian.

- He found Eric.
- Are they all right?

- Are you all right?
- Yeah, we're fine.

- Oh, they're all right.
- Thank God.

- Hey, tell 'em I'm here.
- Look, Dad's here.

Stay right where you are.
We'll come and pick you up.

- Where are they?
- Where are you?

- Malibu.
- They're in Malibu.

- Malibu?
- Massachusetts?

- Where the hell's that?
- Where the hell is that?

- California.
- California.

California?
How the hell'd they get there?

What on earth are you doing there?

Um, it's kind of a long story.