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Come on!

Trick-or-treat!

Trick or treat, smell my feet Gimme something good to eat!

Argh!

- Whoa. - Wow!

Woah, Mick! You really went whole hog this Halloween.

Just you wait. I still have one more surprise in store.

Time to check me booty!

Argh!

- Candy, candy, candy! - Wow!

Candy, candy, candy!

Check it out!

I got two jumbo candy bars from Mrs. Johnson.

That's nothing. I got a whole box of candy bars

- from Mrs. Johnson. - Yeah? Well, I got Mrs. Johnson.

Little old ladies are the sweetest!

Thanks for lettin' us crash at your place tonight, Mick.

I can't wait for the surprise!

Ah, it's gonna be great! It's got spills!

It's got chills! It's got thrills!

Well, I just hope there's no goblins in it.

They're the only goblins I know.

I don't think we should feed them after midnight.

Midnight? Oh, gosh!

The witching hour!

Okay, Huey, Dewie, Louie, Mordy, Ferdy,

who's ready for the perfect treat

to top off this spooktacular Halloween?

- Oh, boy! - Where is it, Uncle Mickey?

The ultimate scary story!

Yay!

Scary story! Scary story! Scary story!

- Oh, man! This is gonna be good! - Yeah!

No one tells scary stories like Mick.

Well, I don't mean to toot my own horn, but...

Hah! Thanks, steam boat!

Okay, let's do it.

Just a little mood lighting.

Draw the curtains.

Scoot in closer!

Before we begin, it would be unkind to present this tale

without just a word of friendly warning.

It's one of the strangest stories ever told.

It might shock you. It might even horrify you!

It was a dark, stormy night...

Something strange was afoot

in the castle of Dr. Victor Goofenstein.

I'm back, master.

Oh, Duckor, just in time. Give me a hand.

I said a hand!

- Is it time, master? - Soon, Duckor. Hoist the table!

Yes, master.

We will bridge the gap between man and the Gods.

Achieve the greatest scientific feat of all time!

The storm raged outside the castle.

Give my creature life!

It lives.

It lives!

Golly, I'm alive!

And I'm lovin' it!

How mysterious, I'm delirious What is happening to me?

All at once, I feel free

I'm alive and fighting fit I'm alive and lovin' it

Oh, baby, I'm alive, it's plain to see

It's plain to see

I'm delighted and so excited I just can't fight it no more

Stay and hear the encore

Only took a thousand volts

And some lucky lightning bolts

- To help him revive - Baby, I'm alive!

Dead and buried? No sirree

The laid-back life was not for me

Oh, I will survive

I'm alive!

Pizzazz!

What was that?

Uncle Mickey, what's wrong with you?

You said you were gonna tell a scary story.

Mm-hmm.

Oh, right, right. Sorry. I just got on a roll there.

Roll, get it?

No!

Scary story! Scary story! Scary story!

Okay, scary story comin' atcha. Here we go!

Scary story! Scary story! Scary story!

So, you guys want a really scary story, huh?

Just remember, you asked for it.

- Once, long ago. - Relax.

Let me handle this.

If you're gonna tell a really scary story,

you need visual aids. Okay, it was a dark and stormy night.

A heavy fog hung low to the ground when suddenly,

out of the marsh arose a horrible swamp man!

Holy sheep dip! A swamp man!

Boo!

What an idiot. Let me do it!

- Boo! Boo! Boo! - Boo, boo, boo, boo!

As I was saying. Long ago, in a time of darkness,

An ancient evil set about to enslave the world,

the prince of vampires.

But one man dared to end this evil and save all mankind.

His name, Van Mousing.

The bravest, most dashing vampire hunter

- in the world. - And he had a partner,

Dipworth Goofington, the third.

He was even bravester and more dashingererer!

And Drake McQuack, the best of the best!

Fine, but they had their own horses.

No, they had a carriage!

No, it was a dune buggy!

Horses!

We're losing them, I'll skip to the good part. Oh!

Suddenly, they arrived at the vampire's lair.

Each hunter wielded their weapon of choice.

Van Mousing, a crossbow loaded with wooden bolts.

- Goofington, garlic and stakes. - Steaks!

Not those kind of steaks!

Yeah, they was T-bones!

He also brandished a dazzling array of cooking utensils.

And McQuack was an expert with vampire bats.

Yeah, bats.

There was but one problem betwixt the men and the estate,

was an endless, winding maze

made entirely of bones!

Victims of the vampire.

Many a man had gone insane, Their minds lost in the in...

No sooner had they reached the castle when they made

another terrifying discovery.

The entrance was guarded by vicious, bloodthirsty hounds!

No, wolves!

Werewolves!

Wait!

Howdy, boys! Look what I got!

How about you wash that down with a couple of cool ones.

See, told ya they was the right kind of steaks!

With the werewolves vanquished,

they still had to find a way through the castle doors.

They were locked, solid oak and one foot thick.

Obviously crafted by the...

Hey!

Shh!

They crept towards the crypt.

Quick, man, the garlic.

No, thanks. I ate it with my steak.

So delicious!

The vampire's gone!

You dare to challenge the prince of Vampire!

Uh...

Help!

Garlic!

The dawn!

Behold, fiend!

The hunters celebrated but all was not well.

For during the heat of battle, Van Mousing had been bitten!

- No! - Say it ain't so!

And now the vampire hunter became,

A vampire.

- Yes, a vampire! - Hoo-wee!

- Nobody saw that comin'! - We all saw it coming!

Well, I saw it coming and I can't see a thing.

That wasn't scary at all!

You guys are nuts! That was super scary!

You stink!

Take that!

- What are we gonna do? - Don't look at me!

You're the one that promised them the ultimate scary story.

Fellers, now's not the time to go pointing fingers

even though Mick did get us into this mess.

Uh. Thanks, Goofy.

I just don't understand. Why can't I do this?

Face it, Mick. You come from the happiest place on earth.

You're just not capable of telling a scary story.

That's true.

It's not your fault you're a cream puff,

a dandelion, a toot sweet, milksop.

All right, all right! I get it.

Wait, I got four more.

A goober smoocher, a yellow belly,

a scardey cat and a mama's boy.

I guess you're right.

There is no way I can tell a scary story.

I better get out there and tell the boys Halloween is ruined.

Scary story!

Scary story!

- You better get out there. - No, no, wait!

Good luck!

Boys, boys.

Can't tell a scary story! Can't tell a scary story!

The only thing wimpier than your terrible stories

is you, Mr. Lederhosen!

You can't be scary! You can't be scary!

You can't be scary!

That's it!

So! You don't think I can tell a story

that'll scare the pants off ya, huh?

Here we go! Once upon a time there were five rotten kids!

Real stinkers... in lederhosen!

And they loved to steal pie!

They stole from everyone.

The butcher.

- Hey! - Hey!

The baker.

The candlestick maker.

No pie was safe.

- Whole town was in an uproar. - Uproar!

But the boys were too clever to be caught.

Awesome!

Another great haul, boys! Let's dig in!

The boys ate and ate. Every day was the same.

Nothing ever changed.

Yawn! Pies aren't scary.

Until one day,

a glorious scent came into their hideout.

A sweet scent that tickled their fancy.

- It could only be... - Pie!

'Twas the most amazing pie they had ever seen.

They had to have it!

Pies for sale. Pies for sale.

That's some pie you have there, grandma.

How much you want for that thing?

Well, I...

Oh, wait. We ain't got no dough.

What do you say? Five finger discount?

You're a good kid.

All right, boys.

Let's see if this pie tastes as good as it smells.

The rotten little swindlers were overjoyed

to devour this delicious pie.

- Oh and it was delicious!

Why, it was the greatest pie anyone had ever tasted.

I gotta have more!

Fellas, from now on it's nothing but granny's pies for us.

But we don't even know where she lives.

Just then, the amazing pie scent returned.

It lured them deep into the darkest wood.

Enticing them every step of the way.

They were possessed.

Unable to resist.

It drew them deeper and deeper into the woods.

I think this is it!

They had reached the source of the scent,

Grannie's cottage.

We came to pay you for the pie!

Oh, how kind.

Those pies are here somewhere. Everybody, split up!

Don't split up! Why do they always do that?

The aroma drew them into dark places.

And now only two boys remained.

I think we better get out of here.

Wait, you smell that? It's pie!

I think it's coming from down there.

We'll grab 'em and run!

There is nowhere to run!

Huey ran for his life!

What do I do? I gotta find a way out of here!

What is that?

The pie! But, my brothers...

The pie!

Well, well, well.

Are you enjoying my pie?

You really should try one fresh out of the oven.

Help, who turned out the lights?

Huey? Huey?

Oh, not done yet.

You must have guessed my secret ingredient.

Little boys?

Oh, I don't just pick any little boys.

I pick the most snot nosed,

rotten little boys I can find!

And you, Huey, are the most rotten little boy

I've come across!

I have a nose for these things.

Let's bake some pies!

I'm free!

No, no!

There was no escape.

Huey had become her next pie!

I knew I could tell a scary story.

Another Halloween, successfully put to bed.

You're welcome!

Witches baking kids into pies scares 'em every time.

Who wants pie?

That really was the ultimate scary story, Uncle Mickey.

- You want to hear another one? - No!

Good, me neither!

Uh, What's up with Mickey?

I don't know. Mickey usually loves my pie.

- What kind of pie is it? - Pumpkin.

Pumpkin!