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(CHITTERING)

HAROLD: Hey, buddy,

use the buzzer.

Hmm.

-(DOORBELL BUZZES) -(SNARLING)

(DOORBELL BUZZING)

HAROLD: You can let go of the buzzer now.

(BUZZING STOPS)

Hello?

I am Count Orlock

and I have returned for that which is mine.

You will invite me inside.

Uh, are you a resident?

No!

Are you interested in renting?

No!

Then, sorry, I can't let you in.

(GROWLS)

I built this place!

I am Count Orlock.

(LAUGHING EVILLY)

Well, that's cool.

These apartments were built, like, a long time ago. (CHUCKLES)

Uh, anyway, bye.

Hello.

Hello.

(TAPPING)

(GASPS)

I am Count Orlock.

Yikes!

I can't stand vampires.

(CLEARS THROAT)

Oh, except you, Bunnic, you're cool.

There he is, Bunnicula.

My familiar.

That's right.

Open this window and invite me in.

Mmm, mmm, mmm.

Well, I'm not leaving without you.

Come to me, Bunnicula.

(CHUCKLES) Hey, Bunnic, your eyes are doing that toilet bowl thing again.

Yes, Bunnicula,

come to me.

Whoa, whoa, Bunnicula, I don't think that's a good idea.

Yeah, whoa, snap out of it, buddy.

You will join me, Bunnicula,

and, together, we will rule the world

as master and bunny.

Wait, "Rule the world"?

You mean, like the president of the whole world?

Uh, well, no.

Not exactly the president of the world.

But more like a--

-(ORLOCK CONTINUES TALKING) -Oh, boy, Bunnic, if you become vice-president of the world,

do you think you can run Australia?

-I don't know. -Hey,

if Bunnicula helps you rule the world,

can he be in charge of Australia?

-Well, uh, uh... -All right, all right,

nobody's running Australia.

If you don't invite me in,

I will...

(THUNDER CRACKING)

...not like it very much.

Oh, yeah.

Vampires can't get into places unless they're invited.

Yes.

And that mean, old, Aunt Marie uninvited me from my own home.

Well, that's a downer.

-Catch you later. -What?

No. No, no, wait.

Look, he can't get in unless we invite him in.

(CHUCKLES) This is too easy.

None of us are that dumb.

...and I just don't know where she is.

Well, your cat could be in here.

-Just come on-- -(GRUNTS)

-(THUDS) -Harold,

that is Count Orlock, not an old woman.

What? No.

Wait! Wait!

Oh, she is good.

(HUMMING)

Huh?

Hmm?

(GASPS) Oh, boy, fancy letters.

I never read fancy letters before.

Okay.

Ro-ad...

Th...

Ee...

Is...

Ow...

L...

Uh, I,

Coun...

Te...

Te Or...

Oh! Oh, Orlock.

I got it.

Okay. Plea-ase comay ein, Count Orlock.

(GROWLING)

-(CHITTERING) -Hey, where you going? Come back.

You forgot your sign.

All we have to do is not invite him in.

How hard is that?

Honestly, I'm struggling a bit.

Just don't invite anybody into the house for the rest of the night.

Can you handle that?

I'm not sure.

Well, just don't invite anyone inside, got it?

Yeah, okay, Momsie.

I'll talk to you later. Bye.

So, Chester,

was having a little conversation

with Mother on the squeaky phone there.

-(SQUEAKS) -What were you saying now?

(GROANS)

I was saying--

Ah.

(GRUNTING)

(GROANING)

(GASPING)

Come to me, Bunnicula.

Bunnicula, let go of the carrot.

(GRUNTING)

(GRUNTING)

Hang on a sec, guys.

You are mine.

Uh-oh.

(DINGS)

You guys are weak and predictable.

Harold, no inviting anyone in.

Bunnicula, no draining suspicious vegetables.

(SPEAKING GIBBERISH)

Yeah, what if Count Hogslop tricks you, Chester?

I am a rock.

Orlock has no way to get to me.

(HUMS)

Times like these,

I am glad I have a subscription to Supernatural Prime.

Yes.

(LAUGHING)

(CREATURE SNARLS)

Oh, you're still here?

Oh, right. Tip.

Why am I paying you twice? I don't understand.

Here you go.

Now...

(LAUGHING EVILLY)

(CRASHES)

(THUDDING)

(DOORBELL RINGS)

Bunnicula, Harold, just don't do anything.

What? A package for me from Santa?

This is no unexpected.

Christmas is two months away.

I have been a pretty good boy this year.

Help me get it upstairs.

(ALL GRUNTING)

(CACKLES)

Look out!

(GROANING)

It's too heavy to get upstairs.

Why don't you just open it down here?

Yeah, but what if Santa finds out I opened it before Christmas?

(SPEAKING GIBBERISH)

Bunnicula thinks we should shake it up so we could guess what's inside.

Good thinking, Bunnicula.

Let's do it.

Huh?

(GROANING)

I think it's socks.

I think it's socks too.

You know what, guys?

I'm thinking I should wait till Christmas.

And I say you should open it now.

COUNT ORLOCK: And I say you should open it now, too.

(MUMBLES)

(GRUNTS)

This isn't over.

MAN:What are the chances of an Orlock

wanting to rent a room at the Orlock apartments?

Please, come inside.

I'll go get rental papers from the bathtub.

(IN SLOW MOTION) Whoa! Whoa!

(IN SLOW MOTION) Oh, no!

(IN SLOW MOTION) Talking slow.

Bunnicula, at last.

(GROANS)

Now that I have you at my side, Bunnicula,

together, we will rule the world!

(LAUGHING EVILLY)

HAROLD:Uh, excuse me.

Whilst ruling the world in your self-appointed position,

will you be establishing some form of government

in which Bunnicula will hold some type of cabinet position?

Huh?

Will you be using a capitalistic form of democracy

or maybe more of a socialized form of communism?

There will be no socializing, it will only be my rule.

Fair enough. You're thinking maybe sort of a Marxist autocracy?

Fear will keep them in line, yes.

-Fascism, got it. -Mmm-hmm.

Okay, how will you cover healthcare?

Will you be subsidizing farming?

Where are you at with charter school?

Import taxes, free marketplace,

-regulation, education... -I--

...infrastructure, roads...

Argh, forget it!

I don't know, Bunnicula,

this ruling the world stuff is for the birds.

(SPEAKING GIBBERISH)

Well, now that all of that stuff is out of the way,

you want to hang out here with us?

Mmm, I don't know.

Aw, don't be silly. Come on.

I'm kind of busy.

Oh, yeah, with what?

Uh, look, squirrel!

What? Where?

(FOOTSTEPS RECEDING)