Original subtitles

(OPENING THEME PLAYING)

(HISSES)

(LAUGHING)

This is it. It's you and me.

I'm going to get you, tail, if it's the last thing I do!

(SCREAMS)

Get over here, you!

Hey! Harold, watch where you're going!

I'm gonna get you! Suffer.

Get you, tail.

Harold, stop it.

(SCREAMS)

Yee-haw!

(FUNKY MUSIC PLAYING)

Stop! Help! I'm getting trampled.

Whoa! (SCREAMING)

(NINA'S DAD SINGING)

Got my tennis balls!

Huh? What's gotten into you fellas?

You guys made a mess!

And here I was, thinking I'd share some of these tennis balls with you.

Not anymore.

Great! Nina's dad thinks we made a mess.

And we're missing out on all those tennis balls.

It's so unfair, huh, guys?

How's it unfair for you? You caused the mess!

Hey, hey, hey. I'm just as much a victim as you are.

It was my tail's fault.

(WHISPERS) I can't control him anymore.

I think he has a mind of his own.

You expect us to believe that?

(MOANS)

You control your tail and you made this mess.

Yes. (BLOWS RASPBERRY)

Let's go before Harold gets us into anymore trouble.

HAROLD: I'm telling you the truth.

My tail has a mind of it's own!

CHESTER: No, it doesn't. BUNNICULA: No, it doesn't.

(GROANS)

(MALE VOICE LAUGHING)

MALE VOICE: I knew they wouldn't believe you, Harold.

Huh? Who said that?

MALE VOICE: I'm right behind you.

But soon, you'll be behind me.

(LAUGHS MANIACALLY)

(GASPING)

Tail, you can talk?

You've been extra hard to control lately, but you've never talked before.

How is this possible?

TAIL: It happened a few days ago.

You were playingwith static electricity.

Zap! Quite a juvenile display.

Zap.

Zap!

Harold, what're you... (SCREAMS)

(GRUNTS)

(GROANS)

(YAWNS)

Zap.

(EXCLAIMS IN JOY)

Bunnicula! No, no! (GROANS)

No, no! (SCREAMS)

TAIL:But you weretampering with a force

that your simple mindcould not comprehend.

You zapped a contraption thatamplified your charge,thus giving me life.

And what a life you'vegiven me.

Rubbing my face in the dirt.

Subjecting me tothe foulest smells.

(FARTING)

(TAIL GROANING AND COUGHING)

And shaking me to my very core!

(TAIL MOANING)

Oh, yeah! I remember that. Good times.

TAIL: No, they were not good times.

I'm tired of you ruling over me, you oaf.

You've made my life miserable.

And now, I'm going to return the favor.

From now on, this tail wags the dog.

(FUNKY EVIL MUSIC PLAYING)

(SCREAMS)

Ooh!

(GASPS)

(SIGHS)

Huh?

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

Ah!

(GRUNTS)

(WHIMPERING)

Harold's been acting really strange, even for Harold.

We need to help him. (GIBBERS IN AGREEMENT)

(HAROLD GROANING)

You're not in charge. I'm in charge.

You're the tail and I'm the head.

Don't look at me like that.

Harold, would you mind having a seat for a second?

I'll try, if my tail lets me.

(GROANS) Stop being so difficult.

Almost there.

You do what I tell you. You do what I tell you!

(PANTING) So what's up?

Bunnicula and I want to help you through the power of psychology.

Uh-huh.

We're going to help you realize this is all in your head.

It's not in my head It's in my tail.

(GIBBERING)

Hey, wait now, what're you writing?

Trust us, Harold. Relax and close your eyes.

Oh, all right.

CHESTER: Imagine yourself on the beach.

In a distance, you see a boat.

On that boat, you see a captain.

Look carefully at the captain, Harold.

The captain is you.

(EXCLAIMS)

Now open your eyes, Harold, and...

Wait a second. Harold, did you draw this?

Are those stink lines?

(GIBBERS)

No, it wasn't me.

It must've been my tail.

Harold, you have hurt every last one of my feelings. (SOBBING)

It wasn't me. I would... Chester.

(GRUNTS)

(CHUCKLES) (CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS)

(BEEPING)

(LAUGHING)

Tail, you were mean to my friend.

TAIL: If they were really your friends, they'd believe you, Harold.

That's not true.

Besides, none of this will matter once I'm in charge.

After tonight. (LAUGHS EVILLY)

What was that last part? Oh, uh, nothing.

Um... (LAUGHS SLYLY)

(THUNDER CRASHING)

(SNORING)

TAIL: It's time!

(CONTINUES SNORING)

(HAROLD CONTINUES SNORING)

That's not real bacon.

(GRUNTS)

(MUMBLES INDISTINCTLY)

(GRUNTING)

Oh, so many squirrels.

TAIL: Oh, forget it.

Oh, Nina's bed is lumpy tonight.

(SNORING)

(THUDDING)

TAIL: Harold. Harold.

Wake up, Harold.

What? Where am I?

Tail, what're you up to?

TAIL: I'm about to take control of our lives, you fumbling fool.

With one lightning strike, my machine will swap my place with your head.

Finally, putting me in charge of your body.

It's the end for you, Harold.

Oh, literally. (LAUGHS)

You're mad. You're mad!

(LAUGHS MANIACALLY)

This Harold's tail situation is getting out of hand.

I can't imagine it getting any worse.

HAROLD: Whoa! Help, guys!

I spoke too soon. We're coming, Harold.

(YELLS)

(TAIL LAUGHING MANIACALLY)

(INTENSE MUSIC PLAYING)

Harold!

Chester, Bunnicula! Help!

Harold, what're you doing to yourself?

TAIL: It's not Harold, it's me!

(EERIE MUSIC PLAYING)

Did his tail just talk?

Behold. In mere moments I will be in charge.

(THUNDER RUMBLES) (LAUGHING MANIACALLY)

(EXCLAIMING)

Is my butt really this big?

(EXCLAIMING)

(GRUNTING)

Oh, no. Bunnicula! What're we gonna do?

(SCATTING)

Time for some night tennis.

(HEROIC MUSIC PLAYING)

Night tennis.

A rubber ball might be able to penetrate the electrical field.

(HAROLD WHIMPERING)

That helmet must be the key to the brain switching.

If I throw the ball at just the right angle,

I can knock off Harold's helmet and save him.

I've only got one shot at this.

Make it count, Chester.

Here goes nothing!

Chester, throw better.

(MOANS)

(GRUNTS)

Aha!

(HEROIC MUSIC PLAYING)

TAIL: It's nearly complete.

No!

Hey, my hat.

TAIL: What have you done?

(SCREAMS) No!

Where am I?

What's happened to me?

I feel so, spherical.

Is that your tail?

Yay! I got my own tail back.

Oh, I missed you so much, old tail.

Come here, let me hug you.

(PANTING) Stop running!

This is wondrous.

I'm finally independent and free. No more Harold.

I can do whatever I want.

I can bounce over here. I can roll over there.

I can bounce and roll... (SCREAMS)

Well, sorry for not believing you, Harold.

Yeah, we're sorry, Harold.

That's okay, guys. I don't know if I would've believed in myself.

It was a pretty crazy story.

I guess you could say, it was quite a "tail".

What? No good?

(SCREAMING)

Hey, one came back. I'm getting pretty good at this.

BALL: What do you think you're doing? No!

(BALL SCREAMING)

Hey, hey. I'm doing it. I'm really doing it.

BALL: (SHOUTING) No!

(CLOSING THEMES MUSIC PLAYING)