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No! No! No!

Those cobwebs are much too high.

Nobody will be able to walk through them

and get the creepy "I just walked through cobwebs" feeling.

I just walked through cobwebs. Creepy!

Exactly!

Mr. President, when you said

there was an emergency at the Round House,

I didn't think you meant decorating for a party.

Not just any party, Pac.

My first ever annual legendary Halloween party.

And if it isn't perfect, it will be an emergency.

Everything must be tested to ensure maximum spooky-osity.

Looks like the fog machine is working.

Bet that scared you silly, Cyli.

Oh, yes! This is going to be the scariest,

best-ever Halloween party, and everyone's invited!

Everyone's invited but me!

That was the story of my life,

and it's the story of my afterlife as well.

Even as children, my goody-two-shoes brother

always got the coolest costumes

and the most scrumptious snacks.

Good evening, ma'am.

May I pretty please trouble you for a treat?

Oh, my, what a polite young man.

Here you go, dear. Have it all.

But what about me?

You know, sometimes I think you're my only friend, Fluffy.

-Well, I'm certainly not. -What was that?

I said, "We're the only friends you've got."

Itch, itch, itch, itch, itch!

Spheros should be the one suffering

for destroying my childhood.

Your amusing discomfort

has given me a perfectly genius idea.

Whatever it is, it better make Spheros more miserable than me!

Make my sycophantic sibling suffer, Dr. Buttocks,

or I'll make you suffer.

The Pac is back

Ghosts chomping at his feet

Pac's our hero Pac just can't be beat, yeah

Pac-Man yellow, Pac extreme He's a chowing-down machine

Ghosts, monsters, ghouls And only one can stop them

Pac-Man rules

The Pac is back

Ghosts chomping at his feet

Pac's our hero Pac just can't be beat

The Pac is back!

And then they saw it,

a gruesome hook hung from the handle

of the passenger-side door.

That's pretty scary, Pac,

but I've got a story that's even scarier.

It was a night like this one.

The twin moons were full in the sky.

The air was still and quiet as a tomb

when out of the darkness came...

What was that?

I have no idea, but it sounds like trouble.

So, of course, we're gonna run towards it, right?

Well, trouble is my middle name.

Not really, but it should be.

-What made that noise? -It was big and hairy and howling!

I... I...

I think it was a Were-Pac!

Come on, Were-Pacs are just legends.

Well, this legend left a real footprint.

It could just be a Halloween trick,

but we'd better investigate.

It's a Were-Pac print, all right.

Pesky critters, none too bright,

but plenty tough, like some robots I know.

Fortunately, however, you are in the presence

of one of the sharpest deductive minds in Pac World.

I'm guessing you don't mean Fuzbitz.

I mean me!

How do you think I earned the nickname Sir Lock?

I've read all those famous mystery books.

Can I be your Dr. Whatnot?

You may all be my assistants on this case.

Grinder, the mustaches, if you please.

We need to catch this Were-Pac

before the big Halloween party tomorrow.

Indeed, or Spheros will flip his wig!

You do know he wears one, right?

Anyway, the game is afoot!

Or at least a paw.

Looks like Fuzbitz has picked up

the Were-Pac's scent.

And I've found another footprint.

Sorry, it's just my footprint,

attached to the bottom of my foot of all places.

Time to re-sole these booties.

This way! Fast!

Are you all right?

It... It stole my ice cream!

The furry fiend has gone too far!

Its evil ends tonight!

Time to fire your modified PSCs and net us a monster.

And the Were-Pac is...

-Fuzbitz? -Wait, we netted Fuzbitz?

You mean he's the Were-Pac?

I'm afraid it's just a trick of the light

coupled with Fuzbitz's monstrous appetite.

Oh, Fuzbitz!

So, that means the Were-Pac is still...

On the loose and howling! Let's book!

Nothing here.

Up there! Follow me!

Gone! That Were-Pac's sure fast!

And it likes fast food.

Pac It-In Burgers, quick!

-It's a hairy monster! -Help, it's a Were-Pac!

No, it stole my burger!

Let me guess, we just missed the Were-Pac.

Going to be a long Halloween eve.

Now, make sure I look presidential.

I need to calm the populace

so wide-spread panic doesn't ruin my party.

Good evening, citizens of Pacopolis.

I'm speaking to you tonight

to assure you that this Were-Pac scare

is nothing more than a Halloween prank.

All right! My kind of prank.

There is absolutely no reason to be afraid.

So, I look forward to seeing you all

at my Halloween party tomorrow.

Good night.

Now that I've assured the public,

you are all ordered to stay here and protect me

from that fiendish Were-Pac!

Oops, just kidding.

No such thing as Were-Pacs,

so it's gotta be a Halloween hoax.

And I totally want a piece of it.

Sorry, Sir C,

but we lost the Were-Pac's trail.

Yeah, me, too.

So we all better grab some shuteye

before Spheros' party tonight.

I'm for that.

Unfortunately, the twin moons will be

completely full tonight, which means...

It's gonna be a seriously scary Howl-o-ween.

None of these trick or treaters seem to care much

that there's a monster on the loose.

Hey, this is Pacopolis, Cyli.

When isn't there a monster on the loose?

And who's gonna give up the chance to get free treats?

I don't have any treats,

so I'll have to trick the lemon loser.

Were-Pac!

-It's a Were-Pac! -Mommy!

There it is! Follow me!

Skeebo?

So it was just Skeebo pulling a prank.

Then what's that? And those?

Skeebo really is the Were-Pac.

Aw, I swear I'm not the Were-Pac!

It was just a dumb prank. Let me outta here.

Sorry, young man,

but the evidence is overwhelming.

Actually, the evidence is largely circumstantial,

but it's best to keep Skeebo in isolation

till we can determine the truth.

The truth is that the Were-Pac has been captured

and my party can continue as planned.

This bites.

And since I never, ever got the treats,

all that was left was the tricks.

Which, naturally, I excelled at.

But somehow they always backfired.

Protect the President!

He wasn't even the President then!

What was that about?

Wow, the place looks spook-tastic, Mr. Prez!

Yes, and the party is a huge success,

thanks to all your Were-Pac catching skills.

Okay.

I foresee you will marry a shiny new coffee-maker.

Oh, my!

That's the best Dr. Buttocks costume I've ever seen!

All you need to top it off

is some really bad scientific experiments

and you'll be the spitting image of the Netherworld nincompoop.

Very amusing.

We'll see who has the last laugh.

That sounded like Spiral!

Where'd the Were-Pac go?

I don't know! I was blindfolded.

But I tagged it with my Pac-head pin.

Protect the President!

The Were-Pac is back!

And it isn't housebroken.

What's going on?

How'd that get there?

I tagged you?

I believe we may have been wrong about Skeebo.

Cylindria appears to be the real Were-Pac!

Careful, Grinder, that's evidence.

Careful, Grinder, that's also where I sit.

Just because I'm wearing your pin up on my backside

doesn't make me a monster.

Okay, maybe a little weird, but not a monster!

You've gotta admit, Cyli, it looks bad.

Doesn't feel too great, either.

Okay, if I'm the Were-Pac, then what's that?

No idea!

And probably just gonna be more confusing,

but I've gotta check it out anyway.

And so, every Halloween

my mean-spirited mother would dress me

in that insufferable mustard suit.

Always a crummy condiment, never a main course.

And every year it got messier...

And messier and messier!

To this day I cannot stand the taste of mustard.

It was big and hairy and ran in there!

The Were-Pac is back.

It's curtains for you, Were-Pac.

Okay, I'm seriously confused.

What gives?

Unless the Were-Pac escaped down the drain,

I'm afraid you're the Were-Pac, Spiral.

What? Me? No way!

How can you guys think I'm a monster?

I'm like the most non-monstrous guy around.

-There he is! -Get him!

-Get the Were-Pac! -Throw him out of town!

Drive him out of town!

There's only one way to deal with a monster,

and that's to...

Run!

Everybody, please evacuate the premises

in a safe and orderly fashion.

Or you could stampede like a herd of spooked cattle.

This is too delicious a stew

of panic and suspicion to dilute,

so I'll keep it contained and see who is next to be blamed.

Looks like we're trapped inside with this monster.

The most important thing is that we all stay together.

Let me out of here!

-Go this way. No, this way. -Let us out.

Or not.

Now he's the Were-Pac?

Perhaps we're missing the bigger picture, lad.

I'm sure missing something.

The howling's behind us.

Can a Were-Pac go through walls like a ghost?

No, but I can.

This is turning out to be the best Halloween ever!

It looks like we're never gonna figure out

who the Were-Pac is.

What was...

Or tiny flea alert.

The scratching! Of course!

I can imagine exactly how this happened.

The combination of my enhanced laser booster

and Fluffy's DNA inside the flea

should have some rather monstrous effects

on anybody it bites.

Okay, so the old guy has a fairly accurate imagination.

The felonious flea

has been hopping from victim to victim,

turning everyone into Were-Pacs

with the victims returning to normal

before anyone can figure out who's the real monster.

But I fear, given Pac's special powers,

he may remain a monster far longer.

So what can we do?

To stop these transformations

we must first capture Pac.

Got ya!

You must get this berry into our young hero's monstrous mouth.

Yeah, well, the Were-Pac is pretty good at running away from us,

so how are we gonna get him to gobble a berry?

We've just got to make sure he runs away from us

in the direction we want him to.

-Where'd Pac go? -The berry transformation

countered the flea's cursed contagion,

freeing you from the lupine spell.

Say what?

It takes a transformation

to break a transformation.

Could you dial it down a notch?

It is unbelievably irritating

to be foiled by that amateur inventor.

Mystery solved,

but if we don't catch that flea,

it'll just bite more people, right?

And turn them into a Were-Pac all over again.

Yeah, but thanks to the Shrink Berry,

now I'm just the right size to fight that flea on his own turf.

Okay, I'm on it.

As soon as I get off this spider web.

Creepy!

Okay, Hopalong, let's do this!

Gotcha!

Okay, don't gotcha!

One, two, three and...

Back at ya!

Itch alert!

But I can't tell the flea from my best friend.

This is definitely the weirdest Halloween ever!

But way cool, too!

Okay, no more Mr. Nice Pac.

Great job, my diminutive friend!

Ears!

Sorry, Pac, my boy.

Keep the flea in this so he doesn't escape

when you return to normal size.

Und another plan bites the dust!

Time to flee. Pun intended.

All that chasing around made me super hungry.

And here's a little something to take back to Betrayus.

Thanks to my pathetic brother and his evil plan,

I did have the scariest and best Halloween party ever.

And as usual I had the worst Halloween again.

Oh, Fluffy, if I ever needed

the unconditional love of my pet, it's now.

I could use a little unconditional love myself.

Forget that, you useless hack!

What's hanging off your glasses?

What?

It bit me!

Oh, it itches. It...

Fluffy, not you, too!

Everybody hates me!

Hey! What about me?

Anybody?

Anybody?