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Alas, poor Easter, the most wretched of holidays.

I despise it more than afterlife itself.

Dumb bunnies and marshmallow chicks

and cute colored eggs and delicious, mouth-watering, creamy, chocolate treats

that my bobble headed brother always found first!

Well, I'm the guy in charge now and I can have all the treats I want.

-(RINGS) -Butt-ler!

Bring me some deep fried slug snacks and a dozen extra slimy insect eyeballs!

Butt-ler!

Shake your lazy backside and fetch my Easter treats!

(VIBRATING)

Of all the worthless, impertinent use!

Buttocks! Since your incompetent sibling has failed to serve me,

I order you to take his place!

(GASPS)

I will not stand for this insolent insubordination!

You've both earned an eternity in the punishment pits!

Guards! Guards!

Arrest those bumbling bum brothers and...

Huh?

Nothing? Nothing? Nothing?

How can this be?

Every ghost, ghoulie and monster is vanished without a trace!

I'm totally alone in this forsaken Netherworld!

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!

Hey, look out, Skeebo!

(ALL GROANING)

(LAUGHS)

Best thing about spring break...

BOTH: No Skeebo!

Say, Pac. Can you help me slam my suitcases?

Sure thing, Sherri.

Nice to see you travel light.

Whoa.... Whoa!

-(CRASHING) -Oops. Sorry.

(GROANS) Oh, no. Time to put a little spring in my step.

Well, Sherri is off and running but we've got no place to go.

Yeah. I normally spend the holiday with Aunt Spheria,

but this year she and Sir C. are going off on another one of their wild adventures.

Skydiving, I think. (CHUCKLES)

(SIGHS)

So, I'm stuck here by myself.

Me too.

My folks are out of town working overtime at the Easter egg painting factory.

It's the busiest time of year, which is kind of a relief.

How come?

In the off-season, they try out their new designs on me.

I don't mind being their dummy but it's way better when Easter comes around

and they can paint real eggs.

Still, I'm gonna miss them.

Oops! Sorry about the egg on your face.

No problem, pal!

(SLURPS, GULPS)

How about you, Cyli? Anything up for Easter?

I'm just gonna spend time with my folks, nothing exciting.

I'm not looking for anything exciting.

I'd give anything to spend some boring, old, non-exciting time away from here.

(WHISTLING)

Please, Cyli!

Skeebo will call us "lame losers" if we stay here for vacation.

I just don't think you and my folks would get each other is all.

So, you think we'd embarrass you in front of them?

Not at all.

(SIGHS) It's more like the other way around.

(HORN HONKING)

(SIGHS) Right on queue.

Neat how our little flower child is blooming.

Peace and love, my silly willy.

You look out of sight, Cylindria baby.

I wish I was out of sight.

Pacs, Spiral, meet my family.

My mom, Starchild.

Far out!

My dad, Moondog.

What's happening, P-Man?

And my granny, Granny.

What a freak out to meet you! I'm your biggest fan!

Oh! (CHUCKLES) And nice to see you too, kiddo.

Great to see you too, Granny.

Okay, so let's head for home.

You're looking at our home.

We donated the family tree-house to a scurry of squirrels,

so we're all living in our groovy bus now.

-Wait, you grew up in a tree house? -Don't ask.

Oh, Cyli loved that tree house.

She used to swing on ropes chattering like a monkey in diapers

when she was a baby.

Let me get out the family album and show you.

Granny!

Isn't it adorable the way she blushes?

Oh. Please just let the ground swallow me up.

Every ghost, goblin and ghoulie is gone!

It's as if the ground just swallowed them up!

That wouldn't be surprising, because they are now delicious.

(SCREAMS)

Remember me?

The Easter Pac-Peep!

After all these years you finally return, you hideous holiday hen!

(CLUCKING)

Did you think I'd forgotten your childhood crime?

You nasty little egg wrecker.

Crime?

Moi?

I... I don't recall committing any crime.

Then let me refresh your memory.

You were never good enough to beat the other kids

so one year you came up with a scheme.

-Congratulations, children, on finding... -(BURSTING)

-(SCREAMING) -(LAUGHING)

You hid stink bombs in my Easter eggs.

So?

So, I stole your stinking subjects.

With no one to serve you or order around

you are officially the boss of Bupkissville.

But, why wait until now to ding me?

You didn't expect me to take revenge on a kid, did you?

That wouldn't look very good on my resume.

I have an image to protect.

Image?

You're just a stale, old marshmallow chicken!

And you are the most despised despot on or under Pac World.

I don't think anybody is gonna care that I punked you.

Heck, I'll probably get an award.

(CLUCKING)

Revenge is marshmallow sweet!

And here is the time that Cyli thought it will be fun to make a vest

by gluing feathers to herself. (LAUGHS)

It took a week to pluck 'em off.

And here she is covered with an itchy, unattractive rash from the feathers.

(BOTH LAUGH)

(SIGHS) I'd rather have that rash than suffer through this.

Hey, fellow travelers.

Now that we're unfettered and free to go where we please,

we want to take a grand and groovy tour of Pacopolis.

And of course, Cyli's two best buds are welcome to come along.

Might be a little cramped in the bus. But who cares?

Besides, me, you mean?

(GROANS) I can't imagine how this could be worst.

BETRAYUS: Yoo-hoo!

Hey, wait for me!

Well, Betrayus, nice of you to bring lunch!

I didn't bring any...

Ooh! I get it!

You mean because you're about to gobble me, funny.

But I had something else in mind.

I've got your back, Pac.

I've seen Cyli use these plasma suckers on the Pacvision News.

So, I'm sure I can handle this crazy cannon.

Granny, no!

Whoa! Whoa!

I got you, Granny!

Whee!

What a gas!

Um... You can let go now.

Okay, about that lunch.

Wait, I come in peace.

I'm here because I need...

(GAGGING)

I need...

(GAGGING)

I need... (GAGGING) your help.

Normally, I'd think he's lying but he nearly choked.

(CHUCKLING) Yeah, totally gagged on his pride.

Odds are way against us ever doing anything for you.

So, talk fast, I'm getting hungrier.

That wretched hen, the Easter Pac-Peep

has used her powers to magic away all of my subjects.

So, I need the... (GAGGING)

Best... (GAGGING)

Ghost hunter to find them.

Okay, I said it, but now I might actually...

Hurl.

All the ghosts are gone?

Great! That's like a bonus vacation on top of Easter spring break.

Okay, lunch time.

Pac, wait, if all the ghosts have vanished,

then Inky, Blinky, Pinky and Clyde are gone too.

Bummer, I hadn't thought of that.

Okay, Betrayus, let's go find your missing ghosts.

I'll drive.

Road trip! I call front seat!

Are we there yet? Are we there yet?

Chill, dude, we've only gone a block.

BETRAYUS: I need to go bathroom.

You should've thought of that before we left.

Now you'll have to wait until we get to the Sir C's.

Oh, why do we need to see that old coot?

You better hope that brilliant scientist

has some clue how to find your missing Netherworld crew.

Or you're gonna be one lonely old spook.

Can't wait to meet him.

I really dig those big brain genius types.

(YELLS)

(SINGING) Ninety nine bottles of slime on the wall...

-Ninety nine bottles of slime... -It's gonna be a long trip.

Betrayus said it was like the ground had suddenly swallowed all his subjects.

And the wretched hen said they were delicious,

and that revenge was sweet.

It would seem that the Pac-Peep's sugary clues

are pointing to the mysterious Easter Egg Island.

Said to be the legendary layer of the marshmallow chicky.

Can I take this blindfold off now?

The whole point of the blindfold is so you can't see

where my secret lab is hidden.

So, that's a big no.

I always thought that Easter Egg Island was just a myth.

No, I believe it is very real.

Of course it's difficult to prove since no one who's searched

for the hen's hidden headquarters has ever returned,

alive or otherwise.

Sounds like we got no choice but to check it out.

SIR CUMFERENCE: These power berry base balloons should give this old bus

the oomph it needs to get you to Easter Egg Island.

And this ectoplasm sensor should help you zero in on the place.

If Betrayus is correct, all his ghosts will be hidden there.

So, the ectoplasm reading should be off the charts.

And once we're there, the slime detector will help us zero in

on where all the spooks are hidden?

Indeed.

But remember, the legendary island is no doubt fraught with perils.

So, be prepared for the worst.

I'd joined you but you've already got a full load

and your Aunt Spheria and I have non-refundable reservations

for our first skydiving class.

Between me and my go-gettin' granddaughter.

Pac's got nothing to worry about.

Yeah, right, nothing at all.

I call dibs on the front seat again!

It's gonna be a long, long trip.

(ENGINE STARTS)

Cool, that dreamy Sir Cumference really jerried our ride.

I get airsick easy.

(GASPING)

Long, long, long trip.

STARCHILD: Who wants some lunch?

You don't have to ask me twice.

(SPITS) Yuck!

It tastes like a compost heap. (BELCHES)

Waste not? Why not?

(SLURPS)

(BELCHING)

(SIGHS) I give up.

Hey, I'm getting some slime readings.

Spiral, head toward that cloud that looks like a big, fluffy cotton ball.

You do know that they all look like big fluffy cotton balls, right?

Ooh, it appears the brats have located my missing minions.

Should I betray them now or after the stolen ghosts are recovered?

(BEEPING RAPIDLY)

Something really slimy's going on.

(SCREAMS, GROANS)

(CHUCKLES) Sorry, I should've known there was nothing slimier than you.

Oh, you are so going to be betrayed, Pac-pain!

(SCREAMING)

Okay, I re-calibrated it to ignore Betrayus.

Which is what we should be doing anyway.

Looks like we need to head down that way.

This must be the place.

Easter Egg Island.

(SNIFFING)

Wow, smell that creamy milk chocolate.

Best vacation ever. Eh, Starchild.

Beyond, beyond all, Moondog.

Okay, even though Easter Egg Island looks delicious, it's really dangerous.

-So, keep your eyes peeled. -Check.

And that's something I can never un-see.

(BEEPING RAPIDLY)

PAC: Follow the yellow chick road!

Bummer!

Granny!

(GRUNTS)

Wow, you just blew my mind with those moves Cyli.

Just like a monkey in diapers.

(SIGHS) All that really matters is that you're okay, Granny.

(BEEPING RAPIDLY)

Weird, I'm getting a big slime signature from that Easter egg.

-I think that maybe... -I've got it!

Wait, there may be...

Booby traps.

-(LAUGHS) -Dude, boundaries.

Dad!

Honey, you're a bunny!

He looks delicious.

(SNAPS FINGERS) Pac, that's my dad.

Don't you dare thinking about gobbling him.

He's rabbiting, we'll have to track him down

once we figure what the hay is happening around here.

The trip wire must have activated some kind of transformation magic.

But I think I can snag it safely.

Egg-celent!

Jeez, it's about time!

I stink like a rotten egg.

You're welcome!

Okay, time for an Easter egg hunt.

Spread out and be careful about the booby traps.

You don't have to follow me.

As much as I hate staring at your lemon Pac-side,

I am probably safest in your disgusting company.

I love you too, Betrayus.

-(BEEPING RAPIDLY) -Hey, I see an egg! Oh.

A trick brick. Slick.

Step on it and zap!

Well, my trusty tongue will...

Ha! I got it first. I win, I win.

(GIGGLES)

Uh, this isn't an Easter egg competition.

It is now and for once, I am going to get the most eggs!

Oh. That reminds me of my sweet, transformed, honey bunny husband.

There he is now!

Careful!

Mom!

(GASPS) Not Cylindria too!

Hmm.

I'm an egg, I am invisible.

I have no idea why that worked.

(GROANS)

What came first, the Clyde or the egg?

I got the most Easter eggs. I am the best.

That's because you keep grabbing the eggs that I find.

Now that I know where my subjects are hidden,

who needs the Pac pest?

Time for Betrayus to do what he does best, betray.

Oh, Pacums, I knew you'd come to my rescue.

My knight in yellow armor.

(GROANS)

(SPEAKING INDISCERNIBLY)

What's going on?

Hey, now that Pinky and the others are free,

maybe we should leave the rest of the ghosts here.

Except there's no telling who else might be trapped by that wicked chicken.

Then it's up to the three of us to save the day.

You mean the seven of us, Pacums.

(NERVOUSLY) Oh, and me too.

Nobody said there'd be math,

but sounds good to me.

Seven or 700 you will not wreck my wreckage.

Oh, you are my favorite Easter egg bottle. Love your squiggly line.

Bunny berserkers, activate!

(GROANS) I sure wish I could gobble those guys.

Remember what Cyli said, some of those bunnies are our buddies

and who knows who's in the rest?

Well, we sure don't want to wind up like them.

Or worse.

So, I guess I'll have to use the delicate approach.

(VOCALIZING, HOOTING)

Dude, that's what you call delicate?

Wow, out of sight!

(CLUCKING) I wish these chicken wings worked better.

(GROWLING)

I did not raise my daughter to sass her mom.

Wow, what a rush!

That's the ticket!

The eggs bust the bunny spell. Fire away!

(PAC VOCALIZING, GROWLING)

(CONTINUES VOCALIZING)

Oh, I just had the grooviest dream.

What just...

(SPITTING)

Oops! (CHUCKLES) My bad.

(VOCALIZING)

Never send a chocolate bunny to do a marshmallow chick's work.

(CACKLING)

After this well placed whammy, those losers won't be able to...

Look out below!

(CLUCKING)

Oops! (CHUCKLES)

So sorry.

Hey, it's only our first lesson.

Little marshmallow birdy, why are you on such a downer?

You're supposed to be the love chicken.

Our little Cyli really dug Easter when she was a baby.

It was all about sweetness and pretty colors.

GRANNY: Right on, I have photographic evidence.

(CLUCKING)

She looks so happy and adorable and innocent with her little Easter basket.

PAC: You do look happy.

Oh, it's melting my marshmallow heart.

Maybe I did overreact a little. Bygones?

You bet.

(SLURPS) Yum!

Yum, best Pac-Peep I ever tasted!

Well, looks like the Pac-Peeps remembered what Easter's all about.

And the ghosts are headed back where they belong.

All in all, a satisfying conclusion

to an "egg-citing" Easter adventure!

Thanks to Cyli's folks mostly,

that embarrassing scrapbook sure came in handy, Granny.

So did your awesome egg-throwing skills.

Just sorry I embarrassed my silly willy girl

by whipping out the scrapbook all the time.

I'm totally over it and super proud of my entire far-out family.

What do you say we head back to the lab and have a proper Easter feast?

You know you don't have to ask me twice. I call front seat!

(STARTS ENGINE)

Hello?

Anybody?

Oh, sure, I guess the yolk's on me.