All language subtitles for Pac-Man Ghostly S02E24_English

(SHOUTING)

When I was a child

my miserable candy-grubbing brother
always ruined Halloween for me.

Ah!

You'd think that now I am the lord
of everything that makes Halloween scary,

I could really get into it.

But the Pac-pest
has ruined it for me again

before it's even begun.

Butt-ler just reported in

that the lemon louse foiled my last attack
in under three minutes. (GRUNTING)

Hey! Fire Ghosts are trying to sleep here!

Don't you know who I am?

Spooks these days have no respect.

There must be a monster
somewhere in this vast Netherworld

tough enough to take out the Pac-pain.

And we are going to find it!

(SHUDDERING)

Twelfth time today that I've been gulped
and belched. (SHUDDERING)

Congratulations.

That's gotta be a new record.

Now, get back out there and do your job,
worthless whiner!

(GRUNTING)

Watch where you're going
unless you want a black eye!

None of my best monsters can stop him.

Even my loyal dog has disappointed me,

allowing the lemon menace
to come and go as he pleases

in my kingdom.

Oh! That reminds me.

-Bad dog!
-(WHIMPERING)

-Bad doggie!
-(WHIMPERING)

(BARKING)

Ugh. Ugh.

Disgusting!

Every dragon, banshee, sorceress,
and troll we've thrown at the beach ball

has been beaten, eaten, or worse.

(GASPING)

We need a mega-monster good enough
to destroy the Pac-pest once and for all.

Well, where are we going to get
a mega-monster?

(GASPING) Ooh!

(LAUGHING)

I have a wonderfully wicked idea.

(SINGING) 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!

(BLOWING AIR)

Uh, is my wig on straight?

CYLINDRIA: You look perfect.

Thanks, Cyli.

But I gotta admit,
your Betrayus costume is creeping me out.

Me too, actually.

But too late to change it now.

Dude, where exactly is

"Special Haunted Castle Halloween Dinner"
being held?

The invite didn't say,

but it sounds like it's gonna be
an awesome feast.

(SLURPING)

I don't think the host of the party
realized who he was inviting

when he wrote, "All you can eat".

(LAUGHING) For sure.

One of the perks
of being ghost fighters is that

we get invited to all the coolest parties.

No kidding.

Tonight, dinner in a haunted castle

and then back to town
for the Prez's annual Halloween party

at the Round House.

It's good to be us.

Well, when we're not getting attacked
by aliens and monsters

or slimed by ghosts.

SPHEROS: No!

No, no, no!

The cobwebs are much too high.

Nobody's going to be able to
walk through them

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

-(YELPING)
-(ROBOT BEEPING)

I just walked through cobwebs!

Creepy.

Exactly!

That means they're working.

Everything must be tested
to ensure maximum scariosity.

Oh!

-Ahhh!
-(LAUGHING)

Oh, pardon me. (LAUGHING)

Is the big federal agent scared?

(LAUGHING) Well, Stratos, old friend,
those gags aren't bad.

But it'll take more than a rubber bat
and a few cobwebs

to frighten our young hero
and his ghost-fighting friends.

-(GRUNTING)
-(PAC CHUCKLING)

Cobwebs shmobwebs.

This haunted castle
has to do better than that to scare us.

Hey, I've even been a spider.

(SHUDDERING) Me too.

Yeah, and I've lost count

of all the ghosts and monsters and mummies
and stuff we've come up against.

Been there, done that.

I'd say we're pretty much scare-proof
at this point.

CHAUFFEUR: You have arrived
at Transylpacia.

Do not leave the safety of this vehicle
for any reason.

(ALL SCREAMING)

(ALL LAUGHING)

(LAUGHING) Great make-up.

Okay, this is going to be scary cool!

Better buckle up tight.

These roads can be dangerous.

(THUNDER CRACKING)

(ALL LAUGHING)

(BATS SQUEAKING)

Seriously scary cool!

Down with Dr. Pacenstein!

His experiments bring evil to our land.

Gotta say, these haunted castle guys
go all out to set the stage.

(CAR DOOR OPENING)

We have arrived.

Welcome to

Castle Pacenstein.

-(THUNDER CRACKING)
-(SCREAMING)

Really, you could stop screaming now.

PAC: Wow!

CYLINDRIA: Amazing!

SPIRAL: Great trick!

That was super real-looking.

CYLINDRIA: So much so I'm not even sure
how he did that.

Guess they can do just about anything
with special effects these days.

(DOOR RATTLING)

DR. PACENSTEIN: Welcome to my humble home.

Enter freely and of your own will.

As long as the food flows freely,
I'm willing.

Okay, seriously impressed.

They've made the joint
almost as creepy as the Netherworld.

Everything is so realistic.

It's almost as if this place is for real.

Oh, but that couldn't be possible.

Or could it?

Greetings, my young friends.

I am your host, Dr. Pacenstein,

and this is my lab assistant, Eeghost.

Nice to meet you both. (CHUCKLING)

But I'm guessing you're the brains
of the outfit. (LAUGHING)

(CHUCKLING) Good one, Pac.

(CHUCKLING) Oh, yes, most amusing.

Trust me, you have nothing to fear
in my little haunted castle.

-Hardly more than just...
-(GASPING)

Smoke and mirrors, as they say.

(THUNDER CRACKING)

It is all to ensure you receive
the ultimate Halloween experience.

(CYLINDRIA GASPING)

Eh, Eeghost?

(CHUCKLING) Yes, master.

That's a relief.

Yeah, but we weren't really scared.

Much.

-(THUNDER CRACKING)
-(ALL SCREAMING)

(LAUGHING MANIACALLY)

Ah! I recognize the famous Pac-Man,

despite your costume,

but who are your friends?

This is Spiral. And this is...

Betrayus! (CHUCKLING NERVOUSLY)

What are you doing back so soon?

Uh, this is a costume,
and I just got here.

Oh. Of course, yes.

Just an April Fool's or Opposite Day joke,

but for Halloween instead, yes.

I apologize
that I cannot shake your hands.

I have, through the course
of my many experiments,

sacrificed my body parts

until being reduced to my current pickled,
preserved brain state.

(CHUCKLING) Oh, yes,
I refer to my leftover limbs

as my foot servants and hand maidens.

Hey, lefty, hurry up
with those refreshments.

Look out for...

(GROANING)

Worst servants ever!

Just when you think
you've seen everything.

Please, make yourselves at home

while I prepare a feast in your honor.

(EXCITEDLY) Oh.

Now you're talking turkey.

And I hope mashed potatoes, and stuffing,
and gravy, and whatever.

I can hardly wait!

Feel free to tour the castle
while I retire to the kitchen.

Ah, just avoid any hidden passages,

haunted suits of armor,
or secret laboratories

in which unnatural experiments
are being performed.

Not that we really do
that sort of thing around here.

(GRUNTING)

Careful, you brainless bicep.

Whoa!

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

(GRUNTING)

Goal!

Pick me up, you dancing dolt.

-(CROWD CLAMORING)
-(DR. PACENSTEIN CLEARS THROAT)

Oh, and ignore the muttering mob outside.

They're always griping
about something or other.

But they're nothing compared
to my grouchy neighbor, Count Pacula.

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

Hey, you mob, get away from my moat.

You're driving me batty.

Well, if you'll excuse me,
dinner won't cook itself, you know.

The whole brain-in-a-jar illusion
is pretty amazing.

-I wonder how they do it.
-(DOOR CLOSING)

I'm guessing Eeghost is a ventriloquist.

This has gotta be
the most elaborate Halloween party ever!

Yeah, but it's funny
we haven't seen any other guests.

Well, it is a pretty big castle.
We'll probably run into 'em.

Let's check this place out.

(SIGHING) I love to cook.

Create your masterpiece
out of spare parts,

it's what I do.

It's my thang.

Snap to it, hands.

Step it up, feet. Let's get cooking.

We'll start with my
Boo-nana Split Surprise.

Whoa!

(GRUNTING)

Whoa! (GRUNTING)

(GROANING)

What! (STAMMERING) Pepper!

No!

(SNEEZING)

(GROANING)

(SNEEZING)

(GROANING)

(SNEEZING)

(GROANING)

Who puts a fish bowl in a kitchen?

It just doesn't make any sense!

Oh, wait... (CHUCKLING) that was me.

(WHIRRING)

No.

No!

Put down the egg beater!

This place puts the "eep" in creepy.

I agree. What do you think, Pac?

Pac?

(YELPING)

Ever get the feeling
someone's watching you?

(BOTH GASPING)

Yeah, like, now!

(ALL SCREAMING)

Seriously, dude!

Not funny, Pac.

Sorry, guys, I swear
I have no idea how I got in here.

I am concerned that we have not heard
from our manufacturer yet.

(SLURPING) Ah!

Why are you so nervous
about saying his name?

Don't want to admit

that another scientist
has more juice than you?

(STAMMERING) No! Not at all.

I just don't think it's wise
to discuss our plans too openly.

The walls have ears,
und I hear, sometimes, eyes as well.

Well, once our manufacturer creates
the Pac-destroying mega-monster,

it won't matter who spies on us.

-What?
-Oops!

Did you say something?

DR. BUTTOCKS:
No, but I'm going to find out who did.

Well?

Have you uncovered your spook spy?

No! But I'm certain
that somebody is spying on us.

(SLURPING)

Well, I have to use
the little ghosts' room.

Have fun with your dim-witted delusions.

(FARTING)

Oh!

Poor Inky.

And here's my favorite part
of any haunted castle.

The dining room.

Ah! Just in time.

I trust your tour
was deliciously frightening.

And speaking of delicious,
please be seated.

Wow, seriously droolicious!

The feast looks really amazing,
Dr. Pacenstein.

But I can't help but wonder,

where are the other guests?

Me too!

Isn't it rude when people stand you up?

Wow! Look at all this chow!

No guests equals more for me!

Turkey burger in the Pac pocket.

(BELCHING)

(CHUCKLING) That's most impressive.

Let the consumption commence.

(MUNCHING)

Bet this is even better than the spread
at the Round House.

Which I can't wait to dig into
right after we finish this!

(SIGHING) I'm done.

(EXHALING) I'm nauseous.

(SLURPING)

I'm...

I'm full?

Wow! So this is what full feels like.

That was the most astonishing exhibition
of gluttony

I have ever observed.

Do you have a miniature black hole
in your stomach?

No clue. I just dig on chow.

(YAWNING)

I especially liked the turkey.

Mmm, back at the dorms,
we call it, "Sleepy meat".

This batch definitely has got me beat.

(YAWNING)

(YAWNING) Time to leave anyway.

We can sleep on the ride back.

Oh, I wouldn't dream
of having you sleep in a car

when you could take a nap
in the comfort of my castle.

Well, I am pretty...

(SNORING)

Let me show you to your chambers.

(SNORING)

Secret passage?

(YAWNING) Cute trick.

DR. PACENSTEIN: There we are.

All the comforts of home.

(SNORING)

Okay, just a quick nap.

Then gotta go.

(YAWNING)

Can't miss the Round House party.

Not you, Pac-Man.

(LAUGHING)

I have an even better place
for you to lie down.

(LAUGHING)

(YAWNING) Huh?

-Say what?
-Oh!

Feeling rested? (LAUGHING)

Good. Good!

I want you at your best

when I put my brain into your body.

(BOTH LAUGHING)

It's a gag, right?

Just part of
the ultimate Halloween experience?

(LAUGHING MANIACALLY)

So, yes, a gag, or no, a gag?

I really don't think
that this is that funny.

(GRUNTING)

You wanna put your brain in my body?

(GRUNTING) You're a terrible host!

So they tell me.

However, your body
will be a perfect host for my brain.

Eeghost, prepare for the final stage.

(WHIRRING)

There's gotta be some way.

Yes! My berry dispenser.

Once I power up,
it'll be adios Dr. Wacko.

Almost there.

Almost there.

Ow!

Uh-uh, uh. No berries for you, Pac-Man.

That is, not until I am cozily confined
in your cranium.

I don't even know you.

So what gave you the idea

to cram your think-jelly
into my brain-box?

Well, I don't mind admitting,

I did have a little help

from a couple of
seriously evil acquaintances.

Dr. Pacenstein, I am extremely pleased

that you've agreed to use your expertise

to build the ultimate monster
to defeat the Pac-Man.

Yes, that ghost-gobbling tennis ball

has overcome every attempt
made by lesser scientists to defeat him.

And by lesser, I mean you.

Bumbling heinie-head.

Und who is the one

that always comes up
with the ridiculous plans

that consistently backfire
in his farcically flaming face?

Ooh. (CHUCKLING)

Awkward. (CLEARS THROAT)

A toast to the end of Pac-Man's existence
as he knows it.

(CHUCKLING) But it is an amusing prospect.

Quite the cackle. (CLEARS THROAT)

(LAUGHING MANIACALLY)

No, no one out-cackles me.

(LAUGHING MANIACALLY)

DR. PACENSTEIN: Yeah? Well...

(ALL LAUGHING MANIACALLY)

(CONTINUES LAUGHING)

Uh, you can stop cackling now.

(CONTINUES LAUGHING)

(CLEARS THROAT) Indeed.

I always intended to
double-cross those senseless specters

and put my brain into the ultimate body,

the body of Pac-Man.

(WHIRRING)

Well, that's really flattering,

but I pretty much need my body
on a full-time basis.

To, you know, get around and do things
like save Pac World and stuff.

Pac Worlders have shunned me
and even called me a quack.

Words hurt, you know.

(QUACKING)

DR. PACENSTEIN: Duck imitations
don't feel much better.

Now I'll show them
that I'm not just a genius,

I'll show them
that I'm an all-powerful genius,

starting by taking over Pacopolis.

(BEEPING)

Hmm.

I wonder why
Pac and his friends aren't here.

(GASPING) Do you think
they're not going to come?

Oh, they're going to come, right?

Ah, relax, it's still early.

I'm sure the lad and his comrades
will be here shortly.

But what if no one shows up?

Or, what if the scary gags don't work?

(SCREAMING)

Protect the President.

Worst bodyguards ever!

-(ALL LAUGHING)
-Hmm. Pac is usually first to the food.

I sure hope nothing nefarious
has befallen our young hero

on this Halloween.

You'll never get away with this.

Any second now, my pals are gonna
bust in here and kick your backside.

Or jar.

Or whatever.

(BOTH SNORING)

At any second.

(YELPING)

(VIBRATING)

That tickles in a weird way.

Whoa, whoa!

I cannot believe

I nearly ran out of blood oranges
on Halloween.

(YELPING)

You and your wretched
experiments, Pacenstein.

Worst neighbor ever!

(LAUGHING MANIACALLY)

DR. PACENSTEIN: I've done it.

We're alive.

We're alive!

Pac-Man's perfect body

is mine to control!

PAC: Well, this is jarring.