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(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.