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(LAUGHING MANIACALLY)

Look at you,

the most miserable collection of loser ghouls and incompetent monsters

I've seen in my entire afterlife.

(WHIMPERING)

(GROWLING)

(WHISTLING)

Bad girl, drop it.

Drop it!

(WHIMPERING)

(GAGGING)

So, I'm sure you are all wondering why I'm doing the happy dance.

Because your incompetence forced me to hire an outside contractor

to deal with the Pac-problem.

At no small expense to me, I might add.

Oh! Blech!

Which reminds me,

it is time to go to Dr. Pacenstein's castle

to see what kind of Pac-destroying monster he has created for us.

Whee! (LAUGHING)

I don't care what it looks like

as long as it rids us of the lemon menace forever!

We've got to help my poor Pacums before it's too late.

(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!

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

Oh, it's too late for you, Pac-Man. I've done it.

Your perfect body is mine to control.

What have you done to me, Dr. Pacenstein?

(SIGHING) Were you snoozing when I explained this before?

I pulled the old switcheroo.

My brain, your body.

Your brain, my jar.

This must be a nightmare. I got to pinch myself.

Good luck with no hands.

I do hope you enjoy your life of confinement more than I did.

Oh, and have someone change the nutrient fluid once in a while.

It gets pretty funky in there.

And I haven't eaten in ages,

but I've never been so ravenously hungry before.

(CRASHING)

SIR CUMFERENCE: This year, I stocked the tables with enough food for an army.

Or hopefully one Pac-Man and my guests.

But I wonder why Pac's not here yet.

(SIGHING) Everybody always wears the same thing, even me.

I wish somebody would bring it to the party this year.

(GROANING)

Okay.

Waking up in jail after a party is never a good sign.

I'm pretty sure this isn't a party.

We've been duped by that nasty brain, and I'm seriously worried about Pac.

-PINKY: You should be. -(GASPING)

(SIGHING) You'd think we'd get used to that by now.

What are you guys doing here?

Uh, the usual, saving the lemon drop's bacon.

Betrayus and Dr. Pacenstein are in cahoots.

That explains why that nasty brain thought he recognized me when I was wearing this.

We'd have gotten here sooner,

but we didn't have the right address in Transylpacia,

and the GPS signal is terrible out here.

(VOICE IN GPS) I'm lost. I'm frightened. Hold me.

Ow.

Let's go. We got to save my Pacums.

I sure say that a lot.

Um, excuse me, solid flesh, real body. We can't go through the bars like you.

(SIGHING)

Hey, there has to be at least one perk to not having a body anymore.

A little to the left.

Open sesame.

Do try to keep up, sister.

Oh, I'll do better than keeping up, slow poke.

Cool. But how did...

I remember Pacenstein mentioning there were secret passages.

What took you so long?

Not bad for Pac Worlders.

Hello, we won. But then, who's keeping score?

Whatever.

There is that conniving cortex.

What did you do to our pal, you lousy lobe?

Yeah, spill your guts, you dirty brains.

Uh, how would that even work?

Whoa, take it easy, guys. It's me.

That evil glob of gray matter somehow got my mind stuck in this jar,

and his has taken over my body.

(SHUDDERING)

-That makes a horrible kind of sense. -Okay, yeah.

But what I'm having trouble wrapping my head around

is how either of you talk without a mouth.

I think it's some kind of telepathic thing.

(SCOFFING) Whatever.

We need to get my Pacums' noodle back to where it belongs. ASAP.

Right, who knows how much trouble that guy can get my body into?

My guess is plenty. Let's go.

Um, guys, a little help here.

(CHUCKLING) Sorry, buddy.

Okay. Now, let's go.

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

Oh, this body is a marvel. So much better than my old one was.

With its weakling, nerdy, scientist limbs

that could barely lift a lab beaker or fend off a wedgie.

You are an embarrassment to appendages everywhere.

Well, now, I shall show all those wedgie givers and naysayers

and fools who laughed behind my back,

now that I've got a back to laugh behind.

Soon all of Pac World will bow to me.

(LIGHTNING CRACKLING)

I can hardly wait to meet my new mega-monster.

Or should I say,

my prepaid, satisfaction guaranteed, Pac-pest destroying mega-monster.

(SCREAMING) Pac-Brat, don't eat me. Eat Dr. Rump-Head.

I'm bitter and stringy, but he's plump and delicious.

I'm not your enemy.

Well, I am, but I'm not the enemy you think I am.

Actually, I'm your worst nightmare of an enemy, enemy.

-What's he babbling about? -No idea.

How many times do I have to explain this?

I am Dr. Pacenstein,

and thanks to you slimy buffoons,

I now possess Pac-Man's perfect body.

-(STOMACH GROWLING) -Hmm.

Perfect, except that it's always ravenously hungry.

(SIGHING) I've never considered ghost a delicacy before.

But, like you said, "You're delicious."

Just him. I'm bitter and stringy, remember?

Hmm, I can work with that.

Oh, I can't believe that we're about to be gobbled by this double-crossing snake.

-Wait. Wait. -(GOBBLING)

Okay, now I believe it.

(GOBBLING)

(BURPING)

(LIGHTNING CRACKLING)

(GASPING) Look, there's my possessed Pacums.

And there's my second course.

Uh-oh. Hey, you know, guys, I don't think we thought this through.

(GASPING)

Somehow it's even worse when it's not Pac doing the gobbling.

(BURPING)

You know, Eeghost, spooks are surprisingly tasty.

And since I don't really need your extra set of hands,

I might as well eat you, too.

(BURPING)

Unfortunately, those specters aren't very filling.

They barely scratch the itch.

Not enough body to them.

(GASPING)

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

(POPPING)

Let's see what kind of feed bag old Spheros puts on

before I gobble him along with his banquet.

Oh! (CHUCKLING)

Road snacks.

(SCREAMING)

(GOBBLING)

(BURPING)

(GRUNTING)

Oh, well, guess there are some things even this awesome body can't stomach.

-Ah! Get him! -It's one of Pacenstein's monsters.

-(YELPING) He barfed up that poor lady. -He's eating everything in sight.

Attack that monster!

Ooh, these look interesting. I wonder what they taste like.

(CHUCKLING)

Cool mint.

He froze our fire.

-(ALL CLAMORING) -Let's get out of here.

Ha, ha. Just like stealing candy from a baby.

(CRYING)

(LAUGHING MANICALLY)

It's Dr. Pacenstein.

You created the belching yellow monster.

Destroy that brain.

Yeah, destroy it.

Oh, I really need to move to a quieter hood.

I'm not that double-crossing Dr. Pacenstein,

and the monster is me.

Well, him.

Well, him inside of me. I mean...

-I'm not helping, am I? -Pronoun trouble.

Get out!

-Get away. -Let's go, come on.

Well, I don't see how this Halloween could get any worse.

-(SIGHING) Spiral. -What?

You should really know better than to say that.

Yeah.

(GROWLING)

I really should.

(GROWLING)

(GROWLING)

Great, we either get chomped or mobbed.

I think you guys better power up.

Still got your emergency berries, right?

(GROWLING)

Yes, and this is definitely an emergency.

I guess we have no other choice.

(GULPING)

Oh, just what I was afraid of, Spiral-fly.

Please, just don't let me turn into a...

(GULPING)

Oh! Of course. (SHUDDERING)

(CHUCKLING) Looks better on me.

Wow, and I wasn't feeling bad enough.

Oh. Sorry.

(WHIMPERING)

Oh, hush.

(GROWLING)

You guys think you can catch us?

(WHIMPERING)

Think again. We caught you.

(GRUNTING) And now they've caught us.

-Get that brain! -Down with Dr. Pacenstein!

Destroy the monster!

Ha! Wish I could lend a hand, but I don't even have a mouth.

So why do I still think I'm hungry?

Speaking of hungry...

(HOWLING)

At least we could use our berry powers to escape.

It could be worse.

And now it is. Run!

(CACKLING)

(SCREAMING)

-(GROWLING) -(SCREAMING)

-(GROWLING) -(SCREAMING)

What's with this place?

There's, like, a monster around every corner.

Remind me to never visit Transylpacia again

I will, if we get out of here alive.

-(EXPLOSION) -BETRAYUS: Ooh! Ow!

That itches.

I despise the feeling of regenerating ectoplasm.

Oh, how odd, I cannot seem to perceive my depth perception.

Hmm, clearly, as this confounded contraption is overdue for servicing.

Okay, so we've been double-crossed by Dr. Pacenstein.

No big surprise.

I've never met a mad scientist who wasn't a complete scoundrel.

Oh, well, I... Never mind.

However, I do believe it will work out perfectly

if we can get hold of the Pac-Brat's brain and destroy it.

He's stuck in a jar. So what can he do? (WHISTLING)

GHOST: You rang?

-Happy Halloween. -What's up, Lord B?

I command you slimy specters to follow Dr. Buttocks

and hunt down the Pac-pest's bratty brain.

(LAUGHING MANICALLY)

Okay, I really, truly, for reals, don't know how things could get any worse.

I cannot believe you just said that.

(SIGHING) You know, every time you do, things get...

Worse.

Wow, that didn't take long.

Obtain that brain!

Cyli, catch.

Uh, guys, I'm not a football.

Good idea, Pac.

Spiral, go long.

I'm barfing without a mouth.

He's at the 30 yard, the 20 yard. He's at the 10.

Touch down.

Head, uh... Brain-ache.

(LAUGHING) I did it, I did it!

I did it!

I got it, I got it. Oh!

And now I've got it.

Ew, as if brain in a jar wasn't gross enough already.

Okay, I'm not saying it.

But, I'm just saying...

(LIGHTNING CRACKLING)

But you were thinking it.

So here comes Count Pacula to make matters even worse.

-Get them! -Take the life of that brain.

Surrounded by ghosts, monsters and villagers,

and now here comes Count Pacula.

-Don't even think it! -Don't even think it!

-(GASPING) -Come with me if you want to live.

I've always wanted to say that.

Wait, you're saving us?

I overheard you, Pac-Man.

Any foe of Pacenstein is a friend of mine.

Well, at least until I get even with the worst neighbor ever.

I sleep days, work nights.

And with all the lightning...

-(LIGHTNING CRACKLING) -(SCREAMING)

And screaming...

I can see how that could be annoying.

And angry villagers storming his castle,

(SHOUTING)

I can't concentrate.

If you can shut this guy up, I will be eternally grateful.

And believe me, I know from eternity.

Hey, what do you know? Things just got better.

Now, let's hope Dr. Pacenstein isn't using my body

to make other things worse.

Oh, President Spheros.

Oh, finally, Pac-Man's here.

Now we can get this party really jumping.

Pac, my boy, I've been standing guard over your favorite food stuffs,

and they're all...

(BURPING)

Mine.

(GOBBLING)

Mmm, more.

(ALL EXCLAIMING IN SURPRISE)

Mmm...

Wigalicious.

(SPITTING)

Hairball.

(SHOUTING)

Crank it down a notch, lad. You are scaring the guests.

You want scary?

I'll show you scary.

(LAUGHING)

Yes, I want to have the scariest Halloween party ever.

(STAMMERING) Pac, my boy, why are you talking funny?

What's gotten into you?

The mind of a real genius, not an old quack like you.

(LAUGHING MANICALLY)

I'm not monkeying around.

PAC WORLDER: Out of my way!

(PAC WORLDERS CLAMORING)

Out of my way!

Oh, what a disaster!

This party couldn't get worse.

Sure wish he hadn't said that.

(SCREAMING)

-After them! -Hurry.

Wow, what a party.

(TALKING EXCITEDLY)

PAC WORLDER: Oh, wow.

(GRUNTING)

I'd recognize that yellow cerebellum anywhere.

Pac, my boy, if that's you in the jar, who commandeered your body?

It was I, Dr. Pacenstein,

the greatest scientific mind of our time.

BOTH: Actually, I'm the greatest scientific mind of our time.

Whatever.

Spiral, Cyli, try to maintain some order here

while Grinder and I subdue that body bandit.

(PAC WORLDERS CLAMORING)

Maintain order?

Seriously, dude?

I've got this.

Everyone, please, remain calm.

"Calm"? That guy must be bats.

Catch me if you can, you substandard scientist.

Oh, you ridiculous robber. (GRUNTING)

I think I'm in love.

Ow!

Ow!

Oh, this is an udder disaster.

(MOOING)

Mmm. (LAUGHING)

The beautiful chaos I've caused.

Revenge is sweeter than the sweetest Halloween candy.

My tricks are a treat.

(GROWLING)

(GRUNTING)

Oh, sorry.

Pac?

(GRUNTING)

Got you.

Hurry up with the jar, Cyli. Holding eyeballs is skeeving me out.

Whew! Pac's brain's safe again.

Not hardly, since I am about to destroy it permanently.

There he is, Dr. Heinie-Head.

Taste the formidable fruity footsteps of the Pac-nana nana.

(ALL SHOUTING)

Follow me if you want to live.

Hey, that's my line.

I had to pop back to the lab

to cobble together this mini brain transference device.

It will get Dr. Wackenstein's brain back in the jar,

and Pac's back in his body.

I hope.

Me, too. Give it your best shot, Sir C.

(ELECTRICITY CRACKLING)

Ix-nay on the eam-bay!

Oh! Now, that feels, uh, funny.

But this isn't funny.

Uh, and, like, this is?

I can't believe I'm in a vampac's body.

No need to worry.

I'll just recalibrate the frame-stat on the doohickey and then...

Now you need to worry.

Well, it's nice to be out of that jar and in a body again.

Even one as creepy as this.

No offense, Count P.

I brought your backup Power Berries.

Take your pick, my boy.

Thanks, Sir C. Down the Pac-hatch.

(GULPING)

Smart berry.

Not sure how that's going to help me get my body back.

Those berries never seem to work the same on normal Pac Worlders,

and the Count is even less normal.

Hey, I'm right here.

Words hurt, you know.

That may be true, Count, but I'm afraid that Cylindria is correct.

Observe, Pac's brain is expanding with his intellect.

Oh, of course, the solution, uh, is quite obvious.

All that needs to be done to alleviate this threat is...

Whoa!

(GROANING)

(LAUGHING)

I've fallen head over heels for my lousy neighbor.

Oh, this is the best day in my eternal life.

Thank you, Pac-Man.

Glad to be of service.

Now, I just need to solve the little matter

of getting my giant gray matter back into my own body.

-(THUNDER RUMBLING) -(LIGHTNING CRACKLING)

All right. I believe I've set the dials correctly.

Everyone, cross your fingers.

Except for you of course, Count. (CHUCKLING)

(ELECTRICITY CRACKLING)

Welcome back, Pac.

Good to see all of you, bro.

(GROANING)

It's good to be home.

COUNT PACULA: Hey, what happened to Dr. Pacenstein's brain?

Who can say?

I must have dropped a decimal point

when I was calibrating the crazy contraption.

Ooh, this is just as bad as being in a jar.

(SHUDDERING)

Correction, it's worse.

Um...

(MOOING)

Weirdest Halloween ever.