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- Looks like she worked out

a little too much.

Scary, huh?

- Actually, you know what

the scariest thing about

Halloween is?

- Pfft, last year's

quadcopus costume.

All: Trick or treat?

- Worst costume ever, Harpers.

- Eight tentacles

but only one bag.

What were we thinking?

- I was gonna say the scariest

thing about Halloween is that.

- Bubbling brew,

dark and oozy.

Who would like

a trick-or-treat smoothie?

[cackling]

Too much trick?

- [sighs]

Tom,

when we agreed to dress

as a witch and wizard,

I thought it was clear which

one of us would be the witch.

- Sorry, Anne, but if we have

to have another cackle-off,

bring it!

- [cackling]

- [cackling]

[both cackling]

- Correction--that's the

scariest thing about

Halloween.

[upbeat music]

♪ ♪

- [whistling melody]

♪ ♪

[rhythmic clapping]

- ♪ One, two, three, four! ♪

- [whistling melody]

♪ ♪

- ♪ Na, na, na, na, na-na ♪

♪ Na, na, na, na,

na-na ♪

- ♪ One, two ♪

- ♪ Na, na, na ♪

- ♪ One, two, three, four! ♪

- Four Halloween smoothies,

all treat, no trick.

- Thanks, Josie.

Nice lunch lady costume.

- Oh, I'm not just

any lunch lady.

I'm sloppy Josie.

- By the way,

we're really psyched

you're DJ-ing

our Halloween dance.

- Oh, me too.

I just hope the DJ booth can fit

all this lunch in my trunk.

Boop!

- I just hope the dance

lives up to the hype.

- You know who has two thumbs

and does live up to the hype?

This guy!

And all everyone's talking about

is who he's taking to the dance.

- Nobody's talking about that.

- We're talking about it

right now.

- You don't need to take a date

to the dance.

- Most people may not,

but most people ain't Dicky.

I have a reputation to uphold.

- You're not the only one

with two thumbs

who's asking someone

to the dance.

- Really? Who else is?

- This guy.

- Hey, look at us.

A couple of this-guys.

- Well, I'm keeping

my options open.

Why dance with one goose

when you can dance

with the whole gaggle?

- You guys are making me

gaggle.

- Uh, hey, Dawn, do you know

that kid over there?

He keeps looking at you.

- Oh, that's Mack.

He sits in front of me

in math class.

Awesome doodler,

really smart, nice neck.

- Oh, well, don't look now,

but Mr. Nice Neck is

coming this way.

- Hey, Dawn.

- Uh, hey, Mack.

- Did you see the dude

in the witch's costume?

- I know.

Glad he's not my dad.

- [cackling]

Hi, I'm Dawn's dad.

Nice neck!

You must be Mack.

[chuckles]

Oh. Awkward!

[cackling]

- So, if you thought

that was awkward,

here comes this.

Uh, at the Halloween dance,

I was thinking maybe you could

save me a dance?

- A dance?

With you?

- I knew it was a stupid idea.

- No, no, no.

It's a good idea.

- So, yes?

Great, I can't wait.

- And we have a new

scariest thing about

Halloween.

- ♪ ♪

- Hey.

You know what the best kind

of Halloween candy is?

Me as your arm candy

when we walk into that dance.

Now, let's hear how you're gonna

ask your girl.

- [takes a deep breath]

Hello--

- [imitates buzzer]

What is this, 2012?

Who says hello?

- Fine.

Will you go to the dance

with me?

- [as a robot] Will you

go to the dance with me?

Now you're embarrassing

both of us.

You don't ask.

You tell.

- I was just thinking--

- There's the problem.

You're thinking.

Don't think.

Think!

- I'm confused.

- Just be in the moment.

Never hesitate,

never waver.

- I got it!

I think.

- This is hopeless.

- Who is it? Who is it?

Who is it? Who is it?

Who is it?

- Uh-huh, uh-huh. We'd love to.

- Love to what?

Is that your mother? I'm not

going there for Thanksgiving.

- Shh!

- No, I--I'm telling you,

Anne.

I am not sleeping

in that guest room.

- Uh, sure, yeah, that's fine.

- No, no, it's not fine.

The bed is lumpy,

and that creepy little door

we're not allowed to open

freaks me out!

- Okay, see you later.

Bye.

- Ugh, I will not

go through this again.

You know what, we're doing

separate holidays this year.

- That was the school.

They want us to chaperone

the Halloween dance.

- Oh, a dance! Awesome!

I was totally kidding about

the separate holiday thing.

- Come on.

You guys can't go to the

dance.

- Yeah!

- You're gonna cramp my style.

- Mine too.

- There will be no cramping

of anyone's style.

Trust me--

your father and I know plenty

about having our style cramped

at a dance.

- It was our senior prom.

- ♪ ♪

- What is this?

A Madonna video?

No touching!

- So trust me,

we understand.

We are not gonna get

in your way.

- And they're gone.

- [sighs]

What's wrong?

- Nothing. Why?

- Because I know you, Dawn.

And when something's bothering

you, you make origami animals.

- That is not true.

Okay, a little true.

- Dawn.

- All right, a lot true!

- So what is it?

- Just--

I just can't tell you here.

Come on.

Mack asked me

if I would save him a dance.

I like Mack, and I really

wanna

dance with him, but...

I can't dance.

- How bad can you be?

Show me.

- Okay.

But after you see

what you're about to see,

promise we'll still

be friends?

[exhales]

- Oh, my.

What is happening?

How does your leg do that?

Why does your leg do that?

Stop your leg from doing that!

- See?

That's why I can't go

to the dance.

- You can't miss

our first school dance.

You just have to find a way

of going

but not do whatever that was.

- So it's as bad as I thought,

huh?

- You look like a baby deer

being born.

- Never hesitate,

never waver.

Never hesitate,

never waver.

- You ready to ask your girl?

- Ready.

You ready to ask yours?

- Born ready.

Both: There she is!

What?

- I'm going to ask Scarlett.

- I'm going to ask Scarlett.

- [laughing]

Oh, Ricky, Ricky, Ricky.

She's way out of your league.

Think about it.

- You told me not to think!

- Hello, Scarlett.

- Uh, will you go to the dance

with me?

- Will you go to the dance

with me?

- I asked first.

- I got here first.

- Wow.

I don't know what to say.

- Say, "Yes, Dicky."

- Say, "Yes, Ricky."

- I'm going to say yes.

Both: Yes!

To who?

- To one of you.

I just don't know which one.

You're both so nice.

You know what?

Just meet me before the dance,

and I'll tell you guys then.

- I can't believe

she didn't say yes.

- I can't believe

she didn't say no!

- ♪ ♪

- Well, Anne, we never got

that dance on our prom night,

but tonight,

it's gonna happen.

- I can barely breathe, Tom.

- I feel the excitement too.

- No, this dress

is too tight!

Oh!

Do we really have to wear

our old prom clothes?

- Suck it up, Anne!

We're recreating the magic.

Where's your sense of romance?

Kids, come on!

[latin music]

- Tonight, I dance.

♪ ♪

- Wow, honey.

You look great.

What costumes did your

brothers

decide on?

- Well, they're both trying

to impress Scarlett,

so they decided to dress

as the coolest person they know.

Dicky dressed as...

Dicky.

- [beatboxing]

- And Ricky dressed as...

Also Dicky.

- [beatboxing]

- Looking good, bro.

But why would she go out

with a counterficky-Dicky

when she could have all 4'6"

of the real deal?

- Well, let's just see

which Dicky she pickys.

- All right, let's get this

show on the road.

- Yeah, let's go, guys,

come on. Go, go, go.

- Where's Dawn?

- Coming!

- Dawn!

- [grunts]

Still working out the kinks.

- Oh, hey, hey!

Dawn?

Okay, look, you can barely

walk

in this costume.

You won't be able

to dance in it.

- I won't be able to dance?

I never thought of that!

Oh, well, let's go.

Whoa!

- Dawn!

- Argh, guard the house, matey.

[barks]

- ♪ ♪

- There she is.

- Good luck, Dicky.

- You too...Dicky.

- Hey, Scarlett.

- Hey, Dickys.

- Have you made up your mind?

- I have,

and I'd like to go to the

dance

with Dicky.

Both: Yes!

Wait.

Which Dicky?

- Uh, the real one.

- I understand.

Thank you

for your consideration.

Congratulations.

- So would you like to walk me

into the dance?

♪

- Dawn, that costume is

purrrrfect.

- Thanks.

I'd do a celebratory dance,

but I can't.

How great is that?

- This is so embarrassing.

- Hate all you want.

I love life.

- No, Scarlett totally

rejected me and chose Dicky.

Do you think everyone's

talking

about it?

- Relax.

Nobody's talking about it.

- Psst.

It's me, Dicky.

- Really?

I thought it was a crow

with a Dicky costume

on its butt.

- No, it's me.

- Where's Scarlett?

- The worst thing

just happened.

When she chose me,

I totally choked.

Do you think everyone's

talking

about it?

- What is with you guys?

Nobody's talking about you.

[laughter]

- Worst dance fail ever,

Harpers.

- You know what?

You don't like what people

are saying?

Let's go change

the conversation.

With our hips!

[latin music]

Ole!

- Let's get out of here.

- All right, party people!

Lost and found alert.

Somebody left their retainer

in the punch bowl.

Now it's time

for DJ Sloppy Josie

to serve up some slow jams.

[romantic music]

♪ ♪

- Mrs. Harper, I believe we

have some unfinished business.

[grunts]

- What is this?

[both gasp]

A Madonna video?

Chaperones do not dance.

- Wow, great costume.

- You look just like our mean

old chaperone, Ms. Rothschild.

- That was my mother.

I took over

her chaperoning business.

- [exhales]

Nice lady.

[chuckles]

Such a--such a sweet smile.

Ha, yeah, that's the one!

- Hey, Dawn.

- Oh, hi.

Look at you,

Mack in cheese.

- Look at you,

jack in box.

- So look at us.

- So, you ready

for that dance?

- I...

- Uh-huh?

- Would...

- Uh-huh?

- Love...

- I like where this is going.

- To...

- Great!

- But...

- Oh, no.

- It's this costume.

I didn't realize it'd be so hard

to dance in.

Grr, stupid me.

What was I thinking?

Guess I'm more

of a jerk in the box.

- Come on.

I'm sure you can dance a little.

- I don't get it.

Why'd you run?

- I don't know.

I just panicked.

[girls laughing]

- Now everybody's making fun

of me.

- Look, you're embarrassed,

and I'm disappointed.

Let's not let it

ruin our night.

I'm here for you,

no matter what.

- Hey, Ricky.

Wanna dance?

- You bet.

- He didn't hesitate.

He didn't waver.

[sighs]

- Trick or beats!

[techno music]

- So...

Here we are, on the dance floor.

- Are you actually gonna dance?

- Oh, I am dancing!

There's things going on inside

here you don't even know

about.

- Looks like it's time

for the spotlight dance.

All: Dance! Dance! Dance!

Dance! Dance! Dance! Dance!

- You know, if you didn't

wanna dance with me,

you could've just said so.

- Mack?

- Psst, Ricky.

- Mom, you're cramping my

style.

- Well, Ms. Rothschild's

cramping my style.

I need your help.

Pass this note to dad.

- Fine.

- Thank you.

- Hey, pass this note to my

dad.

He's the chaperone

over by the snack table.

- Pass this to the chaperone

at the snack table.

- Hey, give this to the old

dude over by the snack table.

- Mack? Mack?

What are you doing back here?

- Hiding.

From my shame.

What are you doing back here?

- [sighs] Hoping to get a

block of cheese to forgive me.

All: Nicky! Nicky!

Nicky! Nicky! Nicky!

- How did Nicky become

the life of the party?

- And how did Ricky become

a better Dicky than Dicky?

I'm supposed to be

the cool Harper.

Now I'm the least cool Harper.

- Oh, please.

I'm the least cool Harper.

Have you ever seen me dance?

- Have you ever run away from

a girl because you were

scared?

- No, but I made a guy run away

from me because I was scared.

Sometimes I wish

I was more like Nicky.

He just is who he is and doesn't

care what anyone else thinks.

- I wish

I was more like Ricky.

I should think.

Maybe if I had,

I wouldn't have been freaked out

when Scarlett said yes.

I talk a big game, but

nobody's

ever agreed to play before.

- [sighs]

- Finally.

Oh.

- I hear you wanted to dance

with me.

I just have one rule.

Don't fall in love.

- Oh, Oscar, Oscar, Oscar,

I can't promise that.

- I'm having fun.

- Yeah, whatever.

- I can't believe

Dicky just ran away like that.

He's totally not the guy

I thought he was.

You're way cooler.

- Coolest Harper ever, Harper.

All: Yeah!

- Actually,

the real reason Dicky ran away

was because he's cool.

When you chose him,

he felt bad for me,

so he ran away to get people

laughing at him instead of me.

- Okay, so he's

the coolest Harper ever.

- No, Ricky.

You don't have to cover for

me.

They're right.

Ricky dressed like me

because he wanted to go

as the coolest guy he knew.

But he wore the wrong costume.

Dude, you should've just gone

as yourself.

- Thanks.

- ♪ Ah, freak out ♪

♪ Le freak c'est chic ♪

♪ Freak out ♪

- Dawn, you don't have

to do this.

- Yes, I do, Mae.

Look away if you have to,

but I'm letting Mack and

the whole world see what I

got.

Hey.

- Hey.

Where's your costume?

- Okay.

I only wore that costume,

so I wouldn't have to dance.

Truth is,

I'm a really bad dancer, but

I should've just told you

that.

So if you're not too mad at

me,

I'd still like that dance.

- [mouthing words]

- Sure.

- That's right, people.

This is me dancing.

Know what? I don't know

what I was so scared about.

I kind of like this.

♪

- Wow.

I feel so much better.

- I appreciate it, but you

don't have to dance badly for

me.

- What?

- Nothing.

- Okay.

- ♪ Ah, freak out ♪

- A little old man told me

you wanted to see me.

- I do.

I'm going fishing, Tom.

- Rothschild seems to have

misplaced her yardstick.

[yardstick clatters]

We have some time.

- [chuckles]

[dress ripping]

- Oh.

- Sorry.

- No.

I can finally breathe!

-[both laugh]

- Here, here. Let's go.

- Okay. Oh.

- ♪ ♪

- [whistling melody]

♪ ♪

- [vocalizing]

♪ Yeah ♪

[vocalizing]

♪ Yeah ♪

- ♪

- ♪