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- Ca-caw, ca-caw.

I'm still available, ladies. [chuckles]

- [sighs] I know we're close,

but I can't see anything in all this rain.

If we keep going like this, we're gonna get lost.

- And what's more important,

this humidity is really doing a number on my beard.

- I think we need to find

a place to bed down for the night.

- We are resting?

But when I wanted to stop for road snacks, you said--

- Tomorrow is a big day.

We're going up against a demon

and I need to be in tip-top shape.

- Well, I, for one would love to hide.

I mean, rest.

This lightning's really freaking me out.

- And I just want to get my beard out of this rain

into some conditioning balm.

- Great.

So we're finding a place to bed down for the night.

[soft suspenseful music]

Hmm. A fork in the road. [thunderclap]

- Which way should we go, left or right?

- How about that place?

[dramatic organ music]

- [yelps]

- Uh, let's not stay at the super creepy place.

- Kay, well, how about there? It looks tiny but inviting.

- "There's gnome place like home."

Ah, funny. - [rasps excitedly]

all: Aww.

[both hissing]

[all yelp] - Oh, okay.

The scary place is fine. - That's a hard pass.

- I am out. - Scary place it is.

- ♪ A troll burned his bridge ♪

♪ A warrior lost her crown ♪

♪ I'm not being poetic ♪

♪ That's literally what went down ♪

♪ Together their journey has begun ♪

♪ Combining might and melody ♪

♪ To quest and smite a demon ♪

♪ And find their true family ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ "The Barbarian and the Troll" ♪

♪ Ooh, ooh ♪

♪ "The Barbarian and the Troll" ♪

[thunder booms]

[gentle music]

- Well, it's not amazing, but pretty good.

- It's a good thing the front door was wide open.

- Brendar, save me!

- Evan, what has got you so freaked out?

- Why did that wide open front door

suddenly close by itself?

- I'm sure there's a perfectly logical explanation.

- Like a ghost?

[dramatic organ music] - Brendar, save me!

- [grunts] Calm down.

There is no such thing as ghosts.

- What about poltergeists, ghouls, and banshees?

- Well, those are real, but ghosts, ridiculous.

- Then who's playing that tiny piano?

- Well, let's find out.

- I'll just hang back here. [chuckles]

- Oh, must be the wind.

- Or a ghost.

- Hey, check out these paintings.

No skirt, whisker broom, lip luggage?

What's up with all the mustaches?

- Maybe it's one of those new hipster hotels.

- Yeah.

[mouse squeaking]

Eek! A mouse!

- Snack attack!

[mouse screeches]

Oh, hoot.

- Okay, that's it. You know what?

I'm gonna take my chance with the toothy gnomes.

They weren't all so bad.

[both hissing] [yelps]

- Shut the door.

- I remembered wrong.

- So maybe we stay here

with the imaginary ghost that can't fight us?

- Agreed.

- [laughing maniacally]

♪ ♪

- What's so funny? - Hmm?

Oh, it's just an inside joke with myself.

I'm Johnny Connoisseur,

proprietor here at the Haunted Inn.

- I can see right through him.

- His skin is just translucent. It happens to old people.

- You should take an iron supplement.

I just lick an anvil.

- So this place is literally called the Haunted Inn?

- After the owner, Melvin Haunted.

You seem nervous, but I assure you,

you're completely safe here.

[thunder booms]

Pay no attention

to the ominous lightning or my wind-up piano.

It's on the fritz, you see.

[mischievous tune playing] - [yelps]

- ♪ Doodly-doo, doo, doot ♪

- Can I help you, sir?

- Wow, a real, live ghost.

In the flesh. - [gulps]

- Neither alive nor burdened by flesh.

- Do you believe in ghosts now?

He's literally transparent.

- Lots of things are transparent.

Clouds, jellyfish. - Thinly sliced fruit.

- There you go. Hey, Jimmy.

- Johnny. - Whatever.

We were wondering if you had a few rooms open tonight.

- Let's see what I can dig up.

[chuckles]

- [gasps, stammers]

[spooky tune playing]

Brendar!

- Someplace quiet please.

Big day tomorrow, rescuing my brother.

- And I'd like a room with a view.

It's my birthday. - No, it's not.

- Shh. Trying to get a free upgrade.

- Ah. - [blows]

[all coughing]

- Do you have any reservations?

- Yeah, a whole bunch of them,

but we'll stay here anyway.

- I've got dibs on the mantle.

[sighs] This is so relaxing.

- Aww, I wanted the mantle.

- Good news, it looks like we can squeeze you in.

- Brendar, you want to bunk with me?

- No, I'm sorry, but you snore.

- Oh. Stacey?

- No.

- That's a shocker.

Mr. Scrum, would you be my roomie?

- Sorry. I zap in my sleep

and it's even less accurate than when I'm awake.

- Yo, Questors, what's up with this painting?

- Hey. - Oh!

- You're not supposed to touch that.

- Where does it say that?

- Right there.

- I don't really pay attention to signs.

Why do you have an empty painting covered up anyway?

- It's a work in progress,

soon to be my greatest masterpiece entitled,

"Four Questors on a Quest with an Axe...

in Repose."

- [gulps]

- You should workshop that title.

- Now that I hear it out loud, it's--

well, I'm not married to it.

- It's strange though.

There's no one in that painting.

- Quite peculiar, huh?

[laughs, chokes]

Sorry, I was just choking

on one of my own mustache hairs.

- Mr. Connoisseur, can I have one of your rooms

that isn't haunted, please?

- [sighs] I'll show you to one

of our most private rooms, my small friend.

But I would caution you to stay away

from the outhouse

because that place is definitely haunted.

- Gross. - Nasty.

- No, I'm serious.

It's chock-full of unearthly horrors

that will have you jumping out of your--

- Okay, I'm ready to see my room.

- All right.

[foreboding music]

- Who is she?

- She came with the frame.

- Okay, well, thanks so much for the room.

- [shudders] I can take a hint.

- Good night, sleep tight.

Don't let the Beetles of Bagahar bite.

- How about a late night snack?

I know that mouse is around here somewhere.

- I need to sleep.

Sleep keeps a barbarian alert and ready for action.

- Is that why you're always so grumpy?

Not enough night-night?

- Sure.

- I once slept an entire 24 hours.

- Stacey.

- A full day gone in a hoot. - Stacey.

- Can you imagine?

- Stacey, I am currently trying to sleep!

I need you to be quiet.

[sighs]

- But I'm nocturnal. What'd you expect?

Want to build a fort out of blankets?

Mani-pedis? [whispers] Secrets?

- Can you please, please stop talking?

I would very much like to be well-rested.

Big day tomorrow, remember?

- [whispering] Right. Demon Alvin.

Brother Kendar. Got it.

Not a squeak from this beak.

[mouse squeaking]

You're mine, tasty mouse!

- Stacey! [objects clattering]

- You can run but you can't hide, mouse.

- Watch me.

- Sweet pellets.

- That's it!

[sighs, grunts]

I am going to find someplace else to sleep.

[quirky music]

- When the cat's away, the mice can play.

- No way.

- Rats.

- I'm a mouse!

- [whimpering]

- Here. Let me get your luggage.

- What? Whoa!

Wha--

[creepy music]

[whimpers]

- [laughs maniacally]

- Yeah, I'll just hang out here

with this terrifying mustachioed farmer.

[thunder rolls] [whimpers]

One Gothmoria,

two Gothmoria,

three-- [thunder booms]

Oh, it's only two and a half Gothmorias away.

[breathing heavily]

I'm fine. [whimpers]

I am not fine. I'm so scared.

Okay, let me look in my suitcase,

find some stuff to ward off this feeling of impending doom.

Oh, yes, Lutesy Collins. Oh, my lute.

At least I'll make some music and cheer myself up that way.

Ooh, and my poncho from the Swamp of Fear.

[laughs]

Oh, and Clippy and Cloppy.

Okay, I'm gonna be hugging you guys real tight tonight.

Ooh, a magic sock

from Tee Winkle or Wee Tinkle, I don't remember who.

In case of emergency turn sock inside out.

How am I gonna know if it's a real emergency?

- Oh, you'll know.

- [whimpers]

Don't worry.

I'm not here to hurt you. I'm just a mouse.

- Well, I'm terrified. - Well, hi, Terrified.

I'm Ivana.

- Hmm? Hmm.

Hmm...

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

- I will never understand modern art.

- I have quite the collection, don't I?

- Oh. [chuckles] Yes.

- You see, every time someone visits the inn,

they leave me with a portrait before they depart.

[laughs maniacally]

- What do you mean depart?

- In place of the payment for your stay,

I'll be collecting your soul instead.

- My soul? I need that.

- It's too late, wizard. - [whimpers]

- You're going to be stuck here forever!

[laughs maniacally]

♪ ♪

[thunder booming]

- Welcome to the Haunted Inn,

where Questors check in,

but they don't check out.

[laughs maniacally]

[gags]

[coughing]

Oh, mustache hair. [sniffs]

[coughing]

Meh!

- I like to think that that farmer

is watching over me when I sleep protecting me,

but I'm not so sure.

[thunder booms] Ugh.

This place makes me so uncomfortable.

- Well, most of the mattresses are filled with mold.

- It's not just that, though.

I mean, what's with the fact that there are

no other guests staying here?

- It does pick up during gremlin hunting season.

- How long have you lived here?

- Oh, let's see. What day is it?

- Saturday? - Ten years.

- Whoa, I didn't know mice live that long.

You look great, by the way.

- [chuckles] Age is just a number,

but you're right to be scared.

The guests check in, but they never check--

- Under the bed for spiders?

Well, I did and it's all clear.

- [snickering] Missed me.

- No, they never check out.

- [gasps]

- When someone stays here at the Haunted Inn,

they pay with their lives.

- That seems like a total rip-off.

There's not even a pool here.

- Johnny Connoisseur makes

his visitors stay forever. - Wha?

- He's not just an art collector,

he's also a soul collector.

- [gasps]

- Johnny starts by possessing an unwitting guest,

usually one that's as smart as a bag of mulch

or a mattress.

Then he goes from guest to guest,

capturing their souls.

- Dad? What's with the mouth brow?

- Your feathered soul will soon be mine.

- Stop it, Dad, you're scaring me.

- [laughs maniacally]

[thunder rumbles]

- I've always wanted to fly,

and now I will for all eternity.

[laughs maniacally]

This is going to take some practice.

- Then he keeps their souls

trapped forever in the paintings around the Inn.

- What?

You mean that painting of a farmer

is actually a soul?

[gasps] Whomst will tend the crops?

- He's gonna trap your group in a painting.

- The empty one in the lobby.

I knew that landscape

was missing some primary subjects!

- And I wouldn't answer the door if there's a knock.

[knocking at door] [both yelp]

- Evan, I'm sleeping in here.

- Oh, Brendar, is that really you?

- Quit poking me.

I'm not a ghost.

- This place is haunted and Johnny Connoisseur

is an evil spirit who's possessing

the souls of the guests.

- Who told you that?

- Meet my new best friend, Ivana.

- Hi.

- We've met.

- If you guys don't get out of here,

you're gonna be trapped in a painting

for all eternity.

- Huh?

- Okay.

So I'm just gonna find somewhere else to sleep.

Have fun telling your ghost stories.

- Well, she's right.

I am telling ghost stories,

but they're real!

[dramatic organ music]

- [sighs]

I can't believe I'm questing with a bunch

of ghost believers. What's next?

Gothmoria has less than two moons?

[piano plays spooky lullaby]

♪ ♪

- Brendar? - Seriously, Stacey.

Go fly into a tornado.

- Can't, too busy stealing your soul tonight.

[dramatic tune plays]

- What happened?

- We met a ghost.

- And now the ghost wants to meet you, too.

- I don't want to hurt you two.

- Pity, we don't feel the same. Zap!

- [yelps] Ow. [sword clatters]

Horace!

That was uncharacteristically accurate of you.

- Ghost powers. Zap!

- [yelps, groans]

Okay, you asked for it.

Axe, you ready?

- I'm wide awake,

ready to chop some Brendar.

[all chuckling]

all: Come play with us, Brendar.

Play with us.

- You don't want to do this.

- Okay, I really think I should just go out there

and check on everybody to make sure they're safe.

- You're safer in here.

- Wha--

- [panting]

Okay. You were right.

This place is haunted.

- I knew it, and you were all like,

"Oh, have fun telling your ghost stories," but it's real!

Okay, well, you know, time and place for everything.

[firm thunking at door]

- [gasps] - [screams]

- Here's Johnny!

- Evan, hide!

- Oh, uh, how's this?

- No! - Wha--

[whimpers, yelps]

[dramatic music]

[grunts]

Okay, what now?

♪ ♪

- Now we possess you, little troll.

[laughs maniacally]

- [chuckles maniacally]

- [grunts]

- Rats. - Mouse!

- Ivana, we got to get out here.

- You got a plan? - Yes, to get out of here!

[dramatic music]

- [laughs]

- [grunts]

- Huh?

- Run, Evan, run!

- I am!

[grunts]

[whimpers, panting]

Wha--

- Time to stop running, little troll.

- No bridge to hide under. - Oh, no!

- You don't want to possess my soul.

It's too tiny.

It wouldn't even fit you.

- Yes, we do. Zap!

- [grunts, yells]

[groans] Sheesh-kabobs!

That was more powerful than usual.

- Evan, once you're possessed, you'll all be stuck

in that painting forever!

all: [monotonously] Evan.

- Fortunately, my possessed friends

move slowly and dramatically.

- Oh, Evan, this is an emergency.

- Ooh, all I have to do is

turn this sock inside out.

Please work. Please work.

- Evan, they're getting closer!

- There. [gasps]

socks: [chanting] Lost socks, lost socks.

♪ ♪

[socks chanting outside]

- [gasps] So many socks.

socks: We are a cotton collective

woven together by the magic within us.

We are the unraveled army,

lost no longer, working as one.

Whether ribbed, argyle, tube, or crew,

we are unwashable, unbreakable,

and when summoned, unstoppable.

- Holy socks, it worked! [funky music plays]

socks: ♪ Spooky ♪

- ♪ Oh, oh, oh ♪ - ♪ Sockies ♪

- ♪ What a fright ♪ - ♪ Spooky sockies ♪

- ♪ Don't you get cold feet tonight ♪

♪ In the dark of night ♪

♪ Or in the light of day ♪

♪ Great things are afoot, yeah ♪

♪ When we come your way ♪

♪ Don't be afraid, go ahead and dip your toes in ♪

- ♪ Foot goes in ♪

- ♪ When one sock gets stolen ♪

♪ The other sock gets chosen ♪

♪ Unravel, spooky ♪

♪ Stolen, but it ain't no dramatic thing ♪

♪ Unravel ♪

- No, no, back.

socks: ♪ We'll stick to you like static cling ♪

♪ Who's got you like a sock has fuzz? ♪

♪ The Unraveled Army does ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Magic can chase ghosts away ♪

♪ Though some don't put any stock in it ♪

♪ And then when they run their mouth ♪

♪ Just tell them to put a sock in it ♪

- ♪ One sock can save the day ♪

♪ No matter where you've traveled ♪

♪ Just turn it inside out ♪

♪ And summon the Unraveled ♪

[percussive beat]

♪ ♪

♪ Unraveled ♪ - ♪ Spooky ♪

- No! Ugh!

- ♪ Unraveled ♪

- Oh, no. Stop, socks!

- [vocalizing] ♪ Unraveled ♪

socks: ♪ We don't match, but we got that swing ♪

all: ♪ Unraveled ♪ - ♪ Yeah ♪

socks: ♪ We bring the magic when we sing ♪

all: ♪ Who's got you like a sock has fuzz? ♪

♪ The Unraveled Army does ♪

[musical flourish]

- Oh, you guys are all better. No more mustaches.

- Darn it!

[groans]

I hate the smell of defeat.

Don't think you've actually won.

- I ain't afraid of no ghost.

- I will follow you wherever you go

and possess you no matter what! [laughs maniacally]

- I'm too tired for this.

- Oh, no.

[blower whooshing]

- You're blowing my mind!

[dramatic music]

[all cheering]

[downbeat piano tune plays]

- We defeated Jimmy.

- Johnny. - Whatever.

- Yeah, but we couldn't have done it without the help

of the Army of the Unraveled.

- [whistles]

- Bye. - Bye, Evan.

socks: [overlapping chatter]

- This house is clean.

- Who are you?

- Just another lost sock.

- Thank you so much for helping save me and my friends.

- Carla?

[romantic music]

- Jackson? [gasps]

- My love!

- My Jackson.

- We're finally reunited.

- Forever a pair, never to be alone again.

- Aww.

[angelic music]

- Oh, wow.

♪ ♪

- Take me with you!

- It's beautiful.

- Almost worth being trapped in a painting for eternity.

- [chuckles]

- Georgette, is that you?

- No!

For the 18,000th time,

my name is Janet.

- Sorry.

- Ugh, crew socks are the worst.

- Bye. See you. - Thank you, socks.

- Thank you.

I am so glad to have you all back to normal.

- Yeah. Kind of miss the mustache, though.

- Same.

- Who was right about ghosts?

- You were. - Yeah, me.

Who was wrong about ghosts?

- I was. - So I was...

- Right. - And you were...

- Wrong. - Yeah.

- What's your point? - There isn't one.

I just wanted to reiterate.

- I'm taking your room. - What?

- I'm sleeping in the kitchen with the cutlery.

- I'm going to the haunted outhouse.

- Have fun, Dad.

- ♪ Who's got you like sock has fuzz? ♪

♪ The Unraveled Army does ♪

Whoo!

- Good night!

Sweet dreams!

[dramatic organ music]

[laughing maniacally]

[gags]

[coughing]

Oh, mustache hair.

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