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(laughing maniacally)

- ? I can't believe you're all mine ? - Uh, what?

- ? You and me for all time ? - Ugh!

? I'm never, ever, ever gonna be alone again! ?

Oh, boy!

- ? The dream team, you and me ? - For all eternity?

- ? For all eternity! ? - (yells)

BOTH: ? It's the ghost, it's the ghost ?

? And Molly McGee ?

? I've been cursed, it's the worst! ?

MOLLY: ? Now you're stuck with me! ?

BOTH: ? We're never gonna be apart ?

? Is there a way to hit restart? ?

- Nope! - BOTH: ? We're the ghost ?

? Ghost and Molly McGee ?

- That's me! - Well, that's she.

BOTH: ? The Ghost and Molly McGee! ?

(whimsical music playing)

Thanks for helping me set up my art space, Molly.

I can already tell you're gonna be one of the greats.

MOLLY: Monet, Da Vinci, and...

- Ooh. Oh! - ...Sharon.

And I can use this canvas your Grandma Nin gave me for my birthday.

Aw, look, she left me a note.

Probably some words of encouragement.

SHARON: "Hurry up and paint something."

Or... that.

Being a mom is a full-time job.

- Plus, I've been Gig-Pigging... - (horse neighs)

...and volunteering at the nursing home,

picking up Darryl from his many, many... many detentions.

But... today, your only job is "artiste". No distractions.

(Scratch chomps, munching)

Scratch! Those are for painting!

Oh, so when you don't want produce to go to waste, you're a hero,

but when I want to eat it, I'm the bad guy?

(screams)

Bye.

Well, nothing left to do but start.

(sniffs)

Ah, smell that fresh canvas.

High quality.

But that's a good thing, right?

A beautiful blank slate, ready to become whatever I want.

The only limit is my artistic vision.

Okay, Sharon, make some magic.

Hmm... No.

Maybe...

Ah! Got it.

Ooh, really?

You're gonna paint there?

- (rumbles) - (gasps)

Ooh!

What happened here?

Scratch and I are helping Darryl with his homework.

My Old Faithful diorama wasn't gonna erupt itself.

I know the ectoplasm isn't scientifically accurate,

but we're going for a wow factor.

(sighs) Look at this mess.

I've got to clean this up before the stains set in.

What? No, no, no! No way!

- MOLLY: Unhand that mop. - (squelches in distance)

This is your special art day.

I... I... I will take care of it.

Are you sure?

Absolutely. We have everything under control.

Can't wait to see your masterpiece. Bye!

(yelps, grunts)

MOLLY: Totally under control.

Scratch.

Do you not remember me saying

"no distractions," like, two minutes ago?

It rings a faint bell.

We need to let Mom focus, okay?

She does so much for us around here.

She deserves one day for herself.

Once again, your youthful na�vet� betrays you, Moll.

She doesn't need focus. She needs inspiration.

A muse.

I mean, come on.

I'm practically a work of art as is.

- MOLLY: Oh, no, you don't! - (Scratch grunts)

(suspenseful music playing)

It's okay, Sharon. Paint on me. Go ahead.

You're right, canvas.

Just got to get started.

Here we go.

Look, I don't want to tell you how to do your job.

I'm not an artist.

But... this seems like an uninspired start.

But what do I know?

I'm just a really expensive canvas.

Don't listen to me. Do your thing.

You cannot deprive the world of this face, Molly.

It'd be cruel.

I am not letting you distract Mom!

Too late. Toodles.

- (whimpers) - Actually, are we sure about the whole

"bowl of fruit" thing?

Do you think it's worthy of hanging in the Louvre?

At The Getty? Or even the Brighton First Savings Bank lobby?

Because it's not.

Paint me like one of your French ghouls.

(yelps) Scratch!

Uh, how long have you been there?

Long enough to hear you talking to yourself.

- Wait, you heard... - Oh, you haven't started yet?

Good. I'm here to help.

What you need, Sharon, is a muse.

Do I amuse you?

MOLLY: Scratch!

Go! March now! Whoa!

Mom, I am so sorry for another distraction.

The only distraction, Molly, is you.

I'm providing a valuable service.

And... for free, I might add. (groans)

Maybe I should just try again some other day.

No, no, no, no, no. No!

I promised you'd have one full day of art-ing, and that is

a Molly McGee Guarantee.

- This is the last distraction... - (Scratch grunting)

...you'll get from us. Right, Scratch?

Give me a chance!

What do you want? Impressionism?

Cubism? Melting clocks?

It tickles a little bit, but I'll do it for you, Sharon!

SCRATCH: You need me!

Great. Just you and me.

What are you waiting for, Sharon?

You're a painter, aren't you?

Yes. Exactly. I'm a painter.

- Then why am I still blank? - (ominous music playing)

(in altered voice) You're not afraid to paint, are you?

No, but...

You know what? I just remembered.

I have to pay the electricity bill.

Can't paint in the dark, now, can I?

- DARRYL: I don't think so. - (groaning)

Don't worry, Mom. I got the whole family on distraction duty.

No one goes in... or out.

We're all here to support you, honey.

You deserve it.

(whispers) Target her midriff.

(Sharon grunting)

Cease fire.

You're all very... thoughtful.

Wow.

So there's really nothing left for me to do but paint, huh?

- Isn't that what you wanted? - Yep, it sure was.

Is! Is!

Great. So get back down there and paint.

We can't wait to see the results of your artistic genius.

(door closes)

(upbeat music playing)

? You're not gonna clean your gutters ?

-? Not today ? - (yelps)

? You're not gonna fold that laundry ?

? Or help in any way ?

? You're just gonna let your family ?

? Make your dreams come true ?

? Today ?

? It's just your masterpiece and you ?

(spooky stinger)

? You can't do the dishes ?

? You can't sweep the halls ?

? Even your own mother ?

? Will be screening all your calls ?

-? You won't need a snack break ? - (stomach growls)

? 'Cause they're gonna bring you food ?

Ah, ah, ah. I wouldn't do that if I were you.

? You're not gonna run your errands ?

? Nor dust that shelf ?

? You're not gonna drive karate carpool ?

? Darryl's doing that himself ?

PETE: Wait, wait, wait, wait!

? Get a little bit of me time ?

? It's so overdue ?

-? Today ? - Ooh!

? It's just your masterpiece and you ?

No more distractions left.

(exhales deeply)

I can do this.

- CANVAS: Who are you kidding? - (ominous music playing)

You had a whole day to paint me,

but I'm still a blank white canvas.

My fine bristles haven't even grazed the canvas.

- You've done nothing. - PAINT: That's not true.

She's made some very questionable color choices.

Who mixes paints to make taupe on purpose?

Did you lose your spark?

PAINT: Did she ever even have it?

- PAINTBRUSH: Put me back in my case. - PAINT: You don't deserve me.

Hey, we did it.

Got that stubborn ketchup stain out of the tablecloth.

Did a deep clean of the baseboards,

and we tightened all the knobs on the kitchen drawers.

Nothing can pull Mom away from the art now.

I cannot believe you wouldn't unleash my raw creative prowess as a muse.

- Oh, boy. - You got Fort Knox in front of you...

- Mm-hm. - ...and you're picking up pennies out

- on the sidewalk. I'm gold, baby! Gold! - Sure, yeah. Yeah.

- Yeah, you're gold, all right. - (door closes)

- What was that? - (grunts softly)

- Mom? - (seat belt clicking)

Uh, where are you going?

I've... got an emergency Gig-Pig job, and I need the money to buy more paint.

Anyway, gotta go. Bye!

- (tires screech) - (engine revs)

I don't know, Scratch.

Something weird is going on here.

It's almost like...

she doesn't want to paint...

- me. - What?

- (paper bag rustles) - (Sharon sighs)

You won't judge me, will you?

SHARON (in deep voice): Heck, no. I'm on your side, Sharon.

Devour me, guilt-free.

- Mother! - (in normal voice) Molly!

- What are you doing? - Did that come with fries?

- Uh, I can explain. - (squeaking)

- I thought you were on a job. - (Scratch grunting)

This is my job.

I'm on my lunch break,

which I'm taking before the job...

which doesn't make sense.

Would you believe I'm taste testing

the new Slammin' Spice-tacular burger?

(munching) Mmm-mmm. Hmm!

Notes of... beef.

We're still waiting to hear about those fries.

- (Sharon grunting) - Stop! We're trying to...

(grunts) ...support you!

Don't leave me alone with that... thing!

But... art is your passion, Mom.

Why would you not want to paint?

You don't understand.

I've been trying to paint all day, and...

Well, just see for yourself.

- (both gasp) - Mom!

What happened to the masterpiece you've been working on all day?

You don't see it?

Clearly, she's using negative space

to represent the vast nothingness that is...

Ah. Sharon, I tried, but I can't sell it.

Sorry. What is this?

(sighs)

I've been too scared to start.

- Scared? - I've always had excuses

why my art didn't work out.

School, babies, moving, work.

But now that I'm finally free to pursue my passion...

What if I'm just not good enough?

Mom, I'm gonna give you the kind of advice

that you usually give me.

Your art doesn't have to be perfect.

It's an expression of how you feel.

And sometimes, feelings are messy.

Oh!

I'll be proud of you no matter how messy it gets.

Oh. Since when did you

- start mom-ing me, huh? - I learned from the best.

Yes, yes, we're all very moved.

Now, I've got a really good pose for you that I totally came up with myself.

Hmm. What am I thinking about?

Scratch, you sat in paint!

Oh! Oh! Get it off!

- Oh! - Hold still, will you?

I'm trying to help...

(squelches)

(gasps) Oh, no!

Mom's canvas!

- (gasps) - Oh, my corn, I'm so sorry!

I'm so sorry, Mama!

- Now we've ruined your art day! - I can't help it

that I've got a booty that won't quit.

Huh. Now that it's got some paint on it,

it's a lot less intimidating.

Actually, it looks kind of... good?

- (inspiring music playing) - (paint squelching)

Mom, you're doing it!

Yes. I'm in the zone.

(chuckles)

Now, stop distracting me. Out.

See? I am a muse.

Your butt was the muse.

My butt is me. I am taking the win.

SCRATCH AND MOLLY: ? The Ghost and Molly McGee ?

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