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(cackling)

? 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 ?

? 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 ?

? We're never Gonna be apart ?

? Is there a way To hit "restart"? ?

- Nope! - ? We're the Ghost ?

? Ghost and Molly McGee ?

- That's me. - Well, let's see.

? The Ghost and Molly McGee ?

So, did you love it or did you hate it? Or--

Oh, no. Don't tell me you were indifferent.

Libby, I loved it!

I thought for sure the Chimera Queen

was going to torch the entire city,

but then ah, ah, ah.

You zagged, and she became the benevolent leader

you'd always built her up to be.

You have a way with words.

Yeah? Prove it.

What's a six-letter word for someone bringing news.

Starts with an H.

- Herald-- - MAIL CARRIER: Mail call.

Let's see here, Slam Poetry Quarterly,

a bunch of bills,

and a package.

Oh. Uh...

"Here's hoppin' you have a great bat mitzvah."

What? Bat mitzvah? Your bat mitzvah was months ago.

And everyone knows your signature animal is the turtle.

Whoever sent this doesn't know you at...

- It's from my dad! - ...all right.

That is such a nice, thoughtful gift, then.

You know, I've never heard you talk about your dad before.

Which you totally don't have to if you don't want to.

But if you do, I am all ears.

Well, he'd love to be around more,

but he's busy traveling the world

so he can write the next great American novel.

Oh. He's a writer. Oh, just like you.

Yup. He's been working on his book for years, and...

(gasps)

Oh! He's finally finished!

Mom, Mom, Mom, Mom!

Dad's gonna be at the Buncha Books in Knotsworthy

this weekend promoting his book.

He finished?

Yes! And he wants me to come see him.

I don't know, turtledove.

Knotsworthy's pretty far.

It's only two states away.

And I haven't seen him in six years.

You know I can't resist a road trip with my favorite girl.

Yay!

Now that Dad's not so focused on his book,

our story can finally begin.

I bet that's why he wants to see me,

so we can start making up for lost time.

Oh, but my turtles.

Someone needs to take care of them while--

Oh! Stop right there.

Scratch and I got you covered.

Like a shell.

- It's not a joke, Molly. - You just don't get it.

Just because you say it like a joke

doesn't mean it's a joke.

Can't have a successful road trip without road snacks.

Hey, Libby, look.

I "mustache" you to eat me.

(giggles)

Oh, while we're here,

we should get snacks for Dad too.

Hmm, does he like sweet or salty?

I'll get both.

(gasps) Mom!

We need to get these!

And, ooh,

we should get this sled while it's on sale.

Dad might want to take me sledding,

just like when I was little.

Let's not get ahead of ourselves.

We'll stick to the snacks for now.

(whispers) We'll be back for you.

Don't worry.

MOLLY: Shoshana, Santiago,

and we've got Simon,

who loves to climb.

(laughs) Yeah, you do, buddy.

Okay, so they've got food and water,

some heat lamps, and my ever-watchful eye.

All is good.

(blows raspberry)

(whistles)

Do they seem bored to you?

I mean, they're turtles.

Boredom's their natural state.

Now let's get to the good stuff. Help me with this crossword.

It's a six-letter word for excessive confidence

leading to one's downfall.

Oh, no, no, no, no.

Molly McGee always goes above and beyond.

I'm gonna make a bigger and better turtle playground.

The biggest and best turtle playground that's ever existed!

"Hubris." Thank you.

I am going to create a turtle-topia!

- Looks great, Mol. - It does.

But Turtletopia needs one final touch.

(gasps) A water feature.

Keep an eye on the turtles, Scratch.

Uh, I can handle that.

Now, seven across.

A ten-letter word for hint of a coming disaster?

(laughs)

"Foreshadow."

(gasps) Where are the turtles?

What? How'd they get away so-- I looked away for one second.

Oh, Scratch, we have to find them.

They're Libby's number two through five best friends.

- Maybe not anymore. - Scratch!

LEAH: Okay, and "S" is for...

"sparrows swaying in the sky."

Now you've got "T."

Libby? Libby, it's your turn.

- Huh? - T.

Oh, sorry, Mom. I can't concentrate.

I keep thinking about Dad.

It's been so long since I've seen him.

Tell me about everything about him.

Well, when we met in college,

he was handsome, charming,

played the bandonion like a bandit.

Ah, that's all surface, Mom.

Give me the good stuff. You know, like...

Are his jokes the right mix of embarrassing and funny?

Is he an extroverted introvert or an introverted extrovert?

Do his hugs feel like home?

Okay, tire changed. Let's go.

Mom, you're being weird.

Well, your father is many things.

Some good, some bad.

But the most important thing is

that he gave me the greatest miracle of my life.

- Me. - That's right.

It's you!

- Mwah, mwah, mwah! - (laughs)

- Mom! - Ooh!

- (cell phone ringing) - Oh, what's that?

I think the road calling.

(chuckles) It's not the road, Mom.

It's Molly.

- (beeps) - Libby!

Libby, uh, quick Q about the turtles.

Oh, Molly, don't worry.

I know you're going above and beyond to take care of them.

Let me talk to Simon.

(groans)

(whispers) Scratch, pretend to be Simon.

SCRATCH: I don't know what a turtle sounds like.

- You do it. - What? I don't--

You know I can't do animal noises.

(mumbles)

- (smacking lips) - Simon? Are you okay?

He's probably just tired from all the fun we're having.

Okay, bye!

Whew! Who knew I was so good at turtle noises?

Listen, Libby, I think there are some things

we should talk about now that we're almost there.

(gasps) We're almost there?

I'm so excited.

Like a thousand butterflies are erupting in my stomach.

Dad and I are finally going to be together.

? Me and my dad ?

? We'll spend every day ?

? Making up for the Time lost ?

? When he was away ?

? We'll play complicated Board games ?

? And then crochet ?

? We'll make plaid ?

? Just me and my dad ?

? We'll pack a picnic ?

? And ride our bikes ?

? He'll insist on playing The bongos ?

? At my open mics ?

? He'll cheer encouraging words After all my strikes, like... ?

It's okay, Lib. Shake it off.

? And my mom will think... ?

He's really changed.

? Every birthday cake ?

? Will taste a Little sweeter ?

? The menorah Will burn brighter ?

? With him there ?

? He'll help to make My writing better ?

? We'll workshop everything Together ?

? We'll be the world's Best-selling ?

? Father/daughter Author pair ?

? Me and my dad ?

? We've been apart For so long ?

? I was scared He didn't care about me ?

? Scared he was gone ?

? But now he's coming back ?

? And I'm singing A happy song ?

? I'm not sad ?

? 'Cause at last It's me and my dad ?

? Ooh-ooh ?

Oh, uh, what were you gonna say, Mom?

I didn't realize how much this meant to you.

Yeah, I guess I didn't either.

I love seeing you so excited,

but just be careful with your expectations, okay?

I found Simon!

Scratch, that's a stuffed animal.

You sure? It's got the same lifeless eyes.

- (groans) - Staring straight into my soul.

I've failed my best friend.

Come on, all we need's a little eight-letter word

starting with G that means can-do attitude?

Right. "Gumption!"

And I've got a gump-ton of gumption.

- Yup, that worked. - Scratch, we've got work to do.

Okay, Shoshana, come and get it.

(bowl clatters)

(grunting)

Okay, nice and toasty, just the way Santiago likes it.

- (dance music plays) - SCRATCH: I still don't see

how a turtle likes a specific genre of music.

? When you least expect it ?

Uh, I don't see him. Are we late?

I knew we shouldn't have stopped for that extra bathroom break.

I could have held it!

I'm sure he'll be here any minute.

Come on, Matias. Don't do this.

- Not today. - (Libby gasps)

There he is! That's him!

Okay, kiddo. I'll be right here.

Dad! Hey!

(both laugh)

Oh, you can't be Libby!

She's only about yea high.

You, you're practically a young woman.

Yeah, well, I have been bat mitzvah'd.

(inhales and exhales sharply)

You've raised a strong woman, Leah.

She can handle whatever happens.

So, um, congrats on finishing your book.

Oh, thanks.

Signed a copy for my favorite gal.

"Keep reading, keep dreaming"?

Um, I've got a book for you too.

I don't know if you remember, I write also.

I mean, I mentioned it in a few, or some,

or, well, all of my letters.

Oh, trying to follow in your dad's footsteps, huh?

- (camera shutters click) - Uh, yeah.

So, umm, now that you're done with your book,

we can finally spend some real time together.

What are we gonna do first?

There's a sled with your name on it.

Oh, kiddo.

You know I'd love to,

but the publisher is super excited about the book.

We are thinking it's gonna be a trilogy!

So, I'm gonna be busy for a while.

You know, we have to work on developing a direction

for the series,

and then I have to travel for research again,

and I have to worry about tours, and signings,

- and maybe some spin-offs... - Oh.

You okay, turtledove?

Chasing Miracles.

Ha! He's a fool.

He's been out there chasing miracles,

but he can't even see that he had the greatest one of all

right in front of him.

You.

(sniffles) Mom?

Thanks for always being here.

And now...

I "mustache" you to give me a hug.

Oh!

Good.

(sniffles)

Come on, come on! Where are you, Simon?

- (car door closes) - (gasps) Libby's back!

Hey, Libby.

I have to tell you something. I...

(groans)

Aah! Holy!

Man, that turtle is a great climber.

...uh, and that thing is...

Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow!

Um...

that everything went great.

- Thanks, Molly. - Bye.

Whew!

She totally bought it.

So how did it go?

Oh, Molly totally lost them

and found them at the very last minute.

? The Ghost and Molly McGee ?

Less than one percent of plastic bags get recycled.

The rest end up at landfills or as litter.

So a plastic bag ban is what's best for Brighton.

We need to be part of the solution,

not the pollution.

(Mayor Brunson laughs)

Oh, you got to see this, Goldie.

? I'm just a regular... ?

(blows raspberry)

Goldfish ClickClock is on fire.

Do you need to see more charts? - I've got pie, scatter, bubble.

Nah, I got the gist.

This fish is line dancing. (laughing)

Sign here. Stamp here.

Carve the ancient rune of ghostly terror here.

This chairman thing is so annoying.

It's like a full-time job.

Yes, that is precisely what it is.

Now the next item on our list is a biggie.

The Frightmares frightened the bouncer

and caused quite the mess.

They put the "rage" in "rager."

Is this a chairman job?

Kind of screams "underlings" to me, you know?

But you're the one who released--

Released the Frightmares

from the Flow of Failed Phantoms.

I know.

PETE: Refresh. Refresh. Come on!

- Is this broken? - Dad?

What's wrong?

I just can't get through to the people

about this plastic bag ban in Brighton.

So I decided to drum up support on the Internet.

But my slideshow's not getting views there either.

Is that three hours long?

I added star wipes, Molly. What more do people need?

Okay, Dad, I have an idea.

Molly, what does this have to do with reducing plastic bag use?

Informational dances on ClickClock

are the way to the public's heart.

(inhales sharply)

Okay. For Brighton.

(dance music plays)

Brightonians use about 1 million plastic bags a year.

Plastic bags can take a thousand years to decompose.

Meanwhile, they fill our landfills

and pollute our rivers.

So do the plastic bag boogie.

And post.

Whoa.

(gasps) I'm getting hearts.

I've never gotten those before.

It feels good.

It feels powerful.

PETE: Do the plastic bag boogie...

Yes, plastic bags are a menace.

(gasps) The perfect mix of goofy and sincere.

Sorry, kids, I've found a real dancer.

Sashay away.

MAYOR BRUNSON: Ooh!

According to this informational dance video,

these plastic bags are a problem.

We should ban them. All in favor?

(all cheer)

I can't believe it, my dancing really reached people.

See? You just needed to give your message a little zazz.

You're so right. But why stop here?

I like where your head's at.

We could make more videos for other important issues.

And become an unstoppable force for good.

(both cackle evilly)

(thunder crashing)

I don't know why we're evil-laughing.

- This is a good thing. - I know.

It's just kind of fun.

(cackling continuous)

Don't mind me, just popped in for a light snack

before I get back to work and--

- (dance music playing) - What is going on here?

By day, I'm a mere city planner.

But by later in the day, I am Dance Dad.

Text will go here later, so it won't look dumb.

Uh, it looks pretty dumb.

You don't get it, my dear Scratch.

People will do anything if you make it into a dance.

(whispers) Anything.

What?

Hmm.

Geoff, I've got a super-cool new dance to show you.

It's called, um...

It is called the...

Uh, shimmy 'n' sweep.

It's totally not related to my chairman duties at all.

Watch out. Give me room.

? A shimmy and a sweep ?

? A shim and sweep ?

? A shimmy, a sweepy ?

? A shimmy and a sweep-a ?

Pretty cool, huh?

Hmm, that does look fun.

May I try?

You bet your buttocks you can, because it is so much fun.

? Shimmy and a sweep Shimmy and sweep ?

? Shimmy and sweep Something unique ?

? Shimmy and sweep ?

? I got something unique ?

- (laughs) - Hey.

Why are you standing around? Is this is staring contest?

Come on. Grab a broom, man.

Go have some fun.

(laughs) I can't even say...

They're doing my work for me!

(laughing)

(funky music plays)

- ? Move ? - ? Move ?

- ? Dance to the groove ? - ? Groove ?

- ? Just do what I do ? - ? Do ?

- ? Dance with me ? - ? Here we go ?

? Get low, get low ?

? Pick up any trash On the floor ?

? Put it into the bin Where it goes ?

? Compost heap If it'll decompose ?

? You got to work it Work it, do your part ?

? Gather scattered Shopping carts ?

? Scoop the poop At the doggy park ?

? Hey, make sure You smash that heart ?

- ? Get a broom and sweep ? - ? Sweep ?

- ? Get the dust in a heap ? - ? Heap ?

- ? Gonna turn you to sheep ? - ? Sheep ?

? Then step out the back And sleep ?

? Dance is trending Nationwide ?

? Growing sense Of civic pride ?

? Scraping gum wads Off the slide ?

? While you do it with me Side by side ?

- ? Dance ? - ? Dance ?

- ? Watering the plants ? - ? Plants ?

? Now do the rubber stamp ?

- ? Come dance with me ? - ? Come dance with me ?

- ? Do it with me now ? - ? Dance ?

- ? Got you in a trance ? - ? Sequin pants ?

? Now we're putting in a ramp ?

? Wheelchair ramp Dance with me ?

? Hearts, hearts, hearts ?

? I can feel it In my things ?

? I'm going off the rings ?

? About to go legit insane With another costume change ?

? Dance with me Dance with me ?

? Dance with me Dance with me, dance with me ?

? Dance with me Dance with me ?

Can you make that text smaller?

It's blocking my high kick.

Smaller. Smaller. Smaller.

Smaller. A little smaller.

A little smaller. A little smaller.

Smaller...

There we go. A little smaller.

Perfect.

Uh, you can't even read it.

Molly, as the influencer in this conversation,

I think I know what people want:

Dance Dad.

That's exactly right, DD.

Who are you? And who's DD?

DD is Dance Dad, and I'm JR, the new choreographer.

Keep up, um...

I do not know your name.

He's intense,

but he's really gonna take me to that next level.

JR: Less talk and more ClickClock.

And a-one, and a-two, and a-noodle arms.

Pete, that's stiff uncooked pasta.

There you go. You're doing it.

It's for the fans, Molly. I'm en-happifying them.

Oh! Feel it.

Living the life. Living the life.

Living the life. Work it, work it. Feel it.

Whoo! I'm glad JR taught me these moves.

Who knew my lanky limbs would pay off?

Right. But, uh, Dad, about that...

Yo, Pete, I'm feeling those Dance Dad vibes.

When are you gonna come for root beer and karaoke?

You know how it is, Rubes. Dance waits for no man.

Yeah, okay, what I was trying to say

was that you've been acting...

Fawndreas! Look who I ran into.

It's Dance Dad!

(camera shutters clicking)

Thanks for the cameo, Mr. McGee.

You are hashtag "trending."

Did you hear that? I'm trending.

I really think you may have lost sight of why we started this--

Pete McGee.

Just the man I was looking for.

Patty, you don't have to ask.

- (camera shutters click) - Anything for a fan.

I didn't want a selfie.

I wanted to complain about this crack in the sidewalk!

I'm sure Dad will get to it soon.

Molly, you won't believe who just duetted me on ClickClock.

Kenny Star.

JR, we got to work on a new dance

to reply to Kenny Star.

JR: Already on it.

Lift those knees and shimmy those shoulders.

Shimmy the life off those shoulders.

How can you call that a shimmy?

Come on. This is for Kenny Star.

Pete, get back here!

- Aah! - (gasps)

Oh, my corn! Patty, are you okay?

Somebody's got to do something about this dang crack.

You're right. Somebody's got to do something.

And I know just the somebody.

It's... it's me.

Just to be clear.

I got that.

What gives?

Why aren't any of you working...

on your moves?

Don't you want to do the paperwork shuffle?

Ugh, that dance is deader than I am.

We crave fresh content.

Like that.

- ALL: Ooh! - Wait. How about...

(dance music playing)

Whoa!

Ah! Uh-oh.

- Oh! - Sweet jazz hands!

What is this? A surprise party?

Hold on, let's run it back.

I'll jump in, surprise,

and then turn that into a jumping dance.

Okay, reset.

It's not a surprise party, Dad.

It's an intervention.

Mm, I think the fans'll like a surprise party better.

Pete, have a seat.

(clears throat)

Dad, you got on ClickClock

to en-happify Brighton-- Hey!

Hmm? Sorry, didn't catch that.

Anyone ever tell you to add a little zazz to your speeches?

(all sigh)

We thought this might happen.

Darryl, execute Plan B.

Ooh!

Someone duetted with me again.

We thought this might be the only way

to get your attention.

You can't let Brighton down

because of a taste of ClickClock fame, Pete.

Besides, I'm the agent of chaos in this family, not you.

I never thought I'd say this,

but maybe I should pay more attention

to your boring presentations.

I'm really bummed you've been too busy

to make root beer with me.

I miss the old Pete.

Stop this silliness and fix the sidewalk already.

Psst, Molly said you were supposed to dance.

Ugh!

(grunting)

And you owe me a new walker.

Wow, this is a great medium for reaching people.

(sighs)

Molly, I think you should have my user name and password.

I clearly can't be trusted with such power.

JR, it's over.

Ugh! Fine.

Patty's got moves. She's a real star.

I've forgotten about you already.

Who knew dance

could be such a powerful tool for good...

or for destruction?

The power of dance.

? Shimmy and sweep ?

? A shimmy and sweep ?

Hey, you know what? At least it's fun.

? The Ghost and Molly McGee ?

(closing theme playing)

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