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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

- [school bell ringing] - [children laughing]

[Pham] All right, settle down.

I have an important announcement.

Due to district mandates,

it's that time of year again.

Our class is putting on an original play.

[excited chatter]

This year's show was written

by our very own Libby Stein-Torres.

Whoo! That's my best friend!

Okay, keep it to a dull roar, please.

[quietly] Whoo. That's my best friend.

I can't believe my script

"Lunar Lemmings: An Intergalactic Love Story"

got chosen.

I may have greased some palms.

What the-- Did you put grease on me?

Can Libby write the play?

I don't think you were supposed to literally grease anything.

What's done is done.

Oops.

We'll need actors, set design, costumes.

Molly, it's your problem now.

- You're stage manager. - [gasps] Yes!

My management style is work hard, play hard.

[laughs]

You get it? Because we're doing a play.

Yeah, I'm a fun boss.

[boisterous shouting]

Molly, my romantic space opera extravaganza

won't be produced if no one is working.

I mean, look, Georgie's not even trying

to build the papier-mâché lemming astronaut costume.

I love your positivity, but you're the stage manager.

Manage your stage!

Right. Manage the stage.

Hey, everyone.

I see that you are having fun,

which I love.

But you know what else is fun?

Everyone pulling their weight to make this play a success.

- Ow! - [all laugh]

- Ah! - Don't mind me.

I just came to find something to wipe my hands with.

[grunts]

[all gasp]

Ooh, boy.

These reports really soak up the grease.

We've had just about enough, Scratch.

Hear, hear. You may be the Chairman,

but we do all the work.

I say we strike until we get some real respect around here.

Well put.

[all] Strike! Strike! Strike!

Yeah, yeah. All right, fine.

Think I need you? I can do this job myself.

How hard can it be?

[explosion]

Whoa! Oof!

Death Valley just exploded! Who stamped the wrong scroll?

Uh...

whoops.

Libby's play might get canceled

because I can't tell everyone to stop goofing off.

I'm an encourager not a discourager, Scratch.

You think you got it bad?

The Ghost Council went on strike

because I don't appreciate them.

Mushy gushy positivity is your thing, not mine.

[gasps] Scratch!

Maybe we can help each other

with a good, old-fashion body swap?

Everyone knows that that can only end

in complete success for both of us.

I get to yell at kids while you get all gushy

with the Ghost Council.

I love it.

Life is but an endless loop of nothingness.

[in Scratch's voice] En-happify. Molly McGee Guarantee.

Baby corn, for some reason.

What do you think?

- Well, I'm convinced. - Your turn.

[in Molly's voice] I'm grumpy. Give me tacos. I need a nap.

Passable, if a bit reductive. But whatever.

Go out there and fix my problems.

[ghosts] Two, four, six, eight.

- Who does Scratch appreciate? - Not us.

[in Molly's voice] My go-getting Ghost Council.

There you are. Love you ghouls.

Uh, Scratch?

Look, your Chairman took your words to heart,

and I'm ready to show you just how much you mean to Scratch--

Who is me Talking in the third person.

Because I am Scratch.

Hmm.

[in Scratch's voice] Zippy-doo.

Greetings, fellow kids. It's me, Molly McGee.

Unicorns. Rainbows.

Close-up magic sits on a throne of lies.

[chuckles]

Now, let's get to the fun stuff.

[rock music playing]

- [all gasp] - Attention, lazy slugs.

I better see some sets going up, or I'm bringing the hammer down.

- On you! - [all scream]

[snickering]

You think that's funny, Chuckles?

Your acting is the real joke.

Now get back out there

and deliver those lines like your life depends on it!

Because it just might.

Move! Chop, chop!

I hope Molly's doing as well as I am.

[laughs]

[Molly] You guys'll love these.

Four churros, please.

You got it, Mr. Chairman, sir.

Here you go. Chomp into a churro

and feel all your problems melt away.

That seems unlikely.

Ooh, I'm mistaken. All is forgiven.

How delightfully sordid.

Devilishly delicious.

I cannot be bought with fried, sugared dough.

Aw, come on, Bart.

It's gonna turn that frown upside down.

No touching! No touching!

My bad. Sorry.

This is no way to make me feel appreciated.

I'm gonna crack you, Bart. Crack you like an egg.

Mm, these are really good.

[power tools whirring]

La, la, la, la... - Hmm.

That's what I like to see.

Good job, Scratch.

You did this. Hold for applause.

[chuckles]

Hey, Georgie, you think you get to slack off

while everyone else busts their humps?

I better see some plaster happening,

or you're gonna end up in plaster.

Like... Like a cast?

Casts are made of plaster?

I'll crack you, Georgie. Crack you like an egg.

With a glass of OJ too.

Side of toast. Mm.

Sourdough. [chuckles]

[Molly] I got to find something to get through to Bart.

Oh, hey.

- Hey! - Didn't expect to see you here.

How's everything going with the Ghost Council?

Oh, great. Great, yeah.

Everyone's really responding to my positivity.

All of them. Just came for more star stickers

because everyone's doing so great.

- How's the play? - Also great.

Everyone's working hard, really respecting my authority.

I just came to get this bullhorn.

Because, you know, nothing says authority like--

Cleanup on aisle 12! You know what I mean?

Well, it sounds like we're both doing a great job.

Mm-hmm. Yup.

- Yup. - Yup.

- So, great. - Okay.

- Great. - Going back out now.

Okay, cool. Awesome.

Mm-hmm. Great.

They're not doing great That was a lie

They've both got a holdout Who will not comply

That's why we're here

The purpose of this montage Is clear

They're doubling down ♪ Riding 'em hard

Breaking their will With an appreciative card

She's carrot, he's stick

Neither approach Is really working

But they're not gonna quit

Crackin' eggs Gonna make them break

He's got anger And she's got cake

Crackin' eggs Gonna get inside their heads

Oh, I'm sorry. Were you saying something?

Crackin' eggs Trying to make 'em obey

But you can't Physically force someone

To papier-mâché Crackin' eggs

Not above getting down On their knees to beg

- Please! - I need this.

- No. 0Crackin' eggs

Jeez, Molly, your cuticles are out of control.

You know what? I'll connect you with my mani-pedi guy.

Yeah, I've got bigger problems, Scratch.

Um, remember when I said everything was going great?

Ooh, were you lying?

- Because I was definitely lying. - I was definitely lying.

I used all my best moves with Georgie.

I yelled, I threatened, I even took some low blows.

And she's giving me nothing.

I gave Bart every last gold star I had, and still no glow.

[both sigh]

Honestly, those two are so selfish.

Why are they making this our problem?

How are we supposed to know what'll make them happy?

Well, we could talk to them.

Huh.

Georgie?

Something's not working here,

and I don't just mean you, okay?

Why won't you make this lemming costume?

Because I always get stuck in the backstage.

I wanted to be the lemming, not make it.

So you were acting out because you wanted to act

in the show?

Tell you what, you make this lemming head

in time for the show,

and I will talk to Libby

about letting you play the lead.

Wow, really?

I got to get to work.

My greatest dream is finally coming true!

I don't know what's in the water in Brighton,

but it ain't helping the kids.

I mean, it feels like we could eat the cake.

It's just sitting there.

No one eats that cake.

Bart, Bart, Bart, Bart.

I see you're still struggling. What's the prob, corncob?

I don't care about stickers, prizes, or baked goods.

All I want is to do my job.

But I can't, because you're always coming in,

getting grease everywhere.

Mucking up the dark dais. It's disrespectful.

Okay, well, if staying out of your way is gonna help you

get your glow back, then I promise to no longer

eat food at your dais.

Really? Well, alrighty.

In that case, maybe I'll indulge.

A little slice.

But then it's straight back to work.

[chomps]

[Pham] Come on, are you serious?

Why aren't the space fairies in costume yet?

I should be seeing glitter, people.

Oh! I'm here. Did I miss it?

[in normal voice] Ew, yeah. Bodies feel weird.

- Did you talk to Georgie? - Yep, I cracked that egg.

Got to its gooey emotional yolk.

Well you will be happy to hear that the Ghost Council is back,

feeling more appreciated than ever, even Bart.

Oh, but you're no longer allowed to eat at that big desk thingy.

But that's my lunch table.

Food tastes better there. I can't explain it.

I gave them your word, Scratch.

- Fine. - [fanfare plays]

Society said it was impossible

for a lemming to pilot a starship

and find true love in space.

Yeah, there was a reason Georgie was not cast as the lead.

Yeah. Oof.

Second act still needs work.

The Ghost and Molly McGee

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