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In a dark spooky house

not far from where we are right now,

lives a seven-foot-tall ogre named Mike the Mutant.

What's an ogre?

A big ugly man.

A nuclear accident made Mike mutate

into the hideous creature he is today.

Ever since then, every Halloween,

one unlucky little kid doesn't come back

from trick or treating.

Why?

Because Mike must feed.

He must feed

on the tender flesh of little children.

I think maybe she's a little too young for this.

Stop it! I'm not scared!

One Halloween night, little Riley Gilchrist

went out trick or treating all alone.

He found himself in front of a dark house,

overgrown with vines.

He climbed the stairs.

Creak, creak...

creak.

A cold wind blew across his face.

As he reached out to ring the bell,

the door swung open!

Hey, Matt...

What? What?

Dad, you scared us to death.

Yeah, well, the feeling's mutual.

What are you guys doing in here?

Nothing.

Just talking.

Oh. In the dark with a flashlight?

Daddy,

are you bigger than the bad man?

Ruthie, I'm bigger and I'm stronger

and I work for God.

Yeah!

These guys aren't scaring you too much, are they?

No.

Okay, okay, carry on.

What's all the screaming about?

I walked in on Matt's ghost story.

Oh, why am I being snubbed?

I love ghost stories.

Sorry.

Come on, honey. It'll be fun.

Daddy hates Halloween.

I do not.

Yeah, you do, Dad.

You do, honey.

You always have.

Well, have fun, everybody.

I-I won't wait up for you.

♪ 7th Heaven ♪

♪ When I see their happy faces ♪

♪ Smiling back at me ♪

♪ 7th Heaven ♪

♪ I know there's no greater feeling ♪

♪ Than the love of family ♪

♪ Where can you go ♪

♪ When the world don't treat you right? ♪

♪ The answer is home ♪

♪ That's the one place that you'll find ♪

♪ 7th Heaven ♪

♪ Mm, 7th Heaven ♪

♪ 7th Heaven. ♪

Out!

Hey, do you mind?

Oops. Sorry.

I didn't really want to brush my teeth anyway.

Hold it, dragon breath.

Come back in here.

I don't want to be responsible

for you grossing out the whole fifth grade.

Thanks, I think.

Hey, stop!

Why?

Because it's mine and I don't want you sticking it

in your disgusting, hairy armpits.

Okay.

Will it change your mind at all

if I told you I've been using it every day

for the past two months?

Oh, those are very good jack-o'-lanterns, sweetie.

I like this one.

He's very scary.

That one's Daddy.

Well... he's scary in a nice way.

Mom, don't even tell me you're going to let Ruthie

enter the pumpkin carving contest.

Well, why shouldn't she if she wants to?

Because A: she's not allowed to play with sharp objects,

and B: she doesn't stand a chance against me.

Well, maybe her talented, generous big brother

could help her.

Matt?

No, Simon.

Sorry, Mom, the carnival's tomorrow

and I got my own pumpkin to carve

and work on my victory speech.

This will be my third win in a row, you know.

Pride goeth before the fall, Simon.

Really? I though summer goeth before the fall.

And spring goeth before the summer.

And you're about to goeth to your room.

Let's talk about Ruthie and her costume.

Okay.

So what are you going as?

What am I going as?

Anything you want.

Anything?

Sure.

Good morning.

Hi, honey.

Good morning.

Hi, Dad.

It's a beautiful day.

You're in a good mood.

I slept the sleep of the innocent last night.

Yeah...

No monsters in my dreams.

Okay, so I had one little teeny dream.

Didn't seem so teeny

when you were thrashing around shouting "Don't barbecue me?"

Simon, don't be late for school.

Okay, I'm going, I'm going.

Oh, and, Mom, don't forget

to pick me up some pumpkins today.

Good ones, okay?

Please?

Please?

I won't forget.

Oh, which reminds me.

I've been meaning to tell you this.

The other day I was standing in line at the marketplace

and the woman in front of me

mentioned she was from Binghamton.

My Binghamton?

No, Binghamton, Italy.

Small world.

Yeah, that's what I thought.

Oh, would you stop by the party store today

and pick up the carnival decorations?

Please?

Please?

Since you put it that way.

Thanks.

What's her name?

Who?

Oh...

um, Cindy... something.

She appeared to be about our age.

I don't remember a Cindy.

Oh, you mean there was one girl in Binghamton

you didn't go out with?

No, I didn't say that.

I just said I don't remember her.

Well, this one's happily married.

She said her husband's name was, um, Howard...

No, Henry. Henry Bernard.

It's definitely true. I've seen his house.

No way.

That's just a story.

There's no such person as Mike the Mutant.

Oh, yes, there is.

Yeah.

You ever heard of a kid called Riley Gilchrist?

It's the little dude he ate.

That didn't really happen. Oh, yeah?

My cousin works for the gas company.

He told me when he read his meter,

he saw bones in the basement.

That's just a stupid story to scare kids with.

No, it isn't.

Okay, fine. Don't believe us.

You know, I don't care.

Good.

Could have happened.

Yeah, I could prove it to you if you want.

How?

Well...

what are you doing after school?

I don't know, guys.

Yeah, road trip.

Mommy, Mommy!

Hi, honey. What is it?

Tiffany's going to be a teeg.

Oh, won't that be fun?

Her mommy got it for her at the store.

Oh, isn't that nice?

Mommy...

Hmm?

Do I have to be a dinosaur?

Henry Bernard.

Are you sure you heard her say she broke up

with her boyfriend?

Everybody in my gym class heard her.

Think she'd go out with me?

Hello, Matthew.

Hi.

Hi, Roxanne.

Oh, Mary, did you hear

that I broke up with my boyfriend?

Oh, really?

Oh, I'm sorry.

Yeah. I'm devastated.

So, Mary, what are you wearing to the Halloween dance?

I'm not going.

I'm going to a carnival at our church.

Oh, that sounds fun.

But I wouldn't miss the school dance for anything.

Unless no guy's asked me because they don't know

I broke up with my boyfriend.

You mean no one's asked you?

No.

I'm just dying to go.

I love costume parties.

Really?

Well, how'd you like to go with me?

Oh, I'd love to.

Thank you.

Oui, J' accept.

Excellante.

Here it is.

Mike the Mutant's house.

So what?

It doesn't prove anything.

Yeah, well, maybe you'll believe us

when you see the giant vegetables he grows.

They're huge.

He shoots them with radiation.

He's got pumpkins back there the size of Volkswagens.

Yeah, right.

All right, fine. Don't believe us.

Fine.

Fine.

Okay, well, maybe you'll believe us

when I go back there and I steal one

and I bring it out.

How are you going to carry it?

Your chick is really a drag.

At least I've got one.

Okay. Why don't you come with us

and see for yourself?

I'm kind of curious.

Fine with me.

Get down.

Who's going to go first?

Go ahead.

We'll follow you.

I could use a hand here, you know.

You could get hurt doing that.

Don't come back here ever!

Here's Batgirl.

She's cute.

I don't like bats.

Oh, Sylvester... and Tweety Bird.

I don't like any of them.

Are you kidding?

Who doesn't want to be Tweety Bird?

Me.

Oh, look.

Oh, my gosh.

Sparkle Sparkle.

Yuck.

That's about it.

Honey, why are you so particular this year?

Because I want to be prettier than Simon's pumpkin.

Why?

'Cause that's all anybody talks about.

Oh, baby.

I'm sorry.

Tell you what...

You can pick out anything you want, okay?

I guess I'll just take that old dinosaur thing

you were making.

Oh, sorry, Dad. I didn't know you were napping.

Oh, no, no.

Just resting my eyes.

I have a little eye fatigue.

Yeah, I get that sometimes right in the middle of church.

So, did you, uh... did get everything?

Yeah, I cleaned them out.

I got black and orange crepe paper, balloons,

paper skeletons, black cats, um...

witches on brooms, the works.

I appreciate you doing this for me.

I just couldn't face it this year.

You send me every year. You hate Halloween.

No I don't.

Yes, you do, Dad.

Well, at any rate, I owe you one.

Well, in that case,

can I use the car to drive to the dance tomorrow night?

Yeah, it's fine with me, but just check with Mary.

See if she needs a ride, too.

Well, Mary's not going to the dance.

She's sticking around

for the carnival.

So, what's your costume?

Same thing I always go as... A hobo.

I don't know if that's such a good idea, Matt.

You know, a hobo's just another euphemism for homeless person.

I'm not sure it's appropriate

to use another person's misfortune

for our entertainment.

That's okay.

See, my hobo's a hobo by choice.

Is that right?

Yeah.

See, he's rejected bourgeois values

for the simple life of riding the rails

and eating beans out of a can.

He's not into possessions.

Bourgeois?

It means middle class.

I-I'm aware of that.

You really do hate Halloween, don't you?

Hmm?

I...

Look, Valerie, if anybody asks,

just tell them I'm going to the carnival.

No, I told them I was going to the dance

with you and Denise.

I'm not going to get caught.

Just stick to what I told you, okay?

How am I supposed to craft a masterpiece

with a flawed canvas?

I'm sorry, all they had

were flawed canvases at the market.

Oh, Lucy, thank you!

That's the most beautiful

pumpkin I've ever seen!

It's the pumpkin I've waited my whole life for!

Forget it, Simon. It's mine.

All right, I'll buy it from you.

Nope.

All right, fine, then just tell me

where you got it so I can go get one.

There aren't any more.

Are you sure, honey?

I'd like to get a few for the carnival myself.

Um... yep, I'm pretty sure.

Where exactly did you get this pumpkin, Luce?

It's a long story.

Is it possible that maybe you liberated it

from somebody's garden?

Then you also know what you have to do, don't you?

Mom, it's not that easy.

I don't want to hear excuses.

You turn around right now and return that pumpkin

to its owner and apologize.

Yes, ma'am.

Do you want me to go with you?

No.

It's okay.

Tough call...

but you did the right thing.

I'm not getting you another pumpkin, Simon.

You scared me.

I scared you?

Yeah.

What are you trying to do, give me a heart attack?

What are you looking for?

A cape for Simon's costume.

Isn't Halloween over yet?

It seems like it's been going on for weeks.

One more day, Dad.

I understand you're joining us

for the church carnival.

Um, actually no.

I'm going to a dance at school.

I thought Matt said you were going to the carnival.

Um, I changed my mind.

Oh, disgusting.

Here, Dad, you can go to the carnival as Daniel Boone.

Oh, actually that's the Davy Crockett model.

When I was a kid I was completely obsessed with...

with Davy Crockett.

I mean, obsessed.

I never missed an episode of the TV show.

I read every book I could get my hands on.

Remember the Alamo.

Oh, it's definitely you, Dad.

Hmm.

I don't know why I even bother trying to carve a pumpkin.

My brother Simon wins the contest every year.

You... you can keep the pumpkin you took.

You can have as many as you want.

That's okay.

Can I ask you something, Mr. Mitchell?

My dad was Mr. Mitchell.

I'm Mike.

Mike...

How'd you get that scar?

I got shot.

No way.

Really?

Aren't you sure?

Sometimes I... I have trouble remembering.

That's okay. It's not really important.

You know, I'd really like to bring my friends over

to meet you.

Oh, I don't really like visitors very much.

If you want, you can come over to my house and meet my family.

Oh, I don't... I don't go out much either.

You should meet my dad.

How about if I bring him over sometime?

You'd like him. He's really nice.

No!

I... I have to go inside now.

Mr. Mitchell... Mike?

Mike?

Lucy can come over if she wants,

but I... I don't want any friends to come over.

Just remember, I got dibs on the Davy Crockett costume.

Don't worry, Eric, you'll get it.

I better.

Yeah, 'cause I'm sick of hearing you

talk about that coonskin cap.

All right, children,

you can come and pick out your Halloween costumes.

But I want you to do it in an orderly fashion.

I got it! I got it!

Eric Camden, what are you doing?

Fight, fight, fight, fight...

You know I wanted that.

I got it for you.

I got it for you, Eric.

I wasn't going to keep it. I got it for you.

I got it for you, Eric.

Don't tell me you couldn't get back to sleep.

Oh, I-I probably had too much coffee last night.

It was decaf.

Oh, well, then I guess I'm just... too keyed up,

too full of the Halloween spirit.

Too full of something.

When you feel like talking about it,

I'll be glad to listen.

Right. Thanks.

What are you doing up so early?

Are you feeling okay?

Yeah.

I just couldn't sleep.

Why not?

Couldn't stop thinking about pumpkins.

I've got to win that contest.

Simon, come over here.

Sit down.

I think you're taking this contest way too seriously.

Obviously, you don't understand, Dad.

It's my third year.

My three-peat.

It's never happened before

in the history of the church carnival.

Simon, I only started that church carnival

three years ago, to raise money for the Sunday school.

Yeah, I just don't want you

to make such a big deal out of a contest

that's supposed to be fun.

There is a chance you could lose.

I could be wrong about this,

but isn't your job to encourage people?

A hobo?

You can't go as a hobo.

No, see, my hobo isn't, uh, homeless.

He's rejecting bourgeois values.

No, you can't go as a hobo...

'cause I already got you a costume.

What costume?

You see, I thought it would be really cool

if we went as a couple.

Oh, okay.

You see, I'm going as Roxanne,

Cyrano De Bergerac's beloved Roxanne.

From the play, Cyrano.

And that would make me...

Cyrano, of course.

The guy with the big nose.

Uh-huh.

See, I borrowed the costumes

from the drama department.

I don't know. You know, I wasn't counting on

making a whole big production out of this.

Oh, come on, Matthew.

It's so romantic.

You see, Cyrano, he loved Roxanne

more than life itself,

and eventually, she learned to look

beyond mere physical appearance

and she fell in love with him, too.

Deeply and completely.

Okay.

Uh-oh.

What?

You misspelled "tonight."

You know what?

What?

I hate Halloween.

I know.

I'm not too crazy about it either.

You? Why not?

It's a long story.

Well, come on. What's wrong?

Do you know who Mike Mitchel is?

Well, I knew him before his accident.

So he was in a nuclear accident?

Who told you that?

Everybody.

Well, as is often the case, everybody's wrong.

He was an artist.

He used to build mammoth abstract sculptures

out of scrap steel and iron.

They were big and dramatic and exuberant.

Kind of like him.

Like he used to be.

He struggled financially, as most artists do.

To make ends meet, he, uh...

took a job pumping gas at night.

Couple of guys came in to rob the place,

one of them pulled a gun.

Mike tried to stop them and got shot.

Poor Mike.

Yeah.

I stop by now and then,

but he won't answer his door.

He's... he's pretty much a recluse.

Why are kids so mean to him?

He can't help the way he is.

Lots of times we make decisions about people

based on appearances

rather than taking the time to find out the truth.

Why is that?

I wish I knew, sweetie.

I suspect that it's usually fear.

Except, Dad, he's more afraid than anybody.

And he's not mean at all, he's really nice.

Is he nice enough to forgive you for stealing his pumpkin?

Yeah.

Well, it sounds to me like Mike's found himself...

a good friend.

You look adorable honey.

Here, look at mama.

You are the cutest dinosaur I ever saw.

It's hot.

Well, okay, I can put some

ventilation holes in here for you if you want, okay?

The neck pinches.

Well, I can fix that.

I can't move my hands.

Okay, well, um...

come on over here and sit down.

You don't have to wear those.

I can, I can take those off.

Okay.

This way.

All right, okay.

You hate it, don't you?

I know how you feel, short stuff.

What am I going to do?

I can't go to the dance like this.

You look funny.

I look like an idiot.

Mom, is there anything you can do to fix it?

Well, maybe, I don't know,

maybe we can remove the hat.

Um... maybe you could

try my cape over a little bit.

No, I think we'd better

put the hat back on.

Yeah, it, well...

Well, you know, maybe between the big nose and the hat,

nobody will know who you are.

What is that?

I don't know.

I found it on the front porch.

Wow!

What is it?

Nothing.

I smell pumpkin.

So?

It's a pumpkin, isn't it?

It's none of your bee's wax.

You're not entering the contest, are you?

Maybe. Maybe not.

Man...

Oh, this is going to give me nightmares.

That's the idea, right?

Oh, I guess so.

Okay, if you'll just blow up all the balloons,

I can handle everything else.

Okay, no problem.

I don't want you to be late for the dance,

so just take off when you need to.

Oh, I'm going with Valerie's niece,

so I'll just be in there whenever.

Where are the black curtains for the haunted house?

Would this be them?

Yeah. Oh...

Poor thing.

She must be exhausted from torturing me.

Want to try and move her?

No. I can hang the curtains later.

Besides, you know how grumpy she is

after a nap.

Let's not disturb her.

Yeah, I just wish someone would say that about me.

What?

Oh, let's not disturb her.

Oh... yeah!

Oh, yeah!

Oh, oh! Yeah!

Hey, stop! Stop it.

Yeah!

Whoo! Oh, yeah!

I can't believe I even thought I liked you.

Come on, guys. Let's go.

Stop it.

Yeah!

Stop.

No way... this is payback time.

This is for all those kids

you gobbled up, you mutant!

Yeah, you big freak!

That's enough, knock it off.

Yeah!

Leave him alone!

Get out of here!

Mike?

It's me, Lucy.

Are you okay?

Are they gone?

They're gone.

It's okay. It's okay.

Not everybody's like those guys.

A lot of people are.

No.

Most people are really nice.

And the mean ones are probably just afraid of you

because they're ignorant.

People are afraid of me?

Well... yeah.

Why?

I don't know.

I wish they wouldn't be.

Hey, cute.

Oh, well, yeah, thanks.

Listen, do you know anyone

who might be able to baby-sit tonight on short notice?

Baby-sit who?

Whom.

Whom?

You know whom... Ruthie.

She refuses to go out of the house

without a costume, and she hates

everything I've suggested.

I can't stay with her,

I've got to go back to the church.

Lucy's already gone.

You've got your dance, and...

Maybe Mrs. Horton can do it.

I'm going to go call her.

No, wait, wait, wait.

Um, let me try.

I'll get her to wear a costume.

Trick or treat.

And you are...?

Look, I'm sorry about the costume,

I just couldn't make the other thing work.

It's just not me.

You couldn't possibly be my date,

because my date would have on the Cyrano costume

that I went to so much trouble to get,

which goes perfectly with my costume.

You see, my date wouldn't show up here dressed as...

a homeless person.

It's a hobo.

Whatever.

See, my date would know

that if he came here dressed as a derelict...

A hobo. A hobo.

Then that would mean that I was the date of a hobo,

and that would make me a loser.

I am not a loser.

What?

What about all that stuff you said about Roxanne

loving Cyrano in spite of his appearance, Roxanne?

Oh, please, that was fiction.

Well, let me tell you something.

You look really, really beautiful

in that dress right now.

Incredibly beautiful,

but in spite of your appearance,

I got to say, the thrill's gone for me, babe.

Matthew, wait.

Do you really think that I look incredibly beautiful?

Come on, guys, let's go. We can't be late.

Do you think Mary had any luck?

I don't know.

She came out once and made me get her a mop,

but that could be to clean up the blood.

Ooh!

Well, nothing would surprise me at this point.

Ta-dah!

Ruthie, you look just great.

What are you?

She's Happy.

She can't go as Happy.

Happy is going as Happy.

Simon.

Come on, you two.

How did you do it?

Well, I sat her down

and told her, "You'd better get in a costume,

go to the carnival and be happy."

And she said okay.

You're a miracle worker.

Have fun.

Okay, you, too.

Hey, listen, don't forget to leave a big bowl of candy out

on the front porch for the trick-or-treaters.

Not a problem.

Whoo-hoo!

Hey, kids.

Hi.

Ooh, you scared the daylights out of me.

Have fun.

Okay. That guy was funny.

I know.

Trick or treat.

Trick or treat.

Hi.

Um... aren't you a little old to be doing this?

Um, well, I'm, I'm not.

I mean, I'm... I'm not doing this.

I mean, what...

the other kids are doing...

Is your dad home?

Hi.

Can I, uh, can I help you?

Are you Henry Bernard?

Yeah.

Have you got a minute?

Zack, why don't you go in

and finish putting on your costume, okay, pal?

Okay.

Mm-hmm.

I'm Eric Camden, and, uh...

I came to bring you this.

Why?

What's this about?

Binghamton Elementary, 1964, Halloween.

Davy Crockett.

Oh... you don't remember me, do you?

No.

Sorry.

No.

I'm the one who's sorry.

I'm, I'm sorry about 1964.

I'm sorry for bothering you tonight.

Oh, that's, that's okay.

Good night.

Wait... wait a minute.

Camden, huh?

Eric Camden, right?

Right.

You came over here to give me your hat?

Well, I... kind of thought it was long overdue.

Oh.

I never wanted this stupid hat, you know.

I got it for you.

I know.

I'm sorry about hitting you.

Me, too.

Gosh, you want to come in for some coffee or something?

Yeah. Thanks.

One for you.

Thanks. You're welcome.

Oh!

All right, let's hurry.

Get your votes in for your favorite pumpkin.

We'll be announcing the winner soon.

Get your votes in for your favorite pumpkin.

Boo.

Oh.

What happened to the dance?

Uh, it wasn't exactly what I thought it was going to be.

I'm sorry.

Look!

A butterfly!

Who did that for you?

Lucy's friend.

Yeah, Lucy set up a booth out in the hall

with some big guy in a Frankenstein mask.

He can really paint that guy.

Maybe I'll have him give me a tattoo.

Happy Halloween, little lady.

You made it!

Dad, that's a... pretty bold hat.

Yeah? You like it, hmm?

That's real animal skin.

Don't you think it's inappropriate

to use some poor animal's misfortune

for our entertainment?

Oh, it's okay.

This raccoon became a hat by choice.

Where'd you get it?

Henry Bernard.

From Binghamton?

Yeah. He, uh...

he went to a lot of trouble to get it for me,

so I stopped by his house to thank him.

This is great.

I love Halloween.

What's come over you?

I'm happy.

You can't be Happy... Ruthie's Happy.

Where's Mary?

She went to the dance.

Uh, no, she didn't.

She didn't?

No, no. She told me she was coming here.

She told me she was going to the dance.

I know where she is.

Where?

She's at home.

Why would she stay home by herself?

Because she's diabolical but brilliant.

♪ Ow ♪

♪ Do it ♪

♪ All right ♪

♪ Ugn! ♪

♪ Got to know how to pony ♪

♪ Like Bony Maroni ♪

♪ Do the mashed potato ♪

♪ Do the alligator... ♪

Hello.

Oh, hey, Valerie.

Yeah, it worked great.

No, I'm going to stay here.

Because it's the only night of the year I get to be alone.

There's seven people in this family, you know.

Okay. Bye, Valerie.

♪ Ugn! ♪

♪ Na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na ♪

♪ Na-na-na-na ♪

Need somebody to help me say it one time.

♪ Na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na... ♪

Mary Camden is alone at the top of the key.

She aims... she shoots...

she scores!

♪ ♪

♪ Ow! ♪

♪ Ugn! ♪

♪ You know I feel all right ♪

♪ Huh, feel good pretty good, y'all ♪

♪ Ugn! ♪

♪ Na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na... ♪

I love Halloween.

♪ Na-na-na-na... ♪

All right, everybody,

the judges have reached a decision.

The winner

of the Glenoak Community Church Halloween Carnival

annual pumpkin carving contest

is...

Lucy Camden.

That's lucky.

Today my dad told me

things aren't always the way they seem at first.

And the truth is...

I didn't really carve this pumpkin.

I just put my name on it.

The real winner of the contest is my friend...

Mr. Mike Mitchell.

Take off your mask.

Good job.

Nice job.

Excuse me.

Excuse me.

Simon...

Hi, I'm Simon Camden.

I just wanted to shake the hand of a true master.

I've never seen

a better carved pumpkin.

Hi.

Hi.

I just wanted to say

I'm really sorry about before.

Don't tell me; tell him.

Sorry about this afternoon.

It'll never happen again.

Thanks.

Those eggs are stinky.

We'll come back tonight and clean it up. Yeah.

Come on, guys.

Isn't that my clerical robe?

Sorry, Dad.

Oh, and about the pumpkin contest...

just so you know, I'll be back.

So will I.