Costume Quest (2019) s01e17 Episode Script

1 If you're gonna creep, at least make yourself useful.
- Hand me that bow tie.
- Clippy coming up.
Thanks.
So, what's with the classy duds? Working a catering gig tonight.
Like, unlimited tiny hot dogs? I wish.
We're serving this super fancy nougat.
But the tightwad host won't even let us taste any.
There's this girl I work with.
Priya.
She's playing piano at the gig tonight.
She really wants to try the nougat, so I'm gonna sneak her some, then I'm gonna ask her out.
Ask her out.
Ask her out.
Ask her out.
Priya.
Will you be my girlfriend and dominate all my free time so I never see my brother again? Yes.
Yes.
No! No! No! No! Let's see that bozo in suspenders try and stop me.
Wait, what bozo in suspenders? "You're invited to a Sunset Cruise hosted by" Bob Dickerson? "Dress to impress"? Politics 101.
Host a swanky party.
Schmooze voters.
"Hey, how you been? You been working out? Love the glasses.
" Win the election.
Take over the world.
None of your parents are going to this shindig, right? Our parents left home looking fancy.
I thought it was for some boring parent-teacher conference thing.
My mom was wearing her party turtleneck.
Dad combed his mustache.
Mom put in danglies.
- Face it, they're going.
- What do we do now? How about we board Bob's cruiser in costumes, spread the word around that he's bad, destroy his nougat, show the town he's a liar, they don't vote for him, and we win.
Boom! That's a good plan.
Sure, let's do that.
And I keep Benji from getting a girlfriend.
So, how do we sneak onto this thing? By the power of Poseidon, we shall board that sea vessel.
Whoa! Hey, how'd you get on board so fast? We walked the plank.
- Ah.
- Okay, here's the plan.
Wren, Lucy, spread the word that Bob is one real bad dude.
- On it.
- Merman, we'll get the nougat and ruin it with my octo-ink.
- Ugh.
- Exactly.
Ugh! Why hasn't anyone cleaned this repulsive mess? Where's that Benji kid? Oh, man.
That's good.
Huh? Bingo.
You're so funny, Priya.
Looking, right? No, uh, that's Aah! We are not paying you six American dollars an hour to dillydally with the ivory tickler here.
- Come on! - Catch you later, Priya.
See you.
- What's so funny? - Oh, uh Nothing.
Let's bring Bob down.
Yeah.
Let's do this.
- Oh, yeah, it's all about Bob.
- Time to spread the word.
Bob's a dreamboat with a boat.
He's got my vote.
- Uh-huh.
- Yeah.
- Mm-hmm.
Yeah.
Mm-hmm.
- Yo! - Yar! Ahoy.
Give an ear to this salty dog.
Aye, mateys.
I heard Bob ain't nothing but a barnacle-faced boot smoocher.
- Are these guys for real? - Come on, now.
What do we do? Our sea speak's losing them.
Let's just say Bob is bad.
Someone talking about me? My ears are burning.
Oh, you want to tango? Hi, Bob.
Oh, hi.
Name's Bob Dickerson, but you can call me Future Factory President slash Town Savior slash Guy with a Yacht.
Nice grip.
You like that? Oh, yeah.
I like your costumes, too.
- So cute.
- Plug your blowhole, Bobby.
When's the galley serving that prime nougat? When I'm elected, every day will be a prime nougat day.
That's not an answer.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I have more important people to meet.
Argh.
Coast is clear.
It's got to be in here somewhere.
Aha! Find anything? No, but I can ask.
Creatures of the sea, I beseech you.
Where is the nougat we seek? All these people are such cheapskates.
One of them tipped me $20.
- Give me that.
- Aw.
The nougat's got to be under the silver thingy.
What are you two doing? Loitering? Get back to work.
Attention, everyone.
Who's ready to try the universe's best dry-aged, premium-cut, 100-year-old nougat? I can't wait to share it with you.
But first, I want to give you a glimpse into the man they call Mr.
Nougat.
Kenny, the lights.
Bob Dickerson was born with a hunk of nougat in his pocket and a dream: to one day turn a failing nougat factory into the greatest in the world.
Unlike Oona, who let it crumble into ruin.
So, uh, any of you shake Bob's hand? Soft skin, like a baby's bottom.
Can't trust a man without calluses.
Take it from an old fisherman.
He makes us sit through this, and he won't even let us try the nougat? I'm rolling it out of the kitchen.
I could hook you up with a sample.
Maybe.
If you want.
Oh, yeah? That'd be great.
Keep it together, Nancy.
Inhale confidence, exhale doubt, wipe off drool.
- She's a monster! - Be quiet.
Now, let's just take a look here.
Costumed brats, costumed brats.
I don't think I got your RSVP! Help us, lobster buddies.
- Huh? - Huh? Aah! Get off me, you sea roach.
Mm! Benji's gonna be all mine.
- Huh? - No! No! All mine! What have I become? - Now's your chance, Ev.
- Ink it.
What? Oh, that's my cue.
- See you in a bit.
- Later.
What did you do that for?! I I lied.
I didn't want to ruin nougat to stick it to Bob.
I I just wanted to keep Benji from getting a girlfriend.
But then I saw how happy - they looked together, and - Ugh, stop.
Never listen to your heart! Phew.
And that's why you should vote for me, Bob Dickerson.
What a journey.
Who's ready for a nougat party in their mouth? Not to worry, folks.
Just trust your friend Mr.
Nougat.
This is definitely gonna wreck my word of mouth.
It's up to you, Everett.
Hey, Nancy.
What? Dessert is served! - Take these.
- Remain calm! Don't panic! - This is all my fault.
- Don't worry, buddy.
I think this is worse for Bob than some inky old nougat.
New plan.
- Where's Bob? - He's obviously abandoned us.
Somebody help us! Ahoy, landlubbers.
Cabin boy Bob has left ye to the sea, but ye need not fret.
Oona has bestowed life boats to safely send ye to shore.
Join me in singing an old pirate chantey, "Bob is a Skunky Ol' Scoundrel, Oona Saved Us All.
" Bob is a skunky ol' scoundrel, Oona saved us all.
Bob is a skunky ol' scoundrel, Oona saved us all.
Bob is a skunky ol' scoundrel You know, it's actually kind of beautiful.
Yeah, so, uh Priya, I-I wanted to give you something.
Sorry, got a little wet.
Oh, uh that was really nice of you and everything, but I kind of never want to see nougat again - after all this.
- Okay.
Listen, would you want to go out with me sometime? Uh, yeah.
Yeah.
That'd be great.
Merman, take us home.
This isn't over, you crayon biters.
This image is hazy, but Yes.
It's becoming clear to me now.
I am seeing p-p-pudding? Pudding? I love pudding.
But we only get pudding, eh, on Tuesday.
Well, the crystal ball sees all.
And it sees that today is Tuesday.
Pudding time.
Oh, boy.
And remember to vote for Oona.
And I tell you, Myrtle, that Dickerson fella has no respect for his elders.
- Mm-hmm.
- Oh, I don't know.
I'm still voting Bob.
He's just so dashing in those suspenders.
Though you're not too hard on the eyes, either.
Oh.
Fancy yourself a prune, my lady? Oh, my.
You card.
Vote for Oona, Unibrow.
Hmm? Reynold.
Thanks for bringing the fortune teller and the apples.
And your bridge partner is a real charmer.
You know, I still have all my original teeth.
It seems like everyone's having a great time.
It's just too bad Lucy couldn't come.
Yeah, she had some previous commitments.
But I'm sure she wanted to spend time with you, too.
Hey, why don't you get your fortune told by ol' Witchy Witch there? Sure.
Sounds fun.
Right this way.
Sorry, my crystal ball is off the clock.
Oh.
Okay.
Eh, let's give it a try.
Oh, great crystal ball.
Show me the future of this, uh, completely total stranger.
Mom? I have something to tell you.
Y-You're a monster! What did you see? Uh, nothing.
Sorry, gotta go.
Do do do-do-do-do-do do do.
Wait.
You aren't supposed to be here.
If I was Bob, I'd be sweating slime about the election right now.
Yeah! Especially since we sank his schmooze cruise.
Well, we got the whole retirement home on our side.
Except for Myrtle.
Luce? Hey, what happened with your mom? I saw her future, you guys, and I think she's a monster.
Monster? Wh-What do you mean? I had a vision, and my mom and I were at the old folks' home, and there was a swan and some ice cream, and it was sunset, and my mom was in this gazebo, and she said, "I have something to tell you," and then But she hasn't drooled purple before, right? No.
I don't think so.
But the great crystal ball sees all, and it's gonna happen tomorrow.
Then maybe she's a good monster.
Yeah.
I mean, that doesn't sound bad at all.
A good monster.
I hadn't thought of that.
If that's the case, then then this is Then this is fantastic.
Yeah! That's why my mom doesn't get me.
And that's why she throws me those lame parties.
Because she's a monster.
You gotta be careful, Lucy.
The future's a tricky thing.
What you saw may not mean what you think it does.
Yeah.
Well, I'm hanging out with my mom for mommy-daughter fun day tomorrow.
So we'll see.
Wakey-wakey, Honey Bunny.
I mean, Lucey Goose.
What do your friends call you? Luce? Is that okay? Just Lucy is fine, Mom.
Lucy.
Got it.
Well, Lucy, I have something to tell you.
Something to tell you.
Something to tell you.
I got called into work this morning, so mommy-daughter fun day is out.
Oh.
Maybe I can go to work with you? Wha I'd love that.
What a surprise.
The crystal ball sees all.
All right.
Everything's coming into place.
Swan.
Check.
Sunset.
Check.
Ice cream.
Check.
Mom in the gazebo who's really a monster? No check.
Ugh, what are you doing? Come on, come on, come on.
We're gonna miss the sunset.
Oh, I'm sorry, dear.
I'm playing as fast as I can.
No.
No.
It's not that.
It's just something that was supposed to happen today looks like it isn't.
Well, sometimes you just gotta take destiny into your own hands.
Why, that's how I met my sweetheart, Stan.
Isn't that right, Stanny Handsome Little Manny? Hey.
Hey, yeah, you're right.
I gotta take matters into my own hands.
Thanks, Myrtle.
And, Stan, stay handsome.
Hey, Mom.
Want to watch the sunset? In the gazebo, maybe? Like, right now? Sure.
As soon as I'm done here.
Great.
I'm gonna go get ice cream while I wait.
See you in a minute.
Pudding.
Oh.
Oh, pudding.
Here we go.
Oh, sorry, Lucy.
Gotta get everybody inside.
Wait! Mom.
Ugh.
Come on.
Wren, I need you guys here ASAP.
And bring three costumes.
A sun, a swan, and an ice cream cone.
Wowza, Luce.
That's a weird selection, even for you.
Ugh, Wren.
Could you just not, for once? Reynold will explain everything on the way.
- Wha? - Ooh.
- Myrtle? - Ooh, uh, taking destiny into your own hands, dearie? Uh, yeah.
I'm getting there.
Thanks again for the advice.
I can buy that Lucy's mom is a monster, but a good one? Ha! There's no such thing.
You don't know.
It could be true.
Well, if she turns out to be bad Either way, we gotta help our girl.
Come on, guys.
Where are you? Oh, yeah.
- Yeah, Everett.
- Honk.
Honk.
Honk! Hey, Mom.
The rain stopped.
- We can still catch the sunset.
- Great.
I'll meet you in the gazebo just as soon as I get Mr.
McGregor back to his room.
I used to watch sunsets.
Okay, Sun.
A little to the west.
No, no.
Not stage west.
Good, good.
Wren, I need you all the way in the water.
You're a swan, not a flamingo.
- Excellent.
- What about me, Lucy? Stop melting.
Ow.
Brain freeze.
Showtime.
Now that the moment's here, I'm actually kind of nervous.
Hey.
Come on, you've got this.
Hey, Mom, uh, is there something, uh, you want to talk to me about? I have something to tell you.
Here it comes.
Wait, hang on.
My glasses are all fogged up.
Myrtle? You're the monster? Well, to we Repugnians You kids are the monsters.
- Whoa! - No.
Oh, no.
This can't be right.
It was supposed to be my mom.
Not Myrtle.
Huh? Whoa.
Hi-yah! Blech.
Everett, melt me.
Stan! No! Release him, horror swan.
You got it.
Ah! The gazebo.
Lucy, quick.
Knock it down.
Grubbinize that fool.
Wait.
What about your vision? The vision already happened.
Myrtle was always the monster.
My mom's just my mom.
I just saw what I wanted to see.
Huh? Ah.
Sunset.
It's okay, Stan.
Just hang in there.
You'll be okay.
You'll be okay.
Yeah.
Get out of here, you nasty Grubbins.
So, if my mom's not a monster, why don't we get along? Well, when it comes to people we care about, I guess there's no easy fixes.
Yeah.
Guess I'll have to do it the hard way.
But first there's something I have to do.
Having a good monster mom would have been pretty cool.
I think she's pretty cool anyway.
Yeah, you're right.
I mean, my mom's lame, but she's not weird.
Like, who would want to wear a full bodysuit all day and all night? It would stink so bad.
Ugh.
Gross.