The Haunted Hathaways (2013) s01e26 Episode Script

One more twist, and Done.
Ha! Who needs a handyman when you have a handymom? Three, two, one.
I need a handyman.
Mom, I need this new tablet that just came out.
It's called a fabulet.
On the one hand it does cost twice as much as a regular tablet, but on the other hand, you're so beautiful.
Oh.
Taylor, just last month you "had" to have that expensive pair of jeans that you only wore once.
They went out of style very quickly.
Please, I have worn the same pair of jeans for the last ten years, and they're still happening.
Yeah.
Well, if you want a fabulet, you'll have to find a way to pay for it yourself.
I do have a way to pay for it.
You.
Lame.
Boring.
Louie? Yep.
That's right, Frankie.
And it's time for your living room weather forecast.
Why are you in the TV? Current couch conditions are a balmy 81 degrees with a 100% chance of syrup.
I cannot believe you just did that! Yeah? Well, now we're even.
"Even"? What did I do? Surely, you haven't forgotten what will forever be known as "the insult.
" Hey.
What's so funny? Frankie! How do you know it was me? No one disrespects Louie Preston and gets away with it.
Yes, they do.
Starting now.
Louie, you leave me no choice but to seek revenge.
I'm the ghost, sweetheart.
I'll do the intimidating.
I think I made my point.
You happy? Five shampoos later and I still have syrup in my hair.
Good to know.
I'll change your evening forecast to "partly sticky.
" I'll show you partly sticky.
Oops.
Did you forget? I'm a ghost.
You can't touch me.
Can't touch me.
There's gotta be some way I can get back at you.
Impossible.
The I-train fears no person.
Is that madame Lebuef? Aahhh! Ghost hunter! Hey, what's cookin'? Not much.
What's up with you? No, I literally meant "what are you cooking?" Dad and I are working on this year's entry for the taste of New Orleans gumbo contest.
How do ghosts enter a food contest? Every year we submit our gumbo under the fake name "crawdaddy.
" The fact that no one's ever seen us adds to our mystique.
Miles and ray have won two years in a row.
I think it's two years in a row.
I can't remember because they've only told me 57 times.
It's two years in a row.
And after tomorrow you can make that three.
And with the prize money, I'm gonna buy a very rare comic book Super spy, snappy dresser.
You know, they only made one issue.
Shocking.
So this prize money is it enough to buy, I don't know, a brand-new fabulet with a terabyte drive in a hot pink glitter case? I don't understand most of those words, but it's $1,000.
Hot mama, we're making gumbo! Taylor, you know nothing about making gumbo.
That's why you're gonna help me.
Taylor, I know nothing about making gumbo.
Mom, you always say we don't have enough mother-daughter time.
Hmm, that's true.
And experts do say the teen years are crucial parent child bonding Less talkie, more cook-ie! Ladies, you're serious? Making gumbo is a delicate art.
It takes years to even Oh! Found a recipe.
A real cajun doesn't need a recipe.
He cooks from his soul.
That's sweet could you tell your soul to put a lid on it, so we can concentrate over here? - Oh.
- All right, okay.
Laugh all you want.
You're never gonna win.
We have a special secret ingredient you won't find in any grocery store.
Pfft, like we need some secret ingredient.
Mom, can I see you in the bakery? We need some secret ingredient.
We have a secret ingredient, sweetie.
The power of mother-daughter bonding.
We're doomed.
So I need help getting revenge on a ghost, and you are a ghost expert.
I can help you.
Come to my shack in the swamp.
I've got all kind of things you won't find in an ordinary store.
My card.
"Madame Lebuef's swamp shack.
" "I've got all kinds of things you won't find in an ordinary store.
" Excuse me, I hate to butt in, but Any chance you sell anything that could add a little kick to a pot of gumbo? Say, some secret ingredient? Ooh, I've got a whole section of 'em.
Here's a coupon for 10% off.
This is for a car wash.
Do you want the discount or not? Frankie, grab your bug repellent.
We're going to the bayou.
What does one wear to a swamp? Could be deep water.
We'll need something high-waisted that we don't mind destroying.
Mom's jeans.
This place gives me the creeps.
What was that? Would you relax? It was either an alligator or a family of venomous water moccasins.
Alligator.
Watch your step.
This shop is even freakier than I thought it would be.
I know.
I wonder if they do birthday parties.
I do.
Ever played ring toss with a ram's skull? I love her.
Okay girls, what do you need? I've got spells, spices, toad stew, and, starting next month, pilates on the porch.
- I want revenge on a ghost.
- Good.
Because the toad's a little undercooked.
Perhaps you'd be interested in this.
- A doll? - A magical voodoo doll.
If I make one in your ghost's image, anything you do to that doll, your ghost will feel.
Observe.
Ow! You have a ghost? No.
A husband Who never puts his pants away! Now tell me what your ghost looks like.
And be specific.
Gosh.
I don't know.
He's got a normally kind of face, with a regular-ish sort of nose and a mouth that's sort of What's the word? Mouth-like.
How's this? Whoa.
You're very talented.
Then why do we live in a swamp? Ow! This smells interesting.
What is it? Petrified pig poop.
Can you just tell me if you have anything that'll make gumbo pop.
I've got just the thing.
People around these parts love a little heat in their gumbo.
And nothing's hotter than this little fella The dragon tooth pepper.
How hot is it? Ahh, come on! I'll take it.
So, what do you think, pops? All done? Ahh.
Smells like first place.
- Yeah.
- Again.
Oh, yeah? Well, I think it smells like feet.
De-feat! Burn! Ow! Burn.
Where have you been? This is supposed to be mother-daughter time.
I was out getting a special ingredient.
I told you we didn't need one.
The recipe I found is really good.
Loving your jeans, by the way.
Mom, we need to focus.
There's a fabulet on the line here.
Too late.
It's done.
Actually, I'm done.
You can clean up.
High five.
There, we bonded.
All right, time to give our gumbo a little bite, courtesy of the dragon tooth.
How much should I put in? Eh.
More is always better.
Now we're cooking.
Ooh, boy! Oh, man, that's way too hot.
Good-bye, fabulet.
Unless Hello, fabulet.
Hey, what up, short stack? That was a syrup joke.
Was it? Check out my new toy.
It's kind of ugly.
It's you.
Meet my "Lou-doo" doll.
Your what? My Louie voodoo doll.
Whatever I do to it happens to you.
Yeah, right.
I hoped you'd say that.
Whoa! That thing really works.
Indeed it does.
And you, my friend, are in deep voodoo.
That was a "doo-doo" joke.
Aah! How much longer till you don't find this funny? I'll let you know.
Uh-oh.
Here comes the booger patrol.
Is this really necessary? Fine, we'll take a little break.
What say you snap yourself in a nice big pitcher of ghost o.
J.
? No way.
You're just going to make me pour it on my head.
Bingo.
Well, you can't make me.
Don't think about orange juice, don't think about orange juice Ha! Ghost milk.
Joke's on you! Is it? There she is.
Two gallons of savory cajun perfection.
Son, we're just hours away from victory number three.
And me winning the cash to get my comic book.
If there's enough money left over Bicycle insurance.
Hmm.
After all their bragging, Michelle and Taylor are gonna have to eat their words.
And even worse, their gumbo.
My head is on fire! Sweet Louisiana lava! What'd you put in there? I added the same amount of kick I always do! I must've gotten distracted and overdone it.
Wow.
Their gumbo smells as good as what we usually make.
But not quite.
We don't have time to make another batch.
Well, I guess this means no dapper Dan comic.
These tears are from the onion.
Poor little guy.
I know he had his heart set on that third blue ribbon I mean comic book.
As a father and a gentleman, I have to do what's right.
No, I mean it.
I think you're gonna win.
You guys nailed your gumbo.
The trick is not to put any strange, exotic ingredients in it.
So I did not do that.
Well, I guess it's another year without bicycle insurance.
I'm just thumbing my nose at Johnny Law.
Congratulations, Taylor.
You earned it.
Can't take the guilt.
Ugh.
Why do I have to be such a caring person? There.
Good-bye, fabulet.
Guess I'll have to watch shows on a TV and talk to my friends on a phone like some kind of freak.
Oh, good.
You're just in time.
My sneaker's untied.
Then you better watch your step.
Big words for a small man controlled by an even smaller doll.
You can tie my shoe or smell your own armpit.
Or you can say hello to my little friend.
Where did you get that? MadameLebuef.
Com.
Free overnight shipping.
And starting next month, pilates on the porch.
Looks like we got ourselves an old fashioned voo-duel.
You wanna dance? Let's dance.
That all you got? Round and round the Frankie goes, where she stops, only Louie knows! What happened? Aw, man.
Stuck in a doll again? You gotta be kidding me.
That's it.
Frankie.
You're going down! This is for the milk! Get your tiny mitts off of me! Gross, your hair's sticky! It's the syrup, felt face! Uh, Louie? Where's the Frankie doll? Louie, something's got my doll, and whatever it is has whiskers.
It's a giant mutant raccoon! Oh, wait.
It's a regular-sized raccoon.
Louie, help! Jump in the vent and get my doll back.
Save me.
Oh, man.
I hate raccoons.
Why couldn't it have been a pony living in the vent? A sweet little vent pony named butterscotch, who gallops on a rainbow - Hurry! - Okay.
I'm coming for you, Frankie doll! Sounds like you scared him! That was me! Aahh! Might as well get this over with.
I can't wait for the judge to taste our gumbo.
It is going to melt in his mouth.
Or just melt his mouth.
Why'd you say that? Nothing.
Shh.
Here he comes.
Try to look Southern.
And next we have the lady hathaways.
Welcome to the competition.
Oh, how do.
I'd recognize that accent from anywhere.
You're from New York City.
Couple of Yankees think they can make some Louisiana gumbo? Well, we'll just see about that now, won't we? Oh, yes, we will.
Oh, my goodness.
That's downright scrumptious.
In fact, that might be the one to beat, folks.
And as always, we got the mysterious crawdaddy, whose anonymous entry never fails to delight.
If this isn't the spicy gumbo, then where's the Oh! Oof! Fiery Mississippi mud pie! That's hot! That's hot! Ahh! Ahh! Aah! What is happening? We over-spiced our gumbo.
No, you didn't.
I over-spiced our gumbo.
And I wanted to win so badly I switched it with yours.
But I don't understand.
I felt guilty.
So I switched the pots back.
So Funny story.
Whoa! Whoa-oh! After I smelled the spicy gumbo, I may also have switched the pots so we'd win.
- "May?" - I did.
I am shocked at both of you! Am I the only one who read and initialled the competition ethics guidelines? - Uh-huh.
- Yeah.
You're a weird little boy.
Whoo! Dad, I guess we deserve this.
Now that's some genuine cajun kick-butt right there! I love it! What? First prize goes to crawdaddy for the third year in the row! Ah! Yeah, baby! Three in a row! - Dapper Dan, here I come.
- Wait! Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.
Since actually this is my gumbo I kind of won too.
Great, so everybody gets something but me? Taylor, you got the best thing of all A valuable lesson.
Wanna trade? I do not.
Louie, what's taking so long? Don't worry.
I've got him right where I aaahh! Almost got the doll.
Hey, that's jv, dude.
Nothing below the belt.
Oh, no, you don't! Help! Uh-oh.
Louie? You okay? Louie? Did somebody call for a hero? You saved me! You know what? This is the first time I ever hugged you.
Relax.
I already jumped out.
I knew that.
Sorry I almost fed you to a raccoon.
Sorry I gave you a milk bath.
Maybe we should stop messing with each other.
Are you kidding? I was so bent on revenge, I studied for weeks to master the syrup trick.
You make me a better ghost, Frankie.
I do force you to think outside the box.
What do you say we just get rid of these dolls? Absolutely.
These things are bad news.
But we're gonna make voodoo dolls of Taylor and Miles, right? Oh, absolutely.
For switching the gumbo pots.
I hope you can forgive me, buddy.
I take that as a no.
I have no idea why I just did that.
Or why I'm doing this.
Miles, you look ridicul What is happening? Louie, what are we thinking? We should be recording this.