The Haunted Hathaways (2013) s02e04 Episode Script

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Mom, could you be a doll and grab me that pillow? Excuse me? You may get it yourself, young lady.
Perfect timing.
Louie, could you be a lamb and levitate that vase over here? You got it, frankzilla.
Oops, sorry.
No worries, bud.
Try again.
Float me over that piano bench and that lamp.
That's almost too easy.
Ah, perfecto.
Wait, what's going on here? Simple.
I know you so well that I figured out exactly how you mess up.
I ask for a vase, I get a pillow.
This is an outrage! That's enough, Frankie.
I'm tired of you messing with people in this house.
I don't mess with people.
I beg to differ.
In my defense, that was meant for Taylor.
I am done.
For one whole week, you are forbidden to harass anyone in this house.
Understood? But harassing is my favorite after-school activity.
Yeah, I noticed.
Well, it stops now, or I will confiscate your phone and your tablet.
Thank you, Michelle.
Now that I know Frankie won't be messing with me, I can relax and haunt like a rock star.
What's that? You got nothing? Thought so! Time to roll.
(Spooky rock music) If you move into a haunted house You gotta try to work things out So if you're living with a ghost or three You gotta be one big, semi-scary family Don't know how we ended up this way But I guess you could call us The haunted hathaways the haunted hathaways the haunted hathaways The haunted hathaways Hey, girls.
Hey, Meadow.
Would you look at us? Walking the halls, having some laughs, giving me a cool nickname.
We haven't given you a nickname.
Which is why I made this handy list of suggestions.
Meadowrella, the dough dog, mayor mcMeadow Scott tomlinson.
I'm not sure I get that one, but I'll write it down.
No, Scott tomlinson.
Taylor's had a crush on him for months.
What's so great about him? I mean, besides the silky hair, the steely eyes, the chiseled okay, I get it now.
Too bad he'll never know who I am.
Come on.
We just have to find a way to get him to notice you.
Fyi, I can get you a pretty sweet deal on a flock of doves.
- He's so cute.
- Perfect! What time do you want the doves delivered? P.
S.
, they'll bite if you show fear.
Or I bake him a good luck cake for his upcoming game.
Taylor, are you sure about this? Sometimes these super-cute varsity jocks can be super-cute jerks.
Hey, everyone, pipe down! See? (Cat meowing) All: Aww! Sorry I raised my voice, guys.
I was just worried about this lost little fella.
Oh, I'm baking that boy a cake.
(Screams) What's goin' on? (Screams) I mean, I like your hair.
What's wrong? It was terrible.
I was asleep.
I heard chains rattling, and when I opened my eyes, I saw some hideous creature floating above my bed.
Lucky.
It was not lucky.
The whole house was shaking.
I hope everything's okay With my Scott cake.
I think I know what's going on.
This house has ghosts.
I mean, other ghosts.
I don't know who this joker thinks he is, but I say we catch him and hit him with one whopper of a lecture.
My cake's okay.
You should get a brush.
I can't believe another ghost would dare haunt my house.
Have they not heard about me? Are those footie pajamas? Let's stay on point.
It's probably a squatter ghost.
They come into the house uninvited and try to scare everyone out.
I say bring it on.
No one's going to squat on Louie Preston.
You come into my house, I'm gonna flush you out.
Oh, man.
You said flush, and then you Frankie.
Did your best.
I got to go.
Little help? (Toilet flushing) The cake is in the locker.
Is that code for something? It's code for I put the cake in Scott's locker.
What's in the cage? I got you a dove.
Fyi, if you care about your fingertip, do not pet it.
Oh, my gosh.
Here he comes.
Hey, Scott.
It's me.
Taylor hathaway.
Hey.
So, find anything interesting in your locker? Um, no.
Nothing worth mentioning.
So, I'm gonna go now.
What was that? Maybe he just didn't see it in there.
Pretty sure he did.
Not interested? Boy, that guy does not like cake.
Good thing we didn't use the dove.
All right.
Let's show this creep this is a no-haunting house.
Louie, set up the ghost camera.
Dad, turn on the ghost trap.
I'll put out the scones.
(Sniffs) We're not animals.
Okay.
All ready for bed.
It's only 7:00.
That's what you're going to sleep in? - I'm gonna be on camera, right? - Yes.
Then yes.
So, how's all this going to work? Okay, at bedtime you'll sleep on the couch while we keep watch.
When this ghost trap senses haunting vibrations, the lid drops and wham! We've got our ghost squatter.
Are you sure it's safe? Relax, we won't let anything happen to you, bait.
I mean, Michelle.
I can't believe Scott turned out to be such a mean, cake-hating, chocolate-smearing jerk.
Who knew there was a heart of darkness behind those steely eyes, silky hair, and chisel thank you, Meadow.
I just wish there was a way to teach him a lesson.
Payback, huh? Yeah, but I could never do anything like that.
Right.
You could never do anything like that.
I'm just going to forget about it.
Exactly.
You can just forget all about it.
What are you winking at? Did I wink? I'm gonna get us something to drink.
Psst.
Ponytail.
I couldn't help but overhear your conversation with my sister.
What about it? So, here's the thing.
I've been told I can't tease, mock, or torture anyone in my family.
You're looking for revenge, and I'm looking for a way to mess up someone's day.
You interested? What you got in mind? Here's a few samples of my work.
You're hired.
(Low rumbling) (Device beeping) We got him! Oh, yeah, that's what happens when you mess with the prestons! Guys, where's my mom? (Piano rumbling) Thank you, one and all, for staying awake and protecting me.
Must not tease.
You ladies step back, 'cause I'm guessing we're about to see one nasty, ugly, terrifying all: Miles? Hey, guys.
Did we get him? Wait.
Why am I no! What? Excuse me, Spock ears.
Hey, I find that nickname very offensive.
My name is turdlington.
Know what? Just call me Spock ears.
Why are you putting books in Scott tomlinson's locker? This is my locker.
- Your locker? - Yeah.
And by the way, you really upset my girlfriend with your little love cake.
Wait, wait, so your girlfriend smashed the cake in my locker? Wait, wait, you have a girlfriend? That's right.
This vulcan's off-limits.
Guys, I know you've been wondering.
I nursed that lost kitten back to health and found its mama.
His name is Kirby.
(Whispering) I love you.
Taylor, I've got great news.
Mine's better.
I just found out that it wasn't Scott who smeared the cake.
I put it in the wrong locker.
He's not a jerk.
What's your great news? I put a touch-sensitive football filled with mustard in Scott's backpack, that's set to explode when he takes it out.
But it doesn't sound so great now.
Mustard? All over Scott? Sensitive, kitten-saving Scott? I also included a five-page note about what a jerk he is and signed it "Taylor hathaway.
" What? Plus a photo of you, in case he forgot who you were.
Why would you do that? I said I didn't want to do anything.
And you didn't do anything.
You really need to stop that.
The horror! The horror! I know.
That eye patch on Michelle was not a good look.
Not that.
I can't believe I'm the ghost who's been haunting her.
Why don't I remember it? Because you were sleep-haunting.
It happens when a friendly ghost like you doesn't haunt enough when he's awake.
You're just lucky I didn't wake up.
Could've really hurt you, bro.
It's snuggle time.
(Laughs) If you'll excuse me.
You got to help me.
I'm a monster.
Son, the only way you'll stop sleep-haunting is to haunt while you're awake.
You got to get it out of your system.
Haunt? On purpose? Well, if that's what it's gonna take.
Miles, are you saying what I think you're saying? Dad, let's haunt.
I've been waiting a long time to hear those words! I still can't believe you put an exploding, mustard-filled football in Scott tomlinson's backpack.
So, we're not at the laughing-about-it stage yet? Guess not.
All right.
We need that ball.
You go over and talk to Scott, while I sneak up behind him and take his bag.
Cool, our first mission.
Operation: Get the bag.
You should name future operations.
Hi, Scott.
Looking forward to practice? Practice.
Thanks for reminding me.
He took the bag into the boys' locker room.
Yeah, that's not good.
Now what? I am not going in there.
Do you have a better plan? - Actually - That doesn't involve doves? I do not.
What are we gonna do? All: Crush 'Em.
And how are we gonna do it? All: By crushing 'Em.
And then what're we gonna do? All: Crush 'Em again.
No.
We're gonna go read to the elderly.
You guys saw my sign-up sheet, right? All: Yeah! What up, fellas? You got room for two more recruits? Let's crush stuff! All: Yeah! How'd the haunting go? Tough day out there.
Tough day.
I can only haunt when I'm angry.
I tried, but I just couldn't get mad at anything.
I'm so frustrated I could Hand out these lollipops.
You sicken me.
Ooh, lemon! Hello? If anybody in this room can make Miles angry, it's me.
Have you seen my work? It's true.
She has a gift.
Thanks, Louis, but as you know, my talents haven't been appreciated of late.
Please, Michelle, let Frankie loose.
I can't stand the thought of haunting you again.
You saw yourself in those pigtails, right? Mmm.
All right, Frankie.
I know I sound like an awful mother right now, but be yourself.
I didn't hear "please.
" I said it with my eyes.
Yes, ma'am.
Now's our chance.
Let's just grab Scott's bag and get out of here.
Don't forget the note.
And the note.
And the photo.
You're killing me.
(Whistle blows) Okay, guys.
Let's see some inchworm spirit! All: Yeah! Yeah! Who are you guys? Uh, we're the new transfer students.
And we're boys.
Kind of scrawny-looking.
I get that from my mom.
Some people think we're sisters.
Uh, what he meant to say was, drink plenty of water, yo.
Thank you.
Someone read my pamphlet on hydration.
All: Yeah! Oh, no, the ball.
(Both screaming) It didn't explode.
Maybe we're okay.
Dude, I think something's wrong with your football.
(Football ticking) It's making noise.
- Oh, it's gonna blow.
- I'm sure it's fine.
Toss it back and put some heat on it this time, huh? No! What is going on? Uh, it's kind of a long story.
I thought this football was going to explode, but obviously I was Right.
What if Frankie can't get Miles mad enough to scare? Please, ray.
I've seen her make a grown man cry.
That was one time.
Well? How'd it go? In all my years of tormenting, I've never met someone I couldn't break.
Until today.
I destroyed sock puppets, bow ties, sock puppets wearing bow ties.
The kid won't crack.
I'm the worst.
I'm too happy.
It's making me angry just watching him not get angry.
The worst part of this is I disappointed the people who I love more than anything.
My family.
Wait, family, that's it.
Follow my lead.
Miles, you are a disappointment, but at least you're not half as bad as your dumb little brother.
Excuse me? - I'm sure she didn't mean - That's right, dumb.
I would've used a bigger word, but you wouldn't have understood it.
The good name of Louie Preston will not be insulted like that.
Game on.
Game over.
Guys, please stop arguing.
It's very upsetting.
You know what upsets me? Listening to ray play his saxophone.
Or should I say, his stinks-a-phone? (Gasps) Michelle! You don't like jazz, huh? Guess your bad taste in music goes perfectly with your bad taste in pies.
Dad! How dare you? (Overlapping arguing) And I'm gonna tell you short shorts are coming back into style! Silence! (Rumbling) What is going on here? We don't fight.
We are a family! This is a house of love! - Whoa.
- Awesome.
He did it.
He's haunting.
(Roars) (Both screaming) Come again! Hey.
Taylor, right? Hey, Scott.
I mean, Scott, right? Look, sorry about that football.
That was so weird.
But still not as weird as you in the boys' locker room.
Yeah, you know, I was just doing undercover research for a paper on locker room benches And stuff.
Well, it was hysterical.
Plus, you totally saved me.
I'm super-allergic to mustard.
- You are? - My bad.
If that hit me, I would've had to miss our first game.
Not to mention, pet adoption day.
This weekend at the mall? No way, I'm totally going to that.
Me too.
Maybe we should hang out.
Wow.
Um I wow.
Yes.
Her answer is yes.
Awesome.
See you then.
(Both screaming) He totally likes you.
This is crazy.
Listen, Taylor.
I'm really sorry.
I shouldn't have gotten you into this mess in the first place.
Are you kidding? Because of you, I took a chance and talked to Scott.
I'm glad you're my friend, marsh-Meadow.
Thanks.
Wait.
Marsh-Meadow? My nickname? Do you like it? I love it, Taylor-tot! - No.
- Got it.
Nice haunt, son.
Did you see those people run? Yes, I did.
Right into the bakery across the street.
Well, I'm glad it's all over, but I couldn't have done it without Frankie.
It was easy once I remembered how much family means to you.
And Louie was super-convincing, too.
Yeah.
Thanks for going along with all my fake insults, pal.
What? I mean, yeah.
Totally aware that's what we were doin' back there.
Hey, Louie, could you float that napkin over here? Here comes my piece of cake.
Oopsie.
Here's your napkin.
Eat up.