The Ghost and Molly McGee (2021) s02e12 Episode Script

1
(laughing maniacally)
-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! ♪
-(yells)
BOTH: 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! ♪
BOTH: We're never gonna be apart ♪
Is there a way to hit restart? ♪
-Nope!
-BOTH: We're the ghost ♪
Ghost and Molly McGee ♪
-That's me!
-Well, that's she.
BOTH: The Ghost and Molly McGee! ♪
(spooky music)
-(school bell ringing)
-(children laughing)
MR. 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.
(indistinct 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.
-(bubbling)
(quietly)
Whoo. That's my best friend.
LIBBY: 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?
Uh, I don't think you were supposed
to literally grease anything.
-What's done is done.
-(squelches)
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.
(chuckles)
Do you get it? Because we're doing a
doing a play.
(chuckles)
Yeah, I'm a fun boss.
(chaotic 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.
-(laughter)
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.
Huh?
(grunts)
(laughter continues)
(gentle music)
-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?
-(staple thumps)
-(explosion)
Whoa!
(grunts)
Death Valley just exploded!
Who stamped the wrong scroll?
Uh
whoops.
(groans)
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-fashioned body swap?
Everyone knows
that that can only end in
-complete success for both of us.
-(chuckles)
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)
Hoo. Zippy-doo.
-Greetings, fellow kids.
-(upbeat music playing)
It's me, Molly McGee.
Unicorns. Rainbows.
Close-up magic sits on a throne of lies.
-(chuckles)
-(girl screams)
Now, let's get to the fun stuff.
-(all gasp)
-Attention, lazy slugs.
I better see some sets going up,
or I'm bringing the hammer down.
-On you!
-(all scream)
(students 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)
SCRATCH (in Molly's voice):
You guys are gonna 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!
-Oh!
-My bad. Sorry.
-(squelches)
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.
(tools whirring)
(intimidating music)
-La, la, la, la ♪
-(in Scratch's voice) Hmm. And that's
what I like to see.
Good job, Scratch.
You did this. Hold for applause.
(chuckles, gasps)
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?
(grunts)
I'll crack you, Georgie.
Crack you like an egg.
With a glass of OJ too.
Side of toast. Mm.
Sourdough.
(chuckles)
SCRATCH (in Molly's voice): I got to find
something to get through to Bart.
(trap door opens)
(in Scratch's voice) 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 some more star stickers
because everyone's doing so great.
-Uh, 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
(in magnified voice)
Cleanup on aisle 12!
(in Scratch's voice)
You know what I mean?
Well, it sounds like
we're both doing a great job.
Mm-hm. Yup.
-Yup.
-Yup.
-So great.
-Okay.
-Great. Oh.
-Going back out now. Back out.
Okay, cool. Awesome.
Mm-hm. 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.
-Crackin' eggs ♪
(grunts)
(in Scratch's voice) Jeez, Molly,
your cuticles are out of control.
You know what?
I'll connect you with my mani-pedi guy.
SCRATCH (in Molly's voice): 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?
Uh, 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 the 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, 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, all righty.
In that case, maybe I'll indulge.
A little slice.
But then it's straight back to work.
(chomps)
MR. 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?
(in normal voice)
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 music)
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.
SCRATCH AND MOLLY:
The Ghost and Molly McGee ♪
(uneasy music)
-(bubbling)
-SCRATCH: Is it gross?
-It's gross, isn't it?
-(Molly gags)
-No. It's, um
-(squelches)
Okay, I want to soften this blow,
but ooh, it's very bad.
I'm not asking you, Molly. I'm asking her.
-Oh.
-Yes, medically speaking,
this is super gross.
I've run exhaustive tests,
completed a full metaphysical exam,
and I have to conclude
there's nothing wrong with you.
These bubbles are psychosomatic.
The problem is in the mind.
(gasps)
His beautiful brainmeats?
-Can you help him?
-No, I'm not going into someone's mind.
Weird stuff in there. Bye!
A bill? For that?
And she's out of network?
Well, maybe there's something in here.
Molly, I told you that "Rare Curses" book
is for the Chairman's eyes only.
Do you want to get better or not?
Yeah, okay, go nuts.
Ooh, "a curse to turn me from 13 to 30
to learn a lesson
about the magic of childhood?"
Uh, saving you for later.
Oh, here we go.
MOLLY: A mind portal.
It lets us search your subconscious.
Whoa, I was kind of hoping
for something less invasive.
Maybe more topical.
Like a tincture or something?
Scratch, you look like
a bottle of soda someone shook up.
If you don't do something,
the carbonation's gonna explode.
But going into my mind?
I mean, there's some pretty complex stuff
going on in there.
I like tacos.
Hey, if you're searching for something,
you're gonna want me,
a world-renowned seeker
in the art of hide-and-seek.
-Found you!
-How?
Yeah, all right. Let's get it over with.
As Chairman of the Ghost World,
I cast a portal to the mind.
With access to the depths,
answers we shall find.
Ooh! Gonna search
all the crevices of your mind,
get to know you so good!
Whoa, this is
what your subconscious looks like?
Feels a bit uninspired on my part,
but the mind is a mystery.
See? Mystery.
Hi. You can go now.
-(grunts)
-Okay. How do we know
what we're looking for?
Well, the book said
to follow the ghostly glow.
Ah, we'll find it in no time.
We know all the best hiding spots
in the house.
It's time to enter
ba-ba-ba-bam-ba-bam seeker mode.
Ooh.
I'm trying to find ♪
What you're hiding ♪
In your mind ♪
Trying to find ♪
What you're hiding ♪
Digging deep ♪
In your brain ♪
Kinda cool ♪
Also very, very strange ♪
Search the closet ♪
Check the couch ♪
MOLLY: Ew!
Your stuffed animals
are freaking me out ♪
Easy, Twinkle Spots!
I'll find that glowing,
I'll find it fast ♪
I'll help by searching ♪
The tacos of my past ♪
Hey, Scratch. I've missed you, bud.
Mm. Not now.
I'm trying to find ♪
What you're hiding ♪
In your mind ♪
Got to seek it urgently ♪
But for real though,
where could it be? ♪
-I don't know.
-You can hide it from yourself ♪
But not from me ♪
I'm trying to find ♪
What you've been hiding ♪
Hiding, hiding in your mind ♪
It's got to be here somewhere.
What hiding spot am I missing?
Well, I guess I have a little secret spot
you don't know about.
-Just, uh, look away.
-(Molly sighs)
Scratch, you've got to start opening up.
Hiding things is
what got you all bubbly to begin with.
Fine. I mean, you're too big
to get in my dollhouse anyway.
But don't go thinking you can take
my secret stash of hard candies
just because you know where I hid them.
Molly McGee, what have I told you
about putting stickers on my house?
(splutters)
I didn't put that there!
You vetoed all my door decoration
suggestions on principle, remember?
I don't want the place to look inviting
when no one is invited.
It's false advertising.
Oh, wait, look! It's glowing.
That must be what we're looking for.
-(grunts)
-(door creaks)
-Uh, but what about my hard candies?
-(Molly screams)
-(water bubbling)
-(both scream)
Where are we?
(grunts)
Deeper into my subconscious.
And it looks like a boat?
Oh, maybe that means
you're emotionally adrift?
Uh, you're not
a mental health professional.
Don't psychoanalyze me.
It's not even a real boat.
It's made of cardboard.
Wow. My imagination
is really phoning it in, huh?
Sweet strawberry soda!
MOLLY: Whoa. Literally.
(slurping)
(smacking lips)
Mm. Artificial flavoring
and FDA-approved dyes?
That is strawberry soda, all right.
"Surly Sid's."
Are we inside a bottle?
A cardboard ship
in a Surly Sid's strawberry soda bottle?
What is my mind doing?
Maybe this is a metaphor
for how you're bottling your emotions up.
You've been repressing your feelings,
and now they're bubbling up
to the surface.
That's not I don't No.
There's no evidence
-I repress my feelings.
-Uh
-I think there is, bud.
-(bubbling)
Okay, fine. I'm irritated
about this whole bubble situation.
-That's one thing.
-Great. That's good.
And I'm freaking out
because I don't know
what any of this means,
and I don't know how deep
we're going to have to go
-to get answers.
-Okay, keep going.
SCRATCH:
And then there's all this stuff
-Uh-huh.
-that's just been brewing inside me,
and I don't know how to deal with it!
And that, whatever that thing is,
that scares me, okay?
-I'm scared!
-(both scream)
(gasps)
Scratch, you did it!
You stopped repressing your feelings.
Yeah. Yeah, I did.
And it feels like
a burden was lifted off my shoulders.
Okay, now we can get out of here.
Three, two, one.
(both scream, groan)
Okay, we're still in your subconscious.
I guess it wasn't just your feelings
you were repressing.
There's something else.
Hmm. Well, this looks pretty simple.
Just go open the trunk?
I mean, seems kind of
anticlimactic, right?
Yeah.
Okay, I should not have said anything.
How are we gonna get up there?
Uh, just a guess.
Hmm. Okay.
(Scratch grunts, pants)
Wait a minute. Why am I climbing?
-(screams, groans)
-(squelches)
SCRATCH: Why, subconscious? Why?
(Scratch grunting, panting)
(both grunting)
Okay, what is with this monkey already?
Why is it in a suit?
-(monkey chattering)
-And why is it on the phone?
Maybe it's got monkey business
to attend to.
(laughing)
Do you get it? Because he's
You know, they say
when you have to explain it
(laughing continues)
(gibbering, shrieking)
Ow! Hey, why are you
throwing bananas at us?
Yeah, you know, you're wasting
a perfectly good source of potassium.
Scratch, I think your brain is trying
to keep us from the top
because you're not ready to face
what you're repressing.
I don't even know what I've repressed.
That's the whole point. I've repressed it.
Come on, buddy. Dig deep.
(yelps, spits)
Uh, okay, maybe it's that time I, uh
I double-dipped at our barbecue
and lied about it?
Or when I used your dad's credit card
to buy a water scooter?
Have you really been avoiding
these memories?
You've brought up the water scooter
several times.
-The thing handles
-BOTH: Like a dream.
-I know.
-Okay, okay! I'm out of ideas, all right?
I'm an open book, Molly.
I have no idea what I would've repressed.
I mean, the only thing
I don't like thinking about is my past.
(bubbling)
Ding, ding, ding! That's got to be it!
Okay. I got to level with you, Molly.
Remember when you got me
that strawberry soda
to trigger my memory?
Yeah. It didn't work.
-Actually, it kind of did.
-(somber music)
I sort of remembered something.
Why didn't you tell me?
Because I don't want to think about it.
It scared me, so I just
shoved it down as hard as I could.
And the memories were supposed to go away.
But I guess
they just got to bubble up to the surface
in some kind of dumb metaphor.
Scratch, I think
if you want to be bubble-free,
you got to face those memories.
We have to look in that trunk.
Hey, I'm here for you. No matter what.
You got me.
Okay, let's get this over with.
But for the record,
I'm not doing this to appease you,
monkey businessman!
(mouthing)
Is that us?
No, I don't think so.
Behold! The Eiffel Tower.
On the starboard side, the Great Pyramids.
And straight ahead,
the tallest building in Chicago.
-SCRATCH: Wow.
-I can't wait till we're old enough.
We're gonna go to all these places,
you and me.
We'll mark every new place we visit
with a sticker.
Then one day,
the whole map will be covered in stars.
Let's make a promise.
Every time we drink this soda,
we'll think of each other.
That way, I'll never forget you.
And you'll never forget me.
(gentle music)
(both grunt)
Her name was Adia.
And I think she was my best friend.
I'm sorry, Scratch.
I know how hard it is
when friends move away.
But I want you to know I'm here for you,
and I'm not going anywhere.
(bubbling)
(water splashes)
(disgusted groan)
A heads-up next time?
Some got in my mouth! So gross.
(inhales deeply, blows air)
Thanks for pushing me
to face my past, Moll.
I'd hate to not remember you.
Same here, buddy.
Uh, quick question, though.
What was the deal
with the monkey in the suit?
Who can fathom the mysteries of my mind?
Let's get some tacos.
SCRATCH AND MOLLY:
The Ghost and Molly McGee ♪
(closing theme music)