Bunnicula (2016) s03e18 Episode Script
Good Luck Cricket
1
(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)
(SNARLING)
(LAUGHING)
(GROANS) How many
baskets so far?
Somewhere between
none and zero.
(MUTTERS)
How long
have we been at this?
A while.
Guys, if we wanna
dominate the boards,
we gotta up-tempo this game.
(SIGHS) It's pointless.
We'll never make one.
Our luck is bound to change.
There's no such thing
as luck, Harold.
Whoa.
(CHEERS)
See? Finally, a lucky shot.
I'm telling you,
there's no such thing.
Zip.
(BOTH CHEER)
The luck just keeps on coming.
There's no such thing
as luck!
(BOTH CHEER)
That's just a coincidence.
Luck has nothing
to do with it.
Uh-huh. Then how do you
explain that lucky cricket
over there?
CHESTER: Lucky cricket?
-Hello, lucky cricket.
-Hey.
Lucky cricket
is not a thing.
That is just
an ordinary cricket.
Oh, is he--
He's leaving now?
Okay, there he goes.
Does that mean
we're out of luck?
See? He's gone and we're
not lucky anymore.
That proves it.
No, it doesn't.
(CHANTING) Lucky cricket.
-Lucky cricket.
-But a lucky cricket
is not a thing.
-HAROLD: Lucky cricket.
-It's not a thing.
Wait, please.
Oh, great and powerful
lucky cricket, we're sorry.
Chester was poo-pooing
your awesome powers.
He knows not what he does.
(CRYING) He knows not!
(PLAYING HIGH-PITCHED NOTE
REPEATEDLY)
(SCREAMS) It hurts my ears.
(ALL SCREAMING)
That sound. That sound.
(WHIMPERING)
I have to muffle it.
(MUTTERING)
(HIGH-PITCHED NOTE CONTINUES)
(ALL WHIMPERING)
And so ends another
musical feast for the soul.
How did you like it?
-(GASPS)
-(SCREAMS)
(CRYING)
(STUTTERS) That was music?
Yes, every time
I give you good luck,
I play you
beautiful music.
Oh, well, sign me up.
Harold, no!
Excuse me, Mr. Cricket.
My friends and I need
to a moment to talk
about something,
uh, completely unrelated
to this situation.
CRICKET: Oh, yes, of course,
of course.
We cannot get in
any deeper with this guy.
You hear those
brain-liquifying sounds.
Sure, it was the most
horrifying experience
of our lives.
But that was some
really good luck.
Think of all the things
we can do with it.
You two always dive
right into trouble,
and then it's up
to old Chester
to face the music.
Literally, this time.
We all have to promise
not to use this good luck,
agreed?
(MUTTERS HESITANTLY)
Come on, Harold.
That just leaves you.
We could But (SIGHS)
Harold.
Hmm (GRINDING TEETH)
Yeah, okay, sure.
Mr. Good Luck Cricket, sir,
thanks for the offer,
but we're all set here
on good luck.
Really? Well, if you say so,
I suppose I'll be
on my way then.
-Whew.
-Aww.
By the by, should you have
need of more of
my special good luck,
I'll always be right there
when you need me.
Well, that was unsettling.
Remember, no going back
on your word.
We never wanna have
to listen to that creepy
cricket's music ever again.
I am 100% sure you can
most likely count on me.
(SIGHS)
Just my luck.
My favorite chew toy
is all chewed out.
Goodbye, Beefios Takerton.
(SPRINGING)
Huh? Oh, it's you.
Sure would be lucky
if I suddenly found
a new chew toy
to replace my old one.
(GASPS) I mean,
just between us.
(HUMMING)
(EXCLAIMS)
-(TIRES SCREECHING)
-(CRASHES)
(WOMAN SHRIEKS)
(SQUEAKS)
Wow.
All the new chew toys
I could want.
That was some good luck.
(TOY SQUEAKING)
Wait a minute.
I think there's
something about luck
that I wasn't supposed to do.
-Nah, I'm sure it's nothing.
-(TOY SQUEAKING)
(MUTTERING)
Huh? Oh.
(GASPS)
(STOMACH RUMBLING)
(ROARS)
(WHINING)
-(SPRINGING)
-(GASPS)
Oh, it's you.
(MUTTERS)
(BUNNICULA SCREAMS)
Hey, look at all
these carrots.
Hey, Frankie, next time
you order restaurant supplies,
make sure you put
that decimal point
in the right place.
(EXCLAIMS)
Ah, this is the life.
Reading a brand-new book
in my favorite quiet spot.
(CHEW TOY SQUEAKING)
Harold, what's with
all the squeaking?
-(TOYS SQUEAKING)
-What squeaking?
Harold, where did you
get all those chew toys?
-These chew toys?
-Yes.
Let's just say
I lucked into them.
You lucked into them?
Hasn't Cricket
lucked into them?
-(HUMMING)
-Bunnicula, how did you get
all these carrots?
I got lucky.
Bunnicula says
he just got lucky.
"Lucky"? As in cricket-lucky?
-(HIGH-PITCHED NOTE
PLAYING REPEATEDLY)
-Oh, no. That sound.
-You didn't.
-Oh, no, I didn't do anything.
It's all your fault.
I just happened
to have really good luck.
Yeah, me too.
I knew you couldn't
control yourselves.
You both used
the cricket's luck,
and now he's coming.
(CRYING)
Where? Where is he?
-CRICKET: Greetings.
-(ALL SCREAM)
I'm all warmed up
and ready to play.
Shall we begin, then?
(PLAYING HIGH-PITCHED
NOTE REPEATEDLY)
(ALL SCREAM)
(WHIMPERING)
(GRUNTING)
(SCREAMING)
Huh? The sun.
Whew.
(HIGH-PITCHED NOTE PLAYING)
(SCREAMS)
No! I need something
to block my ears.
(SIGHING)
Ah, that's better.
Oh, no.
Oh, no. What have I done?
(SOBBING)
(WHINES)
Maybe I can drown
it out with music.
-(CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYING)
-(SIGHS)
(MUSIC DISTORTING)
Huh? What?
Aah!
(ALL PANTING)
(CRYING)
Why is this happening?
Because you used
the cricket's luck.
It had to be you.
Oh, no, you can ask Lugosi.
He was there.
(SPRINGING)
Huh? Oh, it's you.
Sure would be lucky
if I suddenly found
a new chew toy
to replace my old one.
(GASPS) I mean,
just between us.
Okay, not really my problem.
This pogo stick makes me
go bouncy, bouncy.
(LAUGHS MANIACALLY)
Yeah, a crazy day for both
of us, huh, buddy?
Then Bunnicula.
I knew it was you.
How else did you get
all those carrots?
(MUTTERING)
(ROARING)
(WHINING)
(GASPS) Oh, it's you.
(MUTTERS)
But, Master,
if you require luck,
why not simply use
your lucky rabbit's foot?
(MUTTERING EXCITEDLY)
Okay, bye, Master.
I love you.
Bunn says he used
his lucky rabbit foot,
not the cricket.
It wasn't either of us.
Oh, hello. There you are.
(ALL SCREAM)
A deal is a deal.
You used my luck,
and now it's time
for the music.
But we didn't use your luck.
It wasn't me,
it wasn't Bunnicula.
-Uh-uh.
-And Chester,
well, he would never
use your luck.
He was the one who was
most against it
in the first place.
Tell him, Chester.
Yes, tell them, Chester.
Okay, it was me.
BOTH: Whoa.
BOTH: Chester!
All I wanted was
some peace and quiet.
(BOTH LAUGHING)
Just my luck.
I got a brand-new book,
and Harold and Bunnicula
are in my favorite
reading spot.
(SPRINGING)
Huh? It's you.
It looks like you
could use some good luck.
No, no way.
Under no circumstances
will I use your luck.
-(CRASHES)
-(BUNNICULA MUTTERING)
(COUCH SQUEAKING)
HAROLD: That is fun!
(LAUGHING)
Some quiet would be
really nice right now.
I guess just a little
luck wouldn't hurt.
Those two shall
now conveniently,
and luckily leave you alone.
-(SQUEAKING)
-(POPS)
Beefy! No.
-(STOMACH RUMBLING)
-(MUTTERS)
Let's go bury you
in the yard, Beefy.
Wow, it worked.
Now, to enjoy the silence.
Sorry, guys.
For shame, Chester.
(MUTTERS)
I'll make this right.
Mr. Good Luck Cricket,
please just play for me.
Right, then.
But this time,
I feel like playing
a different song.
(PLAYING CLASSICAL MUSIC)
(ALL EXCLAIM)
I am forever changed.
That was more melodious
than a thousand squeaky toys.
The earlier song you were
playing was just garbage.
This totally makes up for it.
(GASPS) You didn't like
the other song?
How very rude indeed.
Well, I don't have
to take this.
I'll take my good luck
and good music elsewhere.
Good day.
(LAUGHS)
CHESTER: Wait!
HAROLD: Mr. Good Luck
Cricket, please.
CHESTER: Please come back.
HAROLD: That's why we can't
have nice things.
(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)
(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)
(SNARLING)
(LAUGHING)
(GROANS) How many
baskets so far?
Somewhere between
none and zero.
(MUTTERS)
How long
have we been at this?
A while.
Guys, if we wanna
dominate the boards,
we gotta up-tempo this game.
(SIGHS) It's pointless.
We'll never make one.
Our luck is bound to change.
There's no such thing
as luck, Harold.
Whoa.
(CHEERS)
See? Finally, a lucky shot.
I'm telling you,
there's no such thing.
Zip.
(BOTH CHEER)
The luck just keeps on coming.
There's no such thing
as luck!
(BOTH CHEER)
That's just a coincidence.
Luck has nothing
to do with it.
Uh-huh. Then how do you
explain that lucky cricket
over there?
CHESTER: Lucky cricket?
-Hello, lucky cricket.
-Hey.
Lucky cricket
is not a thing.
That is just
an ordinary cricket.
Oh, is he--
He's leaving now?
Okay, there he goes.
Does that mean
we're out of luck?
See? He's gone and we're
not lucky anymore.
That proves it.
No, it doesn't.
(CHANTING) Lucky cricket.
-Lucky cricket.
-But a lucky cricket
is not a thing.
-HAROLD: Lucky cricket.
-It's not a thing.
Wait, please.
Oh, great and powerful
lucky cricket, we're sorry.
Chester was poo-pooing
your awesome powers.
He knows not what he does.
(CRYING) He knows not!
(PLAYING HIGH-PITCHED NOTE
REPEATEDLY)
(SCREAMS) It hurts my ears.
(ALL SCREAMING)
That sound. That sound.
(WHIMPERING)
I have to muffle it.
(MUTTERING)
(HIGH-PITCHED NOTE CONTINUES)
(ALL WHIMPERING)
And so ends another
musical feast for the soul.
How did you like it?
-(GASPS)
-(SCREAMS)
(CRYING)
(STUTTERS) That was music?
Yes, every time
I give you good luck,
I play you
beautiful music.
Oh, well, sign me up.
Harold, no!
Excuse me, Mr. Cricket.
My friends and I need
to a moment to talk
about something,
uh, completely unrelated
to this situation.
CRICKET: Oh, yes, of course,
of course.
We cannot get in
any deeper with this guy.
You hear those
brain-liquifying sounds.
Sure, it was the most
horrifying experience
of our lives.
But that was some
really good luck.
Think of all the things
we can do with it.
You two always dive
right into trouble,
and then it's up
to old Chester
to face the music.
Literally, this time.
We all have to promise
not to use this good luck,
agreed?
(MUTTERS HESITANTLY)
Come on, Harold.
That just leaves you.
We could But (SIGHS)
Harold.
Hmm (GRINDING TEETH)
Yeah, okay, sure.
Mr. Good Luck Cricket, sir,
thanks for the offer,
but we're all set here
on good luck.
Really? Well, if you say so,
I suppose I'll be
on my way then.
-Whew.
-Aww.
By the by, should you have
need of more of
my special good luck,
I'll always be right there
when you need me.
Well, that was unsettling.
Remember, no going back
on your word.
We never wanna have
to listen to that creepy
cricket's music ever again.
I am 100% sure you can
most likely count on me.
(SIGHS)
Just my luck.
My favorite chew toy
is all chewed out.
Goodbye, Beefios Takerton.
(SPRINGING)
Huh? Oh, it's you.
Sure would be lucky
if I suddenly found
a new chew toy
to replace my old one.
(GASPS) I mean,
just between us.
(HUMMING)
(EXCLAIMS)
-(TIRES SCREECHING)
-(CRASHES)
(WOMAN SHRIEKS)
(SQUEAKS)
Wow.
All the new chew toys
I could want.
That was some good luck.
(TOY SQUEAKING)
Wait a minute.
I think there's
something about luck
that I wasn't supposed to do.
-Nah, I'm sure it's nothing.
-(TOY SQUEAKING)
(MUTTERING)
Huh? Oh.
(GASPS)
(STOMACH RUMBLING)
(ROARS)
(WHINING)
-(SPRINGING)
-(GASPS)
Oh, it's you.
(MUTTERS)
(BUNNICULA SCREAMS)
Hey, look at all
these carrots.
Hey, Frankie, next time
you order restaurant supplies,
make sure you put
that decimal point
in the right place.
(EXCLAIMS)
Ah, this is the life.
Reading a brand-new book
in my favorite quiet spot.
(CHEW TOY SQUEAKING)
Harold, what's with
all the squeaking?
-(TOYS SQUEAKING)
-What squeaking?
Harold, where did you
get all those chew toys?
-These chew toys?
-Yes.
Let's just say
I lucked into them.
You lucked into them?
Hasn't Cricket
lucked into them?
-(HUMMING)
-Bunnicula, how did you get
all these carrots?
I got lucky.
Bunnicula says
he just got lucky.
"Lucky"? As in cricket-lucky?
-(HIGH-PITCHED NOTE
PLAYING REPEATEDLY)
-Oh, no. That sound.
-You didn't.
-Oh, no, I didn't do anything.
It's all your fault.
I just happened
to have really good luck.
Yeah, me too.
I knew you couldn't
control yourselves.
You both used
the cricket's luck,
and now he's coming.
(CRYING)
Where? Where is he?
-CRICKET: Greetings.
-(ALL SCREAM)
I'm all warmed up
and ready to play.
Shall we begin, then?
(PLAYING HIGH-PITCHED
NOTE REPEATEDLY)
(ALL SCREAM)
(WHIMPERING)
(GRUNTING)
(SCREAMING)
Huh? The sun.
Whew.
(HIGH-PITCHED NOTE PLAYING)
(SCREAMS)
No! I need something
to block my ears.
(SIGHING)
Ah, that's better.
Oh, no.
Oh, no. What have I done?
(SOBBING)
(WHINES)
Maybe I can drown
it out with music.
-(CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYING)
-(SIGHS)
(MUSIC DISTORTING)
Huh? What?
Aah!
(ALL PANTING)
(CRYING)
Why is this happening?
Because you used
the cricket's luck.
It had to be you.
Oh, no, you can ask Lugosi.
He was there.
(SPRINGING)
Huh? Oh, it's you.
Sure would be lucky
if I suddenly found
a new chew toy
to replace my old one.
(GASPS) I mean,
just between us.
Okay, not really my problem.
This pogo stick makes me
go bouncy, bouncy.
(LAUGHS MANIACALLY)
Yeah, a crazy day for both
of us, huh, buddy?
Then Bunnicula.
I knew it was you.
How else did you get
all those carrots?
(MUTTERING)
(ROARING)
(WHINING)
(GASPS) Oh, it's you.
(MUTTERS)
But, Master,
if you require luck,
why not simply use
your lucky rabbit's foot?
(MUTTERING EXCITEDLY)
Okay, bye, Master.
I love you.
Bunn says he used
his lucky rabbit foot,
not the cricket.
It wasn't either of us.
Oh, hello. There you are.
(ALL SCREAM)
A deal is a deal.
You used my luck,
and now it's time
for the music.
But we didn't use your luck.
It wasn't me,
it wasn't Bunnicula.
-Uh-uh.
-And Chester,
well, he would never
use your luck.
He was the one who was
most against it
in the first place.
Tell him, Chester.
Yes, tell them, Chester.
Okay, it was me.
BOTH: Whoa.
BOTH: Chester!
All I wanted was
some peace and quiet.
(BOTH LAUGHING)
Just my luck.
I got a brand-new book,
and Harold and Bunnicula
are in my favorite
reading spot.
(SPRINGING)
Huh? It's you.
It looks like you
could use some good luck.
No, no way.
Under no circumstances
will I use your luck.
-(CRASHES)
-(BUNNICULA MUTTERING)
(COUCH SQUEAKING)
HAROLD: That is fun!
(LAUGHING)
Some quiet would be
really nice right now.
I guess just a little
luck wouldn't hurt.
Those two shall
now conveniently,
and luckily leave you alone.
-(SQUEAKING)
-(POPS)
Beefy! No.
-(STOMACH RUMBLING)
-(MUTTERS)
Let's go bury you
in the yard, Beefy.
Wow, it worked.
Now, to enjoy the silence.
Sorry, guys.
For shame, Chester.
(MUTTERS)
I'll make this right.
Mr. Good Luck Cricket,
please just play for me.
Right, then.
But this time,
I feel like playing
a different song.
(PLAYING CLASSICAL MUSIC)
(ALL EXCLAIM)
I am forever changed.
That was more melodious
than a thousand squeaky toys.
The earlier song you were
playing was just garbage.
This totally makes up for it.
(GASPS) You didn't like
the other song?
How very rude indeed.
Well, I don't have
to take this.
I'll take my good luck
and good music elsewhere.
Good day.
(LAUGHS)
CHESTER: Wait!
HAROLD: Mr. Good Luck
Cricket, please.
CHESTER: Please come back.
HAROLD: That's why we can't
have nice things.
(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)