Austin and Ally s03e20 Episode Script

I am the electric Avenger! And I'm his trusty sidekick, Spark Plug! Austin, you look awesome.
And Dez, you look like A garbage can.
I was so busy making Austin's costume, I didn't have time to work on mine.
But I'm still a superhero who keeps the streets clean.
Of crime! And trash.
Oh! Cute nurse's costume.
Oh, this isn't a costume.
I got a job at a nursing home.
It's perfect me and the old people take naps at the same time.
Well, you can still wear it to Jimmy Starr's Halloween party.
Whoo! Looks like we're all ready to go.
And when I say "we're all ready," I mean, Ally, hurry up and get ready.
Just give me a sec.
Ah! All set.
Guess who I am.
Glass-thingy-in-her-eye girl? No! I'm Sylvia Von Harden.
German? Influential journalist and poet? Oh, that Sylvia Von Harden.
Oh Is it just me, or did the lights go out? The lights went out.
Is it just me, or did someone just scream? You just screamed.
Is it just me, or do I keep saying "is it just me"? There's no need to panic.
It's not like we're stuck here.
Okay, panic.
We're stuck here.
My dad installed automatic door locks.
We can't leave until the power comes back on.
That means we're trapped in a dark music store on the scariest night of the year.
The night the headless security guard roams the mall looking for a new head.
Me again? I can't get a hold of my dad.
Who knows how long we're going to be stuck here? Ah, man.
We're going to miss Jimmy's party.
And get our heads chopped off by the headless security guard! Muah-ha-ha-ha-ha Actually, he doesn't have an evil laugh.
He doesn't have a mouth.
Hey, why don't we have a contest to see who can tell the scariest story? Oh, great idea.
I'm totally going to beat you and Dez.
What about me? Hey! Just because I don't like being scared doesn't mean I can't scare you guys.
Ally, please.
Leave the scary stuff to the experts.
Hey, what's that in the window? What? Boo! Dez, don't scare Ally like that.
Scare her like this.
Guys, stop it.
It's okay, Ally.
I won't scare you.
Thanks, Trish.
Can you guys just tell your stupid stories? Okay, I'll go first.
My story's called "the creature from the South Beach swamp.
" It was a dark and foggy night.
Mm-hmm.
Okay.
Tell me what happened.
Well, I was standing right where you're standing, when this tall green thing came out of the water.
Sounds like the South beach swamp creature to me.
He's been terrorizing these parts for years.
They say he emerges from the water, sneaking up behind his victims.
Rumor has it, he's covered in green moss, walks with a limp, and before he drags his victims to a watery grave, he makes an eerie, low moan.
Mm-hmm, just like that.
No! Don't take me.
I'm too pretty to die.
No! Be your friend.
Hmm.
No! Wait Did you say "be your friend" or "eat you, friend"? Uh The first one.
Whoo! All right.
It was horrible.
He was tall, smelly and disgusting.
There he is! And the swamp creature's with him.
Don't hurt us.
I'm too pretty to die.
Don't be scared.
He's just like me and you.
Except apparently he eats tambourines.
Whoo! Don't be alarmed by his backwoods ways.
He's just misunderstood.
Look what I taught him.
What up? What are you going to do with him? You can't just send him back to the swamp.
That poor, hideous thing must be so lonely.
We gotta get him out of here before people try to hurt him.
People are only afraid of the swamp creature because he's different.
We need to show the townsfolk that he's just like them.
There's only one way to do that.
Slowly integrate him into society by teaching him manners and our social norms? No.
We're going to do a song-and-dance routine.
Mm-hmm.
Ladies and gentlemen, for years we've been terrified of the swamp creature.
But tonight, you'll see there's nothing to fear.
Come on out, swampy.
No no! Don't be afraid.
Wait till you see his footwork.
Mm-hmm.
Hit it! Litter bug! Calm down.
He's harmless! Okay, maybe he's extremely dangerous.
For someone who hates littering, he's sure making a mess.
What were you thinking, swampy? You can't just go crazy in front of people like that.
Now we're never going to make it to Broadway.
Mm-mm.
Knowing the swamp creature could never live amongst humans, sheriff Dez took him back to the South Beach swamp.
Knowing you can never live amongst us humans, I've taken you back to the South Beach swamp.
I'm going to miss you.
What up? Friends forever? Friends forever.
All right, big guy.
You can let go now.
Forever.
What? No! I don't want to go to a watery grave.
I told you, I'm too pretty to die! No! So the swamp creature took the sheriff to a watery grave? Yep.
I guess you could say they lived happily never after.
Not scary.
On a scale of To I give it a meh.
Ooh! My turn.
Get ready for "the tale of the haunted violin.
" It was a dark and foggy night.
Wow! Esmeralda, are you sure you've never taken lessons before? I've been playing for years.
Maybe you should be giving me lessons.
Okay.
See you tomorrow.
Hey, Ally.
Hey, Esmeralda.
Up high? Down low.
Too slow! Oh, I love that kid.
Hey, have you seen my guitar? It's like it just vanished.
No, but that's not the first instrument that's gone missing.
A lot of weird stuff has been going on around here.
Ah! Like that.
What's going on? Guess who's here to haunt you! Who are you? I am Patricia.
You sold my violin, and I want it back.
She she she sold it.
I don't even work here.
Uh, we sell lots of violins.
Can you be more specific? Mahogany, yea big.
It says "haunted" on the case.
Oh, that one.
It was a phone order.
I sold it a couple of weeks ago.
I think I still have the address.
Well, get it back, or I will haunt you forever! You mean you'll haunt her, right? 'Cause again, I don't even work get my violin! So they traced the address of the customer who bought the violin, and it led them to an unusual location.
A cemetery? What an unusual location.
Do you hear that? I can't hear anything over that creepy violin music.
I'm talking about the creepy violin music.
So you sold the violin to a guy who lives at a cemetery? Yeah.
His name is Dezmond Moorehouse III.
That's the name on that gravestone.
That means I sold the violin to a Yep.
A dead guy! Has Patricia sent you for the violin? You know her? She used to be my love, but then we quarreled on her birthday and she hasn't talked to me in two centuries.
Ohh.
How sad.
And terrifying.
But, um, mostly sad.
I bought her violin, hoping it would lure her to me.
Um If we want Patricia to stop haunting sonic boom, we need to get her and Dezmond back together.
We'll tell her we found her violin at the cemetery.
When she gets here, Dezmond can win her back.
It shouldn't be too hard.
He's drop dead gorgeous.
So, you found my violin? Yes, but we don't have it.
Who does? Hello, Patricia.
You.
You look good.
You don't look a day over 250.
I'm still not talking to you.
What kind of husband puts dynamite on a birthday cake? I thought they were really big candles.
I made a wish and my head blew off.
Mine blew off as well! Guys guys.
Forget who blew up who.
That was a long time ago.
The point is, he took your violin so that you would come back to him.
Is that true, Dezmond? I guess I still have feelings for you.
I guess I've always stop talking and come here.
I may be dead, but I don't have eternity to listen to you blabber on.
Aww.
Excuse me? A little privacy here.
You're the ones who can disappear.
Oh, right.
I'm glad we got them back together.
Yeah.
And now that Patricia has her violin back, sonic boom won't be haunted anymore.
Or not.
Hello.
Esmeralda, what are you doing here? I wanted to thank you for getting my parents back together.
Wait.
Your parents are Patricia and Dezmond? I've been giving lessons to a ghost.
I said I've been playing for years.
Hundreds of years.
And I'm gonna haunt you for 100 more.
By the way, I can't make my lesson next Tuesday.
I have a dentist appointment! And that's the story of the haunted violin.
Esmeralda still haunts the music store To this day! Uh, now I really want to get out of here.
Please, the only thing scary about being trapped here is having to listen to Dez's lame stories.
I hope the power comes on soon.
They say the headless security guard makes his final rounds at midnight.
Relax, Ally.
You're not gonna lose your head for another four minutes.
Oh, good.
So I still have time to tell my story.
I call it "the Teddy bear scare.
" Four friends were coming back from a fun day at the carnival.
Awesome! Man, I love the carnival.
Those bumper cars were so much fun.
That was the parking lot.
And next time, I'm driving.
I can't believe you won that bear.
I don't even want it.
You guys want it? Oh, no, thanks.
I'd take it, but there's not enough room on my bed for another stuffed I mean I'm a little old for stuffed animals, don't you think? Something about this thing's eyes freak me out.
I'm getting rid of it.
That reminds me.
I told my dad we'd clean the upstairs refrigerator.
Those old leftovers are starting to smell.
Oh, yes! I'm starving.
Whoo! Oh! You can smell those leftovers from wait, isn't that the bear you just threw away? Yeah.
That's weird.
How did it get up here? Guys, there's a perfectly good explanation for this.
There's clearly a space-time vortex in the downstairs garbage can.
I don't know what the explanation is, but it's definitely not that.
I don't care how it got up here, just get rid of it.
Let's throw it out the window.
Yeah.
Let's do it.
Ohh! - Whoo! - Looks like that truck took care of it.
Guys, there's obviously an explanation for this.
There's a second vortex there's no vortex! That thing's possessed.
This is really creeping me out.
I can't look at its eyes anymore.
I'll take care of it.
I'll take care of it.
Oh, get it.
You don't think? Go.
Okay.
Okay, this has to work.
When nothing seemed to work, the gang was forced to take extreme measures.
All right, that's it.
We have to take extreme measures.
Everybody, grab a leg.
Okay.
Not my leg.
The bear's leg.
Okay, I'm sending its right arm to China and its left arm to France.
And I'm sending its belly to Alaska and its legs to Africa.
And I'm sending its head to Fiji.
I hear it's lovely this time of year.
Okay.
Whoo.
Well, now that this is over I'm gonna take a nap.
I can finally sleep knowing I'm never gonna see that bear again.
Yeah.
I think I'll take that best scary story prize now.
We haven't heard Ally's story yet.
I bet it's really scary Hey, the lights are back on.
Finally, we can get out of here.
It's midnight.
You know what that means.
Oh, yeah.
Happy new year.
No! The headless security guard makes his final rounds at midnight.
Do you hear that? Look! The headless security guard! Run for your lives! Come on, guys.
We're running From the guy with no head.
Nice try, Ally.
Yeah, you're not fooling us.
That's George, the real mall security guard.
Fine.
You can come out from under there, George.
I told you they wouldn't fall for it.
Ally, you're just not cut for this kind of stuff.
Your idea of scary is getting a "b-plus" on a test.
Ha ha.
Very funny.
Yeah, Ally.
You're so not scary, it's scary.
Okay, I get it.
I told you.
Leave the scary stuff to the professionals.
Boo! I said "I get it.
" I get it, I get it, I get it! What's wrong with Ally?! I think she's possessed! So you're not scared of me? How about now?! Yes, we're scared.
Please don't hurt us.
I'm too pretty to die.
I got you.
- What? - I just scared you guys big time.
Wait.
That was all a prank? That's right.
I planned it all.
The lights, the tables, the instruments, the security guard.
Everything.
I can't believe you got us.
I was terrified.
Yeah, not cool, Ally.
Not cool.
She may have fooled you guys, but she didn't fool me.
I knew it was fake.
It was so obvious.
Boo! Wasn't Halloween great this year? Yeah, it was great how you pulled that prank on us.
You don't have to keep bringing it up.
Remember when you guys huddled together and were about to cry? That was hilarious.
It's not funny anymore.
Excuse me? I'm here to sign up for music lessons.
I hope you don't mind, I brought my Teddy bear with me.