To make a costume,

all you need is stuff from around your house.

Ooh.

[laughing]

This totally beats my princess pony costume

from last year. [chuckles]

Come here.

[screaming]

[laughing]

[growling]

What is wrong with you? Can't you two see

that this Halloween thing is all a ruse?

Oh, Halloween is a terrible night.

Disguised villagers lurk around every corner,

[grunting]

and they take your candy.

- No. - Not our candy.

[crying]

Yes. Now you see.

If we're going to survive the night,

we shouldn't be dulling our wits with droll driddle.

We should be sharpening our senses with something scary.

Prepare yourselves for horrors

more terrible than even your darkest nightmares.

[laughing]

Ha ha.

[laughing]

[growling]

[laughing]

Now, mow my lawn.

I hope you do windows!

[laughing]

Whoa!

Would you be a dear and rub my tootsies?

Not like you got a choice! [laughing]

[grunting]

[screaming]

[grunting]

My curse has been reversed!

I guess to control your mind, you need a mind to control!

Oh! [screaming]

[thudding]

Stay away!

Ooh, cookie! [thudding]

Thanks, Granny Tentacles. Got anymore? Huh? Ooh.

Huh? Hey!

Huh?

Hey, hey.

[chuckles]

Prune juice, anyone? It's got extra fiber.

[groaning]

Oh, Granny Tentacles!

Bring me another lemonade, would you?

I'll have another me-cookie!

Coming right up...

Ooh.

along with my lunch.

[female screaming]

It's time for the best part of Halloween.

We're going to get candy.

Trick or treat.

Whoo. There's no candy for you here.

Sure there is.

It's kind of stale, though.

[screaming]

My vintage Mermaid Man and Barnacle Boy collector's candy!

[sobbing, muttering indistinctly]

Thousands of dollars of corn syrup

down the drain! [crying]

Oh, sorry. I'll give it back.

Here.

[laughing]

The villagers, Fester! They found us.

All right, SpongeMonster, go scare him off.

[growling]

[gasping]

I couldn't do it. The villagers are too scary.

And they had a monster too.

Sweet Neptune.

The ritualistic toilet papering has already begun.

What do we do, master?

The only thing we can do,

watch more TV and hope they go away.

[thudding]

Oh, boy, breakfast time.

[groaning]

Egad, Pat-Tron! What's the matter?

[groaning]

Ow, my robot tum-tum.

What is in this garbage? Let's see,

"Logic Loops. Free prize inside."

Oh, what does this crank do?

["Pop Goes the Weasel" playing]

Robo alien invader?

[screeching] Ow!

I'm a mommy!

[laughing]

That's not your baby, Pat-Tron. That's a murder machine!

Don't be silly. He's just a little hungry.

Oh, I'll make him a bottle! Here!

[snarling]

[screaming]

[screaming]

Now, now, baby. No biting the captain.

Here's baby's baba.

Time for burpies.

[burping] Aah! Is that acid?

[screaming]

Oh, dear. I'll get a towel.

[roaring, screaming]

[grunting]

Baby's first steps! Awww, look at him go!

[screaming]

That's it! I'm done with your nonsense!

Open the airlock!

We're flushing that monster out into space!

My baby's not a monster! He's a growing boy!

Look how big he's getting!

[beeping]

[screaming]

Oh! My baby, you're safe.

Huh.

How many times has this happened to you?

You turn into a sea wolf, only to realize

you haven't had a trim since the last full moon.

Only every month!

But what am I supposed to do about it?

I'll tell you, friend. You head straight

to Madame Hagfish's Were-Hair Boutique!

We'll give you a wash. We'll give you a trim.

We'll paint your nails and perfume your tails.

So come on down to Madame Hagfish's

Were-Hair Boutique, and let us transform you!

[howling, cheering]

The villagers, they're back. We're doomed.

Quickly, Patgor, battle stations!

Boil up a cauldron of oatmeal!

Yes, master.

Those are some weird disguises for feudal villagers.

Trick or treat!

Patgor, let 'er rip!

Yes, master!

We did it, we did it, we did it!

Hello?

Hello, I'm the gas guy. I'm here to check your meter.

Whoa! Ah.

Phew. Well, it's about time.

The monster's been extra gassy this week.

[grunting]

Here's his meter.

I don't know. See what you can do with it.

Pfft, I think know how to do my job.

[thudding, grunting]

Come on. Where's that candy?

Ah!

Ooh, score! A jelly bean!

Candy? Gimme!

[groaning]

[screaming]

[screaming]

[grunting]

[grunting]

You can't keep me out of your house!

I'm on basic cable!

Isn't there something else on?

[gasping] Candy!

[screaming] Do something, master!

Huh?

[screaming]

[music playing]

Hmm. Candy?

And right here, just for us,

we're gonna paint a little candy.

Well, Patrick, what'll it be? Will you take this jar of candy,

or will you take the mystery prize?

It's time... to... negotiate!

Nah, that's okay. All I want is the candy.

See you later!

[screaming]

[grunting]

Whoa, how'd we get home?

I don't know, but I got us candy!

Ooh, oh, boy!

I'm gonna eat all the Nut Cracklers first!

Ooh, or the Tropical Fruit Fuzzies!

No, wait! The Cocoa Chunkers!

Midnight! We survived Halloween!

We're safe! At least until...

[jingle bells chiming]

Oh, no, it couldn't be! It's too soon!

There's only 54 shopping days left!

Get your tree now!

[knocking]

♪ We wish you a merry Christmas We wish you a merry Christmas ♪

♪ We wish you A merry Christmas ♪

Patgor, battle stations!