I'm calling a taxi.

I got rhythm.

It's such a big fright, that your heart is gonna stop from all the shock.

I hate it when you do this.

You close your eyes.

And hope that smells just your imagination.

Will you make him stop?

Nasty surprise.

You hold your breath and wait for it to pass.

Don't be an ass.

Michael Jackson.

You think that's good?

You should hear my Tito.

We've talked about this.

You know how I feel about spontaneous musical outbursts.

Darkness falls across the land.

The midnight hour is close at hand.

Creatures crawl in search of blood to terrorize your neighborhood.

And whosoever shall be found without the sword for getting down must stand and face the hounds of hell and rot inside the corpse's shell.

And though you fight to stay alive, your body starts to shiver for no mere mortal can resist the evil of the greener.

Now this is Halloween.

Oh man, oh man, me and my big mouth.

I knew I should have stayed home tonight.

Oh, it's you again.

Fiona, time to go.

Ah!

Puss?

Donkey!

Oh no!

Not this!

Not dancing!

Oh no!

Not this!

Not dancing!

Not dancing!

All right, that's enough.

Yeah!

You're a tragic villain here tonight.

Your brain may say it's wrong, but your heart should know it's right.

To love the villain, you can't fight.

You'll dance all through the night.

Nothing but thriller, thriller.

Thriller!

All right, give me that.

You're too bright night.

Cool it will thrill you more than any ogre'd ever dare try.

Thriller!

And though you might try running for your life, you're stuck in thriller.

Jedi killer.

What's the line?

Ah!

Oh, I'm going to be sore in the morning.

Oh no.

Oh, come on now, Puss.

Fiona?

Donkey!

It's me!

What is...

Oh, please tell me it's over.

Over?

Sweet, you slept through the previews.

For the next three hours, you're looking at nothing but children and puppets and nuns.

Oh my.

No!