Spooky Buddies

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Move 'em out, boys!

[indistinct chatter]

- [man 1] Let's go!

- [dog barking]

[man 2] Move it out!

[owl hooting]

Tonight... is the night.

[hooting]

All Hallow's Eve.

The moon is full.

I'll show all those fools

just how powerful

Warwick the Warlock really is!

[hooting] Master, you are the evilest.

Yes, I am.

Excuse me, Mr. Hoot, sir?

When do we get to meet

the Howlloween Hound?

I think Master's almost ready.

- [barking]

- The manor!

That no-good Warwick.

He must have the puppies.

- [barking]

- Give me those bolt cutters.

[barking]

Drat.

We must hurry. [hiccups]

Howlloween Hound

on All Hallow's Eve...

...with the moon full and bright,

open a portal beyond light.

Call three times to summon

a hound of great might.

The souls of five puppies

you shall have on this night.

Howlloween Hound.

Howlloween Hound!

To our side, Howlloween Hound!

Who dares summon me?

I do, Hound.

Warwick the Great.

I have the five puppy souls

of the same blood.

I believe they are

what you need to open the portal.

And why should I open

the portal for you?

Because together we shall unleash

all the creatures

of the underworld on Fernfield.

And then you and I

shall rule the land, Hound.

I like the sound of that.

But we only have this Halloween night,

while the moon is full.

The Howlloween Hound will see you now.

Let me go first.

- [man 1] Come on, boys.

- [man 2] Here we go now.

- Be careful, guys.

- OK, watch your backs, boys.

Pip! We have to find him, Dad!

He's my best friend!

We will, Joseph.

Grab that tree trunk.

We have to break down the door.

Pip!

I've changed my mind. I don't wanna

go with the Howlloween Hound.

Master, the puppy

doesn't want to go now.

All I wanted was a wise owl.

And I seem to have got a moronic parrot.

- You're next.

- [biting]

[yelling]

You can't escape!

He's catching up to me!

Might as well accept your fate!

[evil laughter] Got you!

[dog whining]

- Pip!

- [barking]

Stay back!

Stop, Warwick!

Stay back or I will

turn you all into toads!

Stay back!

- [growling]

- [croaking]

Soon you will all be my slaves!

Son!

- Deputy Tracker...

- [growls]

...after him!

Quickly, Hound. Dawn is here!

Take the last puppy.

I'm fading.

Complete the spell!

[howling]

Pip!

There's nothing I despise more

than petulant young children!

- Let me go!

- [screams]

No! Pip!

- [barking]

- [yelling]

[groaning] The sun! My eyes!

[grunting]

Hound! Open the portal!

I need all five puppy souls.

It's too late, Warwick.

It's over, Warwick.

You're under arrest.

Enough of your black magic.

You're through.

Never.

I'll take this town

under my control one day.

Mark my words. I'll be back!

[yelling]

What in tarnation just happened?

[sobbing] Dad,

look what they did to Pip.

This is a statue, son.

No, it's Pip.

We have to turn Pip back.

Joseph, I'm right here.

[gasping]

We have to get out

of this place now.

[Joseph] No.

Come on, son. Let's go.

Wait. Why are you afraid?

It's just me, Pip.

[indistinct chatter]

What happened, Sheriff?

I don't know.

But hopefully it won't happen again.

Oh, no! I'm trapped in here.

This home is officially condemned.

- [man 1] Good idea!

- [man 2] About time!

Let's board it up, boys!

I don't want anyone going in.

[crowd murmuring]

[hooting]

[woman] It was 75 years ago

that the Manor was boarded up.

No one is exactly sure

what happened that night

or whether the legend

is even true at all.

But it's an interesting part

of Fernfield folklore, regardless.

I can't wait for tonight.

Halloween is my favorite

event of the year, paws down.

You do a trick and

you're guaranteed to get a treat.

It's trick or treat, Budderball.

Even better!

For me, it's all about the costume.

I can't wait to dress up.

Kids go in there every Halloween...

...and they say the Howlloween Hound's

name three times in the mirror.

They're never seen again.

Where did you hear that?

Come on. He's just trying to scare us.

No. No, it's true.

And he gets their pets too.

Once you hear the Hound's howl...

it's too late.

Either way, this place

gives me the creeps.

[howling]

- [both laughing]

- [all] Oh, my gosh.

OK, Rodney and Skip,

no more tricks.

- Good one.

- Come along, children.

Onto the bus!

We have one more stop

on our spooky Fernfield tour.

[giggling]

Come on, get the lead out.

Come on, let's go.

Let's get on the bus.

[Rodney] You should have seen

the look on their faces.

Where's B-Dawg hiding?

I wasn't hiding, yo.

I was just getting ready

to pounce on that Hound.

Yeah, right, dude.

You were hiding like a scaredy-cat,

'cause you thought there was a ghost.

Pshaw, dawg.

B-Dawg is afraid of nothing,

especially no ghost!

Then why are you afraid to go

trick-or-treating tonight?

[all laughing]

Nice one, dude!

Fine. I'll prove it.

I'll go in there right now,

call out that Howlloween Hound,

and kick his tail, yo.

B-Dawg, wait.

Where are you going?

Whoa! This place is really creepy.

A pup? What is he doing in here?

Come on, guys. We can't leave

B-Dawg in there by himself.

[nervously laughing]

See? It's not too scary.

[chandelier clinking]

Did you guys just see that?

See what?

A strange glow, like a ghost.

Uh, nice one, dawg.

Maybe we just oughta leave.

Ha! Look who's the 'fraidy cat now,

big tough Budderball.

We must respect

the spirits of the night.

Ghosts are lost souls

that can't find their way to heaven.

B-Dawg the Brave, here I go.

[Rosebud] B-Dawg!

Let's reel him in

before we get in trouble.

This is the great

Deputy Tracker's grave...

[kids murmuring]

...one of the best canine officers

our town ever saw.

[boy 1] What? Where?

[woman] He had a nose for crime.

If there was evidence,

he had the best sniffer in town.

- He could just smell it.

- [screams]

[boy 2] What?

- Good afternoon, Mr. Johnson!

- Whoa.

That's the caretaker.

He's been running this place

as long as I can remember.

Yo, dawgs, did you see

that creepy old guy?

Yeah, that dude's, like, spook central.

OK, let's continue on, children.

[gulping]

Here we go, B-Dawg.

Just say it three times,

and it will all be over.

[stuttering] Howlloween Hound.

Howlloween Hound.

OK, nothing happened. Let's go!

Stop, please! Don't say it!

It's a ghost!

Let's get out of here, dudes!

Come on, B-Dawg. Run!

Don't say it again!

You'll release them!

[screaming]

You're... you're the Howlloween Hound!

Oh, no! You said it three times!

[screaming] Run for your life!

Wait!

Wait! I'm not the Howlloween Hound!

[screaming] The ghost is on my tail!

[hooting]

Yo, that was a ghost, dawgs!

A real off-the-chain ghoul!

Dudes, was that the Howlloween Hound?

I said Howlloween Hound

three times into the mirror, dawgs.

I released the Howlloween Hound!

Could it really be true?

They've released Master

after all these years?

B-Dawg is correct, although

he was smaller than I'd imagined.

Whatever it was, we are outta there.

And I, for one, am never going back.

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