[theme music playing]
[man] Ding-dong!
-[both] Trick or treat! -Trick!
Aah.
[laughs]
What the-- No!
It's all raisins and granola bars!
[TV playing]
Anais, it's supposed to be Halloween, not Sugar-coated Marshmallow Syrup Day.
Everyone knows cute beats scary when it comes to scoring candy.
Trick or treat?
At least Darwin put in some effort.
Dude, this isn't a costume.
I'm terrified of Halloween!
OK, and be careful, and be back at 7:00, OK?
-Gumball, you're in charge, right? -[Gumball] Yeah, yeah.
They'll be fine. [inhales sharply] They'll be fine.
Taking a shortcut through a graveyard on Halloween
is like wearing a kilt in a hurricane.
It's just a bad idea.
Relax. We're here.
[both gasp]
You know, there's a few places
where I wouldn't recommend asking for free candy,
rat-poison factories, abandoned hospitals, dimly-lit cellars,
but top of the list, creepy graveyard houses.
[lightning strikes]
[animal howling]
We're not here for trick-or-treating.
Then why are we here?
-[zap] -Aah!
Because on Halloween night,
the dark veil that separates the world of the living and the underworld is lifted,
and all the spirits come to this desolate house for one--
Carrie, we're over here.
[sighs]
'Cause on Halloween night, blah, blah, blah,
all the spirits come to this desolate house for one reason only!
[inhales deeply]
To party!
Uh, how about we party right here, just the four of us?
Whoo-hoo.
Party, party, party, party. OK, party's over. Let's go home.
Darwin! We've come too far to turn back.
We're on the doorstep of the swaggiest party of all time!
So, come on, what do you say? You with me?
[inhales deeply] No.
Well, you have to 'cause Mom put me in charge.
Darn!
This party's gonna be awesome!
I'm sorry, but this party isn't for babies disguised as cheesecakes.
Yeah, she's right. you'd be cramping our style.
[Anais grunting]
You're just gonna have to hang out here.
[sighs]
Well, at least it can't get any worse.
[lightning strikes]
[softly] OK, if anyone asks, don't tell them you're alive.
Tell who?
You're going to have to make sure that you never let anyone know...
Sorry, you were a little too quiet on the second part.
Oh. What I said was, you're going to have to make sure...
Are you doing this on purpose? 'Cause it's kind of annoying.
I said, you're going to have--
[loudly] Just tell us already!
Why are we whispering in an empty house?
Oh, just drink some of this potion, and you'll see.
It'll make you part ghost.
But no more than a drop, understand?
What are you doing?
You're too young to be drinking mysterious potions.
Oh, don't be a square. What's the worst that can happen?
Um, are you sure we're gonna be OK?
As long as you only have one drop.
See, that's the thing.
Anything you can only have one drop of can't be good.
They don't sell milk by the drop, do they? They sell it by the gallon!
Look at water. That's good for you, which is why it comes out of the faucet!
[gulps]
O-o-o-o-o-h!
I think I might give this potion a miss.
I'm not going through this alone.
A-a-a-a-h!
[up-tempo music playing]
[both] Awesome!
[all] Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!
Oh!
Dude, I think you're having a little too much fun.
No, he's always like that.
Oh!
Hey, you got ectoplasm all over my top.
Well, it would've been hard to get it on your bottom.
[laughs]
Oh!
Yo, you done yet?
[gurgling]
You've got such a way with words.
-What? -Well, how come we can see you every day
-but we have to take a potion to see them? -Duh!
Because I was born a ghost.
Come on, let's go meet some people.
-How does that work? -Duh!
I don't know actually.
[up-tempo music continues]
[grunts]
I'm... so... going... to... get... into... that...
party...
[water splashes]
Dagnabit!
-What's that stuff? -Duh! It's ectoplasm.
It's what ghosts are made of.
I want some.
Well, you can't.
-I... want... some... ectoplasm! -Shh!
You can't drink it!
Chin up, dude. There's plenty to go around.
No! No, don't!
[record scratches]
Mortals!
[chuckles nervously]
D-Don't worry, man. I got the solution right here.
What are you doing? Carrie said no more than a drop.
What's the problem? Too square?
What are you doing?
-Give me that! -Stop it!
Give me that!
Are you insane?
[laughs]
Look what you've done! You've completely turned into ghosts!
[all cheering]
Dude, I can fly! I'm invisible! I feel awesome!
Want to go dancing?
Dancing? We're ghosts, dude! We can do whatever we like!
Let's get out of here and go nuts!
[both laughing]
[beep]
[markers squeaking]
Hello, Larry.
[yawns]
What can I do for you?
[gasps] You can put your hands in the air!
[both laugh]
Hey, Margaret.
-What is going on? -Nothin'.
Oh...
[both laugh]
[Mr. Rex] Trick or treat?
That means give me your candy.
[gasps] You know what would be fun? Being a T-Rex.
You take left. I'll take right.
[laughs]
[Gumball] Dude, it's way more complicated than it looks.
-[Darwin] Move the calf. -Yeah, well, bend the knees, man!
-[Darwin] I am, I am! -Put the hands out, put the hands out!
-[Darwin] Come on, let's bail! -Wait, wait, wait!
I got to do a roar before we go.
[roars]
[both laughing]
Should we call a doctor, a vet, or a paleontologist?
[Anais grunting]
[music playing]
No! You broke my heart!
Oh! You're so romantic! I wish I knew where to kiss you.
Hey, I found myself a couple of meat bags!
Fancy a dance?
Guys, I'm here. Let me in.
What the...
OK.
[door creaks open]
Huh?
What have you been drinking?
[up-tempo music playing]
Dude, are you sure about this? 'Cause I don't think it's a good idea.
Come at me, bro! Give me your best shot!
I'm an immortal ghost. I'm not gonna feel anything.
All right, you asked for it.
Ohh!
I forgot, you're a ghost, too.
There you are!
-No, we're over here! -[sighs]
What are you thinking? It's nearly midnight!
[scoffs] So what?
So if you don't get back to your bodies by the stroke of midnight,
you'll remain ghosts forever.
[screams]
[bell tolling]
Let me rephrase that.
[screams]
[ghost] All ghosts must return to their graves at midnight.
[tolling continues]
-We need to find our bodies! -And then Anais!
Wait! That was the 12th stroke.
Aah! [crying]
Does it hurt?
No, but it's really cold and wet, and it's fingernails are dirty!
[Anais screaming] Help!
Anais!
Don't worry, sis, I'm coming!
[grunts] Carrie, cover your eyes!
You do realize I can see through my hands, right?
Whatever!
I'll get Anais! You find our bodies!
Aah!
[yelps] Help!
I'll handle this.
Thanks.
[screams]
It's a little too early to thank me.
-Get ready to run. -What are you doing?
Carrie!
Don't worry, I belong to this world.
They can't take me.
Aah! Not the hair! Just go!
[ghost] All ghosts must return to their gra--
Ugh! Blah!
-[Anais] Over here! -Anais!
I'm so sorry! This is all my fault!
I'm your big brother, and I should've looked after you,
and I love you so much!
That's really touching, Gumball,
but I'm kind of being dragged underground by crazy ghost hands right now!
Gumball, our bodies!
We've got no choice!
We're gonna have to jump and get them back, OK?
OK!
Come on, guys, you can do it! Come on! Come on!
No! No, no, no!
No!
[sighs]
[rumbling]
[shouting]
[ghost] No mortals allowed in the underworld!
Whew!
[tires screeching]
Words cannot describe how furious I am!
It's gone midnight! What have you got to say for yourselves?
We were trick-or-treating, and then we took a shortcut.
We went to a ghost party, and it was supposed to be fun.
I didn't know what the potion was gonna do when I drank it.
What's...
-Going... -On here?
What happened to you?
Mom, don't freak out.
Carrie can put us all back in our correct bodies, right, Carrie?
Um, uh...
[snoring]
[gasps] It's the Internet's fault!
-[stifled laughter] -Shh! Shh!
What did the Internet do, Dad?
I clicked the wrong link, and it sent me to space!
I can't breathe in space,
and when I scream, it makes no sound, like this.
-[laughter] -[door closes]
Stop laughing at your father and help me put away the groceries.
Dude, I think there's something wrong with the cereal.
-Why? -It looks delicious!
This bagel is like three times the size of our burger buns.
Wait a minute.
And this orange juice has oranges in it instead of letters and numbers.
Oh, I picked up someone else's groceries by mistake.
How come we can't get this good stuff all the time?
Look, we'd be able to afford the good stuff if it wasn't for...
What was that all about?
You know, that food stuff's got me thinking.
What else is cheap in this house?
I mean, look at this MP3 player.
Now tell me it's not a calculator with headphones stuck in it.
And that DVD is not even the real film.
It's some mockbuster from the bargain bin.
What's wrong with How to Ratatwang your Panda?
Get ready, Panda. Use the secret weapon.
OK, you asked for it.
[farting loudly]
Oh, boy!
Clever.
And look at this blender.
You're calling this top of the line?
Why can't we have the good stuff?
More importantly, what's Mom hiding?
[telephone rings]
Hello?
[man] For your own safety, stop digging around. There's nothing to find.
OK, but if we were going to start digging, where should we look?
Definitely not the attic.
-No, wait! Darn it! -[line disconnects]
[laughs]
So, where do we start?
How about that box?
No, no!
[grunts]
[Darwin gasps]
Dude, you were an ugly baby!
I don't know you're laughing at.
Aah.
-Give me that! Give me it! -No!
Pass me that poker.
[footsteps pounding]
Sounds to me like you really don't need that sandwich.
Oh.
OK, guys, this is how you solve a case.
[all coughing]
[Gumball gasps] Our chimney has been kidnapped!
Detective Watterson, shall I cordon off the area for the forensic team?
[grunts]
-Agh! [sighs] -[thud]
Anais? Anais? Anais, look what we found under the floorboard!
[distorted] I'm still the one who found it!
Oh, they're bank statements.
No, they're bank statements.
[sighs]
[Gumball] Look, back here, we used to have loads of money,
and then it all went in one big payment to Stellar Corporation.
What did mom spend all that money on?
Well, whatever it was, I'll bet this key has something to do with it.
Wait, I've seen that key before a long, long time ago.
-Ready? -OK.
-One, two, three, sleep! -[snores]
Now I'm gonna take you back, all the way back to the last time you saw that key.
[grunting]
I can see it.
-[gasps] -I'm in the attic.
There's bank statements all over the floor.
That was just now!
Go further back.
-[grunting] -[distorted voices]
Now I'm a baby. I'm with Mom.
She-she's locking a suitcase.
You must never tell anyone you saw this.
-[Gumball gasps] It's the key! -[baby cries]
So whatever she bought is in that case.
I'm going further back to previous lives.
-[grunting] -[distorted voices]
I'm a schoolteacher! It's boring. I'm a pharmacist! Totally boring.
I'm a banker! That's really boring.
Optician! Boring.
Librarian! Boring.
Prospector! Boring. Farmer! Bor-- Wait, wait, wait. Prospector?
Yee-haw!
[Gumball] Hey, that's pretty good, and I've just found the gold.
Wait a minute. I'm not the prospector. I'm the mule.
[snorts]
Gumball, stop! Wake up!
And now I'm a hypnotist.
[deep voice] Look into my eyes.
Oh...
[Anais gasps]
Hey, hey, stop! Gumball, help!
[normal voice] Now you're allergic to cheese. Cheese!
Achoo!
Now your body is heavier than stone.
[straining]
-Hey, come back here! -[footsteps pounding]
[thud]
Now you can speak fluent French!
[speaking French]
-[both] Hey! -Someone just tried to steal the key!
We need to get to that suitcase as quickly as possible!
Can't we just go to bed?
Fine.
[snoring]
[door creaks]
[yawns] What's going on?
I had a nightmare.
Gumball, honey, you're too old to sleep in our bed.
[clicking]
All right, just get in.
[snoring]
[bed creaks]
[grunting]
[sighs]
[gasps]
[snoring continues]
[gasps]
Oh, that was like being born!
[Anais] And that's all there as inside?
-An address and a bunch of doodles? -[Gumball] Yeah.
-And, you know, the shovel. -Wow!
Who would've thought Mom spent all that money on a rusty, old shovel.
Well, case closed. Bedtime!
Darwin, don't you see? This is another clue!
I'm so tired of all these clues!
Whatever she bought, she hid somewhere at this address.
It must be extremely precious.
[sighs]
Something big like missile launch codes, alien artifacts, a Philosopher's Stone,
or something even bigger!
Oh, come on, Anais.
If it was that big, Mom would've stopped us by now.
The woman's virtually a ninja.
But that's just it. It isn't her that's trying to stop us.
Those footsteps on the roof were way too heavy.
This goes much deeper than we thought, and the answer lies at this address.
So, what do you say? You coming with me or not?
-Not. -[click]
[grunts]
-Where's your sense of adventure? -[hissing]
Stop! Can you hear that?
It's gonna blow!
-It's just our tires. -See? They're onto us.
We proceed by foot.
[sighs]
Is that it?
An empty mailbox? All of this was a wild goose chase.
Sending us to the middle of nowhere at 3:00 a.m. in the pouring rain!
And what's the stupid shovel for?
[in deep voice] I'll show you what it's for.
[in normal voice] That's for wasting our time!
And this for keeping me up all night!
And this is for the rain!
And this is for not breaking however many times I hit you!
And this is for giving us pointless clues...
[gasps]
...like this stupid bunch of doodles! [grunts]
No, wait! That's not a doodle. It's a map! Look.
Here's the mailbox. That's the creepy windmill.
This must be the forest.
OK, cool. We need to go now.
Hold on. I need to figure out where we're going.
No, we need to go right now.
[all screaming]
[Anais] They found us!
We need to get to the treasure before they get to us!
I think it's my turn to go in front, OK?
Aah.
-Found the forest. -[Anais] Great
We're looking for an old, twisted tree in a clearing.
Aah. They're still coming!
[grunting]
Are you sure about this? It looks kind of dangerous.
It's fine. Just don't look down.
Aah.
-Why'd you make us do that? -I didn't! I said, "Don't look down."
You did it again!
Oh, come on, this thing's been here forever. It's totally safe.
[creaking]
[both shouting]
Jump!
-Aah! -Aah!
Take my hand!
[muffled] I can't see!
This treasure better be worth it.
[panting]
Guys, look, there it is!
[clang]
That must be it!
[man, in deep voice] Stop digging!
-Dad? -No.
[normal voice] Yeah, it's me.
Look, I've got it!
No, please, don't open the box! I'll give you anything you want!
We want whatever's in the box.
No!
Oh, man, it's another piece of paper!
It's not just a piece of paper.
It's the reason we'll never be able to afford what we want.
Will someone please tell me what's going on here?
[sighs]
It was 12 years ago.
Gumball was just born.
Your mother stayed at the hospital
while the doctors tried to work out why he was so ugly.
I was left at home alone.
It was the beginning of the Internet.
"Click now for an out-of-this-world property Investment
for the future of your kids"?
Yes!
I clicked too quick.
I should've waited for the page to finish loading.
"Property investment for the future of your kids'
great-great-great-great-great-great- great-grandchildren's children?
I tried to get the money back, but the company had already gone bust.
So in my shame, I buried the evidence.
So it was you hid the bank statements and tried to steal the key back.
Yes!
Yeah, well, that was a very interesting story, Dad.
Well done.
But what did you buy?
I'll tell you exactly what it was. He bought a s--
[Nicole] A star.
No!
You stole my thunder!
-You knew? But how? -You talk in your sleep.
-And you don't hate me? -I knew you tried to do well.
It wasn't your fault, honey. It was the Internet.
You know what? It's kind of cool that we have our own star.
Which one is it?
[Richard] There.
[Anais] You know, that star might not even be there anymore,
but its light travels through time and space for millions of years.
It's immaterial, and yet it still exists.
Kind of like love.
So, in a way, the star is a symbol of our family's love.
And it'll always be there...
forever.
[all] Uh...
[theme music playing]