02x17 - Say Princess to the Dress/The Naming of the Shrew

[bunniefuu]

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Did you brush your fangs

and say your spells

and check under
the bed for monsters?

Yes, Dad.

Wendy's under my bed, as usual.

It's a tight fit.

Don't you think I'm getting
a little old for this?

Oh.

Well, then, I wonder

if you're also too
old for a Drac Pack?

I'm listening.

It'll
be there tomorrow.

Now, go to sleep,

and make sure to let
the bed bugs bite!

Bittersweet dreams, Dad.

Bittersweet dreams,
Mavy-Wavy.

Has it come yet?

What? My
glitter whoopee cushion?

Yeah. It came yesterday.

No! My dad's package!

Ooh, a Drac Pack!
I wonder what's in it.

Chocolate-covered eyeballs?

Silly slime?

Rain?

How would he send rain?

Uh, by scare-mail, of course.

Oh, boy!

Rain of the Month Club.

Yes!

It's here!

A flower? That's weird.

Maybe it's a flesh-eating one?

Or a glitter-spraying one.

Or a farting one!
Give it a whiff.

No!

Might've been a farting one.

Oh, dear, dear, dear, dear.

If Mavis didn't wake up

after Hank squeezed
out his shoe over her,

huh, nothing's going
to wake her up.

Bit of a waste of some
perfectly good shoe sweat,

if you ask me.

I'm her BFF.

She'll respond to my
soothing voice.

Mavis!

Oh! Good morrow, fine friends.

You sound... different.

Different? Pray tell.

Are you okay?

No. I'm not okay.

No!

I'm better than okay!

Especially now that
there's glitter!

♪ Fa, la-la, la-la-la ♪

What was that?

Who was that?

Marvelous.

Um, I always dreamed of the
day Mavis would like glitter,

but now that it's here,

it's... Feels weird.

Ugh. You want something weird?

She put sparkle lip balm on me.

And the color is all wrong!

What's that, old friend?

Uh-huh? Mm-hmm?

Oh, really?

Who-- who are
you talking to, Mavis?

Why, Brushington, of course.

He comes alive when
no one else is around.

He's shy.

Oh, yes.

Same goes for Snakeington.

Hello.

Brushington says

I need to do something
about these clothes.

Fair Wendolyn, you can
have a dress, too,

if you only just believe!

Oops.

I believed that that
would happen, and it did.

That's the spirit!

Now, what say you to
spreading joy

around the hotel?

I say... a nervous yes!

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Ta-da!

I just felt this place

was missing a princess's touch.

Mm-hmm. Well, you've certainly
touched... a lot of things.

Excuse me.

And there's so much
more to touch!

Psst. Guys, we need to
do something about Mavis.

What's different about Mavis?

Mavis? The one with the fangs?

She's eating chocolate-covered
eyeballs with a Kn*fe and fork!

With a fork! Has she no shame?

What's next? Saying "Excuse me"
after a glitter whoopee?

Oh, my. Excuse me.

Hoo-boy. I better go see
a doctor about... uh, that.

Hello? Hello?

Mavis?

Anybody?

Oh, hi, Mr. Dracula, sir.

Wendy! My favorite gooey
little guest!

Where's Mavis? I want to hear

how she likes her
fire-breathing present.

Don't you mean
"flower-breathing"?

Uh, no.

I mean "fire-breathing,"

as in Keith, the
dragon I sent her.

Oh!

I have to go now. Bye.

All of Mavis' behavior

started when she got
this flower.

Ah. Hmm.

Huh. Uh, this is a
princess orchid.

The stench has no effect
on humans or even monsters,

but on vampires--

It's been known
to make them all--

♪ La, la, la, la-la-la,
la, la, la, la ♪

--that!

But if her dad didn't send
it to her, then who did?

Oh. Oh! Ah.

Kitty Cartwright!

Kitty Cartwright?

How can you tell?

"To Donald,

Happy half-birthday.

From Kitty-bird."

So if Donald's package
was delivered here,

that means Mavis's dragon
was delivered to--

Dunh, dunh, dunh!

Kitty hates
real birthdays,

but she never forgets
a half-birthday!

At least, not until this year.

What did I do wrong?

She remembered!

But this box is too
big for flowers.

And what are these
breathing holes for?

Kitty finally thinks

I'm responsible
enough for a puppy!

Thirty-six and a half,
you will be a good year.

The Fairy Tale
Guide to Medicine.

Uh, most of the cures

involve guessing people's names

and magic beans.

Ooh!

I know, right?

Once upon a time,

princesses were called
damsels in distress,

and they needed to be
rescued from dragons...

constantly!

So, in order to reverse
this princess curse,

Mavis needs to rescue
a dragon from a damsel.

Oh! Opposite.

Meh-huh.

Best news ever!

I found a cure for your--

whatever's happening here.

A cure? Whatever for?

Uh, Wendy?

Hey, girl, can we talk
to you for a second

about this?

And this?

She braided my wraps!

And bedazzled my arm!

Although I don't hate it.

Uh-oh. We need to show Mavis

how, uh, different, she is.

But how can we if she can't
see herself in a mirror?

What is everyone doing
lollygagging around?

There are chores to be done!

I know how, but you're not
going to like it!

She's coming. Are you ready?

Are we ready
to be k*lled by Aunt Lydia?

I guess so?

Great!

Cerberus mist brown

or frosted frog legs?

Not-nice to see you,
too, Miss Blob.

No! They're scratch-and-sniff
wallpaper samples for the hotel.

Um, which do you like best?

Fee! Fie! Foe!

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

♪ Fa, la, la, la, la ♪

Well, don't just stand there.

Dance with me!

What? It's an efficient
and elegant way to travel.

Huh.

♪ Fa, la, la, la, la, la ♪

Holy rabies.

Is that what I doth look like?

Uh... yeah?

Then let us turn me
back, at once!

Yes!

All we have to
do to turn you back

is save a dragon from a damsel.

Ha! Oh, is that
all we have to do?

Where we going to find a dragon?

Not here, right?

They breath fire.

Oh, dear! The dragon
is in distress,

and I have to save it
from Damsel Nose Picker!

Yeah, but who's going
to save you from the dragon?

Please. I'm a modern princess.

Nobody saves me from anything.

Also, I have my trusty steed.

Aw, Mavis.

Oh.

Beverly! You beautiful beast!

I need you to be
my princess horse.

Eh, I've been called worse.

Alright. Let the jousting begin.

No bother. I shall
save the dragon

with unbridled
princess confidence.

My money's on the dragon.

I'm not ruling out the baby.

♪

Okay. Alright.

You're saved.

Whoo!

Back to normal.

I think this was meant for you.

Thanks for the
baby dragon, Dad.

He's really into licks.

But you're going to need to
send one more dragon.

Why?

Man, I'm so hungry,
I could eat 100--

Eye-ball boo-ritos!

Jinx!

Ah, relax. I'll say your name.

Pedro.

Ah. Never jinx a monster--

Before lunchtime!

Jinx again!

Come on!

Ah, it's probably fine.

Jinx!

Dr. Gillman.

Fire!

Jinx!

Hank! It's just a picture!

Fire! Ah!

Game of Bones!

Jinx!

The Goo-Man Group!

Jinx!

Frozen blob-sicles!

Jinx!

Jinx! Jinx!

Jinx!

Mavis!

This is a place of business!

Name-based prank games

are not only infantile
and disgusting,

but they are also
very dangerous!

How many times must I tell you?

Hotel Transylvania is
no place for--

Fun, laughter, or joy!

Jinx!

Holy rabies.

I'm so sorry!
It-- it was an accident!

I didn't mean to!

No worries.

I'll just un-jinx you.

Aunt Lydia!

Aunt Lydia.

Lydia!

Lydia!

Uh, uh...

am I pronouncing it wrong?

Lid-ee-uh. Lid-ee-ah.

Lah-dee-ah!

Lee-dyah!

Lid-ee-uh?

Maybe it needs an accent?

Lydia.

Eh, Lydia!

Maybe the L is silent.

Idia!

Okay! Maybe the I's
are also silent.

Dya!

Okay, okay, I get it.

The whole thing is silent.

Nope. I'm out.

Maybe it's just
not her real name.

But, uh, but, uh,
how could that be?

You're in big trouble.

Jinx!

Please, just tell me
your real name

so we can fix this,

and you can go back to
enjoying your scab-viar.

♪

Uh... huh?

This just says, "Poopsie."

That... is my real name.

What?

Holy rabies.

You see, child, nobody
would be afraid

of a vampire with that name,

so I changed it to a
shortened form of Lycidias

and kept my real name secret
for hundreds of years.

And now, you must, too, or else.

Wait. Can I just-- Can we
just roll back one sec?

So, just clarifying.

Your actual name,

like, your real name

on your death certificate,

is Aunt

Poopsie?

Poopsie?

Poopsie?

Poopsie?

Don't worry. I'm-- I'm sure

no one heard that.

Probably. Maybe?

What is
every-monster staring at?

Paint a portrait!
It will last longer!

Back to work!

Sorry. It's just... we all
heard.

Don't worry. Aunt Poopsie
sounds so harmless!

Cute even!

Cute as a blob-kitten.

Or a blob-puppy!

Or a blob-ster.

That's a blob lobster.

They're surprisingly adorable.

Enough!
I am not cute or adorable!

I am fearsome and scary!

♪ Oopsie, it's Poopsie ♪

♪ She's just oh-so-cutesy ♪

♪ All the little freaks just
want to pinch her cheeks ♪

♪ Her name's just not
frightening ♪

♪ So neither is her lightning ♪

♪ Oopsie-doopsie ♪

♪ What an absolute cutesy ♪

Angry and ugly and purple!

I have purple shins.

D'aw, so cutesy.

Still cute!

Just delightful!

Hey, have you guys noticed
anything weird lately?

Ever since Aunt Lydia's
locked herself in her room,

she hasn't yelled at anyone!

♪ Oopsie ♪

♪ Poopsie ♪

Do you know what this means?

Seriously, do you?
Because I have no idea.

It means every-monster
can do whatever they want

with no consequences!

And there is this one thing
I've always wanted to do.

Yes! Write a song

about how we'll be
best friends forever.

Be baked into a cake

and eat your way to freedom?

Get the monster world to
embrace electricity

instead of primitive
fire-based light sources?

Maybe. Or...

Whoo!

Whoo!

The best friend song
would've been good, too!

Sorry about the slip 'n' slime.

Dr. Gillman will take care

of those little bumps and
bruises for you.

Actually, with
Lydia off my gills,

I can finally take
some time off doctoring

to pursue my other passion.

Eating stuff out of jars!

Uh, how about
a relaxing sauna instead?

Our spa staff seem
to be on another break,

but, uh, you can let me know

if there's anything you need.

Now, let's see.

Uh-oh.

Wait! Don't leave!

I can offer a free
swamp aerobics class!

Or, um-- Oh!

Complimentary doom service?

I think we need Aunt Lydia back.

Relax, Mavis.

There's nothing to worry
about at Hotel Transylvania.

There's a lot to worry
about at Hotel Transylvania

Bad reviews are pouring in,

and the once-popular
monster hotspot

is in total disarray.

And now, a message from
our sponsor,

Motel Transylvania.

Phew! When Hotel Transylvania
isn't doing it for you,

come to Motel Transylvania!

You know we're bad,

so there's no surprises!

Please come out, Aunt Lydia!

We need you to be
the disciplined boss

who keeps everyone in check!

Boss? How can I
be the boss if nobody fears me?

I'm pathetic!

Ugh. You are not pathetic.

You are the most monstrous,
terrifying, evil person I know!

You're just saying
that to be nice.

Besides, nobody even remembers

the whole thing with your
name ever since Dr. Gillman

got his head stuck in a jar.

With nobody keeping the
staff in line,

the zombies just goof off,

the witches fly around
playing magic laser tag,

and the wolf pups...

No!

Well, they're the wolf pups.

A few more days of this,

and there might not be a
hotel left to manage!

I don't care!

Stop b*ating an
undead horse, Mavis!

I am simply never coming out.

So leave me alone!

But the hotel needs your help!

I need your help.

Hey, Mavis, want to hear the
best friend song I wrote for us?

Please!

♪ Best friends ♪

♪ Mavis and Wendy ♪

♪ Forever and ever ♪

♪ Ever, ever, ever, ever ♪

I'm never coming out!

♪ Ever, ever, ever, ever ♪

Never ever, ever, ever, ever!

♪ Ever, ever, ever, ever ♪
Ever, ever, ever, ever!

What if I told you

I have a way to make
every-monster fear you

and call you Lydia again?

I'm listening.
And now, for the chorus.

♪ Mavis and Wendy and ever,
forever, ever, ever ♪

♪ Mavis and Wendy ♪

Hey, everyone!

Look who's back!

Poopsie!

D'aw!

Poopsie! Poopsie! Poopsie!

Poopsie! Poopsie! Poopsie!

Poopsie! Poopsie!

Now, Aunt Lydia!

Poopsie!

Jinx.

Yes! It worked!

Boom-drac-alacka!

Jinx!

Oh, child, your plan was
surprisingly good,

so I decided to
use it on everyone,

including you.

Mm, mm, mm.

Why, yes, I am truly diabolical.

Thank you.

Well, that's what you get

for starting this whole
thing in the first place.

Now, listen up!

The name's Lydia!

And don't you forget it!

Not to worry.

I will un-jinx you all.

Eventually.

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