02x21 - The End

[bunniefuu]

[angelic music]

[bird chirping]

[lively music]

[indistinct chatter]

MAYOR: I wanna thank the McGee family

for all they've done for Brighton,
especially you, Molly.

You brought us this band shell,

the Sally Tugbottom Statue,

and the wind turbine factory.

In your young life, you've done so much

to "enhopeify" our town.

Did I say it right?

Ah, close enough, Mr. Mayor.

It is my honor to present you
with the Bronzed Turnip.

MAYOR: Thank you for bringing Brighton
back to life.

This has gotta be a giant chocolate
wrapped in tinfoil, right?

- [clangs]
- Ooh. No, it is not.

[muffled]
Rip-off.

- [grunting]
- Mazel tov, Molly.

I'm so proud of you and this

impractically large trophy.

How is this even in the city budget?

Watch out, everyone!

- I-- I'm puttin' it down! Oof!
- [clangs]

This dangerously heavy trophy
belongs to all of us.

Enhappification is a team effort!

- [crunches]
- MAN: My foot!

As you know, there's no I in "team"...

[sniffs]
...which is appropriate,

'cause I did nothing to make this happen.

Not true, and you know it.

You're the ghost who gave the most.

Fine. Fine!

I mean, maybe I contributed

a small curse here,
a possessed pop star there.

This is all I've ever wanted...
forever friends.

My life is, in a word, perfect.

- [whirring]
- [Geoff screams]

I got caught in the whirly machine again.

Geoff, Geoff, Geoff.
[chuckles]

Oh, what would you do without me?

Be sad for a very long time?

- [yelps]
- [splashes]

[laughs]
Sorry, Scratch.

Oh, those Turnip Tornados are so tasty.

Well, to an amateur eater
like yourself, sure.

But a true gastronomer

knows funnel cakes
are where you find the flavor.

Now, if you'll excuse me,

I'm gonna go funnel those cakes
right down my gullet.

Deuces! I'm out!

Whoa...

Guess we'll have to try
funnel cakes tomorrow.

What? No. Tomorrow?

This stand will be a thousand miles away,

wedged between
a prize-winning hog named "Stinky"

and a carnival ride operated
by a teenage delinquent

coincidentally also named "Stinky!"

[gasps]
We can't let that

very specific scenario happen.

Fear not, Geoffrey.

For some, this line is an obstacle,

but for us, it's an opportunity.

Observe.

["The Blue Danube" playing]

[chomping]

[pops]

[chomping]

[burps]

[munching]

[chomping]

[munches]

[clicks tongue]

[chomping]

[echoing]
You're gonna go to all these places.

Scratch, look at this.
Can you believe this, Scratch?

Come on, Scratch, you gotta see this!

SCRATCH: Whoa!

Whoa. I just had a vision.

These must be really good funnel cakes.

SCRATCH: Molly!

[both grunting]

Molly! I just... I saw Adia!

- Who?
- My friend Adia!

I saw...
[stammers]

...Paris and a mountaintop!

And an Incan temple!
Or maybe it was a ziggurat?

Who cares?

Don't get caught up in the jargon, Molly!

- What in-- Scratch! Slow down!
- [panicked breathing]

- What happened?
- Okay!

- I was eating the funnel cakes.
- MOLLY: Uh-huh.

And I must've hit
a funnel cake critical mass

because, all of a sudden, boom!

SCRATCH: Sugar rush of memories!

Wait. Memories...

of your life?

Yes! My life!

But, but it was all a jumble!

I need your help,
and, more funnel cakes, to sort it out!

A chance to help my forever friend

remember who he was?

- I am here for it!
- SCRATCH: Let's go!

I...

don't think funnel cakes work like that.

Hmm. You wanna shout or should I?

I'll take this one.
You already do so much.

- DAD: Darryl!
- [birds squawk]

Why is our living room
covered in funnel cakes?

Uh, this wasn't me.

[mouth full]
Mm-mm. Sorry, guys.

The funnel cakes are ours.

Mm-hmm. They're brain fuel
to jog my memories.

[chomps, gulps]

Ooh! I remember a waterfall.

Put it between scaling the pyramids

- and that time I rode a yak.
- MOLLY: Okay.

So Scratch is remembering his life?

Because he's eating funnel cakes?

Tell us everything.

♪ Turns out... ♪

♪ I'm awesome! ♪

♪ My life was great ♪

♪ Adventure and fun every day ♪

♪ His life was awesome ♪

♪ He had a ball ♪

BOTH: ♪ The awesomest life of them all! ♪

Hit me!

[chomping]

[gulps, burps]

SCRATCH:
♪ On a Monday, I would bungee jump ♪

- ♪ A waterfall in Spain ♪
- Whoo!

♪ Tuesday, I would cave dive
in a cavern in Ukraine ♪

♪ Wednesday in the Gobi ♪

♪ Thursday undersea ♪

♪ Seems like that was basically
a normal week for me ♪

♪ From dining in a palace
to aurora borealis ♪

- ♪ Then to searching for a chalice ♪
- Whoa!

♪ In the ruins of Peru ♪

♪ I guess you can forget when
you've got nothing to regret ♪

♪ But now I can recall the truth ♪

♪ My life was awesome ♪

- ♪ His life was great ♪
- ♪ So great ♪

ADIA AND MOLLY:
♪ Like one never-ending parade ♪

♪ And it was awesome ♪

MOLLY: ♪ He had a ball ♪

SCRATCH AND MOLLY:
♪ I rode a dirt bike over a mall ♪

This is crazy!

SCRATCH: ♪ Every port of call ♪

♪ From Perth to Portugal ♪

♪ Wingsuit in the summer ♪

MOLLY: ♪ Skydive in the fall ♪

SCRATCH: ♪ My memory's unlocked ♪

♪ Thanks to pure cholesterol! ♪

- [chomps]
- SCRATCH: ♪ Me and... ♪

BOTH: ♪ Adia had the awesomest life
of them all! ♪

[buzzing]

Um, there's just one piece
of the puzzle that's missing.

How did Scratch, um...

How shall I say this?

- What do you mean?
- Spit it out, Dad.

Um, how did Scratch, uh...

Tag me in, sweetie.

Die. How did Scratch die?

[whispers]
Thanks, hon.

Oh, yeah. That's a memory
we haven't unlocked yet.

[in French accent]
Perhaps I was k*lled

on the streets of "Paree,"

choked to death by my one true love...

A "khwa-sohn."
[guttural chuckle]

You're gonna pronounce it
like that forever, aren't you?

I cannot deny who I was, Moll.

I don't buy it.

That's not how you checked out, Scratch.

But I gotta ask.

Is this your Adia?

SCRATCH [in normal voice]:
That's her! Th-- That's my Adia!

MOLLY: That's Adia?!

Yeah, she's blowing up on Clik Clok.

We... We gotta talk to her.

I mean, she'll know everything.

[waves splashing]

ADIA: Nice to meet you, Molly.

I'm whale watching
off the coast of Greenland,

so sorry if ...nal is cutting out.

Oh, no worries. And thank you
for agreeing to this interview with us.

And by "us," I obviously mean me

and the, uh, the readers
of the Brighton Bugle,

number one school newspaper
in the tri-city area.

But right now, it is just me here.

No one else. I'm very alone.

I'm so very alone.

Cut the chitchat. Ask about me, already.

I'm dying to know how I died.

Okay. So, um, I just have
a few standard questions,

like when you lived in Brighton,

did you have a best friend?

One who, I dunno,
had a healthy appreciation

for Yim-Yums and strawberry soda?

Oh, yeah! Scratch!

I mean, that was his nickname.

He had this habit of scratching his arms

when he got nervous, which happened a lot.

It was cute.

But his real name was--

- [static crackling]
- Oh...

[crackling continues]

Sorry. You-- you cut out.
What was it again?

- [static crackling]
- [distorted stammer]

Ah, just one more time.

- T--
- [screen chimes]

Come on! Those glitches
seem very conveniently timed.

Anyway, Scratch and I used to build ships
and planes out of boxes,

then go on imaginary adventures
around the world.

Those games inspired me
to do what I do now.

Adia and Scratch
seeing the world together.

Wow. That must've been so enhappifying

when you finally did it for real.

What? Scratch never came anywhere with me.

Sure I did! The funnel cakes told me so.

I asked him to come many times...

- [crackling]
- ...never did.

Wait, wait!

If Scratch didn't travel with you,
then how did he die?

Molly? It's getting rough here.

[garbled]
...still hear me?

Yeah! How did Scratch die?

- Die? What do you mean?
- [static crackling]

[garbled]
...isn't dead. He's--

Okay, she's clearly picked up
brain slugs in the Amazon.

I remember seeing
the Eiffel Tower with her.

And the pyramids!

And that waterfall in Africa.

Yes! All that!

So why in the world
would she say I'm not dead?

LIBBY: Because you're not dead, Scratch.

You're not even a ghost.

[suspenseful music]

You think Scratch is not a ghost?

That is ri-gosh-darn-diculous.

Scratch, show 'em.
[snaps fingers]

[humming]

Boom!

And if that's not enough for ya...
[clears throat]

[distorted voice]
I curse you all to forevermore sneeze

whenever you hear the word "toboggan!"

[chuckles]

Now, you don't think
that's gonna come up a lot,

but years later,
you're planning a little winter fun

with your friends, and then, "Ah-choo!"

Snot city.
[slurps]

Ooh, I love winter shenans.

That's why I picked it.

You're gonna be a mess.

Impressive, Scratch.

But sit back, and get comfy

while the Bloodhound of Truth
barks out some facts.

[imitates howling]

Oh... wait.

You usually say it's cute
how I call myself the Bloodhound--

Not feeling it today, Libby.

- Yeah, read the room.
- [deep inhale]

Okay. Anyway...

We all found it strange

that Scratch's many memories
came flooding back out of the blue.

I...

don't think funnel cakes work like that.

Wait!
[chomps]

I remember where I left my keys.

Your keys to what?

Um... I can't remember.

Unless...

LIBBY: Like a calculator
with a broken button,

- it just didn't add up.
- [choking]

So we did a little investigating
with June.

I know this is a huge ask,

and we totally understand if you can't...

[trilling]

JUNE: Cakewalk.

Next time you need a favor,
come with something more challenging

than hacking into every
security camera in Brighton.

LIBBY: With footage from
the Turnip Fest at our disposal,

we found something very interesting

on Pam's Cake and Bake feed...

Raccoons!

GEOFF: They're cute and mischievous

and have thumbs, just like us.

[laughing]
Oh.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, Geoff.
[sighs]

But there was something
behind the raccoons...

LIBBY: Something undeniably strange,

even for this town.

[gulps]

OLLIE: Why are they all
eating funnel cakes

in the exact same way?

Let me apply the ectoplasmic
enhancement filter.

[whirring]

OLLIE: That's when we saw it...

[tense music]

It wasn't the funnel cakes
that unlocked Scratch's memories.

It was this guy.

Todd Mortenson,
lifelong Brighton resident.

What? Todd Mortenson? No way.

Why would this rando
unlock Scratch's memories?

MOLLY: Look at him!

He's got no joy! No mischief!

There's nothing at all behind those eyes.
It's like he's got...

no soul.

'Cause he's me.

Scratch?

I remember it now.

I remember everything.

♪ I never went ♪

SCRATCH: ♪ I stayed at home ♪

♪ While she was carpe-ing the diem ♪

♪ I was playing on my phone ♪

♪ I was too afraid to go away ♪

♪ "Maybe next time" ♪

♪ I would say ♪

[phone beeps]

♪ I played it safe ♪

♪ I took no chances ♪

♪ I had no stories ♪

♪ No adventures, no romances ♪

♪ I would make plans
but cancel or delay ♪

♪ "I can't make it" ♪

♪ "Maybe next time," I would say ♪

♪ She'd be on a surfboard ♪

♪ Riding on a swell ♪

♪ I'd be on the sofa
eating nachos by myself ♪

♪ On the one hand,
they were very tasty nachos ♪

♪ Lots of spice ♪

♪ But on the other hand ♪

♪ I wasted my whole life ♪

♪ So... there is that ♪

- [cell phone buzzing]
- ♪ She'd always call ♪

♪ I'd never come ♪

♪ She risked it all ♪

♪ While I went numb ♪

♪ Watching her on my screen
from a thousand miles away ♪

♪ Her, somewhere in China ♪

♪ Me at some Chinese buffet ♪

♪ So afraid of dying
that I never lived a day ♪

[cell phone buzzes]

♪ Every time ♪

♪ "Maybe next time" ♪

♪ I would say ♪

♪ Mmm ♪

♪ Until the time ♪

♪ When my soul just slipped away ♪

As the years passed,

details of my life just faded away

'til nothing was left.

That's a common phenomenon with wraiths.

Which is technically what Scratch is.

A human who literally gave up his ghost.

Or maybe I couldn't remember my life

because there was
nothing worth remembering!

Come back, Scratch!

Oh, curse this broken curse.

I lost my friendship on demand!

He won't get far on an empty stomach.

Gather everybody.

We've gotta find Scratch!

[funky music]

[devices beeping]

Any ghost activity in here?

That's a negative.

Check back next week.

Do not rush us.

LIBBY: Scratch? Nope.

Scratch? Nope.

Scratch? Nope.

He's not in frozen treats.

Or the soda aisle.

You check chips and cookies.
I'll cover candy.

- [entry bell rings]
- He wasn't at Wax and Waynes.

No Scratch here, either.

But sale on scented bath bombs!

I see where you're going.

We'll lure him out of hiding
with decadent luxury.

Uh, yeah.

Exactly!

Scratch is not here.

But if you do find him,

let him know we have a matter to discuss.

He needs to pick up his ghost shark.

We are not a doggie day care.

[screams]
My face!

- Uh...
- BARTHOLOMEW: Get it off!

- Get it off! Get it off! Agh!
- I'll let him know.

No sign of Scratch anywhere.

I looked through every book
in horror, food, and even romance.

Romance?

It's the last place
he'd expect us to look.

No... There's another place.

[insects chirping]

[sad music]

I wonder what my life would have been like

if I hadn't always played it safe.

What if, when Adia said, "Come join me!"

I said, "You got it!
I can put my microwave dinner

back in the freezer. I'll be right there!"

Instead of, "Maybe some other time?

I already vented the plastic."

Well... maybe you don't have to wonder.

You could go back to living, Scratch.

But this time, you could say yes.

Kick fear in the rear, and live your life!

I do like the idea of kicking
something in the rear...

but nah!

You know what? Come on.

Let's hit the Bargain Bag,
grab some Yim-Yums,

see how many we can stuff up my nose.

The record is 20,
but I think we can beat that.

I've been doing nostril exercises.

[inhaling]

Scratch. You're still playing it safe.

You're still... afraid.

Yeah. I'm afraid, and you should be too.

As a ghost, I forgot my human life.

So what if, as a human,
I forget my afterlife?

And me.

Yeah, you!

And then where would
your "perfect life" be? Huh?

I'd miss you, Scratch. So much.

But... maybe you won't forget.

But maybe I will.

But maybe you won't, okay?

You're right. It's a risk!

But risks are what make life worth living.

Taking risks is how you know
you're actually alive.

You didn't stop playing it safe
when you became a ghost, Scratch.

MOLLY: You hid yourself away
in that attic,

shut yourself off from the world,

and never let anybody in.

You weren't brave. You were scared.

- Of being hurt.
- [sighs]

Rejected.

Being left behind.

Yeah.

But that's not who you are anymore.

You've changed!

MOLLY: You've made friends.

You're brave now.

Brave enough to share yourself
with the world.

[inspirational music]

And even if you forget me,

I know you won't forget that.

You can't stay here, Scratch.

You've gotta go live your life.

[sighs]

Why you always gotta be right, Moll?

[cries softly]

It's my curse.
[giggles sadly]

If I don't remember you, I'm sorry.

Well, I will always remember you,
forever friend.

Dream team? You and me?

For all eternity.

[rings]

[creaks]

[tranquil music]

Hello?

[dramatic music]

[quirky music]

[humming, scatting]

[gasps]

[humming, scatting]

Hey, how you doin'?

Ah, there's a smile.

[humming, scatting]

[entry bell rings]

"Weekly scare reports"?

- [grunts]
- Oh.

Uh, sorry, sir.

I was just engrossed
in this fascinating book.

Did you know that some speculate

a Ghost Council oversees
the entire Ghost World?

Sounds scintillating.

But I don't believe in ghosts!

[humming, scatting]

- Oh!
- Whoa, sorry!

Gotta get these fish to the school ASAP.

Gonna bust up the Student
of the Month ceremony

with my "Slammin' Salmon Cannon."

Wanna come watch?

I do love a prank.

But I got places to be.

Have fun, random kid!

[humming, scatting]

[disgusted grunt]

New Triple Choco-Yim-Yums!
Care for a sample?

They're a real nostalgia rush.

Wash it down
with a Surly Sid's Strawberry Soda

to really bring back those memories.

Tempting.

But I've got a bus to catch.

Thanks, anyway!

[humming, scatting]

[humming, scatting continues]

Huh? Was that...

It was!

A lucky penny!

Oh! Nice.
[giggles]

Must be your lucky day.

It just might be.

I'm not a monkey in a tie anymore.

I quit my job, sold my house,

and now, I'm heading out
to seek adventure, beauty, and...

maybe a funnel cake or two.
[chuckles]

I love those things. You ever have one?

I have, they're good.

An old friend really loved them.

Bus should be here soon.

- Where are you headed?
- Everywhere!

But I'll start with Chicago,
catch a flight to Tokyo,

then New Zealand, Bora Bora,

and then maybe I'll even head to...

[in French accent]
..."Paree" for a "khwa-sohn!"

Sounds like you'll get
to everywhere eventually.

[in normal voice]
That is my intention.

[brakes hiss]

Well, my ride's here.

So long, stranger.

Wait! I hope, no matter where you go,

you remember your friends
right here in Brighton.

I will. And, hey, who knows?

Maybe I'll even come back someday
for a visit.

Sweet baby corn,

this is gonna be... enhappifying.

"Enhappifying"? What?
Where'd that come from?

I must've just made that up, right?

Whatever. You know what? I love it,

and I shall be using it frequently
on my travels.

Arrivederci, Moll!

"Moll"? But I didn't tell you my...

[sentimental music]

See you in the afterlife, buddy.

You okay, Molly?

It-- It's okay to have big feelings!

I'm okay.

Just happy to see my friend
finally satisfying his soul.

If I may, Maya Angelou once said,

"What is a fear of living?

It's being preeminently afraid of dying.

LIBBY: It is not doing
what you came here to do,

out of timidity and spinelessness.

The antidote is to take full
responsibility for yourself,

for the time you take up
and the space you occupy.

If you don't know what you're here to do,

then just do some good."

Yeah, I was gonna say
the exact same thing.

Let's live a little.

Shall we go to Sweets 'N Treats
and split a sundae?

Yeah. I think that's
what Scratch would want.

Ooh, we could try that new
Toffee Twirl Toboggan Sundae.

[all sneeze]

[laughter]

MOLLY: Aw, Scratch would
have wanted that too.

[Molly laughs]

[bird whistles theme song]

[ballad music]

♪ If you feel like you're
becoming someone else ♪

♪ If you're losing track
of you inside yourself ♪

♪ If you're feelin' out of practice ♪

♪ Like a cactus on the shelf ♪

♪ Go explore ♪

♪ Get out your door ♪

♪ Live a little ♪

♪ Live a little ♪

♪ Spread your love, far and wide ♪

♪ Eat a churro, maybe five ♪

♪ Baby, while you're still alive ♪

♪ Live a little ♪

♪ Do-do-do-do-do-do ♪