02x18 - Death Becomes Him/Purse of the Mummy

[bunniefuu]

And you remember Donny.

Well, his cousin's sister's
ex-boyfriend's new girlfriend

is friends with a witch doctor
who set me up with this warlock

who bought me a bouquet
of witch hazel!

Witch hazel!

I mean, it made me break out
in red, bubbly boils

all over my warts!

I was so mortified
I wanted to die!

I could help you with that.

I-I-I mean, I-I...

Okay, bye!

Hello Death! Uh, I mean, Gary.

Yeah, sorry,
I can't help myself sometimes.

Long week at work.

How about a nice,
relaxing steam?

Currently, it's a soothing


Hmm, I have been k*lling it
at work all week.

Hello, Mavis!

I'm off for a nice,
relaxing steam.

I'll join you!

Hello, Gary.

I guess I may be going for a
slightly less relaxing steam

than I previously thought.

Oh, gah!

I always forget that
you're "Life", too.

It's weird.

Says the guy wearing flippers
over his webbed feet.

Well, what other type of shoes
would fit my webbing?

Ugh, it's like time stands still
in this place!

Hey, Mavis!

Settle something for me.

Am I scary?

Like, your smell or in general?

See? You're not scary.

And dude,
I'm scared of everything.

Well, not everything.

Ahhh! Pencil!

Fine, everything!

Okay, well, maybe I'm not scary
'cause I'm too handsome.

Maybe I need a disguise
or something.

Like Death's cloak
and spiky stick?

Yeah!

Wait, what?

Check it out.
It's just hanging there.

Imagine what it would be like
to try it on.

You don't need to.

Death will be in the steam
for another...

Time really is standing still.

What is with that clock?!

Ugh!

This painting has been causing
a lot of trouble.

Tianna over there has been
waitin' since forever

for her break to start.

Clearly, Death is gonna be
in the steam for a while.

Uhhh...

Nah, I was just talking tough.

It wouldn't fit you, anyway.

You guys aren't exactly
the same size.

I'm picturing it in my mind!

Okay. All right.

I'm putting it on!

Huh, actually looks
kinda good on you.

Holy rabies.

Look at your hands!

Huh?!

Cool...

I feel good, too!

Look at me, I'm Death!

You're dead!

And you're dead!

And-- Ahh!

Ahhh!

Were you...
Were you just scared of me?

Haha! No.

I was.

I knew it.

You guys were right,
I've never been scary.

Pungent? Sure.

Glutinous? Duh.

But scary?

Not even once.

Till now.

If he's gonna be in there
for a while,

I've got time to go
live it up as Death!

Just come back soon.

And don't touch anything!

Pedro?

Pedro.

Make way for Death!

Stench fries, rot dogs,
meat boos, gross beef?

Meet my belly!

Belly, meet my lunch!

Yo! Can I get next?

I'm gonna count that one.

Ah! Oh!

Huh, I usually have to pass gas
to do that.

So, how was it?

Being Death rules!

Don't I know it.

Gah! Death!

I mean, Life!

Ha, I always forget
you're the stork.

Yeah, I get that a lot when
I'm not wearing... my cloak!

Your cloak!

You probably think
I'm wearing it.

Well, you are.
Check the nametag.

"Death." Ha!

Must've grabbed the wrong one.
So sorry.

Uh, yeah, you also should've
read the label next to it, kid.



That explains the butt rash.

No, the other one.

Whoever puts on Death's cloak,
has to work Death's shift.

I get to work a whole shift!

But if I'm Death,
what do you do?

I get to be Gary the stork,
literal Life of the party.

That's awesome!

Yeah, baby!

I love being Death!

I hate being Death!

Being Death is boring me to...

death!

Oh! Even my jokes are lame now!

Gah! I'm up! I'm up!

Pedro, where have you been?!

We've been looking
all over for you.

You wanna know where I've been
all night?

Pushing paper!

What did paper ever do to you?

Tell me where the bad mummy
hurt you.

It turns out barely anything
Death does

actually has to do with death.

I thought I'd be doing
ribbon cuttings

at cemeteries and stuff!

Yes!

But I never got to do that
even once!

His life stinks!

Ugh, that's too bad.

Cause you know ex-Death, Gary?

His new life's awesome!

Explain.

I guess now that he
isn't burdened

with all the work
of being Death,

Gary's the life of the party.

Whoo-hoo, it's limbo time!

If Death's still at that party,

I gotta go talk to him and get
him to take his job back.

My shift's gotta be almost over.

Ha! Go find Death and ask him
to take his job back?

No, thanks.

Oh, yeah, and I have to help
Hank with his...

stuff.

You don't have to ask me twice!

I'm always up for a good
dance party!

Whoop, whoop!

Seriously, no one else wants
to get in on this?

b*at boxing!

Pedro!

You k*lling it as Death or what?

Being Death is k*lling me.

I hate it. I'm done.

You can have your cloak back.

It won't come off!

It's stuck!

Oh, yeah!

Ha, that's cause I don't
want it back.

I'm sorry, kid, it's yours
till the shift is over.

How long is my shift?

It says 8 hours?

No, wait. It's sideways.

Ha! It goes this way.

I mean infinity hours.

Yeah, it's yours...
it's yours for infinity.

Infinity?! Is that shorter or
longer than a day?

Uh, It's kinda more like
forever.

Well, have fun!

I've waited my entire afterlife
to have a limbo party.

A birthday party, a pool party,
surprise party, you name it.

Haha!
I'm gonna try all the parties!

Dance party! Whoop, whoop!

Dance with me, Pedro. Dance.

No? Let me try that again.

Infinity!

That's how long I'm supposed
to be Death!

That's a long time.

It's forever.

And it is sort of your fault!

If you hadn't said the cloak
would look funny on me,

I would've been way too chicken
to try it on.

Sorry, no offense.

So, you have to help me get
my life back!

I can't be pushing papers
for infinity

while he goes to every party
known to monsterkind!

Ahhhhhh!

Okay, okay, I'll help you.

But stop waving that thing
around!

So, Gary, how's it going,

you know, without your cloak
and all.

Great!

Sure, I've gotta wait in line
at the buffet

since no one's afraid of me,

but who cares now that I've got
all the time in the underworld!

I bet.

Pedro is swamped up
to his eyeball wraps.

Poor guy doesn't even have time
to party.

Whew, yeah, been there.

I feel for him.

I mean, I'm not gonna trade
with him,

but, oh, I totally feel for him.

Aw, yeah! Dance party!

Whoop, whoop!

Wendy, hey!

And don't you mean,
costume party?

Aw, yeah, that's what I said!

Costume dance party!
Whoop whoop!

Ooh, I've never been
to a costume dance party!

And a hybrid party is at
the top of my list of parties!

Whoa.
It is a real rager in there.

You're dressed as me?
Or, old me.

It's so long and flowy.

Perfect for going potty.

Er, did I say "potty"
or "party"?

Speaking of that, um...

You're invited, if you wanna go.

It's a Death theme party.

Oh, come on, you think you can
trick me that easily?

Pfft!
How dumb do you think I look?

Aside from the fact that I am
a seven-foot-tall stork.

Okay, it was worth a sh*t.

It really does sound
like a good time.

So, do you want the cloak
or not?

Okay, fine.

I mean, it's-it's
just for the party.

So, lay it on me.

Let's get this par-tay started.

Make way for the big guy!

We did it! I'm me again!

Woo-hoo! Yeah!

Hmm.

Do you think it stinks enough
in here?

Do we need more rotten eggs?

I like it.

Or maybe it stinks too much?

I think it stinks just fine.

This is Wendy's first birthday
since I became her step-mummy,

and I want everything to be
just right

for that gooey little girl.

Don't worry.

Wendy is my best friend.

I won't let you guys down.

We are going to party!

Uh, it's pronounced
"par-tay", Baby Drac,

but that's the kind of talk
I do like to hear.

I went through a lot of trouble
to find the perfect gift,

trekking through fire
and brimstone,

over lava pools and volcanoes,

and that was just to find
the hearse parking at the mall.

Shonda, it's fine.

Go relax,
maybe get your wraps bleached,

and when you're done,
it'll be time to party.

You mean par-tay.

Don't I know it.

Mavis...

'Kay, that was weird.

Maybe no more scummy worms
for me before bed.

Mavis!

It's not you doing that, is it?

Whoa!

Open me...

No no! No no no no!

One, there is no way I'm opening
Wendy's wrapped gift,

and two, I can't believe
I'm talking to a box.

Okay, well,
if it's already unwrapped,

I guess I can peek inside.

It is beautiful!

Oh, hey, Jett.

What?

You like, uh, my purse?

I know, right.

Oh, yeah, sure, I have gum.

Mavis!

Wendy! Oh, no!

It'll spoil the surprise!

Gah! I've got to hide
all this stuff.

Whoa!

Ahhhh!

Wow, talk about roomy.

Ahh! Holy rabies!

I'm stuck!

Yo, Mavis.

We're here to check
on the par-tay.

Uh, where's Wendy?

Mavis!

Wanted to see how you'd perform
under pressure.

Not great, as you can see!

Hey! Whaaaa--

I'm gonna remove Hank's hand,

but you gotta stop doing that,
okay?

Mm-hmm.

Oh, dude,
you got drool all over it.

Is that Wendy's gift?

I know how this looks.

But it's not my fault.

The purse called to me.

It knew my name.

I was being polite!

Okay, fine, I was messing
around with it, got worried

when I heard someone and stuffed
all the party things inside.

And now I'm stuck!

Isn't that always the way?

Mavis, I don't think you
understand

what a big deal this is.

Uh, yeah, I kinda do.

It's Wendy's gift.

I'm stuck in her purse.

Nope. You're stuck
in her cursed mummy purse.

It probably called your name
just for kicks.

Those things bring
an after-lifetime of bad luck

to any unauthorized user.

Bad luck? Forever?

What happens to who the purse
is meant for?

For them, it's a stylish
and roomy handbag.

You got that right.

Very true.

But, um, also,

you gotta help me get it off!

Hank, I need you to go
distract Wendy.

Keep her away from the party.

You mean par-tay,
and yes, ma'am.

What about me?
It's almost snack o'clock.

You're a mummy. You must know
how this thing works.

Not really.

I kinda don't pay attention
to things

that aren't food
or Pedro-related.

We can't go to Shonda.

Ugh, there must be someone
we can ask.

Well, there is...

..one mummy.

Rusty?

Rusty.

And, because Rusty loves
his mama so much--

Our mama! That is what I said.

I will help you get out
of that purse.

Yes!

But, under one condition.

Anything.

I want the southwest quadrant
of that trapped birthday cake.

Anything, but that!

What's the big deal?

You see, based on the way
the purse is listing,

the southwest quadrant has
slumped by 9.3 degrees,

meaning it now contains the
highest ratio of icing to cake.

You got all that by looking
at the shape of a purse?

I have a gift.

Okay, deal.

Woo-hoo! Boom drac-alacka!

Gah, I used the wrong
incantation!

Oh, no, I'm not letting you
at that cake!

No, Pedro! Argh!

I told you this purse
was cursed!

Hey!

You guys haven't started eating
Wendy's cake, right?

Nope. Wha....

Come on, Hank, you can tell me.
It's my birthday!

I just know Mavis has something
special planned.

Mavis? Uh, don't think so.

I feel like I'd know if she was
planning a su--

Great goo, of course!

Mavis knows
I love pointless games!

She must be planning a su...
scavenger hunt!

Mm-hmm!

I can't wait!

Uh, why are you holding
a three-headed dog leash?

'Cause I borrowed it
from Cerberus.

Never know what weird stuff

Mavis might have on her list
for me to find.

Well, yeah, but um,

now what's stopping
the three-headed dog

from getting out?

Uhhh... I don't know.

Oh, mommy!

I love birthdays!

Okay, all we have to do
is lay low,

somehow get my hand out
of the cursed purse,

and get all the party stuff
back to the grand room

before Shonda notices.

No problem, right?

Hey, Mavis,
Shonda's looking for you.

That happened faster
than I expected.

Woo-hoo!

Oh, no. Wendy!

Uh-oh. Abort! Abort!

Was that Mavis?

No. Can't be.

The walk was all wrong.

It must've been...

C'mon, Hank, you can do this.

Tell a believable fib.

A shape-shifting, mimic alien
on a research operation

regarding their conquest
of the monster underworld?

I guess that does make
more sense.

Gah!

Oh...

Dr. Gillman!

Oh, thank goblins!

I need your help with
this purse!

I have got just the thing.

I'm pretty sure I have
some nice hoop earrings

to go with that.

Yeah, no, I mean I need help
getting it off!

Oh. I see.

Well, it looks like
a cursed mummy purse,

so in that case...

we can do this the easy way
or the funny way!

Don't hurt what's left
of the cake!

Yikes! Shonda!

Hmm...

Baby Drac?

Great purse, girl.

Thank you!

I think the lines
of the bandages

really compliment
the stripes in my socks,

plus it is so roomy and--

Mavis!

Right, gotta go!

Okay, I have one hour to make
the best party ever.

Maybe, if everyone has
so much fun,

they won't even notice
the purse eating my hand.

Right, Wendy?

Gah! Wendy!

Hi, Mavis!

Sorry, I kept thinking,

"Don't go to the grand room,
don't go to the grand room,"

and clearly I must have said--

"Go to the grand room"!

So, what're we here for?

I, uhhh...

There you are.

Now just what is goin' on?

Um, surprise...?

Is that Wendy's gift?

Okay, I know how it sounds,

but the purse literally
called to me.

It even knew my name.

And I-I...

I love it!

It's so big and roomy.

You don't know the half of it.

Mm-hmm!

It's a cursed mummy purse.

Cursed for all except you,
that is.

For me?

Oh, sure, for her you open up.

Are those party decorations?
And a cake?

And my new step-bros Pedro
and Rusty?

DJ w*r!

Wendy, I'm sorry!

It is not what it looks like.

Oh, yes, it is.

It looks like the best party
ever!

Only you would think to go
so outside the casket

and hold my party
inside a purse.

Thank you, Mavis!

You're welcome!

Woo! C'mon, guys!

Meh.

Great par-tay, Mavis.

Good job, Mavy.

You throw a great par-tay.

As weird as it is.

Phew. Glad that's over.

And now to par--

What?!

Not again...

Cake?

Can't forget about my bestie.

Thanks, Wendy.

Gah!