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I think this calendar is going to make our lives a lot less complicated.
I don't get it.
If we post our schedules here
we can keep our hathaway visitors and ghost visitors
from ever crossing paths.
No, I don't get why we went with the calendar featuring baby pandas.
Why was I not consulted on this?
Is a calendar really necessary?
I know our living situation can be challenging,
but I for one have everything perfectly under control.
Oh, my gosh, I forgot to lock the door.
Hello. There's no floating girl here.
You must be dreaming.
Go away!
See? That's what I'm talking about.
And let's not forget about last week.
Dad's feeling gassy.
He's got his toot face on.
What did you have for number seven?
Like I'm the only guy who's ever blown a couch across the room.
Okay, well, put me and pops down for Saturday.
It's my turn to host my scare scouts jamboree.
It's going to get cray-cray, ha-ha.
We're making soap.
It's my first time as den dad, or dd as the kids will probably call me.
Please tell the kids to call me that.
All right. Saturday avoid bringing anyone to the house at all costs.
See, this is working.
Also put down Frankie's ballet recital for Saturday.
My baby's dancing in a fairy costume.
You must be so excited.
How well you know me, mother.
Miles, do you have anything planned?
No, Maribelle's leaving for boarding school this week, so I'm pretty open.
I'm sorry, son.
I know you really liked her.
Ah, it's okay pops.
It's giving me more time to work on my art.
I'm actually in a really good place.
What do you think?
Pencil Miles in for a massive meltdown.
I'm thinking Thursday.
10 bucks it's on Wednesday.
Hey, tay.
What do you say?
Hey, mead.
I like to sled.
So, huge favor.
My parents are headed out of town, and I was hoping I could stay with you.
Sleepover? Awesome.
Just tell me when.
This Saturday.
Uh, Saturday?
- One cinnamon roll. - One sec.
Sorry, I don't think I can have you over that day.
Oh. Why? What are you doing?
Not important.
Paper smoothie?
Come on, Taylor. You've got to help me.
Otherwise I get dropped off at my grandpa's house.
He makes me go square dancing.
I've been to senior citizen hoedowns.
They're not pretty.
I'll make Saturday work.
How about making your feet work?
Cinnamon roll!
Ghost hunter.
Disguise mode.
Form of a samurai.
I am sensing a spirit.
Or maybe baloney.
Nevertheless...
Begone!
Okay, here you go. Bye-bye now.
That's right, madam.
You better get on that... Skateboard?
Whoa.
Taylor what was with that freaky woman?
I thought I heard her mention ghosts.
Stuff like that really weirds me out.
Her? She's totally normal. Oh, man.
She forgot her voodoo stick with the goat hoof.
Oh! Ooh! Oo-ooh!
That better not have been on purpose.
How awesome is Saturday going to be?
I'm really going to miss you, Miles.
Look at the bright side. You're going to
one of the best boarding schools in ghost world.
But saying good-bye is hard.
Yeah, I know.
But here is something to remind you of my smiling face.
Oh!
Well, I guess this is it.
- Till we meet again? - Until we meet again.
Wow, you held up pretty good there.
Sorry, couldn't help overhearing.
Thanks to this state-of-the-art listening equipment.
I don't know why you'd be surprised.
Miles Preston is a rock.
Yeah, you kind of are.
You want to know what else?
I'm going to miss her so much!
Why? Why, Maribelle?
And we're back to normal.
Frankie!
I picked up your recital dress.
Ugh. My fairy costume.
What did I do to deserve this torture?
Really? You don't remember that little stunt you pulled last month?
Where are your eyebrows?
Where are my eyebrows?
In my defense, that was for a school project.
And my hypothesis was right.
People do care about their looks.
All I can say is I'm going to enjoy seeing you out there, sweetie
why? Because you're proud of me or because I'll be embarrassing myself?
Uh-huh. Now if you'll excuse me I need to glue on some fresh eyebrows.
All right. Ghost camera set, pops.
Let's get a portrait with our scouts uniforms on.
All right, let's do this.
Whoa, whoa!
- Back it up! - What's the problem?
Look at all of those achievement patches.
There's like 50.
87 to be exact.
Well, I don't have any.
What about the one on your back?
That's a tag.
Son, you're new to scare scouts.
These things take time.
When you do something worthy, a patch will appear.
Number 88. Outstanding explanation of scare scout policy.
Knock, knock.
You look all handsome in your matching uniforms.
Why don't you have any patches?
State your business.
So, I need a super-huge favor.
Had a little scheduling mix-up, and Meadow's staying the night tomorrow.
During scare scouts?
Well, I guess I would do the mature thing and say she can stay.
No maturity patch?
Then no, she can't stay.
Come on. She needs a place to stay, and I want to be a good friend.
Listen, we'll make it work.
Louie and the boys will stick to the attic and living room.
You girls will stay in the bakery, deal?
That'll work. Thanks, ray.
It was nothing.
A humility badge?
I'm on fire, baby!
Should have seen that coming.
Are you serious, rocco?
I was counting on you to destroy the set of my
stupid ballet recital so I wouldn't have to perform.
But now you've decided to become a rabbi?
Worst henchman ever.
Miles, you're a mess.
Are you growing a beard?
No. I did that with a magic marker.
The fresh-faced Miles doesn't live here anymore.
Does this have something to do with Mary Alice going to clown college?
Her name is Maribelle and she's going to boarding school.
Right. Right.
I can't get her out of my head.
Whoa. What just happened?
Uh-oh. Here comes the upset hiccups.
Excuse me?
Happens whenever I get really upset.
I hiccup and things around me explode.
So, the more you think about myrtle
- Maribelle. - Exactly.
The more things you destroy?
Yes.
Sweet. Bye-bye, ballet recital.
Miles, I know what you're going through.
- I can help you. - Really?
You and I are going to talk this problem out.
- Now, tell me about Mabel. - Maribelle.
Oh...
Awesome!
- Oh, I can't watch. - It's okay.
I'm pretty sure miss piggy's going to make it to the parade.
I'm sorry I'm such a wimp.
But, I am so glad to be sleeping over with my best friend.
Me too.
Warning, females.
A beefcake has entered the building.
Don't worry, I'm just grabbing my scare scout hat.
Oh, no. I hate this part.
I know. World's biggest scaredy-cat.
Scaredy-cat.
Hel-lo!
Would you excuse me? I need to put the cat out.
Don't you get any ideas or I'll tell your dad.
Cat.
But if I scare her out of here I'll finally earn my first badge.
N-o. No.
- Promise me you won't haunt. - Fine.
But she's lucky I'm letting her skate away scot-free.
Yeah. This almost happened.
Look at all the patches on your dad's shirt.
There must be 60.
88, to be exact.
88?
That means you only have...
88 patches to go until you match him.
Oh, yeah? Well, get ready
'cause tonight Louie Preston's going to patch city.
I'm going to clean up.
I got to get a haunting patch.
But how? How?
Hello.
You have the easiest scare in the world just waiting for you downstairs.
But I made a promise to Taylor.
Hey, Louie.
You said you wouldn't haunt Meadow,
but what if you scared her while possessing Michelle?
Oh, that's not a bad idea, Louie soap.
Sorry, Michelle.
But I need to get my haunt on.
To the bakery.
Oh, right. Can't poof.
Oh, right.
Can't go through walls.
- Hey, mom. - Yeah, that's me.
I'm your mother.
Mom, can I talk to you for a second?
- Louie, I know you're in there. - Psych! Loser.
Hey, come back here.
Make me.
Mother, do not do this.
Respect your elders.
You respect your elders, you little twerp.
I just want one stinking patch.
Back, back. Fear the hoof.
- You don't have the guts. - Oh, really?
What'd you do?
This isn't the laundry room.
If I don't have eyebrows, there's going to be trouble.
Meadow, I'm so sorry.
Are you okay?
I think so.
Okay, she's good.
Everything's back to normal, and no one is in trouble.
Taylor, who's this little boy?
What little boy?
Him.
Meadow, keep icing your head.
This is bad. This is very bad.
She can see ghosts. How did this happen?
The bonk on the head from that stupid magic hoof.
Is not a sentence I want to have to tell her mother.
Forgot my hat again.
Just pretend I'm not here.
There he is. That little boy.
I'm not crazy!
No boy. No boy. Keep icing.
I think I need to lie down.
Maybe I could go upstairs and use your bed?
The bed in my room?
Upstairs?
Like, up the stairs, upstairs.
Did you hit your head too?
No, it's just...
Mom, tell her why she can't go upstairs.
Uh, the, uh, construction.
The beds aren't made. Killer bees.
I'm not good under pressure!
Okay, let's go upstairs.
But you got to keep your eyes shut.
Why?
Ice, Meadow.
Ice.
I finally find another ghost who doesn't like haunting,
and she moves away.
Hmm. Interesting.
Destruction 8 degrees left of target.
Don't you have a ballet recital to get ready for?
It's in a few hours.
I'll worry about that. You keep those hiccups
flying so I can figure out exactly
how to use you... Help you.
You were saying?
I guess I'm scared I'll never find another ghost friend like her.
Hmm...
I think we're very close to figuring this out.
Keep going. Explore your pain.
I mean, why'd she have to leave in the middle of the school year?
Bull's-eye! Good-bye, recital.
What's that?
I said you're making a ton of progress.
Hey, we should continue this talk in a more peaceful setting.
Like in the middle of the stage set for my ballet.
Well, if you think it will help.
Got to be more careful where I stand.
Woo! Ha!
We got a battle going on here.
Louie, you sure you don't want to get in on this?
Yes, I'm sure.
Ray. Meadow emergency.
Kind of got my arms full.
You need to shut this down.
Meadow can see ghosts, thanks to Louie.
I said I was sorry.
Mom, you're supposed to be keeping an eye on Meadow in my room.
Well, for some reason she didn't want me watching her sleep.
Do you think I have a creepy stare?
Taylor, I can't ask these kids to leave.
- It's too late. - We have to do something.
Can you imagine what Meadow would do if she saw this?
Meadow.
Now we know.
You shouldn't be on your feet.
I saw a man with stretched out arms.
Someone needs more nappy time.
Stop acting like I'm crazy.
I know what I saw.
There's freaky stuff going on in there.
Meadow. Meadow. Meadow. Meadow.
What?
I wish I could explain, but it's complicated.
I'm sorry, but maybe this sleepover was a bad idea.
I thought we were best friends.
But since I've gotten here you've acted weird and secretive, tackled me,
and now you want me to leave?
Got it.
I'm going to call my grandpa.
It's 6:30. I'm going to wake him up.
So, guessing things didn't go well.
What are you going to do?
What can I do?
If I tell her the truth, she'll freak out.
If I don't, she'll feel like I'm hiding something.
So you've got options?
Maybe I should stop talking about Maribelle.
That last hiccup took out an ice cream truck.
Yeah, that's a shame.
Francesca.
No poncho, young lady.
You'll hurt your pretty wings.
You'll get yours.
So, how is Maribelle planning on decorating her dorm room
at her far away school that you're not allowed to visit?
Excellent.
Let's light this firecracker.
Here, sit in front of this stupid...
I mean, pretty wishing well.
Remember, the more you hiccup, the more you'll heal.
Okay.
So, what do you think Maribelle will be doing
on all her weekends and holidays without you?
I forgot about the holidays.
I guess she'll be home for those.
You're smiling. Stop smiling!
She'll have all sorts of exciting stories to tell.
About all the boys she's met.
Now, hiccup. Hiccup, I say!
I don't think I need to.
You made me see the bright side of things.
Frankie, I think I'm cured.
- You did it! - What?
No! There's got to be more rage inside you.
Find it, Miles.
Tear down these walls.
Oh, you.
The fresh-faced Miles is back.
Thanks, Frankie. You're a good friend.
I'm overjoyed my plan is working for you.
Francesca.
You will wear the nature wreath.
Come. We prepare to dance.
Miles, got any happy hiccups in you?
Start a fire. Burst a water pipe.
Don't let them do this to me.
Listen, Meadow. I'm really sorry.
Then you're going to tell me what's really going on here tonight?
No.
You know what?
I think I'll wait outside.
Meadow. Wait.
It's the guy with the really long arms.
They're usually not that long.
But they are big.
Dad, focus.
What are you guys doing?
We're here to tell Meadow the truth.
Taylor's been protecting us and our secret.
Guys, don't think this is a good time for sharing.
Meadow, my name's Louie and this is my dad, ray.
There's no easy way to say this, but...
We are circus folk.
Circus folk?
Yah-huh.
How does that explain what I saw?
I'm a master illusionist.
That's right. We're the amazing prestons.
- Tssss! - Tssss!
We're still working on our costumes.
We're renting out the upstairs from the hathaways.
But why is that a secret?
We're working on a new act
and can't let the competition know what we're up to.
This is a little hard to believe.
You're telling me.
Well, maybe this can convince you.
Voila.
Ah!
That is amazing.
You think that's cool?
I'm actually the circus strong man.
It's part of the act.
He's a clown.
It's all starting to make sense now.
It is?
Taylor's kept our secret this entire time.
That's the kind of person she is.
Loyal and trustworthy.
We're very lucky to have her in our life.
So am I.
I'm sorry I tried to pry your secret out of you.
Can you forgive me?
Absolutely.
You're my best friend.
All right.
Nice to have met you, Meadow.
I guess we'll see you around.
You know, 'cause you can see us.
This day was a total bust.
Louie, look!
The helping out a human patch?
Oh, this is worse than no patch.
Take it, son.
Take it.
I'm really psyched to get to know them better.
They seem awesome.
Yeah, it's going to be great.
Keep dancing my precious fairy.
Mommy loves you.
- How cute are they? - So adorable.
Mine's the one in the yellow.
- Which one's yours? - See you, suckers.
The one trying to escape through the roof.
Pardon me.
Get down from there, young lady!
I am not getting stuck in a heating vent again.