Eh?
Ah, Dracula's the coolest.
Eh?
Whoa, didn't see that coming.
Oh, me neither. Ooh.
Presenting the classic Dracula action figure
with hypnotic-trance-inducing spinning eyes...
You are under my spell.
Ohh.
...Victim-ready spring-loaded fangs
and lifelike coffin made from real Transylvanian wood.
Not made from real wood.
Don't be frightened.
Hypnotic spinning eyes. Spring-loaded fangs.
Oh, I gotta have that.
Grams, Grams, did you see that? Did you?
Without the fangs, Sam.
I can't understand
a thing you're saying.
Did you see that?
Oh, I saw it, all right.
That's the creepiest doll I've ever seen.
Doll? Doll? It's not a doll.
It's the greatest, most scariest action figure ever.
It even comes with a lifelike coffin.
That's awfully morbid, if you ask me.
Well?
Well what, dear?
Can I get one? Can I? Can I? Oh, please?
Oh, no. Christmas is just a few months away,
so why don't you write Santa Claus a nice letter
and ask him for this Dracula doll?
Action figure.
Of course, action figure.
Hey, Webber.
Christmas is so far away.
But Halloween is just around the corner.
Dear Dracula,
I am your biggest fan.
Whoa! Yikes!
Mommy. Mommy.
Almost there. Almost there.
Almost there.
Boo!
Gotcha.
Whoa.
Whoa. Whoa.
Whew.
Master, why must you scare me so?
Boo!
Aah!
Gotcha again!
Enough, Master. I beg you.
Oh, no.
Can't... hang... on.
Losing... grip.
Aah!
Whew.
It's a good thing
this soft chair was here to break my fall.
Aah! Help me!
This chair is alive!
Boo.
Aah!
N-No more, Master.
You're killing me. Killing me, I tell you.
Ah, you're too kind, Myro.
Whatever do you mean, Master?
Aw, what's the use?
I've lost it.
Nobody's scared of Count Dracula anymore.
Bite your tongue, Master.
The mere mention of your name
still makes some people quiver in their boots.
If they're wearing boots, that is.
Whatever their chosen footwear,
they quake when they hear...
"Count Dracula."
Some people.
That's the problem, Myro.
There was a time when everyone would shudder
when my name was spoken,
but today the younger generation don't find me scary.
Nonsense, Master.
No, it's true.
Today, the young ones are more afraid
of faceless goons with chain saws
than classic monsters, such as myself,
the Werewolf and the Mummy.
I've got to be honest.
I never really found the Mummy all that scary.
Still, those were the days, Myro.
Of course, Master.
Huh?
What was that, Myro?
Why, it's the mailman, Master.
Ah.
I'm going to scare him good.
Mommy. Mommy.
I'll just wait here until the moment is right.
Easy, Gus. Easy.
You can do this.
Oh, my gosh.
Aah. Ooh. Aah.
Greetings. Heh, heh.
D-D-D-Delivery
for C-C-C...
Count Dracula.
Boo.
Ah, not exactly as I planned,
but, still, I scared him good.
Yes, Master, you certainly did.
And look, Master.
We have mail!
Fan mail.
Excellent!
Just dump it all on the floor, Myro, anywhere.
But, Master...
Ah, I see.
"Dear Dracula."
Who's it from, Master? Who? Who?
What are you, an owl, Myro?
It is from some little boy named Sam
all the way from America.
Listen to this.
"Dear Dracula,
"My name is Sam,
and I am your biggest fan."
How exciting, Master.
But... But by "biggest,"
does this Sam mean he is a giant
or that he admires you more than anyone else?
After me, of course. Heh-heh-heh-heh.
Hush, Myro.
Show a little respect
when Master is reading his fan mail.
Yes, Master.
Myro!
Won't happen again.
Whoa!
Forgive me, Master.
Myro.
Pack your bags.
But, Master, I said sorry.
Please don't fire me.
Pull out my travel coffin,
and put some fresh dirt in it.
But wait. What?
We're going to America
to see this Sam.
Oh. Oh!
Yes, Master.
So, what do you think, Webber?
Yeah. You're right.
I think it needs a spider web.
Something really cool and scary, okay?
Look, it's that weirdo Sam,
and he's talking to his pet spider.
Again.
Cut it out, Nicole.
Hey, Sam.
H-Hi.
Uh, I'm having a Halloween party
at my house tonight.
I was wondering if you'd like to come.
Uh, I don't know. I told Grams
I'd help her with the trick-or-treaters.
Well, I hope you can make it.
I mean, it's just across the street, heh.
Okay. I'll think about it, and I'll talk to Grams.
Ew, what are you doing talking to the bug whisperer?
Seriously, that dude's beyond creepy.
He is not creepy.
He's... different.
Well, maybe you want to stay here
and hang out with Mr. Different,
but we're out of here. Come on.
Webber, no.
Aah!
Tarantula!
Aah!
Not cool, spider dude.
Definitely not cool!
That was awesome, little guy.
She totally deserved it.
Listen, tell Sam he should come to my party, okay?
Okay. See you.
Webber, that was bad.
Very funny, but bad.
Well, maybe "bad" is the wrong word.
No. I am not going.
Sam.
Coming!
So, will you work on the web?
Remember, cool and scary.
Oh, and happy Halloween, Webber.
Hey, Grams.
Stop it.
Not on my watch, mister.
Was that Emma I saw you talking to out there?
Yeah.
So are you going?
Going where?
Are you going to Emma's Halloween party tonight?
Were you eavesdropping, Grams?
No, dear. I would never eavesdrop on purpose.
I prefer to think of it as overhearing,
and I think I overheard Emma invite you to her party.
So, are you going?
Uh-uh.
Oh, good,
because there's no way I could sit through
the Monster Movie Marathon on my own.
It's our Halloween tradition.
I know, Grams. I know.
Myro, are we there yet?
Not yet, Master.
Are we there yet?
Master, we're finally there.
I-I mean here.
Excellent!
Now then, take me up to the front door
so I can make a grand entrance.
Yes, Master.
And, Myro, make sure the sunlight won't be on me.
It won't be much of an entrance
if I turn to dust the second the coffin opens,
now, would it?
No, Master.
Oh, trick-or-treaters.
My, oh, my, they start earlier each year.
Oh, my.
Good evening, madam.
Aren't you a little old to be trick-or-treating?
Charming, but I am not a trick-or-treater.
What are you selling, then?
Madam, I have traveled a very long way.
Is this the house of Sam?
Who wants to know, exactly?
I...
am Count Dracula.
Well, whatever you're selling,
I'm not buying.
Master... Ohh.
Way to dodge the vase, Master.
Ohh!
Calm down, granny. Calm down.
This is not going well.
Tell me about it, Master.
Ohh! Aah!
Get off my property, you hoodlums.
Ohh. Oh, Master...
No, no. We must get you out of the sunlight.
Ohh!
You leave me no choice, granny.
Look into my eyes.
You are under my spell.
I am under your spell.
We are friends of Sam's
from school.
In that case,
won't you please come in?
Myro, we're in.
I am Count Dracula.
Whoa!
The one and only Count Dracula
is in my living room on Halloween.
Oh, how cool is that?
Yes, how cool is that?
I know you wanted a toy doll,
but I brought something better:
The real Dracula!
You look like you want to eat me.
I thought I was the vampire here.
Close your mouth.
You're making me nervous.
Ahem, Master.
Ah. Sam, this is Myro.
Myro, this is the little boy
who wrote the letter.
Oh, hey, Myro. Welcome.
Thank you, Master Sam.
A pleasure to meet you.
So, you're like the Count's assistant or something?
Technically, I'm a "Certified Henchman."
I majored in Vampire Henchery in Ghoullage.
I don't like to toot my own horn,
but I'm also an accomplished gravedigger.
Myro, you're being modest.
He's the best.
Thank you, Master.
Sam, would your friends like to watch
the Monster Movie Marathon with us?
Guys?
Why, that sounds delightful, grandma.
And you're all done throwing things, yes?
Of course, dear.
Oh, Webber,
I'd like you to meet Myro and Count Dracula.
He's visiting me all the way from Transylvania.
Soda?
They're drinks.
Aah!
I'm so sorry.
I-I'll clean that up.
Heh, that's one way.
What was that?
Did that come from me?
That was a burp,
a monster burp.
Burps, movie marathons.
There is much to learn.
Continue your teachings, young Sam.
Okay, the first movie is about a new breed of vampires.
It's called Demons at Dusk.
Oh, Edmund, you will be mine someday.
So, what did you think, Count?
That was rubbish, absolute hogwash.
Vampires aren't pretty-boys that sparkle in the sun.
Real vampires burn and crumble into dust
when exposed to daylight. Feh.
Okay, but this is what scares kids today.
Ah, that was awful.
I'm embarrassed to be a vampire after seeing that.
What's next?
Something scary, I hope.
Oh, this one's scary, all right.
It's Bladesaw VII.
Who is the monster? Anyone I know?
Uh, he's not exactly a real monster
like you or Frankenstein.
He's more of a...
deranged killer! Ah!
Who forces people to do horrible things as punishment.
Hmph. Doesn't sound so scary.
There is only one way out of here.
Ah!
Turn it off, Sam. I've seen enough.
What's wrong?
Call me old-fashioned,
but that's not scary.
Really?
It's gruesome. There's no fright,
no goose bumps, no shivers running down the spine.
I need some fresh air.
Master!
Sam, do something, I beg you.
Count, wait up!
Seriously...
...eh, w-what are you?
Th-There's not scary.
Master?
Count?
Master?
Sam...
Tell me something.
What does Halloween mean to you?
Besides the candy?
Oh, I almost forgot about that.
Myro, run up to that house
and get the Count's favorite candy.
The swirly taffy?
No. Blech.
That stuff sticks to my fangs.
You know what I like.
But of course, Master.
Whoa.
Aah!
Help me!
Ohh!
Master, Master, look what I got.
Candy corn.
My favorite!
Now, where I was I?
Oh, yes.
So what does Halloween mean to you,
besides the sweet free candy?
For me, it's the thrill of the scare.
Exactly. It's fright night, no?
So, where are all the ghouls, goblins and monsters?
Why are there so many unworthy costumes on Halloween?
Seriously, cowboys aren't scary.
A poodle dressed as ballerina
is ridiculous,
but definitely not scary.
Yeah, that's a totally different kind of scary.
And what is this?
A giant hot dog with a zigzag dollop of mustard.
Not scary.
Yeah? Well, boring old vampires
aren't scary either. They're lame.
How dare you, you oversized sausage?
I've been scaring people
since your great-great-great-great-
great-great-great-great- great-great-great-great-
great-great-great-great...
Great-great-grandfather was in diapers.
Lame.
Look, Count,
back in the day, you were untouchable,
but there are a lot of other scary creatures out there now.
Nonsense. I'll show you.
Sam, weren't you even
a little, teensy bit frightened
when you saw Master swoop in here?
Uh, what didn't you understand about my letter?
I'm his biggest fan.
Did you see the fright he gave your granny?
Master scared her so bad,
he had to put her in a trance, heh-heh.
Ah, ha, ha, ha.
Don't worry. She's fine.
Don't be so delusional, Myro.
Grandma wasn't frightened.
She just hates door-to-door salesmen.
You weren't scary.
Boo!
Blaah!
Raah.
These are sad times, Master Sam.
No one seems to find Dracula scary anymore.
That's not true.
Dracula is the scariest creature of all time.
Now you are the one being delusional.
The sad truth is no one tries to lynch us anymore.
There are no vampire hunters
ready to stake us around every corner,
and yours...
is the only fan mail
Dracula has received...
in years.
Aye, it's true.
It's really true.
I'm no longer the menacing monster I once was.
Count...
I think I know what the problem is.
Your scare is wearing a little thin.
You're still Dracula.
You were once the most fearsome creature in the world.
You just need to believe it
so everyone else can see.
But, Sam, I'm a relic.
I'm yesterday's ghoul.
Don't worry, Count.
I'll help you get back on top.
Trick or treat!
Here you go.
Happy Halloween.
Hey, Sam.
Uh, hi, Emma.
Your house looks really cool this year.
I like the skeleton hands coming up through the ground.
Nice touch.
Uh, thanks.
So, have you decided
if you're coming to my party later?
Uh, I don't know.
Your friends seem like, you know...
Oh, don't worry about them. Come on.
It'll be fun.
And you can bring your friends.
Oh. Uh, Emma, this is the Count.
Heh. I can see that.
Well, Count, maybe you can hypnotize Sam
and command him to come to my party.
I, uh...
Heh-heh, I...
Sam, I don't understand.
You're more afraid of some kids
than you are of me,
the scariest creature to ever roam the Earth.
How can that be?
Look, everyone thinks I'm strange.
Not everyone, apparently.
Emma seems to like you.
Yeah, but her friends think I'm a weirdo.
Let's face it. I'll never be one of the cool kids.
Hogwash!
Sam, the reason people say these things
is because they fear what they don't know,
and they don't know you,
so change it.
Here. Let's make a deal.
You help me get my scariness back,
and I'll help you show people what Sam is all about.
Deal?
Deal.
All right, Count,
welcome to Sam's Monster Building Boot Camp for Vampires.
Are you ready?
Sir, yes, sir.
Now, tell me what you see
when you look in the mirror.
What?
"What?" nothing! Tell me what you see!
Oh. Heh-heh. Right.
But if you could see yourself,
you'd see that you're not the scariest creature out there.
That changes tonight.
Yes, sir.
I can't hear you, vampire!
Sir, yes, sir!
Sir, yes, sir, Master.
Uh, just the Count, Myro.
Y-Yes, Drill Sergeant Sam.
Sorry, Drill Sergeant Sam.
F-F-Forgive me, Master.
Old habits.
Okay now, Count. Show me your shadow.
What do you mean?
Everyone knows vampires' shadows
take on a life of their own to amplify their scariness.
Show me your shadow, Count,
and make it scary.
All right, but it's been a while.
Show me your fangs.
Come on, now. My grandma's dentures
have more bite than those little baby fangs.
Again.
Okay, and vanish.
And appear.
You've got to do better
if you're going to terrify someone, Count.
Again. Vanish!
And appear!
That's more like it.
Let's put it all together now.
Show me the combo platter of fright.
Go, Master! Go, Master!
Go, go, go, Master!
Ready. Set...
Vanish! Appear!
Shadow! Fangs!
Let's change it up.
Fangs!
Shadow.
Vanish, and appear!
What are you?
I'm a lean, mean
monster machine!
How do you feel?
I feel like I could devour the whole town
with one fang tied behind my back.
That's the Count Dracula I know and fear.
Master's back.
Master's back!
Myro, why don't you check on Granny
while I have a little chat with Sam.
My pleasure, Master.
Now then, Sam. It's my turn.
I have much to teach you in ways of confidence
before tonight's big soiree.
Ah, it's just a party.
I didn't say I was going.
What? Of course you're going,
and you're going to show Emma
that you're worthy of her friendship.
But I don't have a costume.
Don't worry. I've already taken care of that.
What you need is a crash course
on how to fit in.
Sam, tell me what makes you...
You?
Well, I'm a little odd, I suppose,
you know, like misunderstood.
Okay, I'm going to put a different spin on that.
You say odd and misunderstood,
where I would say bold or independent
and not afraid to be yourself.
What else?
Uh, let's see.
I'm a monster movie geek.
Okay, now turn that into a positive.
Um, okay.
I'm a...
Classic... Gotcha.
Uh, I'm a classic horror movie enthusiast?
Not bad. Try "aficionado" instead.
I'm a classic horror movie aficionado.
Hey.
You see? With a fresh perspective,
you've gone from being a boring, alienated kid
to the most interesting guy in the whole town.
Okay, that's all great,
but what if I choke?
Ah. Look, if worse comes to worst,
I'll tell you what say.
But really, Sam, all you need to do
is sink your fangs in, and don't let go.
Show people who you really are.
Now let's go see about that costume.
Oh, thank you, my little friend.
You're very kind.
Hey, what's going on?
Here you go, Sam.
I'm not exactly sure what it is or why I did it,
but I thought you'd need this for Emma's party.
Now go try it on.
Okay. Thanks.
Trick or treat. Can I have some candy, please?
So what do you think?
Doesn't Sam look like a real ghoul?
The picture of fright.
I'm so proud.
Everything is coming together
so nicely on this Halloween eve.
Trick or treat!
But something is missing,
and I can't quite put my finger on it.
Hey, Webber.
Oh, okay.
Ready, everyone?
One... two...
three!
Oh, Master, look. Look.
Ah, now it's Halloween.
Webber, that's the best yet.
Way to go, little buddy.
Myro, you take good care of Grams
while we're at the party, okay?
But of course, Sam. Heh-heh.
Oh, boy. Fresh victims.
Boo!
I'm good.
Maybe a little too good.
Scared you, didn't I? Yes?
I knew it.
Uh-huh. Uh-huh.
Mm-hm, mm-hm. Mm-hm.
The Count is back!
Myro, bring these delightful
trick-or-treaters some candy.
And don't be stingy.
Yes, Master.
Right away, Master.
I feel more undead than I have in centuries.
Looking good, Count.
Sam, if you don't mind,
I'd like to try out my new bite.
I'll see you at Emma's.
And remember, sink your fangs in and...
Don't let go.
Wish me luck.
You won't need it, good fella.
Whoo!
I love your costume. It's so cool!
Whoa. Cool costume, Emma.
Okay, Sam, you can do this.
Just be yourself, like Count Dracula said.
Look at you!
Wicked costume, Em.
Not exactly what we all agreed to, though.
Yeah, I know, but that wasn't really me.
I needed to put a little classic fright night into it.
Well, what are we waiting for, girls?
Let's get this party started.
Sam?
Come on, Emma!
Real good, Sam.
Way to sink your fangs in.
Ah, this was a dumb idea.
I'm going home.
And where do you think you're going?
Home.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
We had a deal, Sam,
and I refuse to let you back out now.
You're coming with me.
I love your costume. It's so cool.
Yeah! All right!
Kirk! Kirk! Over here!
Cool costume.
Thanks. What are you supposed to be?
A vampire.
Really? That's the costume,
a pair of fangs?
Just like the movies.
Go and talk to her.
She wants to be your friend, Sam.
Tell her what a great party it is.
Anything.
But she's with that Kirk guy.
I'll take care of that.
When I give the signal, you approach Emma.
Just let me get rid of that goon hanging around her.
Whoa, where'd you come from, dude?
Transylvania, of course.
Oh, Transylvania.
I hear they've got a good football team.
So pally, tell me,
what are you supposed to be?
Duh.
I'm a vampire, dude. What do I look like?
You look like a pretty-boy with a bad set of false teeth.
Well, that's what a vampire is.
What? How insulting.
Vampires are terrifying creatures
that strike fear in the hearts of puny humans like you.
Whatever.
Whatever?
I'll give you whatever.
Look into my eyes, you silly vampire wannabe.
For the rest of the night,
I want you to dance around
and cluck like a chicken.
Understood?
Dude, I will so dance around
and cluck like a chicken.
Excellent.
Now go on.
Oh, no, you don't, bug boy.
Emma doesn't need to be creeped out by you, you weirdo.
Come on.
Tarantula!
Again!
Hey, Webb.
Thanks again.
Hi, Emma.
Sam, is that you?
Uh-huh.
You made it.
Wow. Great costume.
You, too.
It looks like we both had the same idea.
Yeah, I guess so.
I, uh, I...
What is it, Sam?
Uh, I just wanted to say...
Come on, Sam. You can do it.
Show Em your fangs.
Are you okay, Sam?
Sam, you might start by saying to Emma
that, "You throw one mean shindig."
Might I start by saying that
you throw one mean shindig? Heh.
Nobody says, "shindig" anymore.
I-I can't do it, not like this.
Look, Emma, I wanted to say thank you
for inviting me to your party.
I know everyone thinks I'm strange and a little creepy,
but I'm not.
Nice.
I don't think you're creepy, Sam.
I think you're, uh...
You.
You know, not afraid to be yourself.
That's cool.
You really think?
Yeah, I do.
Hey, do you want to check out the dance floor?
Cool.
It's in the backyard.
We have a deejay and everything.
See? Now that's weird.
They grow up so quickly.
Now it's time to sink my fangs into Halloween.
I can't believe you love horror movies, too.
Yeah, most people think it's weird
for a girl to like horror films.
But there's just something
about the classics.
And it doesn't bother you
that my best friend's a spider?
Well, that is a little...
Uh, I just...
I'm kidding. I'm kidding.
I think spiders rock.
Ladies and gentlemen,
it's time to announce our winners for best costume.
For craziest costume and staying in character all night,
the winner is... Kirk!
Heh. If it wasn't for me,
that chicken guy would've won for lamest vampire costume.
And because it's Halloween,
the scariest costume of the party goes to...
the guy dressed as that old-school vampire.
No way.
Show yourself, Count.
Who's got his bite back?
Count Dracula, that's who.
Hm, I must make a grand entrance.
Oh, this is too good.
Has anyone seen that classic vampire?
Anyone?
Sam, look. It's the Count.
Look into my eyes, people.
You cannot escape my hypnotic trance.
You are more frightened than you've ever been.
Behold, the scariest creature to ever walk the Earth.
I am Count Dracula...
And I command you to scream!
Wait Wait. I wasn't finished.
I want you to scream...
"Happy Halloween!"
Happy Halloween!
This is for my good friend Sam.
Thank you, Sam.
Who is he exactly?
Just my vampire friend, Count Dracula.
I taught him everything he knows.
Sam, I came here to pay you a special visit
based on the letter you wrote me.
Who knew our time together would change my life forever?
You have inspired me to be the very best vampire I can be.
Thank you for helping me be proud of who I am.
Happy to help, Count.
And thanks for helping me.
So, what are you going to do now?
Now I'm going to return home to Transylvania.
It seems word travels fast.
Master's been invited to Frankenstein's
for an exclusive monster party at the mortuary.
It's been years since anyone
has invited me to a morgue-ess-borg.
Do you want me to help you with your coffin?
The coffin?
No, keep it.
You never know when I'll be back.
Myro, why don't you take the cab?
Yes, Master.
It's such a nice night.
I think I'll fly.
Goodbye, Sam, Emma,
little Webber and grandma.
Hey, what about Grams?
She'll be fine in a few minutes.
Trust me!
Well, I mustn't keep Master waiting.
Sam, I will miss you.
I will miss you all.
Now if I can just get...
Farewell.
Bye. Bye.
Oh, my. Where am I?
What's going on?
Grandma, you missed it. You missed it all.
Count Dracula just left with his henchman Myro.
Oh, Sam, you and your horror stories.
No, really, this was the best Halloween ever.
Eh, it's over?
I'm afraid so.
The last thing I remember was a knock at the door
and then that spooky coffin salesman.
Did you go to Emma's party?
I sure did. It was the best.
Grams, can Emma come over tomorrow
and watch the rest of the Monster Movie Marathon with us?
But of course, dear.
You're it.
Ah, dang it.
Gotcha! EMMA: Oh, Sam, you got me.
Okay,
I'm gonna get you this time.
Can't catch me. Better run, okay?