♪ Camp Lakebottom, where the zombies drool ♪
[scream]
♪ Cape Lakebottom, where the spooks are cool ♪
♪ Cape Lakebottom, don't eat that food ♪
♪ Cape Lakebottom, bring your monster attitude ♪
♪ Camp! Lakebottom! Yeah! ♪
♪ Camp! Lakebottom! ♪
[teeth chattering]
[neighs]
McGEE: Dear Mom...
Playing horseshoes is fun...
But it's a lot easier when the horse isn't wearing them.
One last toss 'til total Buttslop humiliation.
One's all I need to crush you, McGoon.
I hope you enjoy losing, McGee!
Buttsquat! Buttsquat! He's the man!
If he can't do it...
OW! McGee can!
Final round of the Zip‐Line Horseshoe Playoffs!
Who'll win a trip to the fabulous prize shed?
Pick a prize, any prize!
Like these false teeth...
Ow! A little help here!
[screams]
Outta the way, loser!
Waugh!
Low blow!
SUZI: Here's another one!
[chuckles]
No!
It's a ringer!
McGee wins!
Couldn't have done it without you, Buttslop!
Whoa!
Choose anything you want, camper.
[chuckles]
Nope. Euw. And no.
Whoa!
I pick THIS!
Euw! A mouldy horsehead?
That's gross, even for Lakebottom!
Lakebottom's got way grosser stuff than that!
Come on, Suz.
I don't need their stinky, lame‐o prizes.
I've got a case full of real trophies.
Yeah, but none of those trophies is a mouldy horse head!
Yeehaw! [creaking]
I'm okay...
I like your trophy, McGee, even if it stinks.
It doesn't stink. [sniff]
Ugh!
Lunchtime!
Come get your boiled skunk!
Awf! Ouch! Shtinky.
Huh? [whinnies]
[screaming]
[whinnies]
Where am I? This isn't the shed!
I gotta hide!
It talks?
My trophy just went from awesome to fantawesomazing!
I'm a trophy?
Oh yeah.
I picked you... I'm McGee.
Well colour me flattered!
Fleabiscuit's the name.
After hanging around so long you must be starving.
FOOD! I'm starving!
That might explain the whole starving thing.
That might explain the whole stinking thing too.
[♪]
Children playing with a mutilated horse head
is a [sniffs] beautiful thing...
[♪]
Disgusting!
But at the same time, adorable!
[ship's horn]
Hey McGee!
Look at all my awesome, gorgeous, expensive trophies!
[playful laughter]
My lame, pathetic, worthless trophies.
[grunts]
That mouldy horse head
is repulsive, disgusting, stinky...
and it will be mine!
I brought you some beddy‐bye tea.
Thanks Squirt.
Mmm, this really hits the spot!
You mean it really hits the floor.
C'mon, time to hit the sack.
ALL: 'Night Fleabiscuit.
'Night, campers.
You're the best trophy ever!
Thanks for picking me, McGee.
[galloping]
[whinnies]
I was afraid this would happen...
McGee, wake up!
It's coming!
No Rosebud, I didn't eat the couch,
it was Squirt...
[whinnies]
Fleabiscuit! Where are you going?
I don't know ‐ I gotta get away!
[galloping]
Listen! Reindeer! Do you think it's Santa?
It's too late! We've gotta hide!
Hurry!
What do you think? [whinnying]
It sure ain't Santa!
I've been a good boy this year!
Is that...
[whinnying]
Fleabiscuit's body?
It's found me!
[whinnying]
[loud clatter]
[gasps]
[whinnying]
What was that about?
What was I thinking?
Of course it would find me.
I'm doomed!
[gasp]
SQUIRT: Your body is very talented.
No it's not!
I can't go back, McGee!
You don't know the awful things it'll make me do!
Easy pal.
He's got to go through us first.
That's what I'm afraid of.
If my body can't have me,
it'll take another head instead!
But I use my head for many head‐like things!
Okay, if he wants a head, we'll give him one!
BOTH: What?
Places everyone! This is not a rehearsal.
Alright Armand, ACTION!
I shall give the performance of a lifetime.
Much as I did as Shrub number three
in my elementary school production
of Sally Salamander's horrifying tale,
'Chills in Shrubtown'.
[over‐acting] Neigh!
Neigh!
Here it comes!
[whinnying]
Ah bonjour!
Welcome to Lakebottom's House of Heads.
[whinnies]
What every pretty pony is wearing this spring!
Pure pumpkin perfection!
See what did I tell ya?
Of course, no pumpkin for monsieur.
Ah the bucket look!
So you.
Gelatin!
Fashionable and delicious!
Mwah!
I think he's buying it!
[whinnies]
Whoa!
[loud clang]
[whinnies]
[coughs]
Put up your hooves, horsemeat!
This isn't working, McGee.
You have to let it take me!
Listen to the horse!
N‐ N‐nice horsie!
No! No! It's happening!
I can't look!
Gah! Everyone stay cool.
My head comes off all the time.
[scream] Mind doesn't!
Gah!
[whimpering]
It's okay, guys.
My body'll show your bodies the ropes.
[splash]
Lesson one!
Stay out of the lake!
See? There's no choice, McGee.
You've gotta give me up.
No there's still a chance!
[whinnying]
Ah, maybe you're right...
Sorry, Fleabiscuit...
Okay horse, your head is all yours.
BUTTSQUATT: You mean...all mine!
Good luck with the back end, Bottom Losers!
[whinnies] Easy horsey!
Let's not lose our heads over this!
Help! Come back here with those heads!
You don't know what you're dealing with, kid!
You better bring me back!
Stuff it, horsehead.
Hey Suz!
I got McGee's weird, smelly, horse trophy!
Took you long enough...
Eeuw!
Why did you want it, again?
[sniffs] Uh, Pe‐uw.
This thing does stink. Bye‐bye, horsie.
Waugh!
Uh oh...
[whinnies]
Did you get me a pony!
[screaming]
I take it back ‐ I don't want a pony.
But I don't have your smelly, old head anymore...
Uh, no offence.
[screaming]
Euw! You did not just put me
with the gross zombie and the stinky hairball!
Hello! Can I be upgraded to first class?
Look princess, it's no treat being saddled with you either!
ROSEBUD: Get your ear out of my face!
We're too late!
The body got here first! McGee!
Fleabiscuit!
My body has struck again!
We've got to stop it!
Oh, we'll stop it all right.
Your body forgot one thing ‐
two heads are better than none!
Oh, horsey!
You can't get me, horsey!
[screams]
[whimpering]
Maybe we can settle this over a shiny red apple?
[whinnies]
Hey weak breath,
why don't you come play horseshoes with me!
Hii‐ya‐ya‐iiiii‐ya!
[sigh]
Here horsey, horsey!
Hii‐yaa!
FLEABISCUIT: This is all my fault.
Your friends are losing their heads because of me!
Don't worry, Fleabiscuit.
We're taking 'em back... together!
[grunts]
Any time now!
Yeaaaww‐haaaa!
Waaaugh! Lean forward, McGee!
Dig in your heels! Atta boy!
This is worse than the Barfinator at Ride World!
Hold on McGee!
Whoa!
FLEABISCUIT: You see? Evil!
McGEE: Would you stop it, horse?
I'm trying to give you back your head!
Yeah! There, there.
I know it's scary without a head.
Just ask Buttsquat.
I may not have a body but I still have ears!
Steady boy, don't be afraid.
A head needs his horse.
I mean a horse needs his head.
Oh no... Here it comes.
Here it comes!
This might not have been such a good idea!
Ahh you might be right, Gretch!
[pained whinny]
Good job McGee!
That was using your head!
Well you know what they say!
You gotta use it or lose it! Oh no!
Not this! Anything but this!
McGee, what have you done!
[pained whinny]
[♪]
See? It's so horrible I can't even look!
My body wants me to tap dance
and it's a terrible dancer!
This is why you were so scared?
Come on!
Actually, he's pretty good.
Yeah, check it out! You rock!
Hey, whaddaya know?
My body's been practicing while I was gone!
I am good!
Helloooo! Still waiting!
Re‐head us and make it snappy.
Ugh, let's go! I have a splitting headache.
That's odd, Suzi!
I always thought you as a pain in the neck!
You can keep your loser trophy, McGee.
So long, Bottom Dweebers!
[snickers]
You wanna tell them?
Nah, let them figure it out.
Big finish, Fleabiscuit!
[♪]