I thought steam was supposed to unstuff me. I gotta get some air in here. [pulls at the chains on the window]
The rattling! The terrible rattling!
[Bloo bursts out of the bathroom, trying to get the chains off him, and Eduardo screams]
[Wilt and Eduardo both scream, Wilt jumps in fright and gets his head stuck in the ceiling, Eduardo runs, and Coco comes down the hall still dressed like a ghost]
COCO! [Bloo screams] Coco! Coco! COCO!
[Eduardo runs and screams, bursting through the walls. He bumps into a wall-like imaginary friend and gets sent flying back]
WFWall Friend
Try to watch where you're going, pal.
[Eduardo screams]
Sorry. Really. Shan't happen because none of it can happen again. Won't happen because none of it seems to happen again. Go on back to bed. Don't you worry about a little thing. Every little thing is gonna be alright right now, there's definitely not a- [Eduardo grabs him and pulls him down] Cannibal Ghost.
[Wilt and Eduardo fall and they Bloo draped in Coco's sheet]
Coco? It's been you this whole time, hasn't it? Why, of all the rotten tricks to- [he removes the sheet, revealing Bloo underneath it] Homina, homina, homina, homina, homina, homina, homina, homina, homina, homina-
Now, we need to feel quiet so the ghost won't know we're coming. So no feeling spooky and yelly at all, okay?
[Eduardo spots Bloo coming up behind them and pokes Coco and Wilt]
[Eduardo pokes them again]
What is it? You need to tell me THE GHOST IS RIGHT BEHIND YOU!
What is the meaning of this?!
Coco cococo, co co co co!
Caught a ghost? It's preposterous. There's no such things as…
[The Foster's bus crashes through the boarded-up doors]
[steps out of the bus] Monster... monster... monster... [four imaginary friends all covered in plaster] GHOSTS!!!!! [faints]
That is the problem. This party is unauthorized! And more importantly, it is interfering with my 23 hours of beauty sleep!
You may want to shoot for 24.
Ooh, you are going to get in big trouble for this.
Oh, you're just sore 'cause you didn't get invited.
Bloo, I hate to say it, I mean, I really hate to say it, but I think Icky Von Yuck-Yuck might be right.
You're taking sides with Blicky McBarf?
No, I just think Grossie Grossenstein has a point.
I am calling Madame Foster this instant. When she hears about this, your days in this house will be numbered.
Fine! Call her! See what I care! [snaps fingers]
See to it Old Ug-Mug doesn't get near a phone.
You're pushing your luck. And Mr. Herriman's gonna be back soon and-
I told you already, it's taken care of.
[Mac accidentally bumps into Billy the Squid while trying to get away from Bloo, making him launch a bowl of punch in the air and spill, and gets a drop of punch in his mouth, and starts going crazy]
Sugar. [turns to Bloo with a handful of candy] Sugar! [jumps onto Bloo and eats the candy] SUGAR, SUGAR, SUGAR! [runs off, laughing maniacally]
[through telephone] Hello?
HI, WHY DON'T YOU COME OVER FOR A PARTY?!
WRONG NUMBER! What are you doing?!
You sugar-coated idiot! You can't even hold on to a phone! You've ruined everything!
CALL'S OVER NOW GIVE ME CHOCOLATE!
There will be no chocolate for you!
Chocolates?! You tried to sell us out for Duchess' stupid chocolate?
I'll have you know they're stupid gourmet chocolate.
Oh, sugar. [takes out a piece of gum] You mean like this piece of gum?
SUGAR! Precious sugar! [eats the gum and ends up spitting it out] It burns us! IT BURNS US! [Wilt drags him into the car, and they drive back to Foster's; coughing] You said… [coughs] it was sugar.
Right, sugar. Sugar free.
