Looks like your ghost girl's building herself... a man posse.
Zoinks! Like, what if Fred's her latest possum?
Criminal Minds · Season 1, Episode 15
“Unfinished Business” · Season 1, Episode 15
In this episode: Dean Winchester (940), Damon Salvatore (715), Sam Winchester (665), Olivia Benson (637), Stephen Fry (608), Narrator (554), Clark Kent (523), Nate (486)
Looks like your ghost girl's building herself... a man posse.
Zoinks! Like, what if Fred's her latest possum?
Hey, baby sis. Something got you down.
Hey, Delilah. It's okay, I'm fine.
No, no, I can tell. Same way I can tell when I look in the eyes of the enemy and see their cold, grey heart and know it's either me, or them.
Uh, okay...
Ah, boy trouble. I've been Fear's bunkmate before. Let me tell you a story. There was a beach. Enemy dug in along the shore. They picked us off one by one but I knew I had to get my men through, understand?
No.
All right, here's another story -
Delilah, really, don't worry. I'm gonna figure this out.
I hear you. Call if you need me. Whoo-aahh!
Like, wow! I didn't know this year's prom theme was terror and pandemonium!
What's going on?
Somebody's mom is trying to kill Fred.
Yeah, thanks, Mystery Geeks, for wrecking our prom.
Don't touch me!
(arrives with Sheriff Stone) Hazy fantasie, Fred. Didn't you hear me when I said, "if you see a ghost girl, do not go to the prom with her".?
Don't worry, dad. She may look like a ghost girl, but in reality she's... (unmasks the ghost girl) Alice May. Or she's also known as...
Alice Carlswell.
Carlswell? As in Deacon Carlswell? The Creeper?
That is right. He was my father. When daddy was in prisoned, I vowed revenge on those who put him there. I used his old costume to construct my own. When I found the legend of the evil ghost girl online, I was ready to spring my trap. I grabbed that fool Randy to throw you all off the track. And I kept him hidden and fed in my father's crypt until I could let him go. After that, it was just a matter of getting rid of your precious leader, and Fred. I'm going to zap your gang the way you feeded my father. And I would have succeeded, too, if it weren't for you meddling... schoolmates... of mine.
Perfect! Daphne's our phantom bait.
Oh, this is so exciting - wait. Bait?
All right, now let me get this straight; these T-shirts are fifty dollars each, this is cotton, right? The kind that comes from cows?
Sheriff, you need to focus. The phantom has already taken Daphne!
Right. Where's Daphne?
The phantom took her away!
All right, now we're getting somewhere! And by the way, what's wrong with the Jones kid? He's acting a little... squirrely.
Daphne. Now. I need to talk to her.
(dressed as crush) Daphne's gone. Call me Crush.
Darn it, lady, I'm serious! Where is she?
Urgh, Fred. It's me, okay?
Uh... oh. I need to tell you something and I need you to listen. I'm not a guy anymore.
What?
I have feelings! I care!
If you had a lizard face, I'd still love you, Scooby.
And I'd love you, Harry. More Sandwich?
Like, okay, you know what? Enough! You can't replace me with a dummy!
Do you hear something, Harry?
Like, there is no Harry. Harry is you, and like, dude, I am your best friend!
Um, no, I don't think so.
Why don't you just stay out of it, Harry? And, like, stop watching Vincent van Ghoul movies. That's mine and Scooby Doo's thing!
Really? Cause Scooby Doo thought you cared more about girls and going to proms! (Shaggy begins to wrestle with 'Harry' before realizing that Harry's a puppet)
Wait, wha - what am I doing?
(arrives with Sheriff Stone) Bug-eyed biscuits, Fred. Couldn't you have waited until after the show to catch the phantom?
Sorry, dad. Not with Daphne in danger. (unmasks the phantom)
Daniel Frizette?
Or, like, should we call you Fantzee Pantz?
Fantzee Pantz?
Doth my eye shadow deceive? How did you know?
The villain had to be someone close to the Hex Girls to access the stage.
And the Hex Girls' equipment.
And their bus.
Someone with a grudge against the Hex Girls.
The Hex Girls took my career. I tried to get revenge by writing bad songs for them, but they can make anything a hit. So, I became the phantom. And I'd do it again if it weren't for the uncanny boy band knowledge of you meddling brats!
Let's go.
No admittance. This is a quarantined area. Besides, the movie's already started.
You're showing them a movie?
Yeah, aren't they, like, frozen with gnomey magic?
I already saw the movie. Believe me, magically frozen is the perfect viewing state to be in.
Now let's see who you really are. (unmasks the Gnome)
(gasp) The Court Fool? Uh-Oh.
That's my husband, Gill Littlefoot! What did you think you were doing, fool? (hits Gill with her staff)
What I've wanted to do for years: Frame you for the gnome attacks. And once you were out of the way, take your fortune for my own. (Amanda hits him again) Ow! Will you stop that?
But you're too tall. How could you ever be the gnome?
There's a reason our family name is Littlefoot. (takes off the gnome disguise to reveal his real size) (Everyone gasp) I planned this over a year. And while I've always hid my tiny legs, this finally provided me a way to make them useful. Since Amanda's dislike of pirates was well known, I planted her earring on a victim, hoping to throw suspicion her way. I used my toxin-coated gloves to paralyze all the pirates, but you would not quit. The beautiful part is that because of my--
I believe the medical term is baby legs.
No one would have ever suspected me. That is, until you, meddling, gnome-hating, pirate-loving--
Yeah, yeah, Shrimpo, we got the picture.
(annoyed) All these years, you've looked down on me. Now it turns out I'm actually taller than you. (hits Gill again with her staff)
Ow!
Let's go, little footy. (laughs)
Boy, I had big plans for him! Thanks for nothing-- again.
Anytime, pop.
So they didn't show! I don't see why we couldn't just seize the ticket money as evidence. Prancing piccolos, Fred. One of your traps actually worked!
Greetings, big and hairy space travelers. As a representative of planet Earth, I welcome you.
I'm afraid these two aren't space travelers, Sheriff. I'd like to introduce (unmasks the Green Humungonaut) Max Minner and (unmasks the Red Humungonaut) Jax Minner.
It's the Minner brothers? They've been taking care of all of Crystal Cove's insurance needs for years.
But how did you know they'd both show up here?
All I did was double insure the boat repair shop with a policy from both brothers. You see, each brother was only attacking the places the other brother insured.
But why?
What do you think? Money.
And the fact that we can't stand each other.
Oh, yeah. That, too.
This intense dislike started back when we were circus strongmen. We had just come up with a great idea for our act: The Hercules apes...
Humongonauts is catchier.
When this jerk decides to break up our act and join a rival circus.
Huh! You were just jealous.
We became bitter enemies who, as chance would have it, both went into the insurance business here in Crystal Cove.
After that, we each focused on the same thing: Destroying each other's business.
And it would have worked, too, if it weren't for...
My meddling brother! (look each other) What? Why, you... (start fighting)
Mystery solved.
What's going on? I heard what sounded like some sort of hideous, undying machine in here.
We've solved the mystery of the Fright Hound.
And your culprit is... (opens the hood of the mysterious person)
Jason's mom?
That's right, it was me all along. I saw how you treated my Jason at school. So naturally I did what any mother would do. I built a demonic robot dog to destroy you! I framed your little doggy friend to break you up, leaving Jason a clear shot at his true love. But when you showed up and blamed him of all things, I decided to GET RID OF YOU ALL! I gave up a career in military robotics to raise my son, not to watch him get triped on!
Now Velma will never want to be my girlfriend. And she would have, too, if it weren't for my meddling mom!
I'm sorry, Jason. I should have been clearer with you earlier. But you and me, it's just not gonna happen. But we can still be friends.
Really?
Yeah. You took that very well.
And you touched my knuckle again. Ha ha! (kisses his fingers)
Aaahh! Let me go! I'll drain you all!
Mom! Your vampiring is tearing this family apart! I'm sorry, but you've left me no choice. I'm going to have to stake you.
Wait! I'm not a vampire! I'm-- (unmasks herself)
Sheila Altoonian.
But why?
Isn't it obvious? My looks are starting to fade.
No. You're gorgeous.
No. Your skin is as tight as my ascot.
This is all your mother's fault. We're the same age, but she's so beautiful. She has the skin of a teenager. That's when I realized she must be a vampire. I went to the Dinkley Shop to do a little research and found the recipe for the youth juice. That potion was gonna make me young and beautiful forever. You see, in college I majored in zoology and acrobatics, studying the habits of flying squirrels. I propelled myself into the air with my quad and glute muscles. All this gave me the illusion of a real flying Vampire.
Why didn't you just try maybe wearing a little less makeup? Or a cuter haircut? Or use tape to pull back all your wrinkly sacks of. (grabs her cheeks with hands) You know, age gracefully.
Age gracefully? Are you crazy? No, the Vampire serum was my only hope. And I would have gotten away with it if it wasn't for you meddling--
What's going on here?
Mom!
Even now, she's stealing my moment.
I'm so glad you're not an undead creature of darkness.
Thanks, honey.
But what are you doing here? Why have you been sneaking out?
I didn't want to say anything, but I've been taking night classes. I'm getting my public notary degree!
Oh, how exciting.
What an opportunity.
You know, I may be outrageously gorgeous, but knowledge, knowledge is the key to true beauty. Well, I better get going. I have to figure out what a notary is before tomorrow's final exam. (laughs)
Like, you don't hear many monsters from other dimensions scream for help.
(Fred ties the Char Gar Gothakon's mouth with ascot)
This is no monster. (unmasks Char Gar Gothakon) It's Howard E. Roberts, Hatecraft's student assistant and biggest fan. Just as I suspected.
Suspected how?
Think about it. We found a book written by Hatecraft, with sentences underlined that smelled like Char Gar Gothakon.
Of course it was me. Someone had to defend the Professor against his critics. And what better way than to dress as his greatest creation? Fortunately, I'd taken a class in the military application of sonic shriek technology at the learning annex. Although, in retrospect, it might not have been a good idea to glue real octopus legs to my face.
Ah, so that was the smell!
But when Hatecraft admitted he made it up?
That's when he had to fall. And he would have, too, if it weren't for the dark elder forces conspiring in the inky black of time most foul! Oh. And you meddling kids.
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