The Casagrandes · Season 1
[madly disappointed] Look who it is, the boy who RUINED OUR PERFORMANCE! [snaps her mallet over her knee in rage]
I am so sorry guys. I just wanted to expand my audience. I never meant to ruin your show.
[sniffling] Forget it, DJ Carl, it's over.
I give up! Beto hates us, and as long as he's here, we'll never get to spend any quality time with Dad.
It stinks. Anytime we're at Dad's place, I'll have to sleep with one eye open.
Let's just go home. At least at Abuela's, we won't have to deal with Beto.
It's done. Soon, Beto will be on his way back to Peru. Well, if anyone needs me, I'll be behind these crates, crying.
[entering the living room with Rosa; impressed with her daughter and Sid's dancing] That was great, girls. Your hard work practicing these dances all week has really paid off.
Even I know the moves now. Hip, hip, double heart fingers.
No one can resist a 12 is Midnight bop. It's a fact.
And now we've got every one of 12 is Midnight's signature moves down. [she and Sid hold each other and jump while squealing] I still can't believe you won us the chance to be extras in their next music video! Talk about luck.
Luck and about 300 boxes of 12 is Midnight After Dark Cocoa Cereal.
Yeesh. You sure about this place?
Yup, it's the old Great Lakes City Concert Hall.
Well, it's definitely old.
Let's call it character. [the doors creak open by themselves] So much character. And not spooky at all. Come on!
This is not going the way I planned, but I did get to smell Yoon Kwan just now, so it's kind of going how I planned.
[Everyone jump screams as someone's phone starts ringing]
[takes her phone out her pocket, getting a call from Lincoln; answers the call, revealing Lincoln and Clyde in a car] Hey, Linc. Hey, Clyde. What's up?
Hey, Ronnie Anne. Clyde and I are in Great Lakes City with his dads. Want to hang out later?
Can't make it, Linc. Sid and I are at the Great Lakes City Concert Hall. We're gonna be extras in a 12 is Midnight music video.
Oh! I love their smooth tunes!
Cool. How's it going so far?
Well, we haven't gotten to film anything yet because weird things keep happening on the set.
What kind of weird things?
The lights keep flashing.
There's mysterious piano sounds. Also, some stuff is floating.
Wait, when was that?
Oh, right now.
[Everyone runs out of the concert hall, screaming]
These are all the classics signs of a haunting.
We'll be right over.
[to his dads] Dads, change of plans. GLC Concert Hall, stat! Please and thank you.
Okay, what's with the floating lunch?
Apparently we have a ghost.
Please. Ghosts aren't real.
Uh, [scoffs] you're the ghost hunting professionals? How old are you?
Old enough to know you've got a category-three poltergeist. Go ahead and do your thing, and we'll do ours.
Okay. Come on, people. Art stops for nothing. Tie down some of those lights. We're gonna make this work! Action!
AH! MY HAIR! That's it! I'm finding this ghost and giving it a piece of my mind!
Well, this one was more our fault, but I like where you're going with this, Yoonie. Let's get this ghost.
Yeah!
[They see the ghost's lights shining through the storage room door again]
It's in the storage room again. Let's go!
Uh, guys, I'm still in the hole.
[as Woo-Yeon is turned into a French horn] NO! Woo-Yeon! [tearfully] He was so young, but now he's a French horn-- although a handsome French horn.
Everyone, run! Before we're all turned into instruments!
[jumps and holds onto Jun-Soo's legs as the ghost picks him up] Don't you dare! We need Jun-Soo, or else our dance formation will be totally off!
Excuse me?
And because we love Jun-Soo, and he's irreplaceable.
Listen. We're all going to be turned into instruments if we don't do something. We have to figure out who this ghost is and what it wants.
Well, we know this ghost likes the color blue.
And he was playing music earlier. Maybe that's a clue.
Wasn't the director filming rehearsal? We could check playback.
[dreamily] Gorgeous and brilliant.
We'll have to get back to the stage though.
[reading the plaque on the wall] "Born in Mexico in 1801, Narciso Grillo was the first renowned composer of the Great Lakes City Music Hall, where he wrote all of his favorite symphonies."
That's it? It doesn't tell us how to stop him from turning us into instruments? Agh. Dumb plaque.
Wait, who's my padrino? [pan over to Sergio, scratching his butt with a fork and farts; shocked] Sergio is my niño?!
Relax. When have I ever put you in danger? [accidentally flicks his fork and it cuts the rope of the chandelier, causing it to crash to the ground]
[angrily to Carlos] You had one job, Carlos!
[holding Carlitos as he cries when he crashed into the cake] Mi Bebe!
[angrily to Vito] Ugh, see?! Look what you did! This is why I tried to stop you from coming today! [gives Vito back his phone and wallet]
What? [realizes] Wait a minute. I'm starting to think that you had something to do with my stolen wallet and my scooter getting towed!
Ding, ding, ding! What choice did I have?! I'm sorry, Vito. I don't want you to be the padrino. You're just… too much!
[hurt and heartbroken] Oofa doofa, that hurts. I'll just get out of your hair, then. Here, Carlitos. I know you love turtles and choo-choo trains, so I bought you these toys. I also made you enough meatball puree to last you until you're on solid foods.
[tearfully] Oofa doofa…
[sniffs] Take care of yourself. [leaves, dejected]
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