[suspenseful music]
[Huey] This is it.
One night. Every house in town.
And we'll score enough to last us all year.
Suit up!
Blathering blatherskite!
I love Halloween!
The pageantry, the mischievous pranks,
and, of course, the trick‐or‐treating!
Yep, this will be the best Halloween ever!
So says, I,
Balor, Demon King of the Evil Eye!
The evil eye curse that plagued 17th century Europe?
Hmm?
The roots of Halloween?
A day to disguise yourself to trick the demons
or appease them with sweet treat offerings.
A celebration of fear and conquering that fear!
I'm a pirate on vacation.
You're supposed to blend in with the monsters
by wearing scary costumes.
There's nothing scary about tonight.
What are you supposed to be?
[scoffs] Junior Woodchuck Rule Nine Million,
Halloween is about candy and only candy.
You are a lazy costumer.
Quit stretching my hat!
We have the same head!
Forget the legwork.
I've got a plan that'll make us candy billionaires.
Nothing is gonna scare me from‐‐
[growling]
Leave this house!
[kids screaming]
'Cause there will be no Halloween handouts here.
[clapping]
♪ Life is like a hurricane ♪
♪ Here in Duckburg ♪
♪ Race cars, lasers, airplanes ♪
♪ It's a duck blur ♪
♪ Might solve a mystery ♪
♪ Or rewrite history ♪
♪ DuckTales ♪
♪ Woo‐oo ♪
♪ Everyday they're out ♪
♪ They're making DuckTales ♪
♪ Woo‐oo ♪
♪ Tales of daring do bad ♪
♪ And good luck tales ♪
♪ DuckTales ♪
[gate thudding]
[Scrooge] This house is closed for Halloween.
Aw, but we were gonna do a haunted house!
I wanted to hand out candy to trick‐or‐treaters!
And I wanted to scare those trick‐or‐treaters
so that they'd never close their eyes again.
Then go bother Launchpad.
I'm goin' guising.
Back in Glasgow, this was the one night a year
I could eat sweets like a rich man's son!
Through sheer hard‐work,
I earned more treats than all the kids in town.
And every year I aim to reclaim that glory.
Enough chitchat.
Move out!
[marching band music]
[Scrooge clears throat]
But what if kids come here for candy?
Oh, no!
It appears someone has taken all the candy already,
but who?
It's a spooky Halloween mystery!
[Scrooge laughing]
Phooey.
Aw, Launchpad's house will be fun!
Oh boy, Launchpad's house.
Cheesy movies, handing out candy,
not terrifying kids,
in a fun way.
[ominous music plays]
[paper rustling]
First up, Rockerduck Estates
for the big bars and Candy Corn relay,
then down to Silverbeak for the Haunted Hayride Spooktacular.
And I've scheduled bathroom breaks,
so just...
hold it 'til we get to Mrs. Klopeck's.
Great bathroom, freshly tiled.
Or we could go to one place
and get all the candy you could ever want.
We're goin' to a candy store?
No, it's nighttime. Candy stores are closed.
We're gonna rob a candy store?
[groans] No.
- [shutters flapping] - [chair creaking]
We're going to Hazel House!
[raven caws]
The most haunted house in town.
- [ominous music plays] - [crickets chirping]
[owl hooting]
What the?
Launchpad?
He couldn't have crashed all these in one night.
[knocking]
[angle grinder whirring]
No! Stay away!
[screaming]
[Donald gagging]
Wh‐Whaa? You two?
Hurry, get in here before the next group arrives.
Look at the authenticity!
The detail!
This'll scare any kid.
I was wrong, Launchpad is a pro.
Tonight's gonna be horrifying!
[loud slap]
[howling]
[clearing throat]
Legend says, long ago,
the house was hastily built
on a gateway between the living and the dead.
Every Treater who dares to enter disappears
along with their candy, candy, candy.
Which means there's years worth of free candy inside!
Yarrr!
A treasure fit for a relaxed buccaneer!
One last sweet score
and we will never have to trick‐or‐treat again.
Candy for life!
Nice story, but I've never even heard of this place.
We want to trick‐or‐treat,
not chase some phony myth from a phony Huey.
If it is just a myth,
then no harm in getting to the truth.
Junior Woodchuck Rule 60‐‐
Whatever.
Go in that house now!
A chance to test my costume and mingle with monsters?
I must go!
With my cut,
I can finally open that 24‐hour candy store
I've been dreaming about since ten minutes ago!
Guys, wait.
[sighs]
[helmet clanging]
Activate elbow grease.
‐[grunting] ‐[metal creaking]
‐[loud thudding] ‐[groaning]
[knob clanging]
Oh no, we'll never get in now.
Time to move on.
This place is clearly...
abandoned?
The bigger the trick, the sweeter the treat.
Trademark Louie Du‐‐
I mean, Junior Woodchuck Rule Three‐‐
‐[Louie yelping] ‐[thudding]
[ominous music plays]
There's candy around here somewhere.
Keep your eyes peeled.
‐[groans] ‐[loud thud]
Um.
There! That door!
‐[whimpers] ‐Come on, guys!
We have a ghost butler!
We have faced all kinds of monsters.
What's gonna scare us here?
Nothing.
So...
go for it, Dewey!
[gasps]
[door bangs]
[loud inhaling]
[door creaking, slamming]
No scream? Great!
‐[door banging] ‐[Webby grunts]
Nothing scary in there at... all.
Oh, boy.
[door bangs]
Focus on what's important.
Let's find candy.
You mean, "let's find Dewey."
Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah, him too.
[whispers] Candy for life.
We should be at Ms. Swineson's bobbing for apples.
You know, fun times,
not grim traumatizing times.
[Dewey] Over here, guys.
[Webby] Dewey?
[Dewey] I found it, the mother lode!
It's all here.
Dewey?
What are you doing?
Nothing.
[all scream]
Why, what are you doing?
If you're here,
who's that?
[Dummy] No escape.
[kids screaming]
[dummies creepily laughing]
[scream louder]
[chest creaking]
[laughing]
[scream louder]
[dummy creepily laughing]
[screaming]
[Louie panting]
Candy for life! Candy for life!
Candy for death!
Don't you turn my motto back on me!
[door slams]
So what kinda haunted house we running?
Gas Station of Horrors?
Years ago, torched in an accident.
We are what remains.
LP is the evil mechanic. I'm your demonic helper.
Donald, you're the victim.
Shh, they're coming.
Okay, I love the commitment. We'll wing it.
- [crickets chirping] - [footsteps thudding]
[ominous music plays]
‐[light switch clicking ‐[kids screaming]
- [Launchpad roaring] - [angle grinder whirring]
Back to your sulfur pits, oh demon spawn!
[kids screaming]
Uh, boo?
Happy Halloween!
Okay, LP. Maybe don't come in so hot next time?
‐Give us a chance to‐‐ ‐Every year, they come.
Uh, yeah, every October 31st.
They come for you too?
No. No, no, no!
This whole night is my fault.
Uh...
What do you think is going on here?
Come with me and I'll reveal my tale.
[loud banging]
We need to find a way out!
No! Not yet.
Try all the doors!
[clown growling]
[yelping]
[door bangs]
[growling]
[door banging]
‐[yelps] ‐[claw snapping]
- [creature grunting] - [Dewey screams]
[doors thudding]
[screaming]
[creatures growling, laughing]
It is I, Balor, the dark lord.
To attack me, my fiends, is to attack one of your own!
Hmm?
Our costumes didn't trick them.
Candy! Over there! The last door!
It can't be any worse than in here.
[door slamming]
[creepily laughing]
[owl hooting]
[Huey] Why would you ever say that?
[Launchpad grunting]
The Hungries.
That's what I call them.
The soul‐sucking ghouls
that haunt our streets on this night.
You mean trick‐or‐treaters?
It all started long ago.
I was out, you know, being a kid.
I had some trouble with my trikey.
I was totally lost, on the wrong side of town.
And there was this house.
It was old, smelly, but oddly welcoming.
I went inside to call for help.
I didn't find a phone,
but I did find an ancient scroll.
The words were strange and unfamiliar.
When I read it aloud, everything changed.
It was suddenly nighttime and pint‐sized demons everywhere,
every type you could imagine,
smiling and laughing.
Breaking into people's homes!
Stealing their souls to put in pillowcases.
No!
They're getting candy.
Yes, joyful souls are the candy of the beasts.
Beasts that I freed onto our world.
I've spent every October 31st since,
hiding out in a bunker.
So to be clear,
you think this night is a monster curse
that you unleashed on Duckburg as a child?
Yes.
Awesome, I'm in!
What?
[loud knocking]
Another Hungrie!
This is perfect!
Real scares!
The kids will think it's real
because Launchpad thinks it's real!
A Halloween they'll never forget.
Because they will be traumatized!
Traumatized in the most wholesome way possible!
I love this holiday!
No!
I can't let you do it!
But I must.
[both grunting]
- Quit it! Quit it! - Think about the children!
[Della] I am! I wanna scare 'em!
Trick or treat.
[Launchpad] Go away!
I said, trick or treat!
[Launchpad] Neither!
Candy hoarder, eh?
You won't stop the Guileful Guiser of Glasgow!
They're breaking in!
They're getting even bolder!
[Della and Donald grunting]
I won't let you hurt my friends!
‐[roaring] ‐[screams]
[loud banging]
Okay, we made it through the house.
And with enough time to get to Mr. Houndenheimer's for‐‐
But the legend!
Where was the candy stash?
I've gotta go back in.
Halt, citizen.
Let's forget about this half‐baked scheme.
If we leave now we can still pick up the back‐half
of the trick‐or‐treat trail.
Last time I checked,
we were a family of treasure‐seeking adventurers.
Why stop now?
'Cause this house isn't on your precious map?
Well, I'm puttin' it on there!
Give it to me!
[Louie and Huey grunting]
[map rustling]
Hey, Hazel House.
"Fabled candy fortune here.
Stay away."
You knew about this?
No.
Okay.
Fine. Yes.
You told us it was fake! You tried to get us to avoid it!
What, were you planning on, hoarding all the candy for yourself?
It's not like that, I swear.
You always do this, with the lists and the schedules.
- [Dewey gasping] - [Huey] Do what?
Try and keep us on track?
I just wanted to have a traditional Halloween.
[Webby] Hey, hey, let's not spoil tonight.
Ahoy?
Starboard side?
Huh?
Sorry, I mean port side.
[groaning]
No escape!
[screaming]
- [loud squishing] - [kids whimpering]
[loud rattling]
[crashing]
[laughing]
[screaming]
[laughs]
[monster groaning]
[loud squishing]
We need to appease them, it's tradition!
There's nothing to appease them with,
'cause we followed Louie's dumb plan!
None of us have candy!
No candy?
What do you mean no candy?
- [light switch clicking] - [creepy organ music plays]
Back to one, everybody!
On to the next.
I'll be in my coffin.
[grunting]
[squelching]
[both grunting]
[angle grinder whirring]
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My spoils!
[Scrooge screams]
Let me outta here!
[Scrooge groaning]
It won't ever stop.
They'll just keep coming for me.
For my family.
I started this,
now it's time I finish it.
I need to go back to where it all began.
[angle grinder whirring]
Come on, Donald!
A little scare never hurt anyone.
[kids giggling]
[Launchpad] I'll end this,
even if I have to take all these tiny demons out one by one!
Oh, no, he's gonna hurt everyone!
Now is not the time to decide who was wrong about what.
We've gotta stop him!
[Scrooge grunting]
[grunting]
Gross.
Actual monsters?
Then surely you must recognize Balor, the Demon King.
Lord of Blight and Smite!
[sniffing]
Hmm, pirate on vacation?
Arrr.
- Nice. - [Webby groaning]
Who are you people?
More importantly, where are ya hidin' the candy?
You brats are supposed to bring the offering!
Candy's the only good reason to celebrate this holiday
that is, frankly, pretty offensive to monsters.
So, for centuries,
we tricked kids into coming here
for scares so terrifying they drop their sweets.
So, you're like, candy thieves?
Hey, can't go out in the daylight.
Not like there's some 24‐hour candy store somewhere.
That's what I've been saying!
Monsters? Treats?
Appeasements?
The legends are true!
Kinda.
But why the extra costumes?
You're already monsters.
Kids today don't appreciate the classics.
You're scared of random kid stuff.
Puppets? Clowns?
Little girls in wells?
What is wrong with you guys?
Frankenstein think it stem from latent fear
of being perceived as childish
and regressing to place where you no longer in control.
[groans] Who cares?
It's midnight.
Trick‐or‐treating's over
and we wasted the night on these candiless fleshbags.
I missed it.
I missed Halloween.
Huey?
[gentle piano music]
So we made a mistake. At least we're still alive!
We met some real‐life monsters!
That's a, that's a cool thing, right?
Back on the houseboat,
Halloween was our biggest adventure every year.
We'd suit up, face the unknown, search for the best candy.
Sure, it was just neighborhood trick‐or‐treating,
but it was ours.
I was just trying to get us a lifetime supply of candy
and that is the problem.
I don't want this to be our last Halloween.
Junior Woodchuck Rule 99,
who cares about the candy?
[Frankenstein] We do!
‐[growling] ‐[screams]
We monsters...
Need our sweets.
Our appeasements.
No more [howls]
tricks.
You owe us treats.
And we don't scare so easy.
Uh, Webby, what happened when the Celtics
ran out of treats to appease the demons with?
Usually they fed on children.
Oh, dear.
[angle grinder whirring]
[Dewey screaming]
Another one!
That's not one of ours.
This ends now, demons.
[Launchpad yelling]
Monster!
[splashing]
- [loud cracking] - [angle grinder whirring]
[screaming]
Run for it!
[Werewolf yelping]
[Della] Launchpad?
[creaking]
[Werewolf screaming]
Creepy twins!
[door slams]
[Donald] Hey!
Have you seen our friend, Launchpad?
What is that horrible garbled moaning?
He's possessed!
[Donald] Oh, hey Launchpad!
[Launchpad grunting]
[dummy cracking]
What have you done to Dewey!
[angle grinder whirring]
[monsters yelping]
[monster] Uh‐oh.
[loud banging]
Trick or treat.
- [teeth chattering] - [whimpering]
[angle grinder whirring]
Launchpad, you have it all wrong!
[Launchpad roaring]
[crashing]
[candy wrapper fluttering]
[gasps]
The sacred text!
"Monosodium glutamate, sucralose, polysorbate,
blue 52,
fructose, corn syrup, artificial flavoring!"
Kids?
What in Samhain is happening here?
[laughing]
That was terrifying!
Bravo! You black‐hearted devil!
I haven't felt so undead in centuries.
We learn from you.
Evil Mechanic is the real master of Halloween!
Hallow‐what?
I read the scroll!
How are you still here?
Yeah, he doesn't know what Halloween is.
Well, Gizmo‐dork, shall we show him?
There is one house that I know hasn't given out any treats yet.
[Launchpad] So you're saying, tonight's a holiday
where you dress up in a fun costume
and then go door‐to‐door with your friends
and get free candy?
Yes, Launchpad.
This is Halloween.
Whoa, that costume is sick!
- That's so cool! - Ya heard?
Old Man McDuck's giving away full candy bars!
Wow, Uncle Scrooge.
Finally opening up your gates for Halloween,
feeling the true spirit of the holiday.
You're charging them admission, aren't you?
And we're open all night.
Dewey's idea.
An all‐night candy store.
Arrr! It be a Halloween Miracle!
- Spirit appeased! - [loud munching]
I love Hallowoon!
Close enough, pal.
Close enough.
[mellow jazz music plays]
[light crackling]
[theme music playing]
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