Regular Show

It's great that even in space

we can all get together and have our Halloween party.

So, what's your costume, again?

You know, I'm that guy in that one movie.

There's a time machine.

What? Like, the one with the car?

No, there was, like, a storage locker.

It kind of just looks like you put on whatever was in your closet.

No, no. You know the one.

It was a little indie. Got a lot of critical acclaim.

All right, guys.

The dome's on autopilot to the Halloween nebula.

Well, Sally, I'm really digging this...

A real work of art.

Her enigmatic smile

reminds me of the secrets we all carry within us.

What are you supposed to be?

You know, cool guy, ranch costume.

Think about it.

Ugh, I hate thinker costumes.

Recap, you excited about your first Halloween?

I don't feel excitement,

but I had a fearometer installed just for today.

What's it at so far?

Negative-four fears, Mordecai.

Well, you've never had Halloween with these guys.

They tell the scariest stories.

Anyone have a good one?

I have a story.

It's called "Fear Planet."

What's going on?

Low fuel.

Computer, where can we get gas?

The nearest fuel is on Fear Planet,

a planet that makes your innermost fears come to life.

Fear Planet, huh?

Sounds dangerous.

I mean, it'll probably be fine.

Looks like we don't have a choice.

Emergency landing activated.

Huh? Ugh.

Of course we'd have to land this far from the gas station.

Guess it's up to me to get the gas.

Benson, maybe we shouldn't go outside.

Why? I don't see anything out there.

Of all the ridiculous things.

Planet that makes fears come to life... so silly.

I mean, the only thing I'm afraid of is sharks, anyway,

and this place is bone-dry.

Huh? What was that?

See, guys?

What did I tell you... Oh.

Just figments of my imagination.

They can't hurt me, right?

Come on. Hurry up, hurry up! Let's go!

Somebody's got to go get that gas can.

I'll do it.

If I can keep my mind clear, no fears will appear.

That's pretty good.

If I keep my mind clear, no fears will appear.

If I keep my mind clear, no fears will appear.

Whoa. Look at him.

He's really doing it. Nothing's happened.

No fears will appear.

I wonder what Skips is afraid of.

If I can keep my mind clear...

Hey, Skips! What are you afraid of?!

Bro, go long.

No. No flying-disc freestylers.

Hey. Wait. What are you... Stay back.

No, please. Stop!

I'm afraid of the dark!

Quick, Pops, go through the alphabet, and name cookies.

Anise cookies, butter cookies, chocolate-chip cookies...

That'll keep him busy for a while.

Rock, paper, scissors for who goes out next?

Fortune cookies...

Ugh! All right. Fine. I'll go.

Gingerbread... But if I see anything, it'll be way worse.

So I'm gonna close my eyes, and you'll have to guide me.

All right, you're doing good. Keep going straight.

Kookie, but spelled with a "K"...

You're doing great, buddy!

Almost there! All right, you made it!

The can's on your right! Oatmeal cookies...

All right, so far I've kept my mind clear.

Quarzamali cookies...

Oh, no. Dude, I'm really sorry!

What did you do, Rigby?

It just popped into my head.

My greatest fear...

Amusement-park mascots!

What? Aah!

A shark?

That's one of Benson's fears.

I'm scared of other people's fears now, too.

Like flying-disc freestylers.

Skips was right. They are creepy.

Go, go, go, go, go!

What? Where's the key? Where's the key?

And then more flying-disc freestylers show up,

and they hit them, they hit them, and they hit them.

Skips, was this just your way of saying

you don't like flying-disc freestylers?

They're wobbly and unpredictable.

Who knows where that disc will end up?

Did it scare you, Recap?

My fearometer gave it two fears.

Wow. Two out of four fears. That's a lot.

2 out of 1,000 fears.

This is more scared than I've ever been.

I'm very impressed and thankful. Goodnight.

Wait. Hold on.

I think you'll have a hard time turning your bat on this one.

I don't own any bats,

and it seems they would be very hard to steer.

No, it's...

N-never mind.

So there we were, trick-or-treating,

and things were going great.

What a great haul.

People seem to mostly be giving out

quinoa, gorp, and toothbrushes.

It's not ideal to me, but like Eileen always says...

You can't put a price on proper dental hygiene.

Oh, you guys.

I still want candy, though,

'cause that's a core part of who I am.

Dude, check it out.

"King-size candy bars inside"?

But what about that other sign?

"Dome quarantined umpire infestation"?

That's perfect!

Baseball games have tons of great food,

and this place has king-size candy.

That's four peanut-butter cups per pack instead of two.

Oh, yeah. That's true. Wow. Great value.

That's a pretty good deal.

Hmm. Wait up!

Trick or treat.

Hello?

We're here for your candy, bro!

If you say you have a free thing,

it's illegal not to give it out.

Mm. You guys, I don't know if this is a good idea.

I'm not leaving without those king-size peanut-butter cups

I was kind of promised.

Let's try the kitchen.

Something doesn't seem right.

It could be the late 1400s' eastern European

gothic stylings,

but maybe I'm mistaking

the media's vilification of certain architectural elements

as my own opinion.

I think it's cozy.

Kind of reminds me

of my mom's place but with more mosquitos.

- Mosquitos? - Yeah,

like that one that just landed on my neck.

I don't understand

single-use kitchenware.

Why get a tiny skillet that can only cook one egg

when you can get a normal skillet

that can cook a lot of things?

Aah!

That sign on the gate didn't say "umpires."

It said "vampires"!

Wha-a-a-t? Come on.

Garlic! We need garlic!

Wait. Perfect.

Quick... Take these.

Garlic mashed potato-o-oes!

Huh?

Mashed potatoes with chives?

Skips!

Huh?

Everybody, weapon up!

An eye patch, Rigby?

Yeah, I'm kind of feeling it.

Run!

It's the king-size candy bars.

No, Rigby, it's too dangerous.

We came all this way. I'm not leaving without 'em.

Dude, get me two!

I don't care what the sign says!

No!

Huh? Wha?

Aah!

Aah!

Rigby!

I got the peanut-butter cups! Wait.

These aren't king-size. They're count-size!

No! No!

No-o-o!

Okay, but so then you are an umpire?

I was, but now I am a vampire umpire... a vumpire.

- Oh, I get it. - Sure that makes sense.

Man, this candy doesn't taste good at all.

Yeah, once you're a vampire, you pretty much only want blood.

Cashews are good, too.