Teen Titans Go!

"The Cruel Giggling Ghoul"

Well, gang, I hope you're all as excited as I am to see

basketball superstar LeBron James' dribbling exhibition

at Wacka Doodles amusement park.

I would be more the excited if it were not so late.

We would've been there hours ago if Cyborg and Beast Boy

hadn't insisted on stopping for food every five minutes.

- Hey, we were, like, hungry, man. - Rah! Rungry!

Yeah, hungry, bro.

- What's up with your peepers, mama? - I lost my contacts.

Well, you looks good with glasses, mmm! Real smart, yo.

Keep an eye out for the exit, gang.

It's hard to see through this spooky fog.

I shall locate the exit sign.

Oh, I believe I see somethi...

The exit... is in one mile.

Aw, classic Starfire. No one gets into accidents like you.

Oh, Safety Hazard Starfire, you are a delight.

She sure is.

Now let's get going. The amusement park awaits.

Come on, come on.

We'd better hurry if we want to get a good seat.

Like, maybe we hurried too fast. No one's here.

Is Jump City ready to see some non-fancy,

basic, fundamental dribbling?

Man, I told my agent nobody wanted to see

a man just bouncing a ball up and down.

Hey, LeBron!

The Teen Titans. Love you guys.

Thanks for coming out to see me. But, uh, where's everyone else?

- We were just wondering the same thing. - All gone.

All of them.

This is getting a little too creepy for me, guys.

I'm going to go dribble over here now. Dribble, dribble, dribble...

I'm the manager of this amusement park,

but there's not much amusement these days.

All the guests ran away the moment "it" showed up.

- "It?" - The two-headed ghoul.

Comes around on nights just like tonight.

I hate two-headed ghouls. We out, yo!

Whoa, whoa, whoa. We are not leaving until we solve this mystery.

Do we have to? Ghouls are, like, scary, man.

And none scarier than this one,

with its terrifying appearance and chilling chuckle.

Now the only people left are me, the owner, and those two.

Ah, they love those bumper cars.

Anyway, I'd ask the owner for help,

but he stands to make millions if this place goes under.

- Well, that makes no sense. - From the insurance.

That still doesn't really make sense, but I'll go with it.

Don't worry, creepy manager. The Titans are on the case.

Let's split up and look for clues.

Like, no way. We split up, and that makes us easy pickings.

Smell that, bro?

Uh, me and Beast Boy have changed our minds.

- We will split up. - Later, yo.

Let's check the owner's office for clues while they investigate the Snack Shack.

Like, wow, my favorite!

A triple-decker sardine, jelly and tomato sandwich.

Not bad, but checks out my quadruple triple-decker veggie sammie.

You think that's a tall sandwich?

I can eat a sandwich my own height.

- A 6'8" sandwich? Impossible. - Check it.

Ooh!

Ow, sandwich pain!

- Oh, my tum-tum can't take it, bro. - That's just sad.

I'ma go dribble over there now. Dribble, dribble, dribble...

Let's try to wash this down with some ice-cold pop.

Thanks.

- Ahhh! It's the ghoul! - Like, let's get out of here!

- I think we lost him, buddy. - Who you talking to, bro?

Wait, if you're in front of me, then who's behind me?

Whoa!

Step right up and test your luck. Knock down the bottles

and win a stuffed animal for your little lady friend.

Oh, my man is so strong, he's going to win me some animals tonight.

- We have a winner! - My hero!

- Hey, look. - What?

Ho-ho, Safety Hazard Starfire.

Ha, ha-ha.

According to this, attendance has gone way up

since they installed the bumper cars.

- It's really popular with the guests. - The owner can't be

happy about that if he wants this place to lose money.

What are you doing in my office?

We are trying to get to the bottom of this mystery.

All I see are three groovy teens pawing

through my sensitive documents. Out, all of you!

- It's like he's trying to hide something. - Indeed. Perhaps...

- Whoa! - Starfire? Star!

There must be a switch that activates the hidden door.

I'll find it.

Found it.