Jessie

Oh. Come to the roof tomorrow for a ghoulish Halloween party

from 8 p.m. until your doom!

Or until the taco bar runs out.

Oh, Mrs. Chesterfield, I bet you throw a great Halloween party.

People are afraid of you every day of the year.

This party is for paying tenants only, and you, poor squatter, are not one.

Maybe. But Jessie uses the day spa more than anyone else in this building!

And she's always doing laps in the pool.

Come to think of it, when do you actually nanny?

Pint-sized reprobates aren't invited either.

Hey, we're not reprobates! Are we?

You are. But I am offended!

Halloween is for kids.

You seriously aren't inviting them to your party?

Short answer, no. Long answer, no, no.

Well, my short answer is, we don't wanna go anyway.

And my long answer is...

It sounded better in my head.

Oh, my little Zeusy, you look so adorable.

I just wanna carve you up and bake you in a pie.

Ugh, I thought I felt an evil presence permeating the roof.

Turns out it was you and your loathsome litter.

The only thing permeating the roof is your perfume.

What's that scent?

Eau de Wrinkle Cream and the tears of your fifth husband?

But I digress.

We just came up to let you know that we're having our own Halloween party.

Oh.

And sadly, you are not invited.

I don't care.

Zeusy, show them what we think about their lame invitation.

Anyway...

I love all your spooky decorations, Mrs. C.

The gloomy decor really matches your personality.

Oh, well, I can't take all the credit.

The whole building has a creepy history.

It was constructed in 1913 by the notorious Tobin Castevet.

Legend has it he did horrible things,

like summoning evil spirits,

and wearing white after Labor Day.

How do you know so much about this architect from 100 years ago?

She probably dated him in college.

Kids, come help me decorate!

LeBron James is here!

LeBron, sign my forehead!

Ah, man! That's the third time today.

Whoa. Jessie, who are you dressed as? Babe-zilla?

I'm not Babe-zilla. Well, I kind of am.

But I'm also Marilyn Monroe. Who are you dressed as?

Professional snowboarder, Shawn Smith.

He was the first person to attempt four consecutive 360's.

- What's with the broken arm? - I said he "attempted" it.

Ravi, who are you supposed to be?

Luke, you know how I always say you are no Einstein?

What's that got to do with your costume?

I am so glad we do not swim in the same gene pool.

Keep it down! I'm hibernating here!

Zuri, you dressed up as Chubby the Bear? That's so lame.

It's not lame. Chubby's good people.

He's my friend, he's always there for me,

and he single-handedly negotiated peace between the U.S. and Canada.

The U.S. and Canada were never at war.

I believe the words you're looking for are, "Thank you, Chubby."

Or as they say in French Canada, "Merci, Chubbee."

Wow, Emma, cool fortune teller costume.

I predict you'll win my costume contest!

I'm not going to your kiddie party.

I'm going to crash Chesterfield's cool adult party.

But you're not an adult.

I know. That's why I'm wearing a ton of lipstick. And stuffed my bra.

Well, I hope you used the tissues with aloe in them.

You don't wanna chafe!

Ugh, who does Jessie think these decorations are gonna scare?

Well, touché.

Now, that looks like a real ghost.

Bertram, what happened to my laundry?

A ghost attacked me!

It was a scary blob with a hideous smile.

Are you sure it wasn't just you looking in the mirror?

Mrs. Chesterfield said the architect of the building could summon spirits.

Maybe Bertram did see a ghost!

There's no maybe about it! How else do you explain this goop?

We're 10-feet away from Kipling's cage and Luke's bathroom.

Frankly, I'd be shocked if there wasn't goop.

Happy Halloween.

Great party, Jessie.

I'm sure it's better than Mrs. Chesterfield's.

Aw, thank you, Zuri.

But it's about having fun, not who throws the better party.

Then why did you put up this banner that says,

"Welcome to my better Halloween party."

Oh, go stick your paw in a bee hive.

Psst! Jessie.

You must come look at this.

I discovered something very creepy about our building!

The creepiest thing about this building is a boy whose best friend is a lizard.

After Bertram's ghost sighting, I did some research

and I found an article that says Tobin Castevet

constructed this building to be a portal to the spirit world!

It's hard to take you seriously with that mustache.

You look like Super Mario's retired grandfather.

Jessie, this is serious.

Ravi, relax.

There's no way that...

"In one 100 years, a door between worlds will open,

bringing forth an evil spirit named Zorag,

who will destroy the world."

But, Jessie, tonight is exactly 100 years!

And I analyzed the sample of the goo found on Bertram.

It is a ghostly ectoplasm not of this world.

Well, how do you know that?

I used a microscope, my chemistry set, and I tasted it.

In related news, my poop is now glowing.

Actually, I have a lot in common with Dracula.

He drains peoples' blood, I drain husbands' bank accounts.

Hi, Zeus! Okay. What's it gonna take to get into this party?

A juicy bone?

A juicy bone and a belly scratch?

Oh, hey, Emma.

Nice bedhead.

Did you fall asleep at Mrs. Chesterfield's boring adult party?

I am the Doorkeeper.

Are you the Codemaster?

No. I'm Marilyn Monroe.

See a movie without Twilight in the title.

And why are your eyes so red?

Has Luke been farting on your pillow again?

Okay. BTW, if you gargle with salt water, it'll clear that throat thing right up!

Bertram, what's wrong? If you burned the pumpkin bread, so help me...

There are ghosts in the kitchen!

Ghosts!

Oh, Bertram, you'd do anything not to cook!

Okay.

Granted this is a bit weird,

but I still say there's no such thing as ghosts.

Bertram, there's a goblin gobbling our gelato.

Oh, hey, Mrs. Kipling.

Wow, your eyes are really red.

I don't remember farting on your pillow.

You are all in danger!

There are ghosts in the building!

What? No, no. This is real. This is not some Halloween prank!

I am Zorag the Destroyer!

Tonight you meet your doom!

See!

You are the worst!

Don't say me and the angry green fire-head didn't warn you!

Guys! Guys! People. Bear.

There are real ghosts in the penthouse!

Yeah, right.

If there are actual ghosts in this place, I'll eat my own underwear.

Well, I don't wanna eat my own underwear now!

I don't know what to do. I gotta call someone.

About ghosts? Who you gonna call?

I have absolutely no idea!

We have to get Luke and Emma and get out of the building!

Oh, thanks a lot, Ravi.

Oh, Bertram, I was just about to say you too.

Save it. I'm outtie.