Goosebumps

I'm telling you, he's back.

- - Help me find him.

Yes!

What? Is this a joke?

Where is he?

Previously on Goosebumps...

How do we get you to stop with this ghost nonsense?

Lucas could spend his last years in high school without a mom.

That's a lot coming from you.

You used to tell me everything.

This all has to do with the ghost of a dead kid.

Why is nobody listening to me?

I'll take care of her now.

If you want to get out of here,

you have to stop taking the pills

and stop talking crazy.

The eye, where'd you find it?

- What's your name again? - Lucas Parker.

- I ended things with Allison. - Have you told Margot yet?

You know that Lucas is

staying at her house right now, right?

I'm just kinda like rambling and...

You don't think I got, like, anything to worry about, do you?

- People will know you're not me. - No, they won't.

They won't even know you're missing.

- - Back to work.

I was cleaning out my basement the other day

- and found this scrapbook. - The Biddle basement?

I thought maybe you could show it to your mom.

- And you could look at it, too. - Hey, Harold.

I see the past. So all the information

that we need is in the scrapbook.

- This ends badly. - This is the one chance

to finally know the truth.

Mom?

I can't go to jail. Okay? Grab the case.

There's gotta be way more to the story.

Like, what the hell was in that case?

You guys wanna know what's in the case?

Come inside, I'll tell you.

Oh, my God!

I found him in the basement.

We think it would be a good idea

if you spent more time with your real friends

- instead of your dummy. - His name is Slappy.

It's the puppet. We're in serious danger.

Ever since he found the dummy, he changed.

- Let's get that dummy. - Tomorrow night?

We can never, ever talk about

what happened here tonight again.

Yeah, but this Harold Biddle kid,

our parents were probably trying to help him.

Um, what? No.

That's the whole point of this story.

Listen to me!

Your parents bullied Harold. You understand?

They bullied him constantly!

They bullied him and bullied him and bullied him

and then they broke into his house

and they stole his best friend!

- Best friend? - Yes! His best friend!

And they ended up killing him in the process!

So, yeah, they're murderers!

Weren't you even listening?

I gotta spell it out for you?

Mr. Bratt?

What?

How do you know all of this?

Right.

The twist.

I know all this because...

I'm not Mr. Bratt.

- I'm Harold Biddle. -

And it's time to get Slappy back.

- Bratt's gone. - You mean Biddle's gone.

- Where'd he go? - Uh, door!

Door, door, door, door, door, door, door!

Yeah, yeah, yeah, okay!

Is it not opening?

- I'm trying, I think I can get it. - Try pushing.

- Ready? - Go!

- Hey, hey! - What?

- Count of three, yeah? - Okay.

One, two, three!

Whoa!

- - Oh, my God!

Whoa!

I'm gonna vote for not opening things anymore.

- Yeah. - Cool?

So much for democracy.

Oh, my God.

We're trapped in the scrapbook.

I'm gonna find us a way out of here. Okay?

I'm gonna try the basement.

No... Isaiah!

- - It's locked.

Thank God.

Okay, so Biddle must have drawn a picture of us

in the scrapbook to trap us here.

Great.

I'm too young to die.

Dude... we're all the same age.

Look, my mom will realize I'm gone

and she'll start freaking out soon enough.

No, she's right.

Our parents are gonna figure this out.

Yeah, but we have been here all night, so...

I'm sure they'll be here any minute now.

I don't know, will they?

Our parents haven't exactly done the best job

of figuring things out.

"K." Thanks, Mom.

You're up, Isabella.

Great.

Thank you.

"Hey, Mom,

not gonna make it for dinner,

but I love you, and save me some leftovers."

Kissy face, kissy face,

spaghetti emoji.

The end.

Look, by law, I can't keep you here any longer.

But if you wanted to stay voluntarily, I can arrange that.

It could be really good for you to get the extra rest.

Mm, that's very kind.

I don't think that's necessary.

I'm starting to feel a lot more clear now, you know?

I don't feel as fuzzy and sleepy all the time.

You know anything about that?

Drowsiness is a common side effect of many medications.

Getting the dosage right is tricky...

You drugged me, Victoria.

You were agitated and upset

and we didn't want you doing anything you regretted.

- It was for your own good. - Oh.

Now, okay, I see. But, well, maybe

I should have a quick conversation

with my lawyer.

Or the state medical board, you know?

- For my own good. - Nora, let's not get carried away.

How about let's do get carried away, Victoria?

You know, I mean... There's a ghost

coming after our children!

If now's not a good time to get a little carried away,

I don't know when is!

What's that supposed to mean?

I'm trusting my own instincts.

It's something I should have done a long time ago.

- -

- Oh. Hi. - Oh, hi.

Heh. Just the person I was looking for.

Why were you looking for me?

You know...

Our mutual friend.

- We have a mutual friend? - Yes, we do.

What are you talking about?

You know.

I don't. I don't know.

- Harold. - You went to the mine.

You took him out of the case. And I want him back now!

- Help me! - Hey! Hey!

- Whoa, whoa, hey. - Hey!

- Excuse me, man. - Hey! Hey!

- -

Nora!

- What are you doing? -

Oh, my God, Colin.

I was just checking your mail, I heard a noise and...

You got discharged? You didn't call me?

Yeah, no, um, it happened so fast. I'm sorry.

Well, honey, I would have picked you up.

Oh, no, um...

There's just...

There's just something that I need to do really quick

before I see anyone.

Even Lucas?

I was thinking when you got out, we could celebrate

or whatever is appropriate

when people get out of a mental hospital.

Maybe we could get a couples massage?

That seems weird.

But, God, I'm so excited to see you! Am I talking a lot?

No. No, I'm just preoccupied.

Yeah. What are you doing back here?

There's just something that I need to do.

It won't take long. We can celebrate however you want when I get back. Okay.

Well, what's in the bag?

No, wait. Look, I'm taking care of your kid and your fig tree

and you can't tell me what you're doing with that duffel bag?

- That's not how relationships work. - Look, I'm sorry, I can't.

Well, I'm not okay with that!

I literally just went through this with Sarah.