Hotel Transylvania: The Series

Who would have thought exploding giant bugs could be this great!

Boom! Gotcha!

I could do this all day.

Hey, uh, what time is it anyway?

Um, Friday?

Oh, okay, Friday.

Friday? We've been here five days?

Uh, 12 actually.

Really good game.

So, I have two weeks worth of work to do

before Aunt Lydia does her inspection in...

15 minutes?

That's mine!

Oh man.

If I don't get all this done, Aunt Lydia's for sure going to put me on waxing duty.

First stop: torture chamber.

Pointy.

Stretchy.

Breaky. Choppy.

Hungry.

Werewolves sharing connecting rooms with werecats.

Ah, no time. What's the worst that could happen?

Ugh, done.

Now to hide in my room and hope no one complains...

to Aunt Lydia.

Hi. Hi. It's so great to see you.

No, it is not.

Tell me, Mavis, was it not your responsibility

to service the torture chamber equipment?

I went for a quick decapitation.

You know, it's good to grow a fresh head every couple of months,

but the guillotine blade was dull.

Now I've got to finish the job myself!

Did it.

Well, I suppose there is no serious harm done.

Assuming you did the one essential job I gave you

that could bring the entire hotel down if not completed.

Well, of course I did that.

Good. Because naturally, our guests expect

only the freshest and hungriest bed bugs.

The bed bugs!

Are buggier and beddier than ever!

I'm dead.

Or, like, more dead.

Total disaster!

To-tal disaster!

We could've paused that, you know.

Yeah, it's not the game's fault.

Yeah, it is. I forgot I was supposed to fly to Spookarest

to buy fresh bed bugs this week.

You need bugs? I got all kinds of bugs!

Lightning bugs, June bugs, ladybugs, gentlemen bugs,

jitterbugs, litterbugs, humbugs.

Bed bugs! I need bed bugs!

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey. Okay.

Easy, lady.

Boom.

Spookarest bed bugs? For real?

You're a lifesaver.

Now I just got to get them in all the rooms

before the guests go to bed.

Oof!

A-hem.

About those bed bugs you purchased.

I am not one for extravagant praise,

but Diane feels I need to be more appreciative.

So...

Adequate work.

Nice.

Chalk one up for irresponsibility!

What what!

Oh, Mavis, darling,

I want to thank you for such a bitey night.

It almost made up for my back hair getting tangled in the hot tub filter.

Oh, um, thanks, I guess.

I thought braiding it would keep me out of trouble.

Nope. (LAUGHING)

Any who, my husband stole six pool towels

and I licked the TV remote.

Bye.

Okay, way too much information. But...

Mavis!

Love the new bugs.

And I have to tell you, I drank out of the toilet last night and...

licked the TV remote.

Da svidaniya.

Ugh.

Okay, something's up,

because guests are sharing way too much today.

Get back here.

Hey, come on! Break it up!

Wendy said my stitches are too symmetrical.

Pedro said for a year after we met he thought I was a booger!

Hank says he uses me to wipe his butt!

Mm, you know what?

You just can't find this kind of softness and absorbency anymore.

Yeah, you got to stop that.

Ow!

Guys! Guys! Guys!

What is going on around here today?

Huh? (LAUGHING)

Ah, everyone's probably just extra honest

'cause we put truth bugs in all the rooms instead of bed bugs. (LAUGHING)

Oh, right. That makes sense. What?

Yeah, I figured it out last night.

But was too embarrassed to admit

I couldn't tell my home bugs apart.

Actually, I'm not even sure why I'm telling you right now.

Oh.

Maybe it's the truth bugs.

Holy rabies!

Okay, let's not freak out just yet.

I bet no one will even notice.

Oh, no.

All this truth telling has made everybody mad at each other.

I've got to fix this before Aunt Lydia finds out.

There must be someone gross around here

that knows about bugs.

Mm-hmm.

Dr. Gillman, Dr. Gillman!

Whoa, what's wrong with your head?

Ah, I'm just growing a new one.

Now, how can I be of service?

I need to know about truth bugs.

Okay, okay, truth bugs. Truth bugs.

Ah, here we go.

It says here, "They bite you and then make you tell the truth."

Right, I guess you knew that part.

Well, apparently, "The bugs feed on these truths,

"and vampires are the only monsters immune to the bites."

So, that's why I haven't been spilling my guts all over.

Okay, so, how do we get rid of them?

It ain't easy.

Truth bugs can't be squashed or poisoned or nagged to death,

or even burned with an enchanted magnifying glass.

So, we just have to listen to the truth forever?

Well, that.

And bites from full-grown bugs melt monster's brains.

I probably should've led with that.

So, they're invincible and melt brains?

Yeah, sorry.

Recent studies suggest the bugs are vulnerable to overeating.

Of course, those studies are run by quacks like me, so...

Wait, overeating? How?

Just like this schmo here.

Keep laying truth on these ugly suckers and they go kablooey!

And kablooey is a medical term?

Yep. I did a whole unit on kablooey in swamp monster med school.

Right before I flunked out.

Guys, stop!

Stop what?

These truth bugs are going to melt our brains!

Whoa! What? Brains?

We need to overfeed them the truth, then kablooey!

Is that a medical term?

Yep. Quick, you guys, more honesty.

Ow!

Yes, Mavis.

Man, you got to be the bossiest vampire in Transylvania.

Ah, yeah. That's the way.

Oh!

I once saw Mavis show a zombie

a more efficient way to eat brains.

Like, micromanage much?

Oh, okay. Great.

Uh, but everything doesn't have to be about me, right?

Ow!

Huh, that's nothing!

Did you know Mavis toots into the coffins

when she thinks no one's watching?

Great work.

Truth bomb.

Everyone, listen!

We can stop this! These bugs are going to melt your brains

unless you tell the truth!

Keep looking, dude,

hasn't been a brain in there since I got mummified.

Show 'em what's up, guys!

My billionaire dad

steals ketchup packs from the hotel restaurant!