Hotel Transylvania: The Series

Why aren't my dad's plants growing?

Your dad's plants aren't growing 'cause they're dead.

And not good dead like you.

Dead like dead and gone.

Ooh!

This plant is growing!

Or making a run for it.

No, no, no.

No, no, no, no. They can't be dead!

I promised my dad I'd take care of them while he's away.

Maybe watering with acid rain isn't your best choice.

Urgh!

I don't get it. I totally have a green thumb.

Same. Though mine is probably from gangrene.

Ew. You should really see Dr. Gillman about that!

I can get new plants from Quasimodo's garden!

My dad will never know.

Um, isn't your dad a psycho?

I think you mean a "psychic."

Either way, let's hope he doesn't find out!

Come on, Wendy!

This'll be a fresh start.

I'm taking care of another living thing,

even if it kills me!

Like you killed that cockroach in your pocket?

Margaret is not dead! She's shy.

(SINGING FRENCH NATIONAL ANTHEM WITH LAS)

Hop! Hop!

Whoa!

Okay!

Ah!

Quasi?

Wha? I need some plants.

Bien sur.

I have Poison Ivy, Dead Rabbit Foot Fern, and uh,

oh, Daisies.

What about...

No! I don't grow...

...anymore. Way too annoying.

I mean, you can't break that egg!

This is a very bad egg.

But it hasn't even had a chance.

To do what?

I don't know. Be an egg.

It's so cute.

I've got it!

I'll raise it!

What better way to show I'm responsi...ooh!

I tested it with my taste receptors

and zat is a rotten egg!

That's my spit and boogers right there.

It will eat you when it hatches, you know.

Eggs don't eat vampires.

Or...anything.

Hah! That egg will have you for Scareday Brunch!

Don't worry, as long as that egg is with Mavis,

it's as good as dead.

Uh, bye!

Saperlipopette!

Don't you think of making a break for it.

I'm taking care of you, if it's the last thing I do.

Hmm. I'd better egg-proof my room a bit.

There, that should do it.

Room service! How would you like your egg?

Fried? Poached?

Scrambled?

Quasi, stop trying to poach my egg!

Poached! My specialty.

Breakfast is the most important meal of the day!

Go away!

Bah! You'll be sorry!

Okay! We've gotta keep you warm.

Hey, we're going bowling! You in?

We drew straws. I'm the ball.

Um, yeah, I, uh...

I wish I could, but ah,

I got a whole day of sitting ahead of me.

Is this real life?

All wrong!

Wings up!

Legs back!

Carry on!

Seems I, uh, wasn't doing it right.

Ha-ha!

I must get that bad egg!

Mavis!

Shh! Weggsley is sleeping.

You...named it?

Aw, Weggsley is so darling when he sleeps.

Just look at that...face?

I know, right?

It has no face. It's just an egg.

Maybe to you!

Yeah, pretty sure it looks that way to everybody.

That and crazy.

Do you think when Weggsley wakes up,

he might want to play egg sport?

I thought you were going bowling.

That didn't last long.

So long, suckers!

Tell the Draculas I'm on vacation!

Oh, BTW, Cheryl's on vacation.

Fine.

How do you play egg sport?

Alright, you kick the egg around

until it breaks into a million pieces, then you eat it.

You know, egg sport!

Egg sport.

You monsters!

Uh, duh.

Huh?

Zut alors! You are not the egg!

Ooh, cool vent.

Don't you worry, little Weggsley, I'll take care of you.

Holy rabies! He's hatching!

Weggsley! You're a real boy!

Hey, Mavis!

New plan: we're goin' looking for Wendy. Wanna come?

She's missing? Or hiding! We just don't know.

I wish I could help, but... guess who hatched!

I have a greater purpose in my undead life now.

Why? You did it.

You proved you could keep something alive,

as weird as it is.

It's really not about that at all.

But it's kind of about that, right?

Okay. It's about that, right?

I mean... It started out that way, right?

Okay! It started out that way.

But look, he needs me.

When you have an egg with legs one day, you'll understand.

Is this real life?

Mavis, you heard Quasi. That dude is a bad egg!

No, he's not. He is the sweetest,

cutest egg you could ever ask for.

Let's go find Wendy.

"All the king's ghouls and undead men

"couldn't put Humpty together again."

Wow. I can't believe I just read that to you. Sorry.

Aw, you want to play creep-a-boo.

Creep-a-boo!

How long did I cover my eyes for?

Weggsley!

Wendy!

Hi, Hank!

We found you.

Oh, was I lost?

Because it has happened to me before without me knowing.

Wah! Ugh. Who's the giant rat?

Uh, Quasimodo?

No, we're talking about the other giant...

Weggsley, there you are!

Oh, careful! You'll turn yourself into a chopped egg salad!

Nightshade vegetables for a snack?

You are either a very healthy eater

or you are stalling before bedtime!

Come back here!

Now stay put.

Look! Ze kitchen!

Aw, did you guys come here

because you're worried about Weggsley too?

Uh, sure.

Also, we were running from a giant rat.

Really big. Like huge.

I thought we were chasing it.

Uh, Mavis?

You know how you said you'd take care of another living creature

even if it killed you? Uh-huh!

Pretty sure the killing part is about to happen.

Oh, he's just playing make-believe!

Yeah, well, it's about time you start to believe believe

'cause that egg gonna cook you!

It is a bad egg!

Get out of there, Mavis!

Ah! Holy rabies!

He flies too?

I told you he's a fast learner!

C'est pas possible!

Oh, it's possible.

I am beating this egg once and for all!

Sorry, Quasi, but he's still my weird flying egg baby!

Ooh!

Saperlipopette!