133: The Mysterious Case of the Underwater Shed

SUMMARY

Hello and thank you for participating in this survey about your experience living inside the geodesic dome within the compound. Your feedback is valuable in understanding the quality of life and other aspects of this unique living environment. Please answer the following questions honestly and to the best of your ability. Your responses will remain confidential.

TRANSCRIPT

Original Transcript created by Orion and edited by Orion and Jenah

[BEGIN Episode 133.]

INTRO: Hey guys, quick plugs. First of all, happy Halloween if you’re hearing this on the Patreon feed. And if not, happy Halloween anyway. Everyday can be Halloween. And if you’d like to get spooked today, you should check out Nine to Midnight. Nine to Midnight is a horror anthology podcast put together by some of your favorite audio drama creators, folks like me, Malevolent, The Cellar Letters, The Nightpost, Maeltopia, and more. This year we put together a three-hour anthology of horror stories for Halloween, or any time of year. Nine to Midnight is on its own feed now, so search for Nine to Midnight wherever you get your podcasts and I’ll leave a link in the description. 

In other news, I am still streaming on Twitch every Sunday at twitch.tv/woebegonepod, where I write that week’s episode soundtrack and then we hang out and play a video game. I’m partway through the video game Homebody right now, so come hang out if you’d like to see me get spooked.

And if you’d like to support the show, you can do so on Patreon at patreon.com/woe_begone where you can get early access to ad-free episodes, instrumentals, soundtrack albums, Q&As, director’s commentaries, Movies with Michael, postcards and more. The October postcards have already been sent out, and so now I am looking forward to November. Each postcard comes with a handwritten note from one of the WOE.BEGONE characters, and all of the postcards when put together tell a larger story about something that’s going on at Base. And I ship internationally. So check that out at the $15 level if that sounds interesting to you. Special thanks to everyone who has joined the Patreon since the season finale, there are more than ten, [REDACTED] for supporting the show. Enjoy.

[Scrappy metal door opens and closes.]

MIKEY: [Shivers.] Fuck, it is cold out there. Why did Ty make it cold outside?

MW: Cause it’s cold outside where Base used to be.

MIKEY: I don’t care, it could be any temperature inside of the Dome, it doesn’t have to be cold, and it shouldn’t be.

MICHAEL: I kinda like it. It’s always cold in Latvia, and uh, I’m kinda missing the place.

MIKEY: I don’t care what you think, and what the hell are you wearing?

MICHAEL: My Halloween costume, dummy.

MIKEY: Is it even Halloween? How do you know what day it is?

MW: I’ve been keeping track, someone’s gotta.

MICHAEL [witch voice]: Happy Halloween, I’m a witch!

MIKEY: I can tell. Where did you get the materials to do this?

MICHAEL: I already had the witch costume, pard.

MIKEY: Well, have fun sitting in this shitty shed you made dressed like a witch. I don’t think we’re gonna get any trick-or-treaters.

MICHAEL: Hey, I worked hard on the witch costume and the shed.

MIKEY: You know that you can come inside and live in Base, right? You don’t have to live in the shed. You know, maybe that’s why Ty made it cold in the Dome. He’s gonna freeze you out, so you have to come inside.

MICHAEL: Base is your house, it sure as hell ain’t mine.

MIKEY: We’re going to be here for the foreseeable future, you can’t live in the shed. MW, don’t you want to come inside?

MW: You bet your ass I want to come inside, but I’m sticking with Michael.

MIKEY: Look, I know we’re all miserable, but you don’t have to be this miserable. Come inside.

MICHAEL: You can’t come up in my house and tell this witch what to do.

MIKEY: And why are you a witch for Halloween? You’re a cowboy, you already have a costume.

MICHAEL: That ain’t a costume.

MW: Mikey, are you here to rabble rouse or do you got business.

MIKEY: I do have business, actually, MW. It’s the end of the month, and Ty has a questionnaire for all of us. Uh, [Rustles through papers.] right here, uh, [Pulls out paper.] ta-da!

MICHAEL: I ain’t answering no questions. And if Ty don’t like it, he can shut me off again.

MW: Come on, Michael, don’t be like that. It’s just some questions.

MICHAEL: You answer them, then.

MIKEY: I need answers from both of you, unfortunately.

MICHAEL: And why exactly are you being Ty Betteridge’s lapdog?

MIKEY: Because someone has to interface with him, and some of us are living in a shed outside of the Base in protest, so the duty has fallen on to me.

MICHAEL: Yeah, I wonder why that is.

MW: Just ask the questions, Mikey.

MIKEY: Alright, here it goes. “Hello, and thank you for participating in this survey about your experience living inside the Geodesic Dome within the Compound.” [MICHAEL: Yadda, yadda, yadda.] “Your feedback is valuable to us in understanding the quality of life and other aspects of this unique living environment. Please answer the following questions honestly, and to the best of your ability, your responses will remain confidential.” I don’t know how they plan to do that. I guess I could reword your answers so they aren’t in cowboy speak.

MICHAEL: I don’t care if he knows it’s me.

MIKEY: “Question one. How would you rate your overall quality of life inside the Geodesic Dome on a scale from one to ten, with one being very poor–”

MICHAEL: One.

MIKEY: “With one being very poor and ten being excellent?”

MICHAEL: I said one.

MIKEY: Okay, okay, uh, and MW?

MW: Two and a half? Three?

MIKEY: Okay, I’ve gotta bubble it in, so I’ll put three. “Question two. What aspects of life inside of the Geodesic Dome have contributed to your quality of life, e.g. comfort, safety, environment, social interactions?”

MICHAEL: I ain’t comfortable. I ain’t safe. I’m living in a shed, and I don’t wanna talk to no one.

MW: I’ll add that weekly game night ain’t helpin’. And it ain’t even Ty’s fault, it’s that Marissa cheats at everthin’.

MIKEY: Alright noted. Uh, “Question three. Have you noticed any changes in your physical or mental well-being since living inside the Dome? Please describe.”

MW: Michael’s got an eye twitch ever since we moved in, but I don’t know if that’s us moving in or they put a chip in his head.

MICHAEL: It ain’t the chip. It’s that I don’t want to be here.

MIKEY: I will emphasize in the questionnaire that you do not want to be here, okay? You know, Michael, you were a lot more chipper of a witch when I came in.

MICHAEL: I wonder what changed, pilgrim.

MIKEY: Look, I can do this or Ty can knock on your shed door and start asking you questions. Those are the only two options, so let’s just get through it, okay?

MW: Keep going, Mikey. Let’s get this over with.

MICHAEL: I got a cauldron to get back to.

MIKEY: Okay, “Question four. How would you describe your social interactions with other inhabitants of the dome? Do you feel a sense of community?”

MW: Don’t get me wrong, I like those folks at the Base, but they’re getting cabin fever, just as bad as we are. And I think that Shadow’s gonna get violent if Marissa keeps cheating at Monopoly.

MICHAEL: Everyone cheats at Monopoly.

MIKEY: That’s what people who cheat at Monopoly say. 

MW: It’s just the longer we’re livin’ here, the more the social bonds are gonna break down. Shadow’s mad at Marissa, Marissa’s mad at Edgar, Edgar’s mad at Michael, Michael’s mad at you.

MIKEY: Yeah, and why are you mad at me, Michael?

MICHAEL: You know what you did, asshole.

MIKEY: I really don’t. I’m a bad enough person that usually I can tell why someone’s mad at me because what I’ve done is obvious, but I really don’t know with this one, Michael.

MICHAEL: Well, maybe you should finish questioning me and go off to reflect on yourself.

MIKEY: Okay, whatever, there’s only a few questions left anyway. “Question five. What improvements or additions would you suggest to enhance the quality of life within the Dome?”

MW: Uh, I would say get us the hell out of here, uh, tear the Dome down, and burn it.

MICHAEL: Put us back where we belong, and never have to see Ty fuckin’ Betteridge again.

MIKEY: Is that really what you want me to write down? Cause I can write that down. I think that Marissa said almost the exact same thing.

MICHAEL: Write it down. What do I care?

MIKEY: Okay, writing it down. “Question six. Are there any specific resources, technologies, or service–”

[Time travel noise.]

MW: Ugh, another fuckin’ lockdown? Really?

MICHAEL: Yup, ‘n this time we’re stuck with unwanted company.

MIKEY: I didn’t even know that your shed could do lockdowns. So I guess that means that Ty’s mapped this whole place out too? Cause this is the normal lockdown protocol, the door and the window are missing.

MW: Yup, we’re stuck in this tin can until it’s over.

MICHAEL: You’re Ty’s right-hand man, ain’t ya, Mikey? How long we gonna be in here? Two hours? Three hours? More?

MIKEY: This wasn’t scheduled, so who knows? The Base could actually be under attack, we could be here for hours or days, wherever is this, by the way. It’s not like I know where we are.

MW: We could try to break out, you know. The shed ain’t that structurally sound.

MIKEY: I cannot stress enough that I do not know where we are. Which means that we could be somewhere like underwater. In fact, underwater is exactly where I would put you guys if I were doing a lockdown. You would be safe, it would be almost impossible to find you, it’s pretty easy to put something in the Pacific Ocean just based on experience, and you wouldn’t be able to get away.

MICHAEL: Sounds like you don’t want us to try and get away.

MIKEY: I just don’t want to explosively decompress today.

MW: I think Mikey’s right, I think it’s safer if we stay put. So, what now?

MIKEY: Uh, does anybody have a deck of cards.

MICHAEL: I do. [Sighs.] I guess get settled in, Mikey. Welcome to the shed.

[Opening theme plays.]

MICHAEL: Alright now, everyone, close your eyes.

MIKEY: Michael, this isn’t going to work. You can’t play Werewolf with three people.

MW: I’ll be fine, Mikey. We’ve played it just me and him and Boris before, and it was a fun time.

MICHAEL: Hush up, you’re supposed to be sleepin’. Alright, werewolves, except for the Dream Wolf–

MIKEY: What the fuck is a Dream Wolf, Michael?

MICHAEL: It’s a wolf who’s sleepin’. Now shut up.

MIKEY: That’s-That’s not real, you made that up.

MICHAEL: Werewolves, wake up and look for other werewolves. Dream Wolf, stick out your thumb.

MIKEY: This is stupid, what if you’re both werewolves? You could just vote me out.

MW: You were the one who didn’t wanna play poker, Mikey.

MICHAEL: Excuse me. Werewolves close your eyes. Mystic Wolf, wake up. You may look at another player’s card.

MIKEY: I’m not any good at poker. I don’t want to sit here and lose to Michael over and over again.

MICHAEL: Mystic Wolf, close your eyes. Alpha Wolf, wake up, and exchange the center werewolf card with any other player’s card.

MIKEY: Okay, uh, so what am I doing? What’s-What’s the center werewolf card? Like, what does that mean?

MW: God damnit, Mikey.

MICHAEL: You just ruined the whole dang game, admitting you’re a werewolf.

MIKEY [insincere]: Oh, whoops. I guess we’ll have to do something different now. 

MW: This is giving me chessboxing vibes, and I don’t condone it.

MICHAEL: Yeah, we can do something else. I can shoot us a hole in this here shed, see if we’re really underwater like this traitor says.

MIKEY: I didn’t say that we were underwater, I said that we could be underwater. And I’m not a traitor, what are you talking about?

MICHAEL: You know damn well what I’m talkin’ about.

MW: Hey now, Michael, simmer down. We don’t wanna ruin any plans cause we got mad, right?

MIKEY: What are you talking about? What plans?

MICHAEL: I’m gonna put us a padlock on our shed when we go back, so interlopers can’t come in.

MIKEY: Okay, color me confused. I actually didn’t do anything wrong this time. None of this is my fault.

MICHAEL: Ty ain’t got no way of knowin’ what happens out here. I say we take care of him right now, Emdubya.

MIKEY: What?!

MICHAEL: We can say he was half in, half out of the shed when the transport happened.

MIKEY: Let’s not get hasty, Michael.

MIKEY: What are you even talking about?

MICHAEL: We know that you’re a damn replacement from the Compound, and that you’ve been spyin’ on us and givin’ info to Ty Betteridge. Fess up.

MIKEY: You knew that he was a replacement? Why was he still there when I got to Base?

MW: He? You sayin’ you ain’t the Replacement Mikey?

MIKEY: Yeah, I mean, keep it under your hat, but I broke out of storage and killed that guy weeks ago.

MW: You can’t just break out of storage, partner. I sorta know how it works, you’re basically dead in there.

MIKEY: Okay, so technically what happened was, I was in storage for fifteen years, and Ty woke me up and told me that Base was gone. And then the next time that I woke up, Texas Michael and Outlaw Ty broke me out of storage and took me to Texas to hide out with Bluster the Gigantic Horse. And then a Michael from Eagle’s Army showed up there and got blown apart by a shotgun. And then Sly, Matt, and Jam showed up and all of us went to the trunk and finished your mission for you guys, because the Ty who was going to send the data died before he could send it. And then I came back to the Compound alone and killed the replacement Mikey so that I could infiltrate and figure out what Ty’s been telling him, and we could start to figure out how to get Base the hell out of here. Out of there, I mean, the Compound, not the shed, which I really do think is underwater by the way.

MICHAEL: You was accusing me of making up a bunch of nonsense. What the hell was that?

MIKEY: Do you think that that’s the story I would tell if it wasn’t the truth? You think I made up Bluster the Gigantic Horse? 

MICHAEL: You could’ve been dreamin’ all that up ever since we got to the Compound.

MW: I got a lot of questions, but I wanna believe you, Mikey. You got any proof?

MIKEY: Uh… y-yes, but also, can I not show it to you?

MW: Personally, I ain’t gonna believe you till you prove it. Michael?

MICHAEL: Let’s see it, pilgrim.

MIKEY: Okay, but you guys can’t make a whole thing out of this, okay?

MICHAEL: No promises.

MIKEY: And you can’t tell anyone, not that I killed the replacement and not what I have, which is… [Places object on table.] that.

MW: Who’s Calculator is that, Mikey?

MIKEY: It’s mine. Outlaw Ty made it for me when I was in Texas. 

MICHAEL: You could’ve got us the hell out of here this whole time?

MIKEY: We can’t just leave. We have to be careful. If we break out and Ty catches us, he’ll just punish us for insubordination and we’ll be in the same spot as we were before.

MW: Well, hell, Mikey, now’s our chance. If you’re right, then we’re sitting at the bottom of the ocean and Ty can’t see us, so what better time to get the hell out?

MIKEY: It’s only a matter of time before the shed is back in the Compound. He’ll see that we’re missing, he’ll run some tracing and he’ll find us.

MICHAEL: He won’t run no trace if he don’t know we left.

MIKEY: It’s not like we can go out and then come back here, we don’t know where here is.

MICHAEL: Then we’ll make iterations of us and they can stay here.

MW: I don’t like the idea of makin’ iterations that know they’re gonna be trapped. I’m made of 32 of ‘em, you know. That’s how Mustardseed got started.

MICHAEL: Yeah, but y’all had access to the Tier Two security program. Calculator’s coming with us.

MIKEY: And what? We consolidate with them after we get the Base free?

MICHAEL: Consolidate ‘em, kill ‘em, I don’t care.

MW: Michael, you don’t wanna say that or think it, really. These iterations will remember that.

 MICHAEL: We’ll deal with them when we come back for the Base.

MIKEY: Where would we even go? Are we just gonna punch in random coordinates? If so, uh, someone else should do it, I don’t have a very good track record.

MW: Mikey, you said that these Michael and Ty iterations in Texas were in contact with Sly and Jam and Matt, right?

MIKEY: Right, but the Compound knows that they’re there. That’s how Eagle’s Michael ended up there.

MW: Well, even if we cain’t stay there, we oughta pop in. They can get us in contact with Matt, Sly, and Jam, and that’ll go a long way as to cookin’ up a plan to get Base out of there.

MICHAEL: Boris can hide us too, if’n we want to go back to Latvia.

MW: I say we do it, Mikey. We got the opportunity right now, we shouldn’t let it go to waste. And the longer that you’re in the Compound with that Calculator, the greater the risk that you’re gonna get found out ‘fore you even get to use the thing.

MIKEY: [Sighs.] Okay, let’s do it. But we have to be very sure that we’re coming back and that we will be rescuing and consolidating with these iterations that we’re about to make. Because we have to make them before we leave the shed.

MW: I’m sure of it. How ‘bout you, Michael?

MICHAEL: Sure as I’ve ever been of anything.

MIKEY: Alright then. No more putting it off. Creating the iterations in three, two, one.

[Time travel noise.]

[Everyone greets each other.]

MICHAEL ITERATION: Michael’s gonna kill us when he gets back.

MIKEY: What? Michael, I told you not to think that.

MICHAEL: I cain’t control what I think, pard.

MIKEY ITERATION: We can’t let them get away, they’re gonna kill us.

ITERATED MICHAEL: I can shoot ‘em.

MIKEY: We’re not going to kill you.

MW: Now, fellas–

[Everyone argues.]

MW: Mikey, get us the hell out of here.

MIKEY: I’m on it, I’m on it. [MW ITERATION: Wait, he can’t just say that you’re gonna kill us and then you leave.] Transporting in three, two, one.

[Time travel noise.]

MIKEY ITERATION: Well, shit.

MW ITERATION: I don’t think the other two will let him kill us, Michael.

MICHAEL ITERATION: [Sighs.] We’d better hope not.

MIKEY ITERATION: Okay, so, what now?

MW ITERATION: We could try Werewolf again.

[Scene transition.]

MIKEY: This is it. Uh, welcome home, I guess.

MW: And uh, what’s this Texas Michael character gonna think of all three of us askin’ to move in?

MIKEY: He was pretty fine with me moving in for a while, so I think he’ll be receptive to it.

MW: Holy shit! What is that?

[Horse snorts.]

MIKEY: Oh, that’s Bluster the Gigantic Horse. Hey, Bluster. It’s me, it’s Mikey.

MICHAEL: Mikey, that is the biggest horse I ever saw.

[Bluster snorts.]

MIKEY: No, Bluster, I didn’t tell him I’d be back, but it’s sort of an extenuating circumstance. [Bluster snorts understandingly.] We had a chance to break out of the Compound, just the three of us, and so we took it. Is Michael here?

[Bluster snorts affirmatively.]

MIKEY: Okay, great, so we don’t have to undo the shotgun. Alright, well, we’re gonna head inside then. Uh, thank you for your help, Bluster. [Pats Bluster.] You’re a good horse.

[Bluster snorts appreciatively.]

[The three humans begin walking towards the house.]

MW: Mikey, what the hell was that back there?

MIKEY: That was Bluster the Gigantic Horse, I introduced you. I think that Michael makes him bigger with the Calculator somehow. I still haven’t figured it out. Anyway we’re here.

[Knocks on door.]

MIKEY [calling out]: Hey, Michael, it’s me. It’s Mikey.

[Door opens, shotgun cocks.]

TEXAS MICHAEL: Hands where I can see ‘em.

MW: We don’t want any trouble, Michael.

MIKEY: It’s me, Michael, you can ask Bluster. Here, look, I still have the Calculator with me. I’m gonna put my hand in my pocket, okay?

[Mikey pulls out the Calculator.]

MIKEY: See? It’s me.

TEXAS MICHAEL: Mikey, good to see ya, you ol’ wastrel. Come in, it’s gettin’ cold out there.

[Door shuts.]

TEXA MICHAEL: Now then, why’d ya bring these varmints to my door?

MIKEY: As you know, I was in the Compound with them, and we were all in this shed that they had build inside of the Dome and there was a lockdown and they sent us to who knows where, and so we were all alone, and we had the opportunity to transport out of there without Ty knowing and so we did it.

MW: We was hopin’ that you could put us in contact with Matt and Jam and Sly again.

TEXAS MICHAEL: Pardon me, but who’s this fella? Cause he ain’t Mike.

MIKEY: Right, you weren’t around after Mustardseed. Uh, this is Emdubya. He’s another iteration of me, and he lives in Latvia with Michael, and he’s a cowboy.

MW: Pleased to make your acquaintance, Texas Michael.

TEXAS MICHAEL: Nice to meet you, Emdubya. And why’s this witch here being so quiet?

MICHAEL: I don’t got nothin’ to say.

MIKEY: It might be that he almost just got us killed. We had to make some iterations so the Compound wouldn’t know that we left, and Michael here was thinking about killing them when we were done with them, and of course they knew that because they’re just us from a moment prior, so things almost went south in the shed.

TEXAS MICHAEL: Glad y’all made it out of there okay. That’s a greenhorn mistake. Anywho, yeah, I can get y’all in touch with Matt and Sly and Jam. I set up a secure line of communication with them after we left the trunk. 

MICHAEL: And we can stay in Sly’s basement once we get ahold of ‘em. Safe and secure there. We’ll be out of your hair in no time.

TEXAS MICHAEL: Stay here as long as you want, pilgrim. I got room.

MIKEY: Are you and Outlaw gonna help us with this? You can say no, you know, you’ve already helped a lot.

TEXAS MICHAEL: What kind of varmint would I be if I said no, pard? I ain’t got nothing else goin’ on, besides the outpost.

MW: You got any wisdom on what we should do? It’s not like we can just break the Base out Ty’ll hunt us down.

TEXAS MICHAEL: I think we should ask Outlaw Ty about that. There’s this secret room in the Compound called the Trunk. We might be able to use it to get them out of there. And Outlaw Ty knows more about the Trunk than any of us. Do you got that chip in your head, pard?

MICHAEL: I do.

TEXAS MICHAEL: We’ll talk to him about that too. Might be able to rustle you up some brain surgery.

MICHAEL: I don’t want Ty Betteridge pokin’ around in my head no more.

MIKEY: That might be the only option, Michael. I don’t know that anyone else has the experience necessary.

TEXAS MICHAEL: That Outlaw Ty’s a good egg, I’ll tell ya. He ain’t like the other Ty Betteridges.

MIKEY: I can attest to that too. He helped us in the Trunk, he’s a cowboy, he’s good people, Michael.

MW: You’re gonna be the odd one out, Mikey, what with all these cowboys. Gotta get yourself a hat.

MIKEY: I think I’ll manage just fine without one. 

TEXAS MICHAEL: [Sighs.] There is something you should know. You’re-You’re gonna find out anyway, so you might as well hear it from me.

MIKEY: Well, what is it, Tex?

TEXAS MICHAEL: As I said earlier, I’ve been keepin’ in touch with Matt and Jam and Sly, which means I’ve been privy to their investigations. Matt’s been keepin’ his eye on these folks name of Edman and MDawg.

MIKEY: Yes, we are very aware of them.

TEXAS MICHAEL: Well, they disappeared for a little bit, ‘round the same time y’all did.

MIKEY: That’s not surprising. Edman and MDawg work for Operose, and Operose was attacking the Compound.

TEXAS MICHAEL: Well, a few days ago, MDawg came back.

MW: And Edman didn’t, I reckon.

TEXAS MICHAEL: You reckon correctly, Emdubya. And MDawg’s real broke up about it. Matt’s been watching him, says he’s just sitting there in the dark crying all day.

MW: Do ya figure Edman’s dead?

TEXAS MICHAEL: That’s what I thought.

MIKEY: Fuck. Tex, uh, Edman doesn’t die in seven years like Edgar does. And my Edgar is consolidated with Edman so… fuck, if he’s dead what does that mean?

MW: Well, Edgar’s still alive. He made me a gluten-free bagel this mornin’.

MIKEY: We still don’t know if Edgar’s gonna die or not, and now we can’t even ask Edman.

TEXAS MICHAEL: Well, ya could. You’re holdin’ a damn time machine in your hand, Mikey

MW: Let’s focus on gettin’ Base out of the Compound, and then we can worry about Edman, alright?

MIKEY: Right, uh… MW’s right.

MICHAEL: Mikey, give me the Calculator.

MIKEY: Michael, what? Why?

MICHAEL: Cause the last time you had that look, you ended up gettin’ consolidation sick from meddling. You’re wantin’ to run off and figure out this Edman stuff without us. Hand it over.

MIKEY: It’s just, you guys don’t have Edgars anymore so this isn’t as important to you, and I just–

MW: Get him! Before he can get the coordinates in.

MICHAEL: Come here, ya ingrate.

[Mikey and Michael grunt as Michael restrains Mikey.]

MIKEY: Michael, let me go!

MICHAEL: Over my dead body. Tex, ya got any rope?

TEXAS MICHAEL: Yes, sir. Always keep it handy. Here ya go.

MICHAEL: Thank ya kindly.

MIKEY: Careful. Ow!

[Michael hogties Mikey.]

MICHAEL: That oughta hold ya.

MIKEY: This is ridiculous, let me go.

MICHAEL: We’ll let ya go just as soon as we put the Calculator somewhere you cain’t find it.

MW: Well, good to meet you, Tex. I’m glad we could start out our stay here with a little bit of hogtyin’.

TEXAS MICHAEL: I wouldn’t have it any other way, pard.

[Closing theme plays.]

[I AM NOT A VARMINT plays (featuring the voice of William A. Wellman).]

[Brief start-stop of the closing theme.]

AFTER-CREDITS (MICHAEL) [witch voice]: Happy Halloween from Michael the witch!