Lost Looks Scream Street

# He was a kid who didn't fit in

# Got a wolf living inside Under his skin

# When he's angry His body sprouts hair

# So you gotta take him to You'll never guess where

# Scream, scream, scream When you get to Scream Street

# Scream, scream, scream When you get to Scream Street... #

Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!

# Next door's a vampire, maybe not

# 4,000 years old But her body won't rot

# Being a freak is totally normal

# When everyone's freaky and paranormal

# Scream, scream, scream When you get to Scream Street

# Scream, scream, scream When you get to Scream Street

# Scream Street, Scream Street. #

Ha-ha-ha-ha!

I ask you, do I look like I need anti-pimple potions,

wrinkle removers, and wart sprays?

-Er, yeah.

-Yep.

-The answer is no!

-Oh, no.

-No, you don't.

It's just that, as you're having your portrait painted today,

Mr Sneer, sir, I thought you might like to look your best.

I mean, even better than usual.

Well, maybe just a little something, then.

Good choices, sir.

Grrr!

D'oh!

All the beauty routines in the world aren't going to help Otto.

A head transplant might.

Why are people obsessed with looks, anyway? It's so shallow.

-Anyone want to help tidy the attic?

-Yeah! I do! Count me in!

Follow me, then.

Lucky he's not obsessed with looks, eh? You've so got the hots for her.

I so haven't. It's just, witches' attic.

Probably some really cool stuff up there. Hey, Eefa, wait!

Bad excuse, but he might be right.

Fine, but if he gets all drooly again, I'm out of here.

Over here, junk. Bag it, bin it, and sweep it up when you're done.

On this side, enchanted cauldrons, witches' hats, and magic books.

Ow, hey! Get off!

Don't touch anything on this side of the attic. Luke, are you listening?

Er, what?

Argh!

Er... Just checking the floor, yep.

Definitely needs sweeping. ATCHOO!

The bins are collected at noon.

There's a milkshake in it for you if this place is tidied by then.

-You do know she's, like, 300 years old, right?

-I do not like Eefa.

And even if I did, it has nothing to do with me wanting to help.

I just, I love dust, and spiders' webs, and more dust, so much dust!

COUGHING

Argh! Somebody cover that face in bandages! That is...

-No offence, Cleo.

-Some taken.

Why would Eefa hold on to something so hideous?

Beats me. This one's definitely for the bin.

Look out below!

"Get more wrinkle cream, Dixon."

Oh, that's a nice frame.

It's perfect for Otto's new portrait.

Ugh, and I thought Otto was ugly!

And, if you ever need anything else doing, just ask me...

Us. Ask us. But mainly me.

Oh, I think I'm going to be sick.

Argh! Ugh!

Looks like you're not the only one.

-Can I look now?

-No!

Millicent van Gogh never shows her work until it's perfect.

OK, it's perfect. Ta-da!

Waa! Do I really look like that?

What can I say? You're no oil painting. Ugh.

Just a little more anti-pimple ointment, that's all I need.

Argh! Oh, well, maybe a decent frame will help.

Oh! Look at my face!

What's wrong, Mr Sneer, sir?

Oh, nothing's wrong, Dixon. I'm perfect.

I want a refund. This indigestion potion makes you breathe fire. Look.

See?

And this vampire sun cream is actually an invisibility potion.

Might come in handy next time I feel like disappearing.

Sorry. I'll be right with you.

RUMBLE BOOM

Guys, could you see where Eefa's got to before I blow up her shop?

-I'll find her.

-Hmmm.

CREAK Eefa?

Eefa, are you here?

Aaaaargh! Hideous portrait woman!

What have you done with Eefa?

No need to be rude, Luke Watson.

-Eefa?!

-Afraid so.

-Put a sock in it, Resus.

-Aaaaah, the horror! Sorry, nearly done. Aah!

OK, I'm fine, what happened?

You try looking good for 300 years without resorting to witchcraft.

Let me guess, you kept an enchanted portrait in the attic

of your true self, keeping you magically young?

-And I threw it out the window.

-What?!

I told you not to touch anything on that side.

Get it back, or I'll turn you into root vegetables!

ALL SCREAMING

Out! Shop's closed. Out, out.

What are you staring at?

Bins, quick.

Oh, no. Town dump, let's go.

PANTING

-Ewww!

-Oh, you found my foot. Thanks, Cleo!

Oh! The painting!

Watch out!

Aaah!

No wonder you wanted to save it. She's a looker.

Eefa, we got your portrait. She'll be all right now.

ALL SCREAM

You idiots! It's not the portrait that's magical, it's the frame.

You have failed me.

I need a hug.

Not you.

-We've got to find that frame.

-But it could be absolutely anywhere.

Oh, keep up, Dixon. Do I look fantastic or what?

Ever since Otto had his portrait done, he's a new man.

- Dixon, you didn't take a painting of an ugly

old woman outside the shop, earlier, did you?

-- Er...

-It's an enchanted frame, and it belongs to Eefa.

-Oh!

Would love to stop and chat,

but I've got a wash and blow-dry booked in for five. Bye.

Bye, Elvis.

No, come back! Beautiful bonce!

Phew. There's no way those kids are getting their

grubby little hands on you.

OK, you guys ready for an art heist? Here's the plan.

We enter through the roof, avoiding cameras.

Then it's stealth mode, into the main hall.

Or, we could just use the door.

You can still forward roll along the corridor, if you like.

That was easier than I expected.

Whoop! Whoop! Whoop! I'm an alarm now, by the way.

- Told you my plan was better.

You didn't think I'd let you steal my portrait that easily, did you?

You can keep your ugly portrait. It's just the frame we want.

-It belongs to Eefa.

-She threw it away. Finders keepers.

Wherever you've hidden it, we'll find it.

Not if it's shipped to Ghoul HQ in the Normal World

-on the ghost train, you won't.

-Dixon, shhh!

Need I remind you, wolf boy,

the penalty for any Scream Street resident attempting to

return to the Normal World is banishment to the Underlands.

-Waah!

-Argh!

Now get this to the ghost train, and double the security.

Right away, boss.

-There it goes.

-Poor Eefa.

Eefa and I are the same.

We've both got a side to us that we're ashamed of. Wish me luck.

Yeah, you need to work on your heroic exits.

You mustn't let them see you!

Wait, the invisibility sun cream!

Psst, wake up. Wake up!

-Take this to Luke.

-SCREECH

Whoa!

Yes, Resus!

It's gone!

There!

Aha!

Eefa?

-I'm back, and about time, too.

-Oh, what a relief.

I mean, not that I care. I still like you, whatever you look like.

Waah!

I knew you'd mess it up, Dixon!

Well, if you look like that again...

GASPS

My hair! DIXON!

Aaah! Ow! I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

So, who's free to help me tidy up?

-Ooh!

-Come on.

-You'll thank us tomorrow.

-Hey! Go... Let go!