(We open where we left off - with Sally standing over Chuck right after she decked him.)

Sally: (To Jane) Janey, either kiss your man or deck him.

Jane: Oh! *wraps her arms around Butch and kisses him*

Butch: (His fuzzy face...which is now minus a lot of fuzz...grins into Jane's) Hello there.

Jane: *Smiles* Hi, yourself.

Sally: (She and Slip help Chuck to his feet) Are you ok?

Chuck: *Groans* Peachy. *holds his jaw*

Slip: You ain't gonna attack us again, are ya?

Chuck: *Faintly shakes his head* No.

Sally: Good, because we're still missing Marsha, Whitey, and Rachel.

Chuck: Rachel...

Slip: Yeah, she's actin' like a ghost.

Sally: Just the way I was.

Chuck: Oh...

Slip: Sure yer okay?

Chuck: Yeah.

Sach: I dunno, Chuck. There's somethin' funny about you. Like you ain't right.

Chuck: *Waves it off* I'm fine. I just wanna find Rachel and get out of here.

Sach: Maybe we oughta go back to the stage. At least there's a lot of room to look for ghosts.

Slip: Yeah. Let’s go.

(Cut back to the stage. The curtain has been open, revealing that the sets are standing. The lighting is soft and dim, and the sets look like a night in a moonlit forest.)

Sach: (He shivers) Boy, is this spooky.

Slip: *Nods* Fer once, even I'll admit that.

Jane: I don't like this.

(Suddenly, we hear eerie music playing from somewhere in the orchestra pit...but there's nothing there. A white apparition seems to glide onstage from nowhere.)

Slip: Shit...

Sally: It's Rachel! They did the same thing to her that they did to me!

Sach: Maybe we shouldn't just run out there. She's a ghost. She might scare easy.

Chuck: *Steps forward* Rachel...

Slip: Chuck, don't...

Sach: Chuckie, the last time you went to her, she made ya into a vampire again!

Butch: Yeah, and I ended up getting hurt.

Slip: *Grabs Chuck's arm* Stay put.

Chuck: *Gives Slip a look* I want Rachel back.

Slip: I know ya do, kid, but ya can't go to her.

Sally: Maybe we should try to surprise her, before she wanders away again.

Butch: And let's stay together. We’ve already lost Marsha and Whitey.

Sally: Follow me. (She leads the others down the last aisle, along the wall. They all make their way quietly to the stage. There's more fake trees out now. An owl hoots overhead. We even see the beginnings of fog.)

Sach: (As they climb the steps) How did Central Park get in here?

Butch: Someone's been doing a little playing with the set while we were in the lobby.

Slip: This is crazy.

Sach: Where's poor Rachel?

Sally: If they did anything nasty to my roommate...

Chuck: *Wanders forward* Rachel?

Sally: Rachel!

Sach: Oh RACCHEELLLL!

Chuck: *Walks towards the mist* Rachel?

*Chuck watches as Rachel emerges from the mist.*

Chuck: Rachel...

Sally: Rachel! (She runs to her) We've gotta get you outta this, before you try kissing Chuck or anyone else.

Butch: Do you think one of you ladies should deck her?

Jane: I can't do it.

Sally: I did it to Chuck. I can do it to Rachel. (She starts rolling up her sleeves)

Chuck: No! *steps between Rachel and Sally*

Slip: Chuck, it's the only thing that works!

Chuck: Nobody's gonna punch her.

Sach: But you can't kiss her, either! We saw what she did to ya the last time.

Chuck: Then what the hell are we supposed to do!?

*Just then, Rachel steps up behind Chuck and touches his shoulder. He turns to face her. Slowly, Rachel leans in and kisses him.*

Butch: Not again!

Sach: Rachel, don't!

Sally: I'm gonna break this up.

Slip: Shit!

(Sally goes to yank Rachel and Chuck apart.)

Sally: All right, you two, that's enough...

Chuck: What're you doing?!

*Sheila and Zelda appear on stage.*

Sheila: No!

(Sheila yanks Sally away from them.)

Sally: Hey! (Pushes Sheila away) Don't you touch me! You two have caused enough trouble!

Zelda: No, we haven'!

*Rachel holds Chuck tight. He doesn't let up, either.*

Sally: Chuck?

Sach: (He pulls back, frightened) There...there's somethin' wrong.

Chuck: *Turns to them, glaring* What?

Slip: What the hell's going on?

Sach: Chuckie, I think...I think you're a bad guy again.

Butch: Stay away from me.

Chuck: I'm fine.

Sally: Rachel? (She waves her hand in front of Rachel's face; she just blinks) Then why isn't Rachel ok?

Sheila: She's still under Zelda's control.

Zelda: Beautiful thing, isn't it?

Butch: But she kissed Chuck! Shouldn't she be ok now?

Sheila: Zelda did something...special...with her.

Zelda: I always have a back-up plan.

*Chuck and Rachel continue to hold each other.*

Sally: (Shoves her fist in Zelda's nose) What "special" thing?

Zelda: *Shrugs* Don't you love hypnotism?

Sally: You bitch! Snap them outta it!

Sach: Yeah! They ain't ghosts n' vampires! They're our friends!

Zelda: But they're so much better this way.

Butch: No they're not! Chuck's my best friend! He's not a vampire!

Sally: Let them go! (She gives Zelda a smack in the chin)

Zelda: *Staggers* Ooohhh...

Sheila: You little brat! (Turns to Chuck and Rachel) Child of darkness, this whelp has struck one of your mistresses!

Sally: Don't start talking like a bad horror novel again.

*Chuck grins and parts from Rachel, headed toward Sally.*

Slip: Oh, hell no! *steps up to Chuck* Yer crossin' the line now, kid.

Sach: (He ducks behind a fake tree) Get 'im, Chiefy! Hurt him, but not too bad. He is Chuckie.

Butch: (He holds Jane) Chuck, leave Sally alone! She was only trying to help you.

Jane: I don't like this!

*Chuck continues for Sally, but Slip steps in front of her and tackles Chuck. They roll around on the floor, each trying to get the upper hand.*

Sally: Slip! (She starts for him, but Sheila gets in her way)

Sheila: Going somewhere, dearie?

Sally: Yes, to help my boyfriend!

Sheila: I think he's doing just fine.

Sally: They'll tear each other apart!

Sheila: No. He's just getting a taste of his own medicine.

Sally: Oh, get away from me! (But Sheila won't. They end up on the floor, too, tearing hair and wrestling.)

*Slip finally ends up straddling Chuck.*

Slip: This is gonna hurt. *punches Chuck on the jaw; Chuck slumps, unconscious*

*Zelda growls... then punches out Rachel!*

Sach: Rachel! (He, Butch, and Jane run over to her) Are you ok, kid?

Sally: (She finally pushes Sheila off and gets to her feet) Ok, you two. This Halloween game is officially over. Give us our stuff back and tell us where Whitey and Marsha are and what you're doing here.

Sheila: Your things are in the prop room upstairs, first door on the left. I have no idea where your other two dimwit friends are. I haven't seen them. We're here because I intend to buy this theater and raze it to build a parking lot.

Sach: How would you raise it and build a parkin' lot under it?

Butch: She means knock it down.

Sach: You can't do that! This is a nice theater, when it ain't fulla cobwebs!

Sheila: (Rubs her chin) I may reconsider my offer. (Nods towards the back of the stage) The cardboard treasure box with the candy for the children is in the back, where the back entrance is. You'll find a nice assortment there if the little buggers haven't taken it all. That's what the maze in the theater was originally supposed to lead to. The secret passages and most of the non-decorated rooms are off-limits.

Sach: Ooh, Chiefy, let's go get the candy!

Sheila: (She helps the groggy Zelda to her feet) We'll meet another time, Mahoneys. Farewell! (She throws something small and round into the air. It explodes into a cloud of fog and sparkles. Everyone coughs. When the puff subsides, both women are gone.)

Sach: Where did they go?

Butch: I knew those two were witches.

Sally: In every sense of the word.

Slip: *Kneels by Chuck and gently pats the cheek he didn't hit* Chuckie, hey...wake up, kid.

Sally: (She kneels by Chuck) Chuck?

Butch: (As Jane pats her cheek) Rachel?

Chuck: *Groans, then opens his eyes* Oohhh...

Sally: Chuck, are you all right?

Rachel: (Groans) Ohh...oh man, what hit me?

Chuck: *Winces* My jaw...

Rachel: My cheek feels black and blue.

Slip: *To Rachel* Zelda punched you.

*Chuck is moving his jaw.*

Rachel: Zelda? (Looks at her outfit) And how did I get into this?

Sally: Why don't we all go upstairs, get our original clothes, and see if we can find Whitey and Marsha and tell them that you're ok? We'll try to explain on the way.

Sach: Are you guys up for moving?

Rachel: Yeah, I think so.

Chuck: Yeah... *Slip gives him a hand up*

Butch: (As Jane helps Rachel up) It's kind of a long story.

Sach: (Frowns at Chuck as they start moving towards the stairs) There's still somethin' not right about you.

Chuck: I'm fine, Sach. It's probably just the clothes.

Sach: No. I can tell. You've still got a little bad in you.

Chuck: *Frowns* I said I'm fine!

Sach: (Steps back) Geez, Chuck, I'm only tellin' ya what I see! Don't take my head off!

Chuck: Well, I don't know what you're looking at. *folds his arms*

Sach: You.

Chuck: Sach, please...

Sach: All right, Chuck. We can talk 'bout this later. (Grins) 'Sides, I wanna go get that candy before the kids do.

*Chuck just sighs.*

(Cut to the group heading for the exit. Everyone now wears their original costumes and have washed off their makeup. Sach carries a bucketful of candy.)

Slip: Got enough candy, Sach?

Sach: Nope, but this will do until we give out candy to the kids later tonight.

Slip: *Shakes his head* Yer amazin'.

Jane: Great. Let’s find Whitey and Marsha and get out of here.

(That's when we hear banging just off to the right.)

Sach: Oooh, I hope it isn't more ghosts that aren't ghosts!

Slip: I think we found 'em. *Opens a door in the wall to reveal Whitey and Marsha* Havin' fun?

Marsha: (Brushes dust from her hair) We'd have more fun if we hadn't just spent an hour wanderin' around in dark tunnels. I think I stepped on a mouse!

Whitey: Let’s get out of here!

Sach: You guys missed all the fun! Sally wrestled the bad lady.

Marsha: She did, huh? I wish I could have seen that!

Slip: I wouldn't call it fun.

Sally: We'll explain it further when we get to Uncle's.

Sach: At least we can all say it's been a heck of a Halloween!

Sally: (Takes Slip's arm) I hope they find someone else to buy this theater. This is a really beautiful building, and those vintage costumes are treasures in themselves.

Slip: I hope so, too.

Sally: Happy Halloween, honey.

Slip: Happy Halloween, Sal.

(They stroll out, followed by the others, as we see groups of kids stream into and out of the forbidding theater under a bright, full mood. The camera fades out on the image of the theater and the moon.)