I can't believe Skeet is actually...
uh...
- you know. - Now you're having trouble saying it?
Let me help you, Kai. He's dead.
I'm so sorry, Skeet.
You were a good friend.
All Skeet wanted was to go home.
Well, maybe he did?
Kai, we watched him die. We buried his body.
Skeet didn't go anywhere except six feet underground.
More like four-and-a-half, really.
- I should've stopped him. - So why didn't you?!
Mira, come on! It wasn't Adam's fault.
Nobody forced Skeet to do what he did.
I know! I know.
It's just, you guys didn't know Skeet like I did.
Just because Skeet's dead in this digital world
doesn't mean he's also dead in the real-life world.
How do you know?
I don't.
The only way to figure out what's really going on here
is to find The Weird Guy.
Whoa.
What's up with the light show?
Maybe we should keep walking?
No chance.
We need answers and I'm not leaving until we get some.
Anybody home?
Come on, we saw the lights. There's gotta be somebody in there.
Right, guys?
- Guys? - You might wanna look up.
Huh?
Whoa! You again?!
Whoa!
Louie! Stop being so rude to our guests!
Va t'en! Va t'en!
A thousand pardons, madame et messieurs.
Back! Back, back!
Louie is a good boy, but he gets a tad, how you say, overprotective.
"Overprotective"? "Overprotective"?! That snail just ki...
What she means is maybe, uh, you should keep your pet on a leash.
Ah, perhaps.
But ze good news... you are safe,
and I make it up to you with a gourmet meal.
Entrez, entrez, s'il vous plaît.
Attention! We have ze guests for dinner. Vite, vite!
I know what you're thinking, but we need to play it cool.
And the French are known for their fine cuisine.
You guys can't seriously be considering going in there.
His pet snail killed Skeet! Or have you already forgotten?
Of course we haven't,
but there might be clues in there about what happened to us.
Won't you come in from ze cold night air?
Ah! Fantastique! Bienvenue! Entrez!
Ow! Do you mind?
Oh, désolé. Excusez-moi.
But such a perfect head of hair,
it is criminal to ruin it with one rogue strand, non?
Hmm.
Get a load of this.
Ne touche pas!
Oh, excusez-moi. I did not mean to scare you.
There are so many dangerous potions and inventions.
I would hate to see someone get hurt.
But you're okay with your pet snail killing someone.
Oh, la, la, but where are my manners?
I am Jules Voulcan, ze proud propriétaire of Château Carcolh.
- I'm Adam. - Adam! Très bien.
- I'm Kai. - Kai! Formidable.
- Mira. - Mira! Enchanté.
Ugh.
Perhaps you would like to know about some of my brilliant inventions, non?
Well, since you asked, heh, what's in here?
Ah! Ze powder to make you invisible!
Huh? Hey, where'd you go?
Bonjour!
- What's this do? - Ah!
Oui, oui! A way to eradicate ze pesky rodents!
Hey, Mr. Voulcan, uh, what goes in here?
That was my masterpiece, my tour de force,
my pièce de résistance...
until they stole it from me!
Dinner is ready!
Right this way, s'il vous plaît.
My staff has laid out ze appropriate dining attire for each of you.
You will find zem in your chambers.
Mademoiselle?
Très bien!
Dinner will be served in 15 minutes!
Not really my style, but I low-key like it.
Okay...
Oh, come on!
Whoa, you clean up pretty good.
Not too shabby yourself.
Please, please, make yourselves comfortable.
But where is Kai?
Ahoy, matey!
Most guys don't look good in pom-poms,
but... you really pull it off, pal!
Ha, ha, ha.
So handsome. So élégante.
So, um, naval?
Watch it, pal!
Ooh! Those streaks of blue add a certain je ne sais quoi!
- Hey! - Pardonnez-moi!
- You see that? - I know!
A grape peeler!
I saw one of these in the December issue of Cutlery Aficionado!
Monsieur Voulcan...
Jules, s'il vous plaît.
Right, so, uh, we've been looking for someone
and we think he might have passed this way.
His real name's Gustaf,
but he might go by Weirdy or The Weird Guy.
Kinda shows up unexpectedly?
Later, we talk.
Now, we eat!
- Reeve? - Vanessa?
What are you guys doing here?
Ooh-hoo-hoo!
Beef boulettes! Exquisite!
What's wrong with them?
Can can you hear me?
What did you do to our friends?!
Friends, you say?
Well, zen I must give you time to catch up!
Reeve! Can you speak?
I'm going after him!
Kai, help me snap them out of it!
Right! Sorry!
Reeve?
Well, that didn't work.
But it was fun. Better keep trying.
Hey!
What did you do to our friends?!
Adam, come in, come in.
I can see that you are upset, but I will explain everything.
Talk about a waste of totally good sauce!
Ow!
An actual pickle fork? Bonus!
Reeve, you okay?
Yeah, you're okay.
Oh, hey there!
You guys okay? Aren't you cute!
Attack!
Thanks, guys! Now run, fly, be free!
Mira! Ah!
Where's Adam?
Hey! You're okay!
Reeve and Vanessa attacked us.
We need to figure out how to break the spell! Come on!
Adam?
Uh-oh.
I know we've had our differences... but can't we talk this out?
Since you're under a spell, I won't hold that against you.
Whoa!
But now you're pushing it!
And you are the worst host ever!
No!
Guys? What happened?
Adam!
Smashing the bottle must've broken the spell!
He's getting away!
Louie!
That was intense!
Where did you go before you, like, tranced out?
I found his spell room with all the bottles. Come on!
In here!
The cabinet! Hurry!
Whoa!
This must be what Adam was talking about.
Yowch!
I hope you appreciate this, Reeve.
Vanessa, Vanessa, it's gotta be here somewhere!
Whoa! Adam!
What do I do?
Find salt, sodium chloride! Over there!
Huh?
Aha! Found it! But where's the key?
I knew this pickle fork would come in handy!
Eat salt, sucker!
Want some more?
- You good? - Never better.
He's still out cold.
Where's the snail?
Adam salted him. Long story.
What's with your hair?
Fried my pickle fork. Long story.
But I smashed Reeve and Vanessa's bottles, so their spells should be broken.
Good work, Kai. Come on.
Huh? But I left Reeve right there trapped under the chandelier!
- And I locked Vanessa in... - The closet?
Guys! Guys! We're on your side!
You were under a spell and we got you out of it!
It's true. We only trapped you so we could set you free.
That makes about as much sense as those stupid costumes you're wearing.
Uh, looked in the mirror lately, Reeve?
Huh? What?
Look, guys, we don't know what's going on either.
After the game ended, all we remember is waking up in our own homes,
except they weren't really our homes because everything was digital!
Same with us.
So we came back to find Gustaf and get some answers.
Us too, but then we lost Skeet. Have you guys seen him?
Yeah. And we saw this other team lose,
and-and Skeet got this crazy idea, but it actually sort of made sense, and...
Skeet's dead.
You almost had me there for a second!
Reeve, it's true.
Oh, sure.
Except if Skeet was really dead, me and Vanessa wouldn't be here.
One dies, we're all out of the game, right, genius?
That's what Skeet thought, too, but things have changed.
Oh, yeah? How so?
I'm still not sure.
Reeve, maybe they're telling the truth.
No chance.
The game is still going on
and this is just another one of their stupid traps to try and...
No!
I think I know what happened.
You killed him!
Reeve, stop! It wasn't us!
I know it sounds crazy, but it was a giant snail!
Huh?
He almost killed us, too.
I don't understand. Why didn't you use your powers and tell it to stop?!
You don't think I tried? I couldn't get through!
- The snail wouldn't respond, almost like... - It was under a spell.
Reeve is right. Voulcan is controlling the snail with one of his spells!
We need to break it, but how?
I think I know. Come on!
It's so hard to find good help these days!
What the...?
Keep going! We got this!
We do?
Huh?
It's got Mira!
Not if I can help it!
Look out!
Oh, no!
In here!
You think you can hide from an invisible man?
Tsk, tsk!
Better clean up that mess you made!
If you say so. Vanessa, catch!
- You ever seen a crop duster? - A what?
- You know, a crop... - Lying down on the job?
Crop duster... I get it!
Oh, why so mad? You must turn those frowns upside down!
How about we turn you upside down!
Unfortunately, you cannot see me.
Uh... Oh.
- Whoa! - Adam, try not to hurt him!
Are you kidding? He killed Skeet.
Louie didn't kill your friend.
I did!
And you three are next!
Uh, he's getting real sick of the whole fire thing.
He's not your slave. Let him go!
Oh, but who am I to deny Louie his dinner?
Hey! What have you done?
Au revoir, mes amis!
Give my regards to Skeet!
What have you done? What have you done?!
Look! It's working!
It's okay! We know you didn't mean to.
He put you under a spell, but you're free now!
Don't listen to her, Louie! It's lies! All lies!
Louie!
No, Louie! No! No!
Hey. Nice throw.
I guess we're even now.
- You okay? - Do I look okay?
Well, I say we put some distance between ourselves and this creepshow.
The only reason we came here was to look for Weirdy, and clearly, he's not...
I found him!