- No! - Alan Dracula!
Wow, we're on top of a tree.
Oh, hey.
If you hadn't distracted me with that ridiculous name,
I would have noticed he walked away.
And it's too late to change it.
I already put him in my phone as Alan Dracula.
See? Oh, right.
He's still in here just as Dracula.
I'm not dealing with this.
He could be hurt.
Wow. Do you have, like, special metal strength?
No. I just don't feel pain like you with your squishy flesh.
Uh, yeah, I am pretty squishy
and, like, really good at feeling pain.
If I fall, I'm going to feel a ton of it.
Fine! Bye!
Oh, man.
Hey, wait up.
Wow.
Ah.
Uh, chrome girl?
I'm not answering to that.
Sorry.
Uh, what is your name?
You won't know me long enough for it to matter.
Do I hear some passers-by?
Why, hello, there.
Who might you and your metal friend be?
Hi. I'm Jesse.
Well?
You can call me MT.
Hey, how come they get to...
Have you seen a deer falling through here?
Hmm, can't say that I have,
but it's a right pleasure to meet you two.
I'm Great-Great-Great-Great- Great-Great-Great-Grandpa
Wilbur Gillicutty.
And this here is Great-Great-Great-Great-
Great-Great-Great
Grandma Sinesta Gillicutty.
You can call me G.G.G.G.G.G.G.S. for short.
And you kids are standing on the mighty Gillicutty family tree.
This ain't no stinking Gillicutty family tree!
This is the Trundleshank family tree. Ptooey.
The Trundleshanks are angry 'cause one of our descendants
married one of theirs about 100 years ago,
and now they have to live in our family tree.
Hey, maybe the Trundleshanks have seen Alan Dracula.
- Mr. and Mrs. Trundle? - Oh, no, you don't.
As long you're on ourtree,
you ain't allowed to talk to no boneheaded Trundleshanks.
I'll talk to whoever I want.
Hey, I know.
You could name the tree after both your families,
like my friend Troy.
He took both his parents' last names.
So instead of being Troy Banks, now he's Troy Snooterly-Banks.
No way. No how. Ptooey!
Fine, I don't need your help anyway.
And Snooterly-Banks?
No wonder you thought Alan Dracula was a good name.
You shouldn't have left like that.
Now they're mad at us.
They were being totally unfair.
But maybe they could help us find Alan Dracula.
If we could get them to stop fighting...
They've been fighting for 100 years.
Well, I bet I could help.
I'm friends with every kind of group at school...
jocks, theater kids, eraser kids.
Eraser kids?
The kids who collect their eraser shavings during the day
and compare them in the parking lot after school.
I didn't say it was a common group.
I-I just said I'm able to be friends with them.
Wow, fitting in, what a gift.
It's not like that. It just means I'm likable.
Except to you, I guess.
Why are you so mad at me?
Look, it has nothing to do with you.
It's just... Okay.
So I used to have this friend named Tulip,
and we did everything together, but as we grew up,
I didn't have much in common with her anymore,
but, um, my parents thought Tulip was perfect
and wanted me to be exactly like her,
so I had to stop hanging out with her so I could be free.
Why would you do that to your friend?
That's... That's crazy.Ugh!
This is why I like hanging out with the deer.
He doesn't tell me how I should act.
Plus, he has cool powers,
unlike you, who only has the power to annoy me.
If you want to get to Alan Dracula faster,
we should talk to the families and do what they say.
Then leave me alone and go do that.
I never asked you to follow me.
Okay, fine.
I will.
Watch. I'll form a truce.
It'll be a piece of cake... or pie.
Some people don't like cake.
So...
The whole tree is buzzing about you.
Way to stick it to those awful Gillicuttys.
I wasn't trying to stick it to anyone.
I'm just looking for my friend.
He's a deer. He's about deer height.
W-W-What was the look on Wilbur's face
when you told him you didn't trust the Gillicuttys?
I didn't say that. Oh, you know what?
I bet you have a lot more in common with them than you think.
In elementary school, we learned this song
that I think might be helpful.
It's called "When I Look at You, I See Me," and it goes...
Is it true you spit in his face?
No!
Hi, there, little girl. Going down the tree?
Yep.
You shouldn't talk to her, little girl.
She's as dumb as they come.
Can it, ding-dong.
Aw, this from a woman who choked to death eating an orange peel.
I told you, it's the most fibrous part of the fruit.
You died because you sat on a toilet seat too hard.
Have either of you seen a deer?
No, I ain't.
- You? - Mnh-mnh.
Ugh, didn't think so. See you later.
Sorry you both died in such embarrassing ways.
Hmm. So Mr. and Mrs. Trundleshank are mad
'cause you Gillicutty quadruplets
broke their milk bottles every morning.
Think you could apologize?
No. They never invited us to their kids' birthday parties.
Mm, yeah. I mean, that's tough on a kid.
We couldn't afford to feed every child in town at our parties.
Yeah, that's a valid point, too, affordability.
But we were the onlykids who weren't invited.
Yeah, you shouldn't leave people out.
That's... That's true.
Hey, whose side are you on?
None of us are helping you get down this tree
until you pick a side.
Um, I-I don't...
I don't want anybody to get mad at me. Choose!
How about we all try singing this great song together?
It's called "When I Look at You, I See Me."
Get off our branch.
Aah!
Ah, great.
Oh, hi.
How was your popularity contest?
Well, trying to make everyone happy didn't really work out.
Looks like your punching isn't doing much good, either.
You probably slowed me down too much.
If I'd gotten down here sooner,
the branches wouldn't be this bad.
You don't know that. Yeah?
Well, you don't know anything and can't help anyone.
You can't even help yourself.
That's why passengers get on this train in the first place.
Hey, don't pu...
Great, now the tree's gonna eat us.
Why are you acting like I'm some kind of...
Jesse!
No. I was yelling.
It's still my turn to yell.
No, Jesse, your hands.
Ah, it's changing me.
Aah!
Help!
Man, I don't want to be made out of wood.
Everybody at school will call me Pinocchio.
They won't call you that.
Okay, they'll probably call you that
if you ever get back to school.
Why'd you have to say that?
Sorry.
It's okay.
Wait, Jesse. They moved a little.
You don't have to lie to me.
Jesse, really.
When I become a tree, I want you to move on with your life,
find Alan Dracula, be happy.
And please know I don't blame you.
Maybe this was fate.
Fated to be a tree boy.
Ow! Why did you...
Ah, I'm not a tree boy. What happened?
I kept my eyes open during the scary parts.
Oh, wow. Hmm.
Ahh!
You're a terrible tree.
Hey. It's doing its best.
Just kidding. You're a beautiful tree.
That's what's happening.
Fighting makes the branches grow.
Pray, good sir, wouldst thou care to follow me
down to the bottom of this noble tree?
Oh, uh, I'd love to.
Good, keep going.
Thank you for your very generous offer.
Lovely day, isn't it?
Yes, verily.
I like how your hair is made of needles.
My compliments to the chef. Mwah!
And I like your hair.
It's brown, how original.
Shall I sing a song?
I'd absolutely love it.
? When I look at you ?
Your metal skin is very shiny, like a car
that was just washed by, uh, like, a sunbeam
and just, like, super shiny.
Hey, deer! Where are you?
Alan Dracula!
Bleat once if you're okay, twice if you're hurt.
Alan Dracula!
Deer!
Unbelievable!
Alan, A-Drac, Alan Dracula!
Hey, deer!
So look.
I guess I shouldn't have yelled at you so much,
but only because it made this stupid tree grow.
Me too. Sorry.
I still want to be on my own with the deer,
but technically we are both his friend.
Not us, we're not friends.
But we're friends with him separately,
so here's the only solution I can think of.
I'll travel with you and help you get your number down.
Really? But only because then you'll get off the train
and I'll get to stay with,
for lack of a better name, Alan Dracula.
Yes! Sorry.
Okay, so let's do this.
What's your number at?32.
Psh! I'll get you home in no time.
What was it when you got on the train?
31.
Your number has gone up?
Ow!
I don't know if you know how much metal hurts.
I'm soft, squishy. You're hard and mean!
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