Goosebumps.
Viewer beware.
You're in for a scare.
Do you see that guy sneaking up to the school?
That's me, Ricky Beamer.
I'll admit I'm a nerd, but I'm not a creep.
But try telling that to Tasha McClain.
That's her, the editor of our school newspaper.
I work on the paper, but she never lets me do a story.
She always calls me a creep.
She also calls me "Ricky the Rat,"
which, as you can guess, is not my favorite nickname.
Today at school, I unlocked the window.
It's all part of my plan.
My plan to take revenge...
on Tasha McClain.
"Calling all creeps.
"If you're a real creep,
"call Tasha McClain...
at 555-0109."
After midnight.
Huh?
I forgot to turn off the computer.
- Don't worry. - It's not a problem.
I was right. I did forget to turn off the computer.
That's funny. I don't remember closing the newspaper file.
What was that?
Oh, it was nothing, Ms. Richards.
And that's just the beginning of the story that kept getting weirder...
and weirder and weirder.
Well, well, well. If it isn't Ricky the Rat.
- Don't call me that. - Why not?
Everyone else does. Breathe on him, Wart.
Sing for us, Rat.
Sing "Mary Had a Little Lamb."
- Why? - Because we love farm animals.
Now sing. Or would you like another blast of Wart's onion breath?
Next verse.
Louder!
- What's going on here?
Let's not congregate in the walkway. Move on.
At least you know all the words.
Uh, thanks.
I hate it when kids pick on someone like that.
- Yeah, me too. - I'm Iris Candler.
I just moved here.
I'm Ricky Beamer. I wish I never lived here.
No, no, no! That's the tuna surprise.
No one eats the tuna surprise. Hmph.
Then why do they keep making it?
That is one of the great mysteries of Harding Middle School.
I really appreciate you showing me around like this.
I can't even believe you're talking to me. Why is that?
Uh, I don't know.
Maybe we should find a place to sit down.
There's a spot.
- Whoa!
Nice going, Ricky the Rat.
Ricky, wait up.
Those guys are gonna pay. After Tasha, they're next.
Who's Tasha? Tasha McClain.
She's the one who started it all... calling me names and stuff.
Those other jerks just follow along.
But I've already set up my plan.
Tasha's gonna wish she'd never been born.
What did you do? I snuck into the school newspaper office...
and put a little message in this week's paper.
But I don't have time to explain. I have to leave school early.
See you tomorrow.
Hello. Ricky, it's Iris. I saw the newspaper.
- You better take a look at it. - I tried to call earlier... Ricky!
Dad? What are you doing getting phone calls at this hour?
I want you to hang up right now. But, Ricky, don't hang up. You've gotta listen to me.
I have to hang up. Really, you have to know this. You're in trouble.
I'll talk to you tomorrow. But, Ricky, don't hang up. Don't hang up!
Iris, I can't talk to you now.
I saw your message in the paper.
Huh? What? Who is this?
I saw your message in the paper.
I'm calling as instructed. I'm a creep.
Hello?
- Hello. I'm a creep. - When do we meet?
Get outta here!
- Hello? - I'm a creep.
I saw your message. I'm ready to plant the seeds.
Ready to rule. When do we meet?
"Calling all creeps. Calling all creeps.
- If you're a real creep, call... Ricky Beamer"? - Mm-hmm.
So, did you get any calls last night?
I saw you running away, you little rodent.
It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out your lame trick.
So, all I did was change the name and the phone number.
See you around, creep.
My man.
"When will the creeps meet?"
What the...
Paint?
You scared me.
"When will the creeps meet?"
Ricky, what's going on?
I don't know. Everything is weird.
I've been getting these calls from people who say they're creeps.
What do you expect, after the ad in the school paper?
I know, but it's not just that.
At lunch today, no one picked on me.
It was like I was invisible or something. Now this.
Don't worry about it. Listen.
You know that big bake sale this Friday?
I was gonna make some cookies. Do you want to meet me after school and go shopping?
Really? Me help you?
I know it sounds boring, but...
No. No, I'd love to. It's just that no one has ever...
Well, when are you going?
Meet me after school tomorrow at the yogurt shop.
I'll be there. And, Iris?
- Thanks.
Terrific.
Maybe they won't call. Maybe the joke's over. Maybe.
Hello? Hello?
Don't ever take the phone off the hook.
How can we make contact?
We'll be watching, waiting.
We'll find you.
We will meet soon.
Very soon.
Let me go!
Get this off me!
Oh, it's you guys.
Look, this little nature walk's been fun,
but I have to meet someone.
Can I go now?
Come on, you guys. What are you gonna do to me?
Please forgive us. We didn't mean to hurt you.
- You should have told us sooner. - Told you?
We meant you no harm.
We didn't know!
Wart, get up.
Yes... Yes, sir. We got your message.
We are ready.
We are glad we found you, Commander.
The creeps are ready to serve.
We called as soon as we saw your message.
Time is short.
Must act quickly.
Here are the identity seeds.
We must plant them at the school.
Then everyone will be changed.
Changed into creeps.
Commander, don't move.
Kind of dry, but good.
Remember, Commander. One seed for each kid.
Tell us your plan, Commander.
My plan? Uh...
Uh, I'll tell you... tomorrow.
No time! We need a plan now.
Maybe we could put the identity seeds...
in the cafeteria food.
Is that a good plan, Commander?
- I guess so. - Then it's decided.
Seeds in the cafeteria food. It's a good plan.
Maybe we should do this tomorrow.
I don't think he's our commander. Let's transform.
- I'll eat him. - No. No, I'm your commander.
And I command you not to eat me.
- Then plant the seeds. - Yes.
- The seeds - We'll be watching.
Oh, boy. This could only happen to me.
How am I gonna get outta this? Oh, boy.
Hey, tuna surprise. Maybe no one will eat it.
Here it goes.
What are you doing here?
- You can't serve this for lunch! - That's what you say, but there's nothing wrong with it.
- That's not what I mean! - I know what you kids say about my tuna surprise.
I'm not deaf. But it's good, nutritious food.
And I'm going to keep right on making it until you learn to like it. Here, try some.
- No! - I insist. It's good.
- Eat. - No, I... I never eat tuna in the morning.
- See ya.
Hmm. Hmph!
Tacos. Good choice.
Meat loaf. Can't go wrong there.
Good plan, Commander.
We await the transformation.
Creeps rule.
Iris, don't! No.
What are you doing? You can't eat the tuna surprise.
But I wanted to try it. Just take my word for it.
Are you still going shopping with me after school?
Shopping? For the bake sale.
Look, I can't talk right now. Fine. Then don't.
Oh, wait. I didn't mean it...
Chicken a la king. Boring, but safe.
- I'm telling you guys. - I didn't know.
I thought I was putting them in the chicken a la king.
I don't think he's our commander.
I think he's lying.
Let's devour him like an insect.
Maybe you should reveal the real plan, Commander.
- Commander Ricky, Sergeant Iris reporting for duty. - Huh?
I'm the second in command. The first plan was a test.
To see if you creeps were ready.
- Now we can put the real plan in action. - We can?
- Tell us the real plan, Commander. - - Yeah, yeah.
- Um, the real plan. - Mm-hmm.
Let's see. Well,
we need to get everybody to eat the identity seeds.
- Yes, Commander. - And, um,
we have to put them in something kids like to eat, right?
- Yes, Commander. - Well, what do kids like to eat?
Uh, something sweet.
What about the bake sale tomorrow?
We could bake cookies and put the seeds in them.
It's a brilliant idea. Congratulations, Commander.
Who can resist a free cookie?
Then they'll all turn into creeps.
And creeps will rule.
Yeah, that's good.
Um, Sergeant, can I talk to you for a moment?
Keep stirring.
Listen, Sergeant.
Um, about the plan. You don't have to call me "Sergeant."
They can't hear us. Oh, thank you.
Thank you. You're really not one of them?
Of course not. I was on my way to meet you when I heard your voice.
And then when I saw them, I couldn't believe it.
At first I freaked out, and I almost ran away.
I mean, those creeps are real creepy.
Creepy? They're disgusting! I know.
Then when I saw that they were gonna attack you, I had to think of something.
I'm glad you did, but now what are we gonna do?
What if everyone at school eats the cookies? We'll figure something out.
Humans are the past.
Creeps are the future.
Humans are the past.
Creeps are the future.
Humans are the past.
At least I hope we will. Creeps are the future.
Humans are the past. Creeps are the future.
Humans are the past.
I can't believe you're friends with this creep. That makes you a creep too.
Too bad. You looked like you had potential.
If she knew what a real creep was, she wouldn't be laughing.
Uh-oh.
- We're ready, Commander. - Listen, guys. I was thinking...
Free cookies. Chocolate chip.
Come and get 'em. Right this way.
Now what do we do? If they eat those cookies, they're all going to turn into creeps.
Wait. Stop!
It's Ricky the Rat. What does he want?
Ricky the Rat. Ricky the Rat.
- Ricky the Rat. Ricky the Rat. - Wait. Listen to me!
- You don't understand. - Ricky the Rat. Ricky the Rat.
Ricky the Rat.
Commander, don't let these stupid kids get to you.
Once they eat the cookies, you'll be their ruler.
- Ricky the Rat. Ricky the Rat. - Their ruler?
- Of course. They'll be your slaves. - Ricky the Rat.
- They'll have to do anything you say. - Ricky the Rat. Ricky the Rat.
- Attention, everyone.
I just wanted to say...
Loser!
- I just wanted to say... Get off the stage. Go home.
Enjoy the cookies.
Ricky, no!
What a creep.
I'm sorry, Iris.
But from now on, things are gonna be different around here.
- Long live Ricky. - Long live Ricky.
Long live Ricky. Long live Ricky. Long live Ricky.
- Ricky, now what do we do? - Long live Ricky.
Long live Ricky. Long live Ricky. You know what they say, Iris.
- If you can't beat 'em... - No!
Long live Ricky. Long live Ricky.