Winnie the Pooh Visits the Tower of Terror/Transcript

This will be the transcript for the remake of Winnie the Pooh Visits the Tower of Terror.

Prolouge/One Too Many Ghost Hosts
(The scene zoom in at a open gate to a old abandon house to the basement of the Cryptkeeper)

Cryptkeeper: Good evening. Long time...no scare. (chuckles) But don't worry, boils and ghouls. Your old fiend, the Cryptkeeper will soon fix that. Just sit back and get ready for a little terror tale guaranteed to get the bile bubbling. I call the first half of our Halloween stories...(Suddenly the doorbell rings) Ehhh. Who could be ringing my horror bell at this hour. (Doorbell rings again) Hold your horses. I just have to get rid of whoever it is...Cryptkeeper style. I'll just...scare the pants off them. (But when he looks thorught the look hole he scare the pants off himself and started barricading the door.)

(Suddenly the barricade started to break and landing him on the wall and when the door opened it revealed a old woman)

Old Witch: Gueeessss who? (Glasses started to break) Your glamours and ghoulish gal pal..The Old Witch and I've got just the idea to help you show.

Cryptkeeper: What's wrong with my show?

Old Witch: You need lighten up a little, Crypty.

Cryptkeeper: Lighten up? But I tell dead time stories and don't call me Crypty.

Old Witch: Sure, Crypty. But if little old me were your hostess with the mostess we could do so much more. For example, does your face hurt?

Cryptkeeper: No, why?

Old Witch: Well, it's killing me. (laughs) And that means one thing.

Cryptkeeper: You're leaving?

Old Witch: No. It's time for, The Old Hag's--(pulls up a beauty parlor) Beauty Bag! Fasten your chair restrains and get ready for a monster makeover guaranteed to make people give you a second look.

Cryptkeeper: I don't have time for this ghoulishness. I have a story to tell. (to audience) Sorry folks.

Old Witch: Hold still, Crypty. This will only take a second. (pulls out tons of beauty products)

Cryptkeeper: Oh no, not the wrinkle scream. Scare conditioner? Tooth waste. Wart blush. Mas-scare-a? Eye of Newt?

Old Witch: I can't help myself.

Cryptkeeper: Lip Shriek. Sty Shadow? Rude Rouge? No, no. Not the smell gel.

Old Witch: (puts some on his face and starts the machine) So what do you think kiddies? Gorgeous or what? (Turn him into her and hands him a mirror and it breaks)

Cryptkeeper: My crocodiles.

Old Witch: Your what?

Cryptkeeper: Crocodiles. I almost forgot...it's time to feed my crocodiles. Uh, hand me that rope will you?

Old Witch: Sure, Crypty. (pulls the rope and she falls through the floor and attack by crocodiles)

Cryptkeeper: (turns back to normal) See you later, alligator. (laughs) Now scare was I? Ah yes, our first Halloween story. (coughs and a tentacles hand him a book) It's about a silly old bear and his friends meeting (coughs again) a con reporter. It's no joke. They visit a old hotel that been out of business for 60 years because of a haunting. A haunting that still has ghosts in the elevator. I call it..Winnie the Pooh Visits The Tower of Terror.