"Tom and his younger brother are being taken care of by their weird Aunt Dahlia. Her 'prize prune cookies' are delicious but strange like her."
I don't want to know why Aunt Dahlia is being described as
"delicious but strange." But it looks like we're going to find out.
Now, when you say "old," episode, are we talking actually old, or how kids describe the music I grew up with? |
So now R.L. Stine turns into a swarm of bats, which, believe it or not, is something he can do in real life. [citation needed] |
"I do like things that are ultimate." |
Anyway, the episode opens with Tom (Kyle Downes) and his brother Jon (Jordan Allison) alone in the house, trying to find something to eat while their parents off on a trip. Unaware of the titular advice of a different Goosebumps story, they head into the basement to check the freezer for pizza or something, but the lights don't work.
Tom: "Think of the good news. In the dark, you can't...
see... the spiders."
Jon even runs into a cobweb, freaking him out, And stepping
on something squishy freaks him out further. But before he can go back up the
stairs...
Instead of answering her, they recognize her as their Aunt
Dahlia (Patricia Gage). She takes them into the kitchen, gushes about how big they've
gotten since she last saw them, and talks about how handsome they are.
Aunt Dahlia: "I just know the girls are gonna go crazy
for you. When you're older."
"What? Please, I could go out into the street now and get me some fine honeys, lady!" |
Let's see what Google says....
Oh, sweet mercy, he is gorgeous. Be warned, only click this link if you want to be lost forever... in his eyes.
Aunt Dahlia asks the boys if they like cards, and Jon replies that he likes "Flight of Terror."
"Is that one of your fancy "video games" with the Pack-Men and the Donkey Kangs, and that newfangled Pong?" |
Sure, it sounds impressive, but this is the 90s. The Virtual
Boy sucked. As I write this in 2016, they're only now starting to make virtual
reality games worth playing.
So Jon and Tom oh sweet Thor in heaven, what the heck is
that thing on his face? Is that what the props guy thought virtual reality
headsets looked like?
Just.. why? |
Why do you need headsets if the game shows up on the TV? |
Aunt Dahlia soon come over with her special batch of
cookies, complete with CG wobbles.
Jon: "What kind are they?"
Aunt Dahlia: "It's a family tradition."
Answer the question.
Aunt Dahlia: "Your father loved them when he was your
age."
Still not an answer.
They each take a nibble before Aunt Dahlia reveals that
these are, in fact, prune cookies.
Aunt Dahlia: "They're good for you."
Look, lady, just because the doctor says you need assistance
staying regular, that doesn't mean you should start whipping up big batches of
laxatives for everyone. This is like the time my great aunt came to stay with
my grandparents. Everybody was having mysterious diarrhea until we caught her
pouring half a container of Benefiber into the spaghetti sauce.
The news makes them want to not finish their cookies, but
Aunt Dahlia gives them an ultimatum.
Aunt Dahlia: "No cookies, no supper."
That's pretty ack-basswards.
But Tom and Jon agree to finish their cookies, and discover
that they're actually pretty good. In fact, they'd probably eat the whole tray
if Aunt Dahlia didn't tell them to save room for pork roast with prune sauce.
That night, presumably after a few hours of toilet
adventures, Jon and Tom talk about their aunt.
Jon: "Do you think Aunt Dahlia's weird?"
Kid, everybody's aunts are weird. There is not a single
normal aunt in the world. It's like a law or something. That great-aunt I
mentioned earlier? She has a dog named "Wiggle Waggle Woo" and drives
up from the East Coast to celebrate Christmas here in Michigan. In August. And
that's just scratching the surface of one of my aunts.
Those little quirks make aunts worth having.
Sweet Van Morrison poster, by the way. Just like all the cool kids had in the 90s. |
Tom: "What do you think it is?"
Jon: "It sounded like a witch."
Dude. Your aunt's probably watching Johnny Carson. Go to
sleep.
The laughing continues, so they get out of bed to confirm
that Aunt Dahlia's laughing is, in fact, coming from Aunt Dahlia. And to make
things easier, she opens the door the their room to find them.
Aunt Dahlia: "What are you boys doing out of bed?"
Better question: What are you doing in their room?
Aunt Dahlia: "I just wanted to check on you boys. Now
get right back into bed."
In no time at all, Aunt Dahlia walks up the stairs to yell
at the boys to wake up. They do, but they regret it, since their bodies both
ache all over. And when they finally get downstairs, it seems as though Tom's
back isn't doing too well, and neither are Jon's ears.
Aunt Dahlia: "How are you?"
Jon: "Pardon?"
Aunt Dahlia: "How are you feeling?"
Jon: "Flowers on the ceiling? There's nothing on the
ceiling."
Ha. Ha. ...Nope, not getting a third "ha" out of me.
When the two kids finally get a look at each other, they
notice that their faces have broken out into a light case of old age makeup.
Tom's even losing his hair in clumps, although Aunt Dahlia's not worried.
But
Tom insists that they should call their parents, so Aunt Dahlia calls them up
to tell her that the boys are worried about getting grey hair. It goes about as
well as you'd expect.
So is he also gaining chest hair? We know he's capable of a sweet beard. |
So with her sarcastic confession over with, she hangs up and
tells the boys that she invited over some old friends, Mimi and Lillian, who'd
like to meet these two.
Mimi: "Now, where are those two cute boys you've told
us so much about?"
Aunt Dahlia calls for the boys, who slowly shuffle down the
stairs, to the delight of the women. As Aunt Dahlia gets some refreshments,
Lillian says that the boys seem to be greying up nicely, which Tom immediately
notices, despite her trying to cover it up with "growing up nicely."
Mimi and Jon go sit down on the couch as Lillian gives Tom a look that should
spell out exactly what's going on.
I guess I can't call her a cougar if she's falling in love with a rapidly-aging kid. |
Let's be blunt here, because it's pretty obvious what
Dahlia's doing. She's pimping out her nephews, but not before slowly making
them the same age as these old ladies. Why would Auntie McPimp here age the
boys up until they're in their 70s or so? Why not give these old ladies a
little bit of 20-something man candy instead?
Seriously, 20-something-year-old-Kyle Downes's eyes can melt the coldest heart.
Anyway, Aunt Dahlia returns from the kitchen with the bad news that they're out of milk. Tom offers to go to the store with Jon, but Aunt Dahlia insists that Tom should go by himself.
Seriously, 20-something-year-old-Kyle Downes's eyes can melt the coldest heart.
Anyway, Aunt Dahlia returns from the kitchen with the bad news that they're out of milk. Tom offers to go to the store with Jon, but Aunt Dahlia insists that Tom should go by himself.
Aunt Dahlia: "I need one of you here to entertain our
guests."
So Tom goes to the store.
Shopper: "Oh, watch your step, sir."
Tom: "'Sir'?"
I know, right? You never feel old until somebody calls you
"sir." I remember standing in the toy aisle looking for another
action figure to decorate my room with when some kid pushed a cart by me saying
"Excuse me, sir." That was the moment I realized I was an adult.
But it's taking longer for Tom to figure it out, since he
keeps muttering in his head about why people seem to be treating him like a
senior citizen. Except for one guy.
Guy: "Hey, pop. Get the lead out, okay?"
Who peed in your Corn Flakes, Meat Loaf? |
How in the heck does Goosebumps have better old age makeup than Back to the Future Part II? |
Aunt Dahlia: "Lillian and Mimi need you to play
bridge."
Jon: "Fridge? It's in the kitchen."
Mimi: "Bridge, silly. It's a game."
Jon: "Oh, we don't know how to play."
Nobody knows how to play bridge. People just take cards from
their hand and pretend that they mean something. Which is also how tarot works,
come to think of it.
Tom reverses the usual "I need to talk to somebody about
something private" excuse by calling it a "guy thing," so the
ladies let them head up to their bedroom for a second. Once up there, they
quickly realize that Dahlia must have somehow done this with those prunes and
try to call their parents.
Downstairs, Aunt Dahlia monitors the call from the
downstairs phone and decides that these boys have had enough time to discuss
their "guy thing." So the three ladies head upstairs to knock on the
door and demand that they come out while the boys open their window to
formulate an escape attempt.
Mimi: "Don't you want to play with us?"
"Not at all. In several different ways." |
Aunt Dahlia: "The ladies. Are waiting."
Sometime later, everybody's well within yet another game of
bridge when Jon gets up to use the bathroom again, which seems to annoy Aunt
Dahlia.
Hey, don't blame him. You're the one who gave him prostate
issues with your magic prunes, lady. He's probably got all those things old
people complain about. Lumbago. Sciatica. Um... kids these days.
Aunt Dahlia: "Didn't you just go?"
Jon: "Go? I haven't stopped."
So you've been continuously wetting yourself?
Instead of using the bathroom, Jon searches through the
stuff in Dahlia's room in an attempt to find a way to reverse the spell. When
they come looking for him, he hides under the bed, allowing him to eavesdrop on
the ladies' conversation.
Mimi: "That little Jonathan is so adorable. And Lillian
wants to marry Tom!"
Anyway, Lillian and Mimi are planning to move down to
Florida and live next to each other so the boys never have to be apart.
Aunt Dahlia: "Nobody's getting married until you pay my
fee. Then we'll talk."
Mimi: "Oh. Well, don't worry about that. They're so
delicious."
Looks like the old girls are looking forward to that wedding
night.
So... these fifteen-year-olds
have the bodies of seventy-year-olds. But are they still technically minors, since they are still mentally fifteen? There are some unsettling questions here regarding what these old ladies might decide to get up to on their wedding night.... Let's just assume they want to play bridge and move on.
Tom: "So? Why fight it?"
All Tom wants to do is find something he can eat, and he
ends up finding a jar of baby food.
Jon: "What's that doing here?"
Tom: "You know mom. She gets some weird cravings when
she's pregnant."
Or it could be for... you know. That baby she's about to squeeze
out.
From out in the dining room, Dahlia asks what's taking so
long, which fits right in with her establishes history of expecting the boys to
do things instantly, whether it's talking upstairs or using the bathroom. While
Jon waffles, Tom eats the soft baby food in desperation and hunger, which
starts to undo his geriatrification.
Jon: "That must be the antidote!"
So... what is it about the baby food? Does it have something
to do with the ingredients, or is it just the fact that these particular mashed
fruits were put into a Gerber jar?
As the boys eat, the old ladies decide to help them out in the
kitchen and eventually force their way inside, finding a couple of
fifteen-year-olds instead of their wrinkled dreamboats.
Aunt Dahlia: "Mimi, grab the baby food. Lillian, stand
by with the emergency prune juice."
Best line. 10/10
Dahlia's customers ignore her and instead both go for the
baby food jar. When Jon tries to throw it to Tom, it shatters on the ground.
But even so, Tom isn't going to give up that easily.
Aunt Dahlia: "Don't fight it, Tom. You know you love
prunes."
Yeah, well, not so much that he wants to marry the one
you've got lined up for him.
Tom makes his way to the fridge, grabs the emergency prune
juice, and tosses it all over Aunt Dahlia, melting her into dust.
And so, once again, the day is saved by way of children committing murder. |
"Come at me, grannies. Fucking come at me." |
Really? You were tempted by baby food? |
Tom hangs up and rushes into the kitchen to grab a
half-eaten prune cookie from the trash. And as he tries to get his brother to
eat some before his parents get home that night, the episode ends. Now let's review and see how this is actually one of the more horrifying Goosebumps episodes.
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