Trick or Teach: The Smarty Party Halloween Movie (All 9 Songs)

Good evening, boys and ghouls, and welcome to Trick or Teach, the Smarty Party Songs Halloween album. Nine spooky songs are creeping out of the crypt tonight. First, a little secret. There's a skeleton hiding under your skin, but crabs and beetles, they wear theirs on the outside. Rattle your bones. It's Skeleton on the Outside. Rattling, clattering, creak and grin, There's a skeleton hiding under your skin! Cats have bones and bats have bones, Fish and birds have bones of their own! Bones on the inside, growing with you: Endoskeleton! Inside! Ooo-ooo-ooo! Skeleton on the outside! Ooo-ooo! Skeleton on the inside! Ooo-ooo! Crabs wear armor, you wear skin, Rattle your bones and let the party begin! Skeleton on the outside! Ooo-ooo! Skeleton on the inside! Boo! Exoskeleton, outside! Endoskeleton, inside! Ooo-ooo-ooo! Crabs and beetles and spiders too Wear their skeletons outside, who knew? Hard as a helmet, made of chitin, Light and strong and a little frightenin'! Exo means outside, give it a shout: Exoskeleton! Outside! The skeleton's out! Skeleton on the outside! Ooo-ooo! Skeleton on the inside! Ooo-ooo! Crabs wear armor, you wear skin, Rattle your bones and let the party begin! Skeleton on the outside! Ooo-ooo! Skeleton on the inside! Boo! Exoskeleton, outside! Endoskeleton, inside! Ooo-ooo-ooo! But armor won't stretch, so what can they do? They grow a soft new skeleton, then wriggle through! Split goes the back, out comes leg and claw, Gulp, gulp, puff! They're bigger than before! They hide for a few days till the new shell's hard, And leave an empty ghost to guard the yard! A cicada leaves a ghost on a tree, Ooo! A snake sheds skin, but its bones stay in, see? Ooo! A turtle's shell? Grown from ribs and spine! Ooo! An octopus? No bones! It squeezes through just fine! Skeleton on the outside! Ooo-ooo! Skeleton on the inside! Ooo-ooo! Crabs wear armor, you wear skin, Rattle your bones and let the party begin! Skeleton on the outside! Ooo-ooo! Skeleton on the inside! Boo! Exoskeleton, outside! Endoskeleton, inside! Ooo-ooo-ooo! Skeleton on the outside! Skeleton on the outside! Boo! An octopus has no bones at all. It just squeezes through. Now, gather round the bonfire. Long ago in Ireland and Scotland, on the night they called Samhain, people carved spooky faces into turnips. Before the pumpkin, there was a turnip. It's Before the Pumpkin Behold! The most magnificent jack-o'-lantern ever carved! But before the pumpkin... there was a turnip. Long ago in Ireland and Scotland, too, When the harvest was in and the summer was through, They called it Samhain—say it: "SOW-in!" Bonfires blazing and the cold wind blowin'! Old stories said, on that one spooky night, The fairy world opened—keep your lantern bright! Then folks carved turnips with a spooky face, Or a mangelwurzel! Put a candle in place! Before the pumpkin, there was a turnip! Turnip! Before the pumpkin, there was a turnip! Turnip! Carve a spooky face and make it glow tonight— Before the pumpkin... turnip the light! Hey! In Scotland, kids went guising, dressed in disguise— Knock-knock at the door! But you don't get a prize Till you sing a song or tell a joke just right, Then you get an apple or a cake tonight! In England, kids went souling, door to door, For spicy little soul cakes—"Please, one more!" They'd sing, "A soul! A soul! A soul cake, please!" Then bob for apples, splashing on their knees! Before the pumpkin, there was a turnip! Turnip! Before the pumpkin, there was a turnip! Turnip! Carve a spooky face and make it glow tonight— Before the pumpkin... turnip the light! Hey! Turnip! Turnip! Turnip the light! Hey! Turnip! Turnip! Turnip the light! Hey! Gather round for the tale of Stingy Jack— He tricked the Devil, and he got paid back! Now he wanders the dark with a turnip light... Jack of the lantern! Jack-o'-lantern! Goodnight! Knock, knock! Guisers here! We've got a joke! What's a ghost's favorite dessert? I-scream! They sailed to America across the sea, Found a big orange squash—a pumpkin! Whee! Carve a pumpkin? Easy! Carve a turnip? Hard! So the pumpkin got the job in every yard! And the first "trick or treat" in the paper—where? Canada! Now kids shout it everywhere! Before the pumpkin, there was a turnip! Turnip! Before the pumpkin, there was a turnip! Turnip! Carve a spooky face and make it glow tonight— Before the pumpkin... turnip the light! Hey! Turnip! Turnip! Turnip the light! Hey! Before the pumpkin... turnip the light! Hey! Okay. My turnip lantern is done. That took three hours. Now I know why they switched to pumpkins. A turnip lantern takes three hours to carve. No wonder they switched to pumpkins. Now, the sun goes down and a cave in Texas wakes up. Up to 20 million bats. Not birds, not blind, and only three kinds drink blood. Clock in. It's bats on the night shift Good evening... I am the terror of the night! ...Your fangs are plastic. Shh! The show begins! The sun goes down, you're heading off to bed, But a cave in Texas wakes up instead! First crew: the Mexican free-tailed bats— Up to twenty million! Imagine that! Rain on the radar? No—it's a bat parade! Gobbling moths, the farmers' pest-control brigade! Furry little mammals, flying on our hands! Not birds, not blind—and we've got night-shift plans! Bats on the night shift! (Night shift!) While you're sleeping, we are working, Flying high till morning light! Catching bugs and pollinating, Planting seeds all through the night— We're the bats on the night shift! How do they hunt? It's echolocation— A shout-and-listen conversation! A call goes out (Out!), an echo comes back (Back!), Too high for you to hear, it keeps them on track! The sooner the echo, the closer the bug— Then calls speed up—the feeding buzz—and GULP! Bats on the night shift! (Night shift!) While you're sleeping, we are working, Flying high till morning light! Catching bugs and pollinating, Planting seeds all through the night— We're the bats on the night shift! Night shift! (Shift... shift...) Ooh, the night shift! Night shift! (Shift... shift...) Crew two works the desert, under the moon: A lesser long-nosed bat at a saguaro bloom! Sip! It wears a pollen mustache on its face And carries it to flowers in another place! Crew three: straw-colored fruit bats, big and bright-eyed, Sniff out the fruit—they don't need echoes to guide! They munch the fruit, they fly for miles, and then— Plop! Out come the seeds, and the forest grows again! About fifteen hundred kinds of us take flight— More than one in five mammal kinds! That's right! And here's the Halloween twist: Only three drink blood—just three on the list! The vampire bat... does not suck blood. It laps it up... A tablespoon or two... often from a cow. Mwa-ha-ha-ha-ha! ...Moo. Bats on the night shift! (Night shift!) While you're sleeping, we are working, Flying high till morning light! Catching bugs and pollinating, Planting seeds all through the night— We're the bats on the night shift! We're the bats on the night shift! (Night shift!) And now... my grand finale! It's morning. The bats went to bed. Good night, then! ...I mean, good morning. The vampire bat doesn't suck blood, it laps it up, often from a cow. Moo. Next, the pumpkin spider would like a word. She pulls her silk from her spinnerets, and for its weight, her drag line is stronger than steel. Not yarn, not a bag from a Halloween shelf. It's that's my web Ta-da! A giant spiderweb! I made it myself. ...Oh, sweetie. Watch a pro. Round and orange, out in the fall, They call me the pumpkin spider, y'all! My silk starts liquid, deep inside— I pull it from my spinnerets: it's solid! Surprise! I float a line out on the breeze, It snags across the gap between the trees. A frame, then spokes out like a wheel— Not sticky, so I walk on those. That's the deal! A temporary spiral holds the shape, Then I trade it for the sticky one. No escape! That's my web! Made it myself! Not yarn, not a bag from a Halloween shelf! Spun it from my spinnerets, line by line— A silk for every job, and every thread is mine! Ooh, that's my web! Made it myself! Safety rope? Dragline! I trail it when I roam, Egg-sac silk makes my eggs a cozy home, Sticky spiral? Dotted with drops of glue, Wrapping silk ties up my lunch! Ew! For its weight, my dragline's stronger than steel— And thinner than a hair! Now that's a big deal! That's my web! Made it myself! Not yarn, not a bag from a Halloween shelf! Spun it from my spinnerets, line by line— A silk for every job, and every thread is mine! Ooh, that's my web! Made it myself! Spin, spin, spinnerets! Made it myself! My eyes are fuzzy, but my threads are strings— I pluck 'em like a guitar, and they tell me things! A slow, low sway? Just the breeze. A fast, high buzz? A fly! Dinner, please! My web gets dusty, ripped and torn? I eat it up and spin it new! Reborn! A jumping spider? No catching web at all! Big front eyes spot a fly—she leaps! Whoa! With a safety line, in case she falls! That's my web! Made it myself! Not yarn, not a bag from a Halloween shelf! Spun it from my spinnerets, line by line— A silk for every job, and every thread is mine! Ooh, that's my web! That's my web! Made it myself! Spin, spin, spinnerets! Made it myself! Wow. Yours catches flies. ...Mine caught me. Her web catches flies. The homemade one caught its maker. Now grab your flashlight. Bigfoot, the Loch Ness Monster, the Yeti. Wonderful stories. But a story says maybe, the evidence says show. Open the cryptid case files Rooney, that's a very large footprint. It is also your boot. Northwest woods: the Bigfoot track; They say a hairy shape looked back. At Scotland's Loch Ness, stories unfold Of a long-necked shape, or so we're told. A footprint is a clue, but who? A ripple in the lake can fool your view. Pin them on the map, then ask for proof: What could we check to find the truth? Cryptid case files! What do we know? A story says “maybe”; the evidence says “show.” A print or a picture? How clear is the frame? One blurry glimpse can't settle the claim. Cryptid case files! Follow the clue. Love a good legend; ask what is true. High Himalayas: the Yeti tale, A shaggy shape and prints along a trail. West Virginia, Point Pleasant nights: Mothman's red eyes and wings in flight. Those are things that people have said; A report is a start, just a single thread. Different places, different tales to explore; Check the details as we look for more. Cryptid case files! What do we know? A story says “maybe”; the evidence says “show.” A hair or lake water? Check what remains; Testing a sample can narrow the claim. Cryptid case files! Follow the clue. Love a good legend; ask what is true. Where? What? How do we know? Some hair called Yeti? DNA said bear. In Loch Ness water, eel DNA was there. Those are answers for the samples in hand; Not proof of every story across the land. Compare the clues; repeat the test. Keep the open questions with the rest. Puerto Rico! Goat tales grew; They call it Chupacabra—but is it true? New Jersey's Pine Barrens at night Have Devil tales of hooves and flight. Six places, six legends on our map; A careful test can close a gap. Cryptid case files! What do we know? A story says “maybe”; the evidence says “show.” Six tales, six places, let's check each claim. Evidence is how we test a species name. Cryptid case files! Follow the clues. Love a good legend; ask what is true. Rooney, your giant shadow has a tiny flashlight. Case… still open! Some hair they called Yeti? The DNA said bear. Case still open. Now, step inside the haunted house. A creak in the hall, a shadow on the wall, and two little glands on your kidneys pour out adrenaline to get you ready. It's my heart goes boom! Haunted house. We take turns in front. ...After you. No, no. After YOU. Footsteps creaking down the hall, A shadow sliding up the wall— My brain's got an alarm inside, It rings before I say, "Let's hide!" It doesn't wait for me to think, It gets me ready in a blink! Every part says, "I've got you!" All at once, the whole way through! My heart goes BOOM! BOOM! Racing like a drum in the haunted room! Ohh, that's my body getting ready, Ready to protect me! My heart goes BOOM! BOOM! A painting's eyes slide left, then right— I grab my friends and hold on tight! Two little glands sit on my kidneys like hats, Out pours adrenaline, just like that! A chemical messenger, quick as a flood, It shouts, "Get ready!" all through my blood! My heart speeds up, my breathing too, Bringing my muscles oxygen and fuel! My heart goes BOOM! BOOM! Racing like a drum in the haunted room! Ohh, that's my body getting ready, Ready to protect me! My heart goes BOOM! BOOM! Ba-BOOM, ba-BOOM! Oh-oh-oh! Ba-BOOM, ba-BOOM! Oh-oh-oh! Around the corner, floating white— A GHOST! We hide behind a knight! A tiny knight! A tiny knight! It hides one elbow. Not quite right! My muscles tighten, head to toe, All set to jump, all set to go! But wait—that ghost is a sheet on a string! My alarm went off for a pretend thing! Out the door, the night is still, The calm-down crew takes time to chill: My heart slows down, my breathing too, My muscles loosen—whew, whew, whew... Next time it booms, I know, you see: My body's looking out for me. My heart goes BOOM! BOOM! Racing like a drum in the haunted room! Ohh, that's my body getting ready, Ready to protect me! My heart goes BOOM! BOOM! Ready to protect me! My heart goes BOOM! BOOM! Ba-BOOM, ba-BOOM! Oh-oh-oh! Ba-BOOM, ba-BOOM! Oh-oh-oh! Okay... again? I'll go first! ...Give my knees a minute. That ghost? Just a sheet on a string. Your alarm went off for a pretend thing. Now, let's count what's holding you up. Most grown-ups have 206 bones. Babies start with more, and more than half are in your hands and feet. It's so many bones Most grown-ups: two hundred and six! Babies start with more, you know. Some bones fuse—join together— As we grow, grow, grow! Cranium—a helmet for your brain. Mandible swings down and up again. Ribs guard your heart and lungs inside. Sternum—breastbone, with ribs each side. Vertebrae, the bones along your spine— All those little pieces in a line! So many bones! So many bones! Over two hundred, from head to toes. Holding us up as we move and grow— So many, so many, so many bones! So many bones! Clavicle—collarbone, out to each side. Scapula—shoulder blade; watch it glide. Humerus, shoulder down to elbow. Radius, ulna, in the forearm below. Carpals in your wrist, little bones in a band. Metacarpals form the palm of your hand. Phalanges in your fingers, one by one— A whole little crowd when you wave to someone! So many bones! So many bones! All that in a hand? And there's more below! Pelvis at your hips, holding you strong. Femur in your thigh, sturdy and long. Kneecap—patella; tibia—shin. Fibula beside it, slender and thin. Tarsals near your ankle and heel below. Metatarsals reach out toward your toes. Phalanges in your toes, all in a row— More little bones wherever we go! Grown-up hand and wrist: twenty-seven! Twenty-six in a grown-up foot! Both hands, both feet—one hundred and six! More than half! Now that's a lot to fit! So many bones! So many bones! Hands and feet? Whoa, whoa, whoa! Bone is living tissue, changing day by day. Muscles pull through tendons—bones move that way. Muscles shorten; at the joint, we bend. Working all together, reach and bend again. Support, protect, and help us move— Living bones, we've got so much to do! So many bones! So many bones! Over two hundred, from head to toes. Holding us up as we move and grow— So many, so many, so many bones! All that in one shoe? All that in one shoe? 26 bones in one foot. All that in one shoe. Next, the show needs a giant monster, but the costume won't fit through the door. No problem. Light travels in straight lines, so step closer to the lamp and watch your shadow grow. It's little me, big shadow Tonight's show needs a giant monster! ...My costume won't fit through the door. Fine. I'll go tiny. Light leaves the lamp in a straight, straight line, It won't bend around me, not a single time! So I step in the way and I block that beam: Now there's a me-shaped hole on the screen! A shadow's not a thing, it's a place, you know— It's the spot where the light can't go! Little me! BIG SHADOW! Step up to the lamp and watch me grow! Little me! BIG SHADOW! The closer to the light, the bigger the show! I'm a pocket-size star, but I'm filling the wall— Little me... BIG SHADOW! Right up by the screen, it's just about my size, Step toward the lamp, and watch that shadow rise! Halfway from the lamp? Now it's double my height! A quarter from the lamp? Four times! What a sight! Near the lamp, the edges get fuzzy and wide, Back by the screen, they're sharp on every side! Little me! BIG SHADOW! Step up to the lamp and watch me grow! Little me! BIG SHADOW! Closer to the light, the bigger the show! I'm a pocket-size star, but I'm filling the wall— Little me... BIG SHADOW! Oh-oh-oh, watch it grow! BIG SHADOW! Oh-oh-oh, watch it grow! BIG SHADOW! Hold up a plate: it's a big round moon, Turn it on its edge: just a line! Gone too soon! Plate for a head and a fork for the hair, A cup for a nose... it's Forkenstein! Beware! For a thousand years, by a flickering flame, From China to Java, they've played this game: Little leather heroes on a lamp-lit screen... Grab a flashlight and a wall this Halloween! Little me! BIG SHADOW! Step up to the lamp and watch me grow! Little me! BIG SHADOW! The closer to the light, the bigger the show! I'm a pocket-size star, but I'm filling the wall— Little me... BIG SHADOW! Oh-oh-oh, watch it grow! BIG SHADOW! Oh-oh-oh, watch it grow! BIG SHADOW! Thank you! You've been a wonderful crowd! ...One small problem. My shadow wants its own dressing room. Wonderful crowd. One small problem, the Shadow wants its own dressing room. And now our last song. Trick or treating is over. Dump out your bags. Hard to find? The price goes up. Candy corn, 10 for one. Welcome to the candy exchange Trick-or-treating's over! Everybody, dump your bags! The Candy Exchange is open! I got a toothbrush. Dump out the bags and sort 'em in a row— Only one house gave full-size bars, you know! Rare as a ghost, so the price is high: Three fun-size for one! Who wants to buy? But candy corn? Everybody's got a ton— Nobody wants it! Ten for one! When there's lots of something, the price goes low; When there's not enough, it goes up—whoa! Candy Exchange! Buy! Sell! Trade! Everybody's got a deal to make! Hard to find? The price goes up! Up! Up! Everybody's got it? Down, down, down! Down! Down! Candy Exchange! Buy! Sell! Trade! My friend hates chocolate—can you believe? Her whole chocolate pile? She traded with glee! She trades her chocolate for my gummy worms— We both feel richer! That's how it works! A kid with braces can't chew sticky caramel, So he swaps it for chocolate—works out well! A price is just what two traders agree; It's worth the most to who wants it most—see? Candy Exchange! Buy! Sell! Trade! Everybody's got a deal to make! Hard to find? The price goes up! Up! Up! Everybody's got it? Down, down, down! Down! Down! Candy Exchange! Buy! Sell! Trade! Candy corn? Down! Ooh-ooh! Full-size bar? Up! Ooh-ooh! Toothbrush? Zero! Ooh-ooh! Buy! Sell! Trade! Ooh! In the real world, it's the very same thing: When cocoa got scarce, chocolate cost more—ka-ching! The day after Halloween, what do you know? Stores cut the candy prices way down low! Last item! One toothbrush! Do I hear one gummy worm? Anyone? ...Anyone? Candy Exchange! Buy! Sell! Trade! Everybody's got a deal to make! Hard to find? The price goes up! Up! Up! Everybody's got it? Down, down, down! Down! Down! Candy corn? Down! Ooh-ooh! Full-size bar? Up! Ooh-ooh! Candy Exchange! Buy! Sell! Trade! Great trading! Everybody's happy! ...I still have the toothbrush. What a frightfully fun night! Nine songs and nine spooky lessons. Let's look back at everything you learned. Skeleton on the outside "Exo" means outside Before the pumpkin, there was a turnip Bats on the night shift. Not birds, not blind That's my web. Stronger than steel for its weight Cryptid Case Files The evidence says show My heart goes boom. That's adrenaline So many bones. 206 Little me, big shadow. Closer to the lamp, the bigger the shadow The candy exchange. Hard to find? The price goes up And that's Trick or Teach from Smarty Party Songs. All nine songs are on Spotify now. Happy Halloween, boys and ghouls. And remember, keep learning, keep laughing, and keep your lantern bright. (wicked laugh) Smarty Party Songs! Like, subscribe, PARTY!