Duration: 54.7s

- (GASPS) Miguel? - Mama Imelda. What is going on? You the Rivera family? (COMPUTER EXPLODES) Well, you're cursed. - (ALL GASP) - What? Dia de los Muertos is the night to give to the dead. You stole from the dead! But I wasn't stealing the guitar. Guitar? It was my great-great-grandfather's. He would have wanted me to have it. Ah, ah, ah. We do not speak of that musician. He is dead to this family. MIGUEL: Uh, you're all dead. (SNEEZES) I am sorry. Whose alebrije is that? That's just Dante. He sure doesn't look like an alebrije. He just looks like a plain old dog. Or a sausage someone dropped in a barbershop. Whatever he is, I am (SNEEZES) terribly allergic. But Dante doesn't have any hair. And I don't have a nose, and yet, here we are. (SNEEZES) But none of this explains why I couldn't cross over. Oh! (CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY)