The sun sets on a nice day in Santa Cecilia, Mexico. Many families are preparing for their favorite upcoming holiday, Dia Dos Muertos. It is a holiday in which families put photos of their deceased family members so they can cross the bridge and visit. One of these families was the Riveras. Miguel, had helped his grandmother, Elena, and father, Enrique set up the ofrenda thus it would look presentable. They also made sure to display all the photos, including Mama Coco's father, Hector.

For years, the whole family had thought that Hector had walked out on his family. Then, two years ago, Miguel visited the Land of the Dead when he stole a guitar from the graveyard. The adventure was a tale he would never forget! Not only did he met his long-lost great-great grandfather, but also found out why he never came home and what started the music ban. He shuddered at the memory of how his favorite idol was the killer of his grandfather. It was a good thing that Mama Imelda and the other relatives came to assist them. Miguel didn't want to think what would happen if Mama Coco wasn't able to remember her father. He would have been gone, for good! Well, that's all over now. Miguel is home now and so is Papa Hector. The 13 year old and half boy, looked up at photo of Hector. His face was ripped from the family photo of Imelda and Coco, but now, it has been restored, thanks to tape.

"I can't wait to see you again, Papa Hector," the boy whispered. "Throughout my whole life, I never knew what made me different from the rest of the family. I never knew whom I got my love for music from. But now I see that it came from you!" He had been holding Hector's guitar and naturally felt like playing a song.

"I'm nothing special, in fact I'm a bit of a bore

If I tell a joke, you've probably heard it before

But I have a talent, a wonderful thing

'Cause everyone listens when I start to sing

I'm so grateful and proud

All I want is to sing it out loud

Thank you for the music, the songs I'm singing

Thanks for all the joy they're bringing

Who can live without it? I ask in all honesty

What would life be?

Without a song or a dance, what are we?

So I say thank you for the music

For giving it to me

Coco says I was a dancer before I could walk

She says I began to sing long before I could talk

And I've often wondered, how did it all start?

Who found out that nothing can capture a heart

Like a melody can?

Well, whoever it was, I'm a fan

So I say

Thank you for the music, the songs I'm singing

Thanks for all the joy they're bringing

Who can live without it? I ask in all honesty

What would life be?

Without a song or a dance what are we?

So I say thank you for the music

For giving it to me
I've been so lucky, I am the boy with one dimple

I wanna sing it out to everybody

What a joy, what a life, what a chance
Thank you for the music, the songs I'm singing

Thanks for all the joy they're bringing

Who can live without it, I ask in all honesty

What would life be?

Without a song or a dance what are we?

So I say thank you for the music

For giving it to me

So I say

Thank you for the music, for giving it to me!" Miguel finished chanting the song as he played his last notes.

"Miguel!" Abuelita called. "It's time for bed!" "Okay Abuelita!" Miguel answered. After saying a quick goodnight to all his ancestors on the ofrenda, he retired to his bedroom. As Miguel fell asleep beside his pet dog, Dante, all the boy could think of was, "Everything is perfect now. And there are no more troubles!"

Little did Miguel and his family know, was that a certain skeleton who had been stuck underneath the bell for a long time, had been brooding for trouble.

"Oh, I hate that little brat!" the ex-musician spat. "Thanks to him, I have lost my fame and glory! I don't know who to blame: him or Hector! or even Hector's little puta, Imelda! I wish there was some way I can extract my revenge on them, once and for all!"

Ernesto heard a knocking of the bell, which shook so violently, that he hugged himself in a fetal position. "Not that terrible sound!"

"Calmse, you buffoon!" a deep and scary feminine voice said, from the outside.

"Who said that?" Ernesto asked. "Who are you stranger? Speak!" He couldn't see her face, only her shadow. But he could hear her voice.

"Hilda." the woman spoke vaguely. "Just Hilda. A skeleton who also wishes to get her revenge on Hector and Imelda."

"Por que?" the bulky former idol asked. "What did they do to you?"

"Let's just say they ruined my life, just like they ruined yours!" Hilda growled.

The musician noticed the bell being lifted up very slowly. He jumped a bit when the bell fell behind him. In front of his view was a tall yellow skeleton with black curly hair and a bright green dress. She had green zigzagged lines on her cheekbones and forehead.

"Do I know you?" Ernesto asked her, confused. He had met so many people that he couldn't remember. Unless the person was a celebrity, Ernesto wouldn't care to remember. Especially, if it is someone from Santa Cecilia.

"Yes, don't you remember me?" Hilda asked, striking a pose. She frowned when the former celebrity shook his head. "We'll do a bit of catching up at my house," she said, taking his hand and lifting him up. "Then we will talk of revenge!"

"Our plan to get back at Hector and Imelda?"

"Yes," Hilda chuckled, darkly. "And I think you are on the right track. Miguel is the key to our revenge!" The two smiled evilly and rubbed their hands together. This time, they will not fail.