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♪ Magic is real here

♪ Far away from home

♪ Anything can happen

♪ When witches make the rules

♪ Monsters are cool

♪ The moon is our friend

♪ I wanna stay with you

♪ On Summer Camp Island

♪♪

How are we on time?

An hour and 3 minutes.

Hmm.

Not again!

[ Sighs ]

I'm sure mixing these two chemicals

will make the zits shrink,

but I can't get the right ratio to make it permanent.

Well, I got to go meet my date, but thanks for trying.

[ Sobs ]

But I'm not done trying.

The science fair is tomorrow,

and I'm completely obsessed with solving this problem.

Hedgehog, I got this.

Oscar will go find you a new guinea pig.

[ Sighs ]

Huh?

My formula!

Your formula!

I think there's something stuck on my shoe.

[ Gasps ]

-We're shrunk! -Awesome.

Max, help me up this table. I need to do science.

Okay. Here is a crazy idea.

You're too teensy to science.

I will never be too teensy to science.

I know this is important to you,

but you've been working nonstop for days.

It might not hurt to take a little brain break, a braink.

Think about something else for a while.

I'll take a braink when I fix the problem.

You can eat us, but you can't beat us.

Go food!

I never noticed this tiny high school.

A school! I can science there.

Hedgehog, what about your braink?

Good news, guys.

I've been rubbing doughnuts on my face real hard,

so we should be seeing some fresh zits pretty soon.

Guys? Huh.

Hey, guys? Hedgehog?

Mmm.

♪♪

Lab, lab,lab...

I do yogur every night...Where's the lab?

...to keep my glutes tart.

Oh, Butter Goth, you're going to melt some hearts.

Cinnamon Raisin Toast reporting live from Food High.

I'm here with resident nonconformist Johnny Cannoli.

Johnny, in your cool-guy opinion,

does Popular Banana Split know I exist?

He knows nerds exist.

So there is hope for me yet.

I got to go to yearbook club, Cinnamon.

Hello? Does anybody know where the science lab is?

New students, tell me, as a high school fresh foods,

should I ask the captain of the football team,

Popular Banana Split, to prom? I should, right?

Where's your science lab?

There's no lab. This is a non-GMO school.

What?! What am I going to do?

My brain needs to fix this problem now!

Look.

You really think Popular could love a nerd like me?

You're just saying that.

This Popular must be an interesting guy.

No, but he's very gorgeous,

and I'm completely in love.

I'm so obsessed with the idea of going to prom with him

that it's become more important than my lifelong dream

of becoming the food world's top investigative journalist.

[ Sobs ]

I just can't stop thinking about his creamy,

crystalline face

drizzled with that hot mop of gooey chocolate.

I don't get it, but I do know what it feels like

not to be able to stop thinking about something.

[ Footsteps approach ]

[ Sighs ] His footsteps.

That guy?

Whoa! I get it.

[ Laughs ] Popular, Popular, it's me. It's Cinnamon.

It's investigative journalist Cinnamon.

Journalist? Who still writes in journals?

Hey, cool new candy soldier. Let's hang out later.

Sure. Finger.

Finger. [ Laughs ]

How did you do that?

He just assumed you were cool

before you even said anything.

Yeah. It's happened to me all my life.

I think it's the backwards cap.

If I could just absorb your powers by osmosis...

[ Sighs ] Cinnamon, I'm going to stop thinking

about my science experiment and focus all my energies

on helping you go to prom with Popular Banana Split.

Oh, my gosh. Really?

Whoo! Brain break.

I don't know much about boys,

but I do know a lot about science,

and they're probably the same?

Everyone knows it only takes one person

to think you're cool for everyone to think you're cool,

so if our resident cool kid Max endorses you

to just one cool clique, it should be enough

to trigger a major hot goss chain reaction

that'll result in a massive explosion in your popularity.

All: Cinnamon Raisin Toast is cool!

I am?

And if my calculations are correct...

Yo, Cinnamon Cooltoast, prom with this guy?

[ Shudders ]

Yes!

Cool.

You're a genius!

Okay. He hates all things journal-y,

so you just have to help me suppress

my journalistic urges until prom.

Cinnamon, are you sure you really want this?

No. I needthis.

Okay.

Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!

Hedgehog! Max!

[ Sighs ] Where are they? I'm getting hungry.

[ Whistle blowing ]

Great sprint, team. One s'more yard to go. Whoops!

Take a lap over the big sad potato.

Why are you sad, large potato?

I lost my friends. Have you seen Hedgehog or Max?

Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!

I look like a journalist to you, bro?

If you want to track someone down,

you should talk to Cinnamon Raisin Toast.

She's the best investigative reporter in this school.

Okay. Thanks.

Okay. Good luck, big sad potato.

Wait. What school?

Okay. Cinnamon Raisin Toast, in order to get

Popular Banana Split, you have to deny your old instincts

and adapt to your new pack.

The sporty gene is latent in every organism.

It just has to be activated.

Can you do it?Heck, yes!

Step one -- Adapt your outer appearance.

We will replace your usual reporter wear with sportswear.

Oh.

"I love scoops?" No. "I love hoops."

Step two -- Become a part of the pack.

You will surround yourself with sporty organisms...

-Swig. Swig. Swig. Swig. -...so you can better absorb

their sporty properties.

So beautiful.

No journalism.

Right.

[ Laughter ] Huh?

My journalism crew!

Maybe I'll just pop over there

and see what they're reading.

-Hey, Cinnamon. -Huh?

Swig one with me?

Oh, my gosh.

Step three -- Total immersion. You will actually become sporty.

Down, set, go. Go long, Cinnamon.

Whoa!

Yes! Rrrr!

Aaah!

-Cinnamon! -Huh?

Pose for the paper!

[ Camera shutter clicks ]

[ Grunts, groans ]

Whoa!

Killer tackle, Cinnamon.

All leading to our final conclusion -- Prom.

Hedgehog!

Max!

Where are you?!

Prom, prom, prom, prom.

Aaaah! Foot, foot, foot, foot, foot.

Fancy shoe! Whoa.

Hey, look. It's the big sad potato from yesterday.

What? I just saw you guys, like, 20 minutes ago.

You're not wearing that to the prom, are you?

-What prom? -Aw. You couldn't get a date?

Bro hug. Don't feel bad.

Dating shouldn't define your self-worth.

You, uh, talk to Cinnamon Raisin Toast yet?

No.

Follow us. Cinnamon Raisin Toast

is dating the most popular guy in school,

so she'll be there.

♪♪

We did it! They're at prom together.

Thank you, Hedgehog! This is a dream come true.

I'm having the best time. Isn't this so great?

Are you sure you're not bored like I am?

Good thing I have this sports game to keep me company.

What's the score?Aw, babe.

I thought you were done with all the journalisms.

Ugh.

-Oh, right. -Okay, teen food.

-[ Gasps ] -It's time to announce

our homecoming king and queen,

and the winners are...

Popular Banana Split and Cinnamon Raisin Toast!

[ Cheers and applause ]

Whoo!

Yeah. Go, Cinnamon Raisin Toast.

Con-grape-fruit-lations.

I want to take this opportunity to make an announcement.

I got a full food-ball scholarship to Food-ball U,

and you're coming with me, Cinnamon.

Yeah!

What?!

Whoo-hoo-hoo!

Do they have a journalism department?

Heck, no. Come on.

We love sports, remember?

It'll just be you and me playing sports

for the rest of our lives.

Oh, no. She can't want this, can she?

I have to say something.

Cinnamon, don't do it!

What about the journalisms?

Huh?

[ Rumbling ]Whoa.

-Ah. -Whoa.

Hello? Uh, sorry to interrupt your dance,

but I'm looking for Cinnamon Raisin Toast.

She's the best journalist in the school?

The best journalist in school,

the big sweaty potato is right.

I amthe best journalist in school.

Yeah, Cinnamon.

I'm sorry I tried to get you together with Popular.

No way, Hedgehog.

Catch me and my epiphany, boys.

I was so obsessed with the idea

of being with Popular Banana Split,

my foggy teenaged brain would have never realized

we're totally incompatible.

You helped me see I need to mature on my own

for a while at journalism school.

I'm so glad.

You guys really weren't the best match.

[ Gasps ] Oscar, take us back to the lab.

I've figured it out, the problem with the formula.

Hedgehog! Max!

Max, you were right. Taking a break

gave me a whole new perspective on the problem.

It made me realize these two chemicals

are totally incompatible.

I got so wrapped up in making them

work together that it never occurred to me

that one of them needs to mature on its own

for a while in a warm, dark place,

just like Cinnamon Raisin Toast at journalism school.

First-place ribbon.

Ah! I won.

Thanks for helping me, Max.

Touch my soft, zit-less cheeks.

I'll take a brain break with you anytime.

Hey, guys, the next time you go to a tiny high school,

will you bring me, too? I went feral way too quickly.

[ Chuckles ] Sure thing, Oscar.

Now who wants banana splits?

I've had the biggest craving.

♪♪

♪♪

Oh, Butter Goth, you're going to melt some hearts.