Original subtitles

When the stars come out And it's night once more

It's time to go to the School of Roars

So wake up, monsters And stretch your paws

Jump up and go to the School of Roars

School of Roars, School of Roars

It's time to go to the School of Roars

School of Roars, School of Roars

You growl and grow At the School of Roars

School of Roars, School of Roars

It's time to go to The School of Roars!

[all] Rawr!

[narrator] It was another super-snufflesome night

at the School of Roars

and the excited little monsters were going to be in a marching band.

I've always wanted to be in a marching band.

We get to play noisy instruments. Tooty-toot!

And march around the playground, like this.

Wow, Meepa! You're fang-tastic at monster marching.

-[giggles] Thanks. -[bell rings]

Stomp-stomp-stompity-stomp!

Good roaring, monsters! Roar!

[all] Good roaring, Miss Grizzlesniff. Roar!

Now, class, to take part in our marching band,

you each need an instrument to play.

And I've got special instruments for you

from all around the Monster World.

[all] Wow!

Careful, monsters. Take one each.

-[all chattering] -Oh.

Wufflebump, you've got a squidgeridoo.

It's from Upside Down Under.

[blows]

Oh, what a beautiful sound.

What I do have, miss? A pair of casta-nits.

They're small and very--

-[loud clattering] -...loud!

And what have you found, Wingston?

It's a zzzinko, miss. They're from Screechtopia.

[screeching]

Oh! Ooh, very good, Wingston.

-[blows] -Oh!

-Mine's really noisy, miss. -Yes. That's a flumpet.

Oh! That's my favourite.

-Aw. -Oh my claws, Meepa!

You've got the strangest instrument of all.

The bog-pipes, all the way from the Boggy Highlands.

But, miss, they don't even seem to make a sound.

I've tried blowing, squeezing and even tickling them!

[blows unsuccessfully]

The bog-pipes can be tricky to play.

But keep practising and you'll have them noisy in no time.

[all play noisily]

Well done, class, that's truly terrible monster music.

Now it's important for a marching band to move in a straight line,

so you need to choose one monster to stand at the front

and lead the others.

Why don't you pick someone while I get a nice cup of slime tea?

I know, Wufflebump is the tallest.

-He can be leader. -Yay, go Wufflebump.

OK. Ready, monsters, and march.

[all play noisily]

Oof!

Why have we stopped?

-Wufflebump had a stumble. -Sorry.

And march.

[all play noisily]

-Oh! -Why have we stopped now?

Wufflebump had a tumble.

Sorry, monsters. And march!

[all play noisily]

Wufflebump! We can't play our instruments if we keep stopping.

And crashing.

[blows unsuccessfully] I can't play mine anyway.

I'm too clumsy to lead the march.

Yummble, you try!

[blows instrument]

OK, monsters... lift your claws and march!

[all play noisily]

[all] Whoa! Yummble!

Your stomping is too wobbly.

Uh, Wingston, why don't you be leader?

Me? OK. Monsters, march.

[all play noisily]

Thanks.

Don't suppose you can play these?

Oh.

Left-right, left-right, left-right, left-right, left-right...

-Wingston, stop! -Huh?! Whoa! Whoa!

We can't play our instruments that fast.

I can't play the bog-pipes fast or slow. [blows unsuccessfully]

Why don't you be leader, Icklewoo?

OK. Ready, monsters...

...march!

Oh.

[all play noisily]

Huh?

Careful, monsters! I am trying to pick ze blushberries.

Sorry, Mr Marrow.

We're trying to follow Icklewoo, but she keeps disappearing.

No, I don't.

Oh... I think you're too small to be leader.

And you're too clumsy.

And I'm too fast.

-And I'm too stompy. -[all groan]

Without a leader, we'll never be a marching band.

Hang on! Our bands got a monster missing!

[blows unsuccessfully, moans]

Meepa!

I spotted our band was missing a monster, so I came to find you.

Sorry, Wufflebump.

I can't play my instrument like the other monsters.

You might not be able to make the bog-pipes play,

but you are fang-tastic at monster marching

and that's just as important for a marching band.

OK. Left, right! Left, right!

And that's how I march.

Left, right. Left, right. Left, right. Left, right.

Super stomping, Meepa!

Left, right. Left, right. Left, right. Left, right.

-Left, right. -Wait for me! Whoo!

Left, right. Left, right. Left, right.

Ah, marvellous!

Follow Meepa!

Left, right. Left, right. Left, right.

Well done, Meepa, the marching band leader.

-Roar -[bog-pipes wail]

-[all gasp] -Wow!

I played the bog-pipes for real.

I didn't need to squeeze or tickle them,

I just needed to roar into them.

-Roar. -[bog-pipes wail]

-Ready, monsters...march! -[all playing]

[narrator] And so by doing what she does best,

marching Meepa restored harmony to the monster band

and even learned to play the bog-pipes.

Wait for me, monsters.

Stomp, two, three, four. Stomp, two, three, four.

[all] Rawr!

Captions by Red Bee Media

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