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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 all the little monsters were excited by the possibility of snow.
Come on, Mummy. Will there be lots of snow, Mummy?
Lots and lots?
I hope not, Wufflebump.
Too much of anything can be a bad thing.
-[laughs] -Oh!
Slow down, son.
Have you heard about the snow, Yummble?
Yes, I'm going to make a snow beastie,
so big it'll take a whole year to melt.
[both laugh]
Oh, mummy, who lives in that house?
That'll be old Mr Chilli.
[lowers her voice] He likes to keep himself to himself.
That's because he's a scary fire-breathing dragon.
Rawr!
Now, Yummble, that's not a nice thing to say.
Sorry, Daddy.
I think it sounds lonely being on your own like that.
Yay, I can see one. Look! Look!
Mmm, first snowflake of the year.
-[all giggle] -[bell rings]
-Bye, Mummy. -Bye, Daddy.
[both] Bye, little monsters.
[all laugh]
Good roaring, monsters. Raar!
[all] Good roaring, Miss Grizzlesniff. Raar!
Today, we're goingto make... snowflakes.
Hooray.
Watch carefully, monsters.
First, we fold the paper circle in half like this.
Oh, ah-ha.
And in half again. Ru-rah!
Oh, it doesn't look much like a snowflake.
Patience, Wingston.
I want you to tear little holes into your folded paper, like so.
Rar, rar, rar, rar, rar.
Rar, rar, rar, rar, rar, rar, rar, rar.
Now, unfold and you have...
...a snowflake!
Monster-mazing.
Mine's spiky.
Mine's got a big hole in it.
It's like the one I caught on my tongue, only bigger.
[laughs] And it's not made of snow.
Now all we have to do is stick the snowflakes to the window.
-There you go, Miss. -Whee!
-Beautiful Snowflakes. -There.
Oh, they're all growlingly good.
[gasps] Look, Miss Grizzlesniff, it's snowing.
It's snowing!
[monsters cheer]
-Snow! Yippee! Snow! -Slow down, monsters.
[chuckles]
Oh, it looks even more lonely on that hill now.
Remember what Yummble said,
a scary fire-breathing dragon lives there. Raar!
[both laugh]
Ta-da. It's the biggest snow beastie ever made.
-Wow! -Whee.
[slurps]
Second snowflake of the year.
[monsters laugh]
Brrr, my teeth are chattering like a yeti.
[laughs] It's getting very cold, monsters. Brrr!
-Time to come inside. -[monsters] Awww.
Mr Marrow has a treat for you. Hot snot-late!
-[monsters] Yay, hot snot-late! -[laughs]
Rawr!
[slurps] I wish it could snow forever.
-And ever. -Ah.
My mummy says too much of anything can be a bad thing.
Brrr! [laughs]
Ohh! [laughs] Oh oh oh.
I've just popped my head outside, monsters,
and the snow is still falling fast and is now very deep,
which means we are snowed in.
[all gasping] Really? Oh no.
Can't we go home, Mrs Twirlyhorn?
No, Wingston.
Being snowed in means we are stuck in school for a while.
Will we ever go home again?
Course. Your mummies and daddies know about this, and help is on the way.
So there is no need to worry.
Phew.
[gasps] Oh.
The light's gone out in the lonely house.
Huh? What's that?
Oh, I hope it's not Mr Chilli, the fire-breathing dragon.
I wish I could breathe fire.
I could make my own toast.
Calm down everyone, help is on its way.
Rawr!
Come along, class, let's greet our hero
and say a big 'School of Roars' thank you to Mr Chilli.
-Mr Chilli? -Isn't he meant to be scary?
Doop-de-doo. [blows] Doop-de-doo.
Oh, Mr Chilli.
How kind of Mr Chilli to use his fiery breath
to melt us a path through the snow.
-[all] Wow. -I knew he was a good dragon.
Now, what do we say, monsters?
Thank you, Mr Chilli. Raar!
Oh. [giggles]
[mummies and daddies] Thank you, Mr Chilli.
[all] Hooray! [clap]
Oh, fizzling frost beetles,
it was my pleasure.
Would you like to have a drink of hot snot-late?
Oh, well, I don't know.
Then how about a nice cooling glass of iced water?
Oh, that would be most welcome.
Drinks all around.
[slurps] Oh, oh, oh, oh. [whistle toots]
[giggles] Oh, dear.
[all laugh]
Will you come back and see us again soon, Mr Chilli?
Oh, I'd love to. Raar!
[narrator] So Mr Chilli saved the day
and all the little monsters learned
that even if someone looks a little bit scary on the outside,
they can still be very kind on the inside.
[slurps] [whistle toots]
[all laugh] Oh! My nose, it fizzles.
Captions by Red Bee Media
Copyright Australian Broadcasting Corporation
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