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♪ Vampirina ♪

♪ We were normal vampires In Transylvania ♪

♪ Like the other monsters on every block ♪

♪ Till we packed our things And we flapped our wings ♪

♪ And we got a case Of human-race culture shock ♪

♪ Whoa, Vampirina ♪

♪ I may be blue with pointy teeth ♪

♪ Whoa, Vampirina ♪

♪ But I'm not so different underneath ♪

♪ It's true that our taste May be a little off-beat ♪

♪ But we're the battiest monsters You'll ever meet ♪

♪ Whoa, Vampirina ♪

♪ A ghoulish girl in a human world ♪

♪ Whoa, Vampirina ♪

♪ It may seem strange but it's true ♪

-♪ I'm just like you ♪ -♪ Whoa ♪

♪ Vampirina ♪

[Vampirina] "Batty Fever."

And one vam-pumpkin,

one spider-shaped sandwich, hold the mummy mayo,

and a thermos of ice scream.

[screaming]

Oh, good, it's still fresh.

Demi, Gregoria.

-Good morning. -Morning.

Will you go up and make sure Vee is getting ready for school?

I don't want her to be late.

You got it.

We'll have her ready and out the door

before you can say boo.

Wait, I just said boo.

Well, we'll have her ready before you say boo,

if you say it really slowly.

Vee, Vee, are you up?

Oh. Vee, you've gotta get up and get dressed for school.

Rise and moonshine, screamy head.

[groans] I don't feel well.

Aw, you just need to pick out a fun outfit.

Come on, we'll help you.

Here we go, the usual.

No, no, Vee needs a brand-new look.

Something that says ready for the big test,

or dodgeball captain.

What do you think?

I think this outfit says put me back in the dresser,

and then, throw the dresser in the trash.

Here, Vee.

Oh, but that's no fun. That's what Vee always wears.

Why are you taking so long up here, batkins?

Oh, you're looking really under the weather,

and not in a good way.

Yeah, I don't feel so well.

Hm, your forehead isn't cold,

which means it's way too hot for a vampire.

Your cheeks are all rosy, instead of pale,

even the bags under your eyes are gone.

I think it's batty fever.

-[both] Batty fever? -What's that?

It's a sickness only vampires get.

First you feel sluggish.

Then your head feels funny.

-Then... -[sneezing]

You turn into a bat,

and not like a normal bout of the batties.

With batty fever, you can't change back until it's cured.

Can't change back?

But I'm already late for school.

I'll call to tell them you're sick.

I can also make a potion to cure the fever.

But you need to go right to bed.

Batty fever is really contagious.

What's contagious? Vee, what are you still doing home?

Shouldn't you be in...

-Uh-oh. -Looks like we've got another one.

[sneezes] Oh, no, it's batty fever, isn't it?

I haven't been feeling well.

I was hoping it was just allergies,

or a mild witch's curse.

Okay, this is serious now.

Demi, Gregoria, you put these two to bed.

I'm going to hurry and brew that potion.

Ah... oh, not yet.

Oh, for bat's sake.

Now the three of you get comfy.

Gregoria and I are gonna take good care of you.

Yeah, we gargoyles have cure-alls that go back hundreds of years.

All you have to do is sit on a flat rock

for eight hours, staying perfectly still like a statue.

No, no, no, that'll just give them batty back problems.

What you three need is a ghost remedy.

I have a good luck charm here.

[Demi] The trick is to hold onto this and think happy thoughts.

I don't see what a piece of salad is gonna do.

-[grunts] -Uh, Demi, Gregoria,

thanks for your help, but the cure for batty fever

is a potion, remember?

Are you sure you don't wanna give my four-leaf clover a try?

I've heard great things from Patty, my leprechaun friend.

Oh, sorry, but the only fix

is my family's cure-all potion recipe.

Oh, that old recipe?

I've seen you make that a hundred times.

-I can handle that. -Me, too.

Are you sure?

The potion has to be made just the right way,

with just the right ingredients.

Then you've called on the right monster.

Gargoyles are always careful and exact

when it comes to following recipes.

And you have to make it quickly, too, before it overcooks.

[giggles] Speed is a spirit specialty.

Ha ha!

Come on, don't any of you worry.

All right, I'll slice, you dice.

Drop that carrot, Demi.

The ingredients have to be measured just right, remember?

I'm the one with the careful hands.

I can handle this recipe on my own.

Hmmm.

Now that the cauldron is hot and bubbling,

I need to add four monstro-pods.

One.

Two.

Three.

This is taking forever! Can't you put them in a little faster?

Right is more important than fast.

Hm, now what's next?

Ten screamberries.

One...

-[Gregoria] Twenty-eight. -[snoring, muttering]

Twenty-nine.

[Demi] Very boring.

That's 30 stirs going clockwise.

All done.

All done? Am I hearing things?

Is it really... Oh!

[Demi] Oh, are you sure that's right?

It kinda smells like troll feet.

Of course it is.

This is a potion, not a screamberry milkshake.

It doesn't have to taste good.

Now let's take it upstairs.

Here you go. One rock-solid,

carefully brewed batch of potion.

Open wide!

-[gasps] -That doesn't seem right.

What? What is it?

[shrieks] No! Not right at all!

But I measured all the ingredients correctly.

Yeah, but it took forever.

The potion must've overcooked.

Did you see that scary smoke coming out of it?

Dark smoke is definitely the sign of an overcooked potion.

Don't worry, we'll try again.

And faster this time, too.

Not on me, you won't. I'm out of here.

Very...

slowly.

Just give us another chance.

We'll figure it out.

Okay, let's try it again,

only this time, I'll try and work twice as-

Fast, as in my middle name.

Gregoria, I think it's time to put the ghost in the game.

Uh-huh.

Okay, I've seen Oxana cook this thing pretty quickly,

so let's see if I can beat her record.

Four monstro-pods comin' up!

That didn't look like four to me.

Bunch of berries.

Bunch of what now?

And the rest. And now for the stirring.

[muttering] Thirty stirs!

Done.

That couldn't have possibly been 30 stirs.

Don't be a backseat chef, Gregoria.

-It's the speed that matters. -[timer dings]

[Demi] See. With tons of time to spare.

And doesn't this look appetizing?

Ugh.

Let's just say I'm glad I'm not the one with batty fever.

[Demi] Hurry up. We have patients to cure.

Okay, now this'll do the trick.

It was brewed in record time.

Who wants to try first?

-Oh! -I'll go.

Did it work?

I am 99% sure that it did. [gasps]

Whoa!

[bleats]

Goat?

Oh, it's always the one percent that gets you.

Actually, it's always the goat that'll eat anything

that gets you.

Well, that was a disaster.

We're terrible friends.

We should just give up.

For once, Demi, we agree on something.

-[Vampirina] You can't give up. -[gasps]

I don't know, Vee.

Gregoria got the recipe right, but overcooked it,

and I made it quickly, but that didn't work either.

You should've just gotten a mummy and a troll instead.

Maybe then you'd have monsters who could take care of you.

No, don't say that.

You two are the best friends in the world,

even when you mess everything up. [chuckles]

I know how much you love me.

We really do.

You know, mess things up and love you.

Demi, you're so exciting and fun.

While Gregoria, you're super strong, and reliable.

Your rock... so to speak.

You're different, but that's what makes you good together.

I mean, you're so good together,

we thought you were making the potions as a team,

-not by yourselves. -A team?

Yeah, like me and Poppy.

My vampireness, paired with her humanness,

is unstoppable.

What makes us different is also what makes us a good team.

If you work together, I know you can do it.

Yeah, I bet we can.

Let's do it, my goofy ghoul.

Okay, ingredients are perfectly measured

and ready to go in the cauldron.

And I'm all loose and limber.

Ready to speed through this thing.

-Ready? -We are. Thank you, Vee.

[dings]

And... go!

Easy.

Easy.

Ingredients are in. Now for the stirring.

Tell me when, Gregoria.

Keep stirring.

And 30. Stop.

-[timer dings] -You guys did it.

Careful and fast.

It's beautiful.

Smells good, too.

That's a first. Now let's get it upstairs.

Everyone, cross your fangs.

Let's hope this batch is a winner.

[bleats]

Here. For good luck. Remember?

Did it work? Did it?

I do feel a bit more like myself.

Demi, Gregoria, you brewed the right potion.

No more batty fever.

It's all thanks to you working together.

You make a great team.

Hm, we do, don't we?

♪ You must admit, Our personalities are clashing ♪

♪ Two ghoulish scare-acters, As different as can be ♪

♪ But when united, The results are clearly smashing ♪

♪ We sing our song in haunting harmony ♪

♪ You know it's true, oh ♪

♪ We're one eerie duo ♪

♪ We make a terror-iffic team ♪

♪ You're silly and sincere ♪

♪ You're surly and sarcastic ♪

♪ I play fast and loose ♪

♪ While you're more by the book ♪

♪ I'm sturdy as stone ♪

♪ I'm bouncy and elastic ♪

♪ And we both know I've got the looks ♪

-No, you don't. -Yes, I do.

♪ Ghastly and gruesome ♪

♪ We're one perfect twosome ♪

♪ Though we're contrasting ♪

♪ The fun's everlasting ♪

- ♪ We make a terror-iffic team ♪ - ♪ We make a terror-iffic team ♪

So, what do we do first?

Backpack across Europe?

Or, ooh, ooh, a mission to Mars.

How about a good, long nap?

I'm gonna crack if I don't get some shut-eye.

[barks]

Aw, Wolfie. Did you come to check up on us?

[sneezes]

Oh, no, werewolves can't get wolfie fever, can they?

[giggles] No.

I think that was just a plain old puppy sneeze.

Oh, okay, good.

But if Wolfie could get it,

I know who I'd want helping me out.

Yeah.

Wait, who are we talking about?

[all] You, Demi!

Oh, yes. Agreed.

Get over here, you silly ghost.

[Vampirina] "Poetry Day."

Class, I'd like to remind you

that tomorrow is Poetry Day.

By now, each of you should have selected a poem

to perform for the class.

-I have, Mr. Gore. -[gasps]

My poem is called "Eyeballs Under My Bed."

Oh, well, Vampirina, that sounds very artistic,

and I look forward to hearing it... I think.

Okay.

"Darkness under my bed at night.

Blinking eyeballs can be a fright.

-Suddenly-" -[blabbering]

Don't spoil it. [chuckles]

But everyone, please note how nicely

Vampirina read her poem.

I want everyone to perform

with that kind of joie de vivre.

-Excitement. -[bell rings]

Oh. See you all tomorrow.

Great poem, Vee. Very creepy.

Thanks. That's what I was going for.

What's your poem about?

It's about a butterfly that soars into the sky

and learns to fly.

What about you, Bridget?

I don't exactly have a poem yet.

But Poetry Day is tomorrow.

I know.

It's just that I'm scared to say a poem out loud,

in front of the whole class.

I'm not sure I can do it.

Of course you can.

I'm so nervous.

I don't know what I'm gonna do.

I do. You're gonna come to my house,

and I'm gonna help you.

Really? You'd do that for me?

Of course. I have tons of poetry books.

We'll practice, and by tomorrow,

you'll be a poetry star.

Okay, my poetry books are divided into three categories.

Spooky, scary,

-and screamy. -[book shrieks]

[screams]

Do you have anything regular?

Everything here is making me jumpy.

-Hello. -[screams]

-Hi, Demi. -Hi. You need some help?

We're looking for a book of poems

so Bridget can practice for Poetry Day.

Well, that shouldn't be hard.

Don't worry, we'll find you the perfect book.

♪ Terrifying poetry for spooky scholars ♪

♪ Here's a big anthology Called Odes To Ooze ♪

♪ Petrifying poems about creepy crawlers ♪

♪ Haunt-eriffic Rhymes Would be the one I choose. ♪

What do you think, Bridget?

Well, to be perfectly honest...

♪ No way, no way ♪

♪ They fill me with dismay ♪

♪ There's absolutely, positively no way ♪

Okay, what about one of these?

♪ Poetry that's bound To frighten all who hear it ♪

♪ These enchanted volumes Open by themselves ♪

♪ Verses for the recently Crossed-over spirit ♪

♪ Ghoulish rhymes for dragons, goblins ♪

♪ Ghosts and elves ♪

♪ No way, no way, perhaps another day ♪

♪ But for the moment, really, truly ♪

♪ No way ♪

♪ Maybe this whole poem thing Is for the birds ♪

What about this one, "Charming Words."

Charming words? Hm. Okay.

[both] Okay?

♪ I'll try it right away ♪

♪ We'll choose a verse and then rehearse ♪

♪ For Poetry Day ♪

-♪ Okay? ♪ -♪ Okay ♪

[all] ♪ Okay, okay, okay ♪

♪ Okay! ♪

Huh, I don't remember this book,

but the first poem is about spinning cups.

Spinning cups. I like that.

Go ahead, Bridget. Read it.

Out loud?

You are one nervous Nellie.

Let's do a warm-up so you can relax, okay?

First, shake your wiggles out.

[Demi] Okay. Good, good.

Now, roll your head around. Very nice, nice roll.

That's it. That's it.

Now, disappear. Reappear.

Disappear. Reappear.

Um, I'm pretty sure I can't do that.

Oh, right.

Well, I think you're warmed up,

so, uh, let's read the poem.

Okay. Here I go.

"Magical cups spin round and round.

Float up high, then crash to the ground."

-[glass shattering] -What was that?

I don't know. Probably just my mom making dinner.

She does cook very loudly. Read the poem again.

Mighty bat wing, what happened?

I have no idea.

These cups just started spinning around,

and then they crashed to the ground.

How odd.

-Did you do that? -Did you do that?

-No. -No.

Something strange is going on here.

Usually, I like strange,

but this is very strange.

You're doing great, Bridget.

Really? I'm still kind of nervous,

plus there's all that crashing.

Don't worry about that.

How about trying a different poem?

Ooh, this one looks good.

It's about a thunderstorm.

I'm scared of thunderstorms.

But it's just a poem about a thunderstorm.

Aw, there's nothing to be afraid of. Try it.

And this time, say the poem with one foot in the air.

It's to keep your mind off being nervous.

[soft chuckle]

"Lightning flashes, thunder booms.

Rain pours in the living room."

[thunder crashing]

You read that so beautifully,

I feel like I actually heard thunder.

That's because you did hear thunder.

Huh. But there's no thunderstorm out here.

And we know it's not raining inside.

-It's raining inside. -[whimpers]

First our cups start spinning around, now this.

Wasn't Pennsylvania supposed to move us away from the weird?

We must figure out what's going on.

Bridget, you were spook-tacular today.

How do you feel?

Still pretty nervous.

Here. Take this book and find other people to practice for.

Like... Poppy and Edgar.

That's a great idea.

I'll go over there right now. Thanks, Vampirina.

[water splashes]

Why is it so wet in here,

and why are those cups on the floor?

We wish we knew.

Vampirina, my sweet,

have you noticed anything strange going on today?

You mean "regular being a vampire strange,"

or strange strange?

Strange strange.

Nope. Bridget and I were just upstairs reading poems.

It's true. I was there.

There was a lovely poem about spinning cups that crash to the ground.

Hm, spinning cups.

How did that poem go exactly?

Let's see.

"Cups, cups, spinning round.

Float up high, crash to the ground."

[both gasp]

I'm afraid to ask, but what was the other poem she read?

"Lightning flashes,

thunder booms."

[thunder crashing]

"Rain pours in the living room."

What is going on?

Oh, I get it, I see what's happening here.

I don't get it. What's happening here?

Those weren't poems. They were spells.

What? I gave Bridget a book of spells?

We need to get it back before she reads any more to humans.

I think it might be too late for that.

Look.

We need to get that book back.

-Come on, Demi. -Right behind ya.

So this poem is called

Flying Flowers.

"Flowers sit in pretty rows,

but in the air, anything goes.

Zooming high above the ground,

making mischief all around."

[Poppy] Good job, Bridget.

-[both exhale sharply] -That was close.

We've gotta get that book back.

[gasps] Vampirina, when did you get here?

And who were you talking to?

I was just practicing my poem,

and I wanted to cheer Bridget on,

and tell her something kind of important.

Bridget, can I talk to you for just a quick sec?

But I was just about to read another poem.

No!

But you were the one who said I needed to practice,

so I'm gonna practice.

Ooh, here's a poem about a frog.

Oh, no. I have a feeling it's about to get froggy in here.

"Giant frog, here to stay.

Hopping to and fro all day."

-[croaking] -[gasps]

Bridget? Everything okay, pumpkin?

[straining]

[croaking]

[gasps] Did you hear that?

It sounded just like a frog.

Oh, that was me.

I was so inspired by the poem,

I just had to ribbit.

-[croaking] -Ribbit, ribbit.

No, no, that sounds like a real frog.

A really, really big frog.

Yeah, which would be totally awesome.

I bet it's close by.

[gasps] Um, Mom,

can you get Bridget a glass of water?

She has a cough.

She does?

I do?

Oh, I do.

[coughs]

Edgar, be a dear and help me.

We'll get water for everyone.

[sighs] Okay, Mom.

Okay, why is there a giant frog in my backyard?

It's a long story.

Not if you tell it quickly. You see...

Vampirina thought she gave Bridget a book of poems,

but it was really a book of spells,

that made the cups crash, the rainstorm inside the house,

-and giant frog appearing. -Is that true?

Is this really a book of spells?

Yeah, it is.

-Sorry. I didn't know. -Mom and Edgar!

What are we gonna do?

-Keep reading. -[both] What?!

If you finish the poem,

the spell will end, and the frog will go away.

But I... I can't.

Just read. Demi and I will take care of the rest.

Here's your water, dear.

Now let's hear that poem again.

"Giant frog, here to stay.

Hopping to and fro all day."

[chuckles]

"Back and forth across the yard.

Catching frogs can be quite hard.

But try and try, and you will see

Finally, the frog will flee."

Oh, bravo!

That was the best you've done, sweetums.

Bridget, you did it!

You read the poem perfectly.

I know. I wasn't nervous at all.

I was too busy watching you chase that giant frog.

So that's what you need.

When you focus on something else,

you forget about being nervous.

But Vee, we can't bring a giant frog to school tomorrow.

No more giant frogs.

Did you see how high that thing could leap?

Its webby toes just... eww, bounced right through me.

We can't bring a frog,

but I know another way we can keep you distracted.

Oh, and we should probably find you another poem.

One that's not from a spell book.

[chuckles] Okay. No more spell books.

Next up, Bridget.

"A Starfish At Sea."

[chuckles]

"Oh, starfish, floating out at sea.

So many things you are to me.

Your pretty shape, your pointy ends.

You're my favorite ocean friend."

-Thank you. -[all cheering]

Whoo hoo! Hooray, Bridget! Oops.

Like I said,

hooray, Bridget!

Best poem ever.

[closing theme music]

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