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- * Monster, Monster High *

* We might give you a fright *

- * Unique as can be *

* And friends forever, literally *

* We might walk, might swim, might fly *

* Either way we gonna run the night *

- * We're Monster, Monster High *

* Monster, Monster High *

* We might give you a fright *

* Monster, Monster High *

* Friendship never dies *

* We're Monster High *

* Monster High-igh-igh-igh *

[whispered] We're Monster High.

[spooky music]

* *

- It started out as a perfect day at Monster High.

[thunderclap]

First, I slayed my persuasive monster-logue speech.

In conclusion,

humans practicing witchcraft are dangerous.

And if a monster does witchcraft,

that's even worse!

It's an insult to monster society.

Witchcraft is beneath us.

[cheers and applause] Thank you.

- You go, Draculaura!

- Oh, absolutely dreadful, Draculaura!

But I'd expect no less from the vampire daughter of the PFFT!

- PFFT? - PFFT. P-F-F-T.

It stands or Premiere First and Foremost Top-Monster.

My dad's kinda a big deal.

- Your semester-long creative project

is to record a monster minute every day on this iBall.

This will allow you to practice your communication skills.

You can pour your hearts out!

[squelching]

- Heart poured out. Assignment done.

- After class, I went with my roomies to the Creepeteria.

- Menu said sloppy joes made from real Joes, extra toes!

Yummers!

- Need to cram before Dad gets here

for daddy-daughter movie night.

After that, just did some studying

exactly like I said I was doing.

Tater tykes are to die for.

[tater tyke crunches] Mm!

[phone buzzing]

[soft upbeat music]

[dramatic music]

* *

Okay, transformations. Turn a pencil into a pen.

For best results, say spell confidently.

Shifting shadows--

- Ugh, I can't believe the headmistress

let in that half-human!

- Clawdeen? But she's so nice!

- Exactly! What's next, witches?

- Yeah!

There'll be a star-crossed romance

between a monster and a witch.

The monster will eat the witch

and use their bones as decoration!

[snarls]

- Witches don't belong here, Lagoona.

Not even if we up-cycle them! - [gasps]

[sighs]

Shifting shadows, heart of storm,

obey my spell, now transform?

[ethereal warbling]

[dramatic musical spikes] No, no, no, no!

- [snarls]

- Ah! Hey, biting is my thing!

- [snarls]

- Whoa! [groans]

- [shrieks]

[groaning]

- Gotta reverse the spell! Shadows, storm, transform!

- Mm, chocolate milk-snake.

- Mm, I'm gonna be picking Joe toenails out of my teeth

for weeks! - [gasps]

- [snarling] - [gasps]

- [groans] [both gasp]

- We have to catch that tater tyke

before my dad gets here!

- What?

- She said we have to catch that tater tyke

before my dad gets here!

- [snarling and panting]

[energetic music]

* *

[chuckles]

[grunting]

* *

- Whoa, this school has secret passageways?

- Yep! Got lost last week on my way to the Creepeteria

and found all sorts of secret stuff.

[all yelp]

Found a cupboard to the catacombs,

a junk drawer with a portal into a ketchup packet factory,

and in our room,

there's a compartment with a bunch of witch stuff.

- Witch stuff? No way. What? In our room?

Never in a monster million!

- Right.

No one would break the rule, "Witchcraft is forbidden

for monsters and punishable by expulsion."

Got some frontal lobe from the poltergeist who wrote the code.

- Unless my human knowledge

is even less spook-tacular than I thought,

there aren't tater tyke monsters,

but that tater tyke must've been brought to life

by witchcraft.

Who was in our room, had tater tykes--

- It was me!

I was, um,

doing research for my anti-witchcraft speech,

and the librarian had a banned spell book

and, um, I was holding it for her.

- [snarling] - There!

* *

- [snarls]

- Uh, undo-io, control-io, zee-io, transform-io?

- [yelps]

- Mm!

Ugh!

* *

- Na-na-na-na-na!

- Ah, my memoirs are complete.

- [snarls and chuckles]

[all yelp] - My memoirs!

- Over there! - [cackles]

- When I get to the bottom of this, heads will roll,

and not just mine!

- Ugh, no sign of that tyke anywhere!

When the headmistress finds out I did witchcraft,

she'll tell my dad and-- - Draculaura!

- Speak of the devil!

- No, the Devil's Heath's dad.

Has a goatee, invented pimples and 24-hour news channels.

That's Dracula.

- Hey, Dad! - [inaudible]

- Dad, you're on mute.

- [inaudible] [ethereal chime]

So I wrapped the PFFT judgments early.

Had to banish a vampire for a wardrobe violation.

Harsh, but we all know baseball caps are beneath us.

I'll be there soon! Bat out!

[electricity sizzling] - [shudders] Idea!

What you need to catch that tater tyke is...

[upbeat music]

Accessories!

- Whoa, a secret closet full of bionic prosthetics?

Fang-tastic!

- Need a hand catching a delicious potato product?

I got an arm for that.

- Frankie will catch it and-- - I'll reverse the spell.

[dramatic music]

[karate grunts]

* *

- [yelps]

[grunts]

- [sniffs]

My werewolf snout smells starchy, salty, potato-y!

[laughs] Right here!

- [screams]

* *

[shrieks] - Take that, tater!

- Shifting shadows, heart of storm,

obey my spell, now transform!

* *

- Great and powerful spirits of Monster High

want me to scarf more veg.

Thanks, Monster High!

- Transform!

* *

[moaning and snarling]

* *

- [deep growling]

[roars]

[all snarling]

- [roars]

- Oh, stakes! - The food's alive?

- Was that supposed to happen?

- Dracula arriving in three minutes.

[all snarling]

- Ah!

- [roars]

* *

[roars]

[choir sings] - [gasps]

* *

both: Whoa! - Hyah!

- [snarling]

* *

- [snarls]

[all snarling]

- [gasps]

* *

- [grunts]

* *

[all snarl]

- Can we call someone for help?

- Bet the lunch lady'd understand

that your speech research went wonky!

- But I'd still get kicked out of school.

And my dad would see right through the lie--oops!

- You didn't have that spell book

just for your anti-witchcraft speech, did you?

- No, I was doing witchcraft because I--

I like doing witchcraft.

It makes me feel like me.

- But you had that whole anti-witchcraft speech.

- I guess I was trying to convince myself.

Everyone wants me to be a rule-stickler vampire

like my dad.

I just want to be a witch, but that's not the vampire way.

- Well, according to my werewolf eyes,

you're a vampire and you're a witch!

- I am? I'm a witch.

I'm a witch!

This witch will cast a spell,

living foods go to sleep!

[all snoring]

- Snack time! [hums to self]

Snack--

[all snoring]

Witchcraft? Who is behind this?

- Me! Uh, it was me.

- If I may address the headmistress.

The rule is witchcraft is forbidden for monsters,

but Clawdeen's half human-- her human side did it.

- [gasps] - Lawyer brain?

- A technicality.

- Dracula's here. Oh, Dracula's here!

- Come along, Draculaura.

Can't have our PFFT seeing his daughter

with these troublemakers.

- And here you go, kid.

Bat out!

[upbeat music]

- Dracula, always an honor to have a...

monster of your caliber in our halls!

- Evening, Headmistress.

And there's my perfectly putrid princess!

- [laughs] Daddy!

- Tonight's movie is a real treat.

1985's "Vampire 2: Second Blood."

- As a vampire, it is my duty to keep the world in check.

I must uphold the ways of old...

- [laughing] - Ensuring the integrity...

- Dad, I-- I want to tell you something.

I--

both: Vampires never tolerate disrespect for tradition.

Banished! Bat out!

So what were you saying again, little apple of my fang?

- I really like daddy-daughter nights with you.

[spooky synthesized music]

- Draculaura? Uh, why'd you knock?

- Can you invite me in? - Yeah.

But it's your dorm, too.

- Not anymore.

I'm really grateful for what you did tonight,

but I can't keep putting you at risk.

I decided to move out of our dorm.

- But if you did that, how will you use this witch's lair?

- I may not know everything about being a monster just yet,

but my werewolf instincts say we're a pack,

and that means we're here for you--

however, whatever you choose to be.

- Thank you! - Aww!

Let's get huggy! - [howls]

- In the end, it was a perfect day.

Maybe my dad wouldn't think so, or the headmistress,

but I feel good.

And that's my monster minute.

- Draculaura has a secret!

- [snarls] - What the tater?

- Meow! - [cackling and snarling]

[upbeat music]

* *

- Hello, iBall!

Oh, my brain's bursting to tell you about today.

It started with our art class assignment

which seemed easy-queasy.

Mrs. O'Shriek wanted us to make...

[impression] "An artistic representation of who you are!"

[normally] I was doing a brain chart.

It shows the itty-bitty brain bits

that went into my skull-hole.

Draculaura painted a painting with paint.

- [laughs]

And they said a vampire selfie couldn't be done!

- Clawdeen was making a poem

out of the letters of her name.

- Clawdeen. All right.

C is for creative.

No, that's too on-the-nose.

Confident, maybe?

Ugh, C is for confused!

I wish I were a Frankenstein monster.

You're lucky to know what-- uh, sorry.

I mean who you're made of.

- Mom and Dad kept all the records.

I just put 'em on a poster. Voil�! C'est moi!

- Language skills from your French gargoyle brain piece?

Vintage brains are so chic.

- Having second-hand brains means

I got a lot of know-how for being new.

I can do a fancy dance.

Whoo! [laughs]

And that bit's from a monster model,

so I can skize!

That's "scary eyes" for short.

- Hey, got any poet in there

that can help me with my project?

- Let me look. Hmm.

How about Dr. Blunder?

They were a monster inventor from the ancient 1970s...

[gasp] Who was cursed!

- [word echoing] Cursed? Cursed? Cursed?

[electricity sizzling]

- Nothing groovier than roller skating

while bringing to life the franken-beast

that's gonna protect Monster High!

All I gotta do now is add the essence of life.

"Warning: use only according to the directions or be cursed."

Yada-yada-yada, add two drops--

[yelps] No!

Ah, that was way more than two drops.

[ominous music]

[gasps] [explosion]

- [guttural rasping]

- Guess that means I'm cursed! - [roaring]

- Whoa, I had a memory! And I was Dr. Blunder!

[gasps] Here!

The curse came from this, essence of life.

Guess my parents kept it with the doc's file.

- But Frankie,

if you can dance like your ballerina brain part, then--

- For sure cursed like Dr. Blunder.

Wonder what kind it is. [gasps]

Maybe it's a curse

to always wake up right before my alarm goes off.

- Um, curses are above my witch grade,

but what I know is they cause permanent doom and gloom

for the curse-ee.

- Not permanent!

Says here, "To reverse the curse,

"tap the bottle three times to anything

brought to life with the essence."

- Huh. Saw it get dumped all over

some sort of terrifying beast-creature.

[scream over PA] Oh, wells!

Let's get to class.

[gasps] Maybe we'll have a pop quiz

and my curse is to ace pop quizzes!

- Better keep this safe.

- And the catacombs are closed for renovations.

Failure to keep out of the catacombs

is punishable by death.

[all gasp] Pardon, misread.

Punishable by detention!

[laughter]

- [groans] [teeth clank]

- Are you sure the curse isn't to be really good

at helping your friends with their assignments?

- Clawdeen, garbage goblin on your left.

- [yelping and shouting]

- Oops. I meant right, not left.

- Grab onto her fashionable and comfortable shoes!

[all straining]

- Oof.

- Whoo! [laughs]

That garbage goblin almost were-wolfed me down.

[laughs] See what I did there?

- [burps] - [gasps]

- Sorry!

[words echoing] My mistake...my mistake...

[electricity sizzling]

[words echoing] - I am cursed to make mistakes!

- [deep growl]

[electricity thrumming]

[dramatic music]

- I am cursed to make mistakes?

- Now that's a curse!

- Maybe the curse was only to make one mistake,

and you already got that out of the way!

So just be careful and you'll be fine.

[quirky suspenseful music]

* *

- And the antidote is?

- I know! Oh!

[all gasp]

- Draculaura, to detention.

- It wasn't her. It was me.

- Uh!

Can't get your friend out of detention this time, Frankie.

Bite My Artery Red is not your color.

- [sighs]

[electricity sizzling]

- Mystery meat? I know that'd be a mistake.

[all yelping and groaning]

[quirky energetic music]

* *

Oh, sorry. Sorry!

[downbeat music]

Should probably sit over there

where I can't get you with my curse.

- Don't go too far, Frankie. We'll miss you!

[dramatic music]

- [yelps] - [gasps]

- Wow. Now that's a dumpster fire.

- [groaning]

- Sorry! I'm all mistake-d up.

- Aw, it's okay, Frankie.

[shoes squeaking on floor] It's not your fault.

It's your cursed brain piece.

- Yeah. We support you.

But we need to support you from afar.

[shoes squeaking on floor] Like, across the school.

- Wait, there has to be something I can do

to get this curse out.

[electricity sizzles] [gasps]

The ultra getter-outer 3000!

[straining]

[electricity sizzling]

- I must get the curse out.

Until I can fix this mistake,

I must keep the beast in stasis,

locked away in the catacombs. - [deep growl]

[electricity sizzling]

- The beast is in the catacombs!

If we find it, we can reverse the curse!

Then we can all hang out together again.

Let's go!

- Aren't the catacombs closed?

- And shouldn't we prepare

before seeking out a terrifying beast?

Like, hire fierce Wulver warriors to go find it for us

while we get mani-claws?

- [sighs]

[yelps]

[quirky dramatic music]

* *

- Never mind. This is urgent!

Let's go!

[grunts] Right now!

[suspenseful music]

- Whoa. Why haven't you shown me this place before?

It's so creeper-ific!

[all shudder]

- Catacomb renovations sure are shaky!

- Uh, I think I heard my dad calling.

I should go!

A disappearing door? - Cool!

Uh, or--or not. Not cool.

- Course it was a mistake to come down here!

Aw, cursing cursed curse!

[switch clicks loudly]

[stones scraping]

[all gasp]

[all screaming]

[all grunt]

Why do I gotta have a brain bit that's cursed

to make mistakes forever and ever and ever?

Ugh.

- The essence of life.

"To reverse the curse, tap the bottle three times

to anything brought to life with the essence."

- Yeah, we know.

- But I didn't read the whole thing before.

Instructions, warnings--aha!

"Contents and all associated curses

expire December 31st, 1983."

Your brain hasn't been cursed in a long time!

- I'm not cursed?

Well, then why did I make a bunch of mistakes?

- Maybe because everyone makes mistakes.

Remember that time I called Headmistress Bloodgood "Mommy"?

Mortifying.

- And it was my mistake to not finish reading the label.

Oops, sorry.

- It's okay, Clawdeen.

Hey, it's okay, me.

Guess I got all in my brains about the curse

and it kept tripping me up.

- Yeah, like, maybe we kinda leapt to conclusions

about the curse, and that mistake is on us.

We're sorry.

- So if I'm not cursed to make mistakes,

then something in my brains can get us out of here.

[electricity sizzles]

Just need to amp up the voltage.

- [deep growling]

- Is that a terrifying beast?

- Relax, that was just catacombs renovations.

Hey, maybe if we follow the noise,

we can find our way out.

[suspenseful music]

* *

- [deep growling]

[both scream]

[deep growling]

[all scream]

[deep growling]

[yawns]

[snoring]

all: Huh?

- Is that the beast?

[word echoing] Beast? Beast? Beast?

- Oh, I shouldn't have tried to bring this beast to life.

You were supposed to be terrifying!

- [squeaky yawn]

- What a horrendous mistake!

No, stop it! Stop being so cute!

I was trying to make a fierce guardian

to protect Monster High!

Until I can fix this mistake, I must keep the beast in stasis

locked away in the catacombs.

[word echoing] Catacombs...catacombs...

[electricity sizzling]

- Stasis.

Oh, that must be like a really deep sleep!

- [snoring] - Wake up.

- Well, he's a franken-beast,

so getting him out of stasis takes a little...

[energetic electronic music]

* *

[electricity sizzling]

[electricity crackling]

[suspenseful electronic music]

* *

[electronic thrumming]

- [barking cheerfully]

- [laughs]

- Maybe one doctor monster's mistake

could be another franken-monster's

perfect franken-pet?

- Yeah, and I don't think he's a mistake at all.

What do you say? What am I gonna call you?

Watting...Watted...

[gasps] Watzie! - [barks cheerfully]

- Found the beast.

All we need now is to find a way out.

[switch clicks] [all gasp]

- [barks] - Whoa!

Way to go, Watzie!

[stones scraping]

- [barks] [stone thuds]

- So I finished my brain chart

and my presentation went super!

And bonus, everyone loved Watzie.

But I've still got a lot to learn about me.

I'm not just like the pieces of my brain were.

I get to make my own decisions and my own mistakes.

So thank you for coming to my monster minute for today.

Journaling like this is a real zap!

I still don't get why Dr. Blunder

wanted to make a terrifying beast.

It's not like anything could threaten Monster High.

Huh, Watzie?

- [barks] - Hey, what do you got there?

Are you chewing on one of my hands?

[giggles] Wait, that's not one of my hands.

Whose hand is that?

Watzie! Come back!

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