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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.

[eerie music]

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- Hey, hey, iBall.

I can't believe it's only been two weeks since my instincts

led me to Monster High.

I already feel at home everywhere from the classrooms

to the casketball court.

- All right.

Whoa. - Over here. This way.

[grunting]

- Oh, zaps, Clawdeen.

Were you this good at sports at human school?

- Oh, no way.

I was so all over the place,

I never even got picked for a team.

[lasers buzzing]

- [laughs]

Don't sleep on this sauce, CD.

- [laughs]

[grunts] Bat block!

- Oh! Runaway basketball.

I got it.

- Clawdeen, your human is showing.

- Oh, no.

Did my human ears come back?

Is it my claws?

[gasps] Oh, I knew my pits weren't furry enough.

- I think Dracula means you said "basketball."

It's casketball.

- Phew.

[gasps] Oh, no!

The ball!

[all gasp]

[gasps]

- Clawdeen!

You almost went past the shadow of secrecy.

Going out there could expose monsters to dangerous humans.

- Oh. My bad.

The secret's safe with me.

But you better watch out for my secret sauce,

werewolf style.

[grunts]

- OK, that was super saucy.

[ding] [wolves howling]

- Cleo needs you.

- Ahh!

- Huh?

Clawdeen?

- Can werewolves run at light speed?

- Ahh!

- Instincts with the save.

You OK, Cleo?

- No.

As head of the dance committee

and number one human fan,

I was hanging the sign for the human-themed dance

and must have gotten too far for my inner ear.

- Say what now?

- My inner ear, as in the organ that

helps you keep your balance.

- I know what an inner ear is,

but isn't it in your ear?

- Allow me to enlighten you.

Most mummies preserve some of their organs in jars,

but I am not most mummies, so I jarred all of mine.

I was so far from my inner ear up there,

the only kingdom I was ruling was dizzy city.

- I used to rule dizzy city on the Gravi-spin.

Oh, that's a human carnival ride.

- Sounds thrilling.

But thank Ra you weren't in human form now.

Had it been a full moon

and you weren't all werewolf-y,

I would have been the ruler of splat city.

Now, do tell me more about this "grando-spin."

- Whoa back right up.

Why wouldn't I be all werewolf-y during a full moon?

- Uh, because werewolves take their human form

during the full moon.

But with you being a half-werewolf,

half-human, who knows?

Maybe going werewolf is just, like, a one-time thing.

You might turn human, and then never turn back.

- Whoo-hoo!

Go, Clawdeen!

Frightening!

[eerie howling]

[ominous music]

- What? - [gasps]

- [gasps]

- Ugh, she's furless!

- Yuck! Unsharp teeth.

- And her armpits are so smooth.

- Humans can't play with us.

all: [chanting] Human! Human!

You're a human!

- No!

- Did you just say no to me?

- No. Yes. I mean,

yes, I said no, but not to you.

Actually, I need you.

- Oh. Well, who doesn't?

- How can I control my transformation

so I can always be a werewolf?

- As future queen, once Nefera is out of the way,

I delegate that question to the werewolf pack.

- [deep inhale] There's a werewolf pack here?

- You probably haven't met them yet.

Occasionally, a couple of them roll into the Coffin Bean.

Not even the mighty Romulus can resist Zapaccinos.

[electricity buzzing]

Clawdeen. - Whoa!

- You didn't finish telling me about that human "gumby-spin."

- First, it's the Gravi-spin, and it's so cool.

Last year, things at school weren't that great,

so my dad took me to the carnival,

and we rode the Gravi-spin about a million times.

- Whoa. - [gasps] The pack.

- [laughs]

- Whoa.

- Hey, I'm floating here.

- Yeah.

- Oh, that was fang-tastic.

Wait, do werewolves say fang-tastic?

Well, I mean, I'm a werewolf, and I just said it,

so we must, right?

I'm Clawdeen. I'm new.

You must be Romulus?

- Whoa, he is Romulus.

[gasps] You got ESP?

- Barkimedes!

Ah, yes, the human.

We heard you were roaming these parts.

- Uh, half-human, half-werewolf.

No ESP, but I knew you'd show up here.

Right. So I need your help.

Your were-help, that is.

So do I have to transform during the full moon?

- Keep your howl down.

We can't have outsiders overhearing our were-wisdom.

- Yeah.

No outsiders. Makes sense.

- Come to our pack meeting tonight by the pet cemetery,

but come alone.

Wolf pack out!

[howling]

- Wait, you mean the pet cemetery

beyond the shadow of secrecy?

- Shh!

[bell tolling]

[dramatic tone]

[ominous music]

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- Don't.

- But this is my chance.

[exhales]

?

[owl hooting]

Hooty hoo!

[frog croaks]

[gasps] There they are!

Whoa! [beetles screech]

- Ugh, pardon you.

- Cleo? - Yes.

- Please go.

I'm meeting the pack, and they're not going to come out

if you're clinging to my fur.

- I do not to cling.

Besides, the werepack isn't brave enough to meet

outside the shadow of secrecy.

- How do you know that?

They don't tell that stuff to outsiders.

- Sure, that's the pack policy.

But Barkimedes, sweet, simple pup that he is,

never figured out how to go private on EekTok.

- Rolling to the secret pack meeting

in the garbage goblin's closet by the clawditorium.

- They tricked me.

What's the point of looking like a werewolf

if they treat me like a human?

- No matter what form you're in,

human or werewolf, you're always you.

It's you who's a Monster High superstar.

- [gasps]

- [mischievous chuckling]

- [whispering] Danger.

- Humans are coming. We got to hide.

- WhatWhere? How do I look?

- No, we can't let them see us.

- Monster Mashees, I promised when we hit 100k,

we'd do a real monster hunt.

So we're coming at you live from the woods.

Even Bigfoot would be too scared to roam.

Let's get spooked.

- Oh, now they like monsters?

Ugh, humans are the worst.

- Humans are awesome.

Like that story about your dad.

Hello, super empathy powers, right?

- He's the only human who's always made me feel accepted.

I miss him.

But every other human made my life miserable.

And even though I look like them,

they made me feel like I didn't belong.

- I'm bored. Are they gone yet?

[gasps]

- Ahh! Huh?

What?

Is this an inner ear?

Whoa.

- Huh, Buddy knows his anatomy.

- Wobbly it's not my aesthetic.

We have to get it back.

- Oh, I'm sorry, Cleo.

If I go out looking like this,

everyone will know werewolves exist.

- Help! - Cleo!

[dramatic music]

- [grunting]

Ahh!

Whoa!

[thud]

- Uh, was that an owl?

- Let's investigate.

- This feels ominous.

- Oh, my ghoul, what do I do?

- Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

I did not miss chickie nuggies night for this.

- Go human.

- But how?

Dad?

- Human.

- Hi.

- Hey. It's that weird girl.

- That's me.

And that jar isn't yours.

- Finders keepers, creeper.

[dramatic music]

- Don't let her get it, Buddy. - Hey!

[roaring]

- Oh, do you want to meet a monster?

There's a mummy right there.

[roaring]

And mummies love to eat sweaty teenagers

dipped in ketchup.

- [whimpering]

- [laughs]

- Mom, grease that baking pan

and preheat the oven to 450.

I'm coming home for nuggie night.

- Wait for us!

- Phew, we're safe.

OK, I know I'm me no matter what,

but I'd really like to look like a werewolf again.

[howling]

[howls]

Oh! [laughs]

I'm back, and furry as ever.

- I have never seen anything so monstrous.

- I think you mean so human.

- Not to burst your "down on my bad self" bubble,

but in Monster Grave School, we learn

that only the most powerful werewolves

can transform whenever they want,

without a full moon,

mega werewolf girl.

- My werewolf side might be really clawsome,

but I'm still half-human, too.

[both laugh]

- Do it again. Do it again.

- [laughs]

- She didn't even get in trouble like Romulus said,

and she can transform whenever.

Can you do that?

- Bet your barks I can.

[grunting with effort]

[farting]

Stop recording!

- Don't worry, it's set to private.

- Bet your barks I can.

[grunting with effort]

[farting]

[laughter]

[rewinding] [farting]

[laughter]

[eerie music]

?

- So where do you start your daily journal

when you're journaling about one

of the biggest days of your life?

Suppose at the Coffin Bean.

There was electricity in the air.

That and a delivery dragon.

[trash can growls]

- [gasps]

[squeals]

The schedule for picture day.

Clawdeen's at midnight. I'm at 12:15.

Frankie, you're last,

so you have the most time to prepare.

- Pickle Day?

Don't need time to prepare for that.

I'm always ready for a pickle.

- Picture day, Frankie.

The school just snaps your photo for the yearbook.

It's no biggie. - [laughs]

We don't have paltry yearbooks at Monster High.

We have Fearbooks.

This is last year's.

They use a monster camera with special powers.

It can create photographs that show the essence

or true inner self of their subjects.

- Creeperiffic.

A camera that can steal your soul!

- Oh, please, Clawdeen, don't be ridiculous.

That'd only happen if it was somehow hit with a life spark.

- [gasps] Huh?

- Anyboo--

- Is Cleo's essence sneezing?

- Eh, there's only so much the camera can do.

You have to choose how to show off

what you got and time it right.

Tragic when the camera captures an awkward moment,

immortalizing it in the Fearbook and our IDs forever.

[electricity crackles]

[bell dings]

- Give me your finest iced sar-coffee-gus,

winged servant.

- Nevermore.

- [gasps] Thing of evil!

Don't you know who I am?

- Nevermore?

- [sniffs]

[sneezes]

- That'll be $4.99.

Nevermore.

- But you two have nothing to worry about

for your first Fearbook pic.

- How's this?

My glasses can show off my human side.

- Ooh, adore a good accessory.

How about you, Frankie?

Any ideas?

- Hmm, there's a lot of parts that make me me.

What if I got more than one essence?

Well, you have to pick one.

How am I supposed to know which side of me to put

in a photo forever?

Whoa! [electricity crackles]

[chuckles]

I'm feeling all feelings-y,

like there are little electric bolts in my stomach.

Every time I think about picking what to do

for the Fearbook, the bolts build up, and I--

oh! [electricity zapping]

- Ahh!

I think you might be nervous.

At least you get cool zappy powers.

I usually just sweat a lot.

- I know how to cure those zaps.

iBall, activate avatar build mode.

Finding Frankie's perfect look will put them at ease.

How about this?

- Oh, I like the ruffles.

Oh, and the suit.

And those voltageous biker shorts.

- Better one, better two.

- Ooh. - Three.

One, two, three.

One, two--

[electricity zapping]

[barking]

- Uh, I'm sorry.

It's just I can see myself wearing all of these looks.

How can I pick?

- Frankie, you are speaking my language right now.

- Don't we usually speak the same language?

- I mean, I get it.

Once, I held up the lunch line for 20 minutes

while I decided between wheat or rye.

- I'm more of a pumpernickel fan, myself.

- What I'm trying to say is, choices can be easier

after a moment of reflection.

- But what if my reflection's all sorts of things,

more things than--oh!

That's when I decided being me was too complicated.

Maybe I could be someone else.

I know what I must do.

- That's great! What--

oh, OK.

[power chord plays]

- And that's how I'll pose with Sally--

that's my guitar-- for this year's Fearbook pic.

Here, you try.

- Oh, thanks, Finnegan.

OK, Sally.

Time to strike a chord.

Er, uh, pose.

[discordant guitar chord] [electricity buzzing]

[discordant guitar chord] [electricity buzzing]

Whoa! Oh, zaps.

- Of course you would want to be like me.

Who wouldn't?

First, move with the grace of a pharaoh.

- Welcome, Cleo!

- Next picture, please.

- Yes, my turn.

And this time, I am taking the perfect picture.

Remember, Frankie, chin down, eyes up, cheek turned,

hands relaxed, pinky popped, elbow inverted,

ankles back, big toes crossed, and then smize.

Smize as if your life depends on it.

- Elbow inverted, ankles back, big toes crossed?

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

[beeping]

[camera clicks]

- Picture taken.

Next picture, please.

- Oh! Oh, I'm so sorry, Cleo!

- [sobbing]

- Next picture, please.

- Well, since you're here,

we can fit you in now, Frankie Stein.

- Oh. Um, OK.

Sure. Right.

Wait, wait, wait.

Hang on.

[grunts]

[electricity buzzing]

- Mx. Stein, time to pick how you want

to look for the photo.

- Wait!

[electricity zapping]

[screams]

- Sorry, I'll be back. Bye.

- Oh. [laughs]

where are my glasses?

[dramatic music]

?

Oh. Oh!

- Next picture, please.

[camera zaps]

- Oh!

I've always wondered what the pocket dimension

of a monster camera is like.

Well, this isn't so bad.

I'll just wait for someone to--

- Do you know what?

No.

This pharaoh will not suffer another year

with a bad picture!

[camera zaps]

- Ah, I see how this could become a problem.

- [groans]

- Hey, handsome.

Looking good.

- Your Fearbook photo will be fantassstic.

- [gasps]

Oh, I stoned my iCoffin... again.

- Yesss, technology succumbs to our powersss.

- Hi, Deuce.

- Hey, Frankie. You OK?

- It's picture day, and I'm so nervous,

I'm all zappy.

Does that ever happen to you?

Oh, wait.

You never get nervous.

You're too cool. - Oh, Frankie.

The Deuce dude gets all sorts of nervous.

But being cool has nothing to do with nerves.

You just got to know who you are and own it.

- But I've been trying to own "it" all day,

but I still don't know what "it" even is.

- Maybe you just need a confidence booster.

Here. - [gasps]

Really?

Super cool.

[screaming] [camera zapping]

- Next picture, please.

- Ahh!

?

- Every week, it feels like we're running for our lives.

- I love this school!

- The coolness is strong with you.

- Frankie, Deuce, we need to get out of here.

- The monster camera is on a rampa--

[both gasp]

- Next picture, please.

- My zaps.

The life spark. - Come on!

Whoa! - Oh!

?

- Ugh. The reception here

is going to be the undeath of me.

- Why couldn't I have just picked a look for my photo

and not made things so complicated?

- 'Cause you're a complicated monster,

and that's awesome. - Really?

- There's no liar snake on my head, Frankie.

I speak the truth.

[monster camera whirring]

- Uh-oh. Run!

- You go.

The Deuce bro's got this.

Hey, camera!

[dramatic music]

?

[clock ticking]

?

[clock chiming]

[lasers zapping]

[grunting]

?

- Deuce!

- Last picture of the day, Frankie Stein.

- Huh?

Oh. Come on, brain.

We're on our own.

Does any part of me know about monster cameras?

Think.

It's a camera that absorbs monsters,

but it's also a monster, right?

Right. Right!

- Last picture of the day.

- Problem is, I'd need 100 me's to take on that thing.

[gasps]

Wait a minute!

?

Yoo-hoo!

?

[camera zaps]

?

Ooh, so close.

[camera growls, zaps]

?

No, wait.

I'm over here.

?

Come on.

You almost...

got me.

[camera zaps]

[dramatic tone]

Gotcha.

- Last picture.

[zap]

- Whoa-oh!

Frankie, that was amazing!

- You did it!

all: Whoa!

- That was the coolest!

- So when the camera took its own photo,

it got pulled into its own pocket dimension,

which destroyed it.

Classic feedback loop.

Anyway, Mrs. O'Shriek pulled out a spare camera,

and I took my photo as just plain old me.

- It's here.

- Already?

- Look, it's me.

It's all of me.

- No matter how my allergies plot against me,

I am not leaving until we get this right.

OK, ready.

[sneezing] [camera clicks]

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