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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.

- So casketball tryouts are coming up,

and Clawdeen wanted to know everything about the team.

- Deuce, are you sure this is a casketball team photo?

Looks like a Gorgon family reunion.

- Eh, it's like that now.

Used to be they didn't let gorgons play,

but once we broke the stone ceiling,

they saw how good we were at bringing home the gold.

And it's all thanks to the winningest gorgon ever,

the first to prove

that she wouldn't turn everybody to stone

if they let her play:

my own Mom-dusa.

- And you're continuing the family tradition

of total domination?

- Pshh, you know it!

Gorgons have one mantra.

all: Winning is what gorgons do.

- Lucky me. Coached by the best.

So what's first?

Batblocking? Layup from six feet under?

- Making candy.

- Oh, yeah! Time to make some cand--

making candy?

- We're scales deep in the Monster High

annual casketball team bake sale fundraiser,

and the player that sells the most gets a trophy.

- When is the fundraiser? - In about ten minutes.

- Deuce! - Chill!

Prepare to be amazed

by the newest thing in gorgon powers!

- Sugar? You're gonna turn it to stone?

- Not stone.

Rock candy! Give it a lick.

- [sniffs, licks]

Yum! Awoo!

You're gonna win, for sure.

- Well, winning is what gorgons do.

[chuckles]

Then I'm going

to lord that trophy over everyone.

- As a maybe-future casketball team member, pending tryouts,

welcome to the casketball fundraiser!

- Mmm, I can always go for a bite.

- Let's follow our noses.

I just got mine recalibrated.

[sniffs] - what's up, Frankie?

Try my cr�me br�l�e?

- Um, these aren't cooked, Heath.

- I just got to get myself fired up.

Ah, here we go, an article

on the bleaching of the Great Scarier Reef.

Mm-hmm...mm-hmm.

Mm-hmm!

What? Destroying habitats?

That's an outrage!

Cooked with the power of my rage.

all: Mmm!

[game console chirping]

- Hi, Ghoulia! - [gasps]

Get your soft and fleshy whole-braaaaain--

uh, I mean, whole-brain bread here.

- Um, no thank you.

Look, it's Deuce! - Hmm?

- [chuckles] Yep!

- Clawdeen has been howling about your recipe, Deuce.

- She's got good taste.

- Ooh! - [hisses]

- I'm sorry. No free samples.

The name of the game is to sell out,

not give away, because...

all: Winning is what gorgons do.

- Yeah, I remember.

- Zaparoni, that's good! - Told you.

- Thanks, Deuce.

[iCasket ringing]

- Hey, Mom-dusa!

- Hello, my little argonaut.

How's it going with the fundraiser?

- [chuckles]

Homer's gonna have to come out of retirement

and write a poem about me because this is epic!

I got a steady stream of customers already.

- Just steady?

Is everything okay? Do you need my help?

I can cash in my credit card points

and be on an Air Icarus redeye to you in no time.

- Mom, no need. I got this.

- I know you do.

Do you mind listening to a podcasket

just a sec, my little gorgonzola?

I'm going to have a hissy fit with your snakes!

Snakes, our standing as gorgons

is still tenuous at Monster High.

So I love you, clean your scales,

and remember, a gorgon never loses.

You must ensure he wins.

all: Yes, Mom-dusa.

- Break's over.

We need to sell more of this stuff.

Remember, what's the most important thing?

- Winning.

Draculaura, would you give my candy a shout-out

on your EekTok in exchange for a pound of it?

- [hiss] - Uh, half a pound?

Sorry. Greed's a tough negotiator.

- If you insist.

Boo to you, Fang Gang!

Did you know Deuce's candy is to die for?

Mmm-mmm!

Come get yours at Deuce's booth in the lobby.

[iCaskets chiming] - Huh?

- Come on. - It's so good.

- Oh, yeah. - Oh, yeah!

- I want more. - [gasps]

- Food now! - I want candy!

[Watzie barking] [knocks at door]

- Hey, sold out and got a whole pile of orders to make.

Tomorrow night, that trophy is mine.

- Do you really think

you can get all these orders done by tomorrow?

- Yeah, this one's for 700 pounds of candy.

- Friends help friends, right?

[bell tolling]

[tense music]

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- [yawns]

- [yawns]

I've never been this exhausted

in my entire afterlife.

- [yawns]

Nope. Nope, nope, nope.

Stay awake...

- Oh, wait till Mom-dusa sees me with that trophy.

She's gonna be so...

[yawns] Sleepy.

all: [gasp] Deuce! - Whoa!

Huh, reflecting the beam off the candy

turns another object into candy.

Didn't see that coming.

[chuckles] See what I did there?

all: Aah!

- Deuce-- - Huh? Huh?

- You should take ten.

Or 20. Or the rest of the day.

- What makes you say that? - Call it a hunch.

You need a break.

- What he needs are friends that will support him.

- Maybe you're jealous

'cause he's such a winner and you're not.

- Hey! Too far, Envy! - No one talks to my friend

like that! - Deuce, is this how you feel?

- I mean, no, but also,

I thought you knew this trophy is a big deal for me.

So I gotta--

- Maybe gorgons don't need breaks, but we do.

- Ugh, all of my bodies are aching.

- Let's head back to the dorm.

- We'll see you tomorrow. Try not to stay up too late.

- Uh-- - Six pounds.

- Come on, Deuce. - Focus.

- Okay. Okay, candy.

Yeah, let's make candy.

[yawns]

[snoring]

- Now what we are gonna do?

We need more delicious candies! Mom-dusa's counting on us!

- Well, I've got an idea.

The best idea anybody's ever had.

- [snoring]

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- Forget the glasses.

It'll be easier to keep his eyes open.

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- [snoring]

- Excuse me. - [hisses]

- We are here for our candy.

- I'm up. Let's win.

- Yes. - Candies coming right up.

- Candy. - Candy.

- More candy. Gorgons win.

[both gasp]

- [snoring] - Whoa!

- Duck! - Oh, my!

- I want seconds on Heath's--

[all gasp]

What?

- Did he turn them to stone?

Aah! - Nope.

[licks] Candy.

How can something so bad taste so good?

- Hide!

- Deuce doesn't have his sunglasses.

Draculaura, do you have an extra pair?

- What self-respecting vampire would leave home without them?

And I've been working on some levitation magic.

Uh, you go ahead.

We'll just stay back here

where we won't be turned into sweet treats.

- Deuce, you have to snap out of it.

- Huh? Clawdeen?

Um, why is everyone candy?

- In your sugar crash, you caramelized our classmates

and your casketball teammates.

- Don't listen to her! Venomous lies!

If the competition is frozen, they can't beat us.

- Snakes, I'm always down to listen to what you're hissing,

but I've had just about enough of you for today.

You can't talk to my friends like that.

And those stiffs are my teammates.

They are more important than any trophy.

So I'm sorry, but lights out, snakes.

- No! all: No!

- So what now?

- Ooh, the gorgon scientist bit in my brain

got me thinking that

whenever Deuce's gorgon beam is refracted through a substance,

it makes whatever it hits

take on the substance's characteristics.

- So if blasting them through the rock candy

made them high fructose,

all we got to do is blast them again

with something...fleshy? - Hmm?

[gasps] Ghoulia's whole-brain bread!

- But we can't just take her bread.

We have to buy it, and it's surprisingly expensive.

- Deuce can pay for it.

- Oh, hard pass

with a no from the three-point line.

If we do that, then she'll win.

And more importantly, I'll lose.

But maybe my vision in all this has been a bit cycloptic.

Winning is what gorgons do,

but making things right is what I do.

Plus, bros don't candy-coat bros.

That's the bro code.

If I don't follow it,

I can get arrested by the bro-lice.

- Is that real? - Oh, no.

Can't talk about it. That's also a part of the code.

[upbeat music]

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- Whoo!

- What happened?

- Uh... - I feel sticky.

- Does it smell like sugar toast in here?

[laughter]

[cheers and applause]

- Whoa, Ghoulia won!

- Thanks. I can't believe I sold so much.

- Let's go celebrate, Deuce.

Deuce?

- And that's how I won napping.

But more importantly, I figured out

that winning wasn't that big of a deal.

Back in the day, gorgons may have needed to constantly win

to fit into monster society,

but now I think it's just about being a good dude.

And I also learned an even more important lesson.

I can pull off literally anything.

Ca-cha!

- So it's officially...

- The weekend!

My favorite non-weekday time of the week.

- My first weekend some since,

well, I found out that monsters were real,

discovered Monster High,

and realized that I'm a werewolf.

- Ugh, I absolutely require that you send pics

of all the human stuff that you do.

- Cleo, she's telling her dad she's a werewolf.

- And getting big, warm dad hugs after he finds out!

- I hope so.

My dad's usually super supportive,

but anytime I mention monster stuff, he gets all weird.

- Well, luckily that enchanted letter

Bloodgood sent to your dad

seems to have kept your secret so far,

so maybe you don't need to tell him at all.

- But I miss being so close to him.

And I have questions about my mom.

[iCasket chiming]

- Wow, Draculaura just got her 90,000th follower on EekTok.

[cheers]

- 90,000?

- It's not how many followers that counts.

My real boos are the only boos that matter.

Aw! - Yeah!

- [gasps] It's almost sunrise?

Got to pack for my trip home to the human world.

- How can I get 90,000 followers

when monsters don't have the refined palette needed

to appreciate my style and curated posts?

- [chirps] - Humans?

There a lot more than 90,000 humans.

[scarabs chirping]

- Aah, bugs!

- Scarabs!

My cutie curse carry-outers can't resist moon chips.

Come, my little beetle babies.

I could tell how nervous you were

about your big reveal.

I want to go with and be your monster support system.

- For real?

Aw, that's so sweet, Cleo.

- [chirps]

[tense music]

- Now remember, Cleo--

- [sighs] Yes, yes.

While you prance about in your humanity,

I'll remain secreted away like a precious jewel.

Oh.

So human.

The doors don't even have teeth?

- You can use my laptop or read or whatever.

Just quietly, please.

- I'll be silent as a sarcophagus,

checking out your...

ooh, old fearbook.

[Crescent barks] - Dad and Crescent are back.

Okay. I can do this, right?

- Monster emotional support system on.

You're freaky. You're fab.

You've got this in the bag.

[sighs]

[Crescent barks]

[chuckles] Crescent, I thought you were--

- Sweetie pups! - Dad!

- Need help with your stuff? - No!

I mean, no, thank you.

I didn't bring anything. [crash]

Except for school supplies.

That must be them settling.

[sniffs] Hey, is that jambalaya I smell?

Can we eat? I'm starving.

[gasps] - Absolutely!

Grammy's famous New Orleans jambalaya is ready.

- Shh.

- [grunts] Mummy's the word.

Look, these two have popularity to die for!

[gasps] Maybe I could...

- So, Dad, I wanted to tell you...

[munching]

- You wanted to tell me what?

- That the jambalaya is delicious.

- Yeah, you really wolfed that down.

- [chuckles weakly]

[gasps] Salt!

I, um--I needed the salt.

[chirping and barking]

- So what's new with you?

- Funny you should ask.

Um, well, I... [barking and scratching]

[gasps] Crescent, no!

Shh, shh.

Woof! [Crescent whines, barks]

[chuckles]

So, um, I...

[stammering]

Just a sec.

[computer keys clacking] - [gasps]

Whatever you heard, it wasn't me.

I have been super sushy

as I tracked those girls on the human socials.

- It's not you. It's me.

I can't tell my dad.

Monster stuff is easy,

but human heart stuff is way harder.

I'm a serious scaredy pup right now.

- Clawdeen, the last few weeks have been big for you.

And if you need time, you need time.

And that's fine, so chill.

- Thanks, Cleo.

- Emotional support, done.

Now back to me and my impending popularity!

- We're here at Cairo Diner eating Egyptian food.

- [gasps] 100,000 followers?

[chuckles]

Cairo Diner.

Oh, it's close.

100,000 followers, come to mummy!

- So how's school? - Great.

Last week, Frankie lost their hand and--

[gasps] Oh, no.

Oh, um, I mean, lost their hand...bag.

Handbag.

Oh, no. Where did she go?

[line trilling]

[iCasket ringing] [gasps]

[sniffs]

In human form, my canine smelling powers

aren't strong enough to track her.

- Clawdeen! - Aah!

- What's going on?

[pensive music]

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- My friend from school was in here, but now she's gone,

and I have to find her before humans see her.

And to track her, I have to...

[sighs]

- [gasps]

You...

[chuckles] You look just like your mom.

- You knew?

- Well, I did give you the moon claw, didn't I?

And I thought we could talk about it

when you got home on your birthday,

but you found Monster High so fast.

You thought I was enchanted,

and I wanted to be able to talk to you in person.

- But why didn't you tell me before?

- I should have,

but I was worried about losing you like I lost your mom.

I'm sorry, Clawdeen.

Can you forgive me?

- Of course.

It is a lot, but I need you to tell me about mom.

I know she went to Monster High,

and the werewolves there have these secrets.

I have to find out what really happened to her.

- I'm sorry, pupster. I don't know much.

- Please. Anything you can remember.

- She went on some sort of monster task

for the monster council and never came back.

I looked for so long,

but all I figured out is Mom had enemies.

I worried if they found me snooping,

something might happen to you too.

- You won't lose me, Dad.

Promise.

- Wait, did you say something about a missing friend?

- [gasps]

- So tell me

about your favorite Egyptian food?

- I adore baba ghanoush. Have you tried--

- [giggles] Good day, humans.

Want to collab, share followers,

you know, whatever?

- You must be the restaurant's mummy mascot.

- [gasps] Mascot? How dare y--

- Can we film you?

- Yes, I am.

It is I, the spooktacular mummy mascot.

- Wow, she never breaks character.

- Bow down before your master!

- So, Kaylee, want to show everyone

what you got at Always 16?

- Hey, human people, eyes on me.

[sighs] It appears their tastes are broken.

But I have other ways, don't I, my little beetle babies?

- If you need to find a monster,

you've come to the right place.

I have a little secret of my own.

I'm a monster researcher! [laughs]

- [chuckles] Now who's keeping secrets?

- That's how I met your mom. I love monsters.

Love them so much I even took

your mom's last name when we got married.

- I need to know all about that,

but after we find Cleo.

- Ecto-tracker.

Mummy-thermal print finder.

Ah, a monster mimicker might be of use.

[monster mimicker growling]

- Ew.

[sniffing]

[gasps] This way!

- [sighs]

No one's paying attention. [phones chiming]

Headmistress Bloodgood says

I can't curse monsters into following me,

but she didn't say anything about humans.

- Uh-uh. [chirps]

- By the power of Horus,

I, Cleo de Nile,

bring upon this crowd

a mummy's curse.

- Nice special effects. - Is that a mummy?

- Um, isn't revealing the existence of monsters

to humans a big no-no?

- Oh, she'll be expelled, for sure.

And I'll get in trouble

for bringing her undead carcass here.

We have to get Cleo away from those people

before the curse gets worse.

[gasps]

[grunts]

- [gasps]

[scarabs chirping]

- [gasps]

[all scream]

- I cannot handle this!

- [sighs]

Cleo, remember the whole talk we had,

or did you leave your ear jar at school?

- Oh, hey, Clawdeen, can we push pause

on whatever you were about to say?

I was just about to get a whole beast-batch

of new followers.

- Cleo, you got to believe me,

the human world expert here,

that humans are not into being cursed.

You'll, uh, get unfollowed for that.

- What? I didn't know. I wanted them to like me.

- Then you need to get out of total curse territory.

Why don't you go with my dad and I'll take care of this?

- Oh, I'm telling you. She's a real mummy!

- That's right. A real mummy.

[monster mimicker growling]

[gasps] - Were you faking it Clawdeen?

- No, of course not.

You saw a real mummy. The realest. Tell everyone.

- As if! You can't fool us.

It was just some marketing stunt.

I'm deleting the pics.

You will not get a #ad from us.

- Cleo realized that followers aren't what it's all about,

so she went back to school

to work on her bonds with her real boos.

But I stayed since Dad and I had a lot to catch up on.

And, that's how I do my journal for Mrs. O'Shriek's class.

- So I just push this button to hear it back?

- So here's who I think is totally cute.

Aah! No, no, no, no, no!

Not that one! Stop! [grunts]

- Ooh...

[upbeat spooky music]

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