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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]

* *

- [cackling]

- So yesterday, I was working in the lab

on my greatest creation yet,

the Term Papernator!

I called it that because I convinced

our teacher to let me invent a robot instead

of writing a long report.

[beeping] Ahh!

[coughs] [sighs]

Just need--huh? Ah.

This!

[barks] Thanks, my little

lab partner in mad science.

[barks]

A best frankenfriend friend like you is all I need.

[rattling]

Uhh--

[crashing]

[gasps] Well, all I need is you and more time

to figure this thing out.

Good thing the Term Papernator isn't due yet. Wait!

That's not this month!

Oh, zap!

Not much time. Ugh.

[breathes deeply]

At least I got my Watzie.

Watzie?

[dragon rumbling]

[electricity crackling]

Whoa, did you have a brain bin memory?

- Mm-hmm! - What--what did you see?

I bet it was something fun, like playing

in a pit full of bones. - [whining]

- Huh, your tail's never been droopy before.

What's wrong?

[panting]

Dragons. - [barks]

That gave you a memory?

I don't know much about dragons,

but I do know a delivery dragon.

Come on. - [barks]

- I made you enough stir fright rice

and diced haunt dogs for the trip.

Farewell, Mortimer!

- [whines] - Ahh!

[barks] [pants]

- Oh, oh. It's just you, Watzie.

- And just me, too.

- How may I help you, Frankie?

- Actually, Headmistress, I wanted

the delivery dragon's help.

- Sorry, but Mortimer has gone for his yearly dragon

migration, of course.

- [whines] - But I know a thing or two

about dragons, if I can be of assistance.

- Uh-huh! - Ah!

Careful, Watzie!

That's six years of work you might break.

- Hmm, it looks like you're doing vampersize,

but don't know what that's gotta do with dragons.

- [whining]

- Oh, right, your tail is from a dragon,

just like my pinkie toe was from a zombie podiatrist.

- Shoes.

- [whimpers, whines]

- Oh, since you've got a bit of dragon,

you wanna go on the migration, too.

- [barks] - Go ahead.

See you at dinner tonight.

I got you a can of your favorite bistle

and gristle food.

- Actually, Frankie, the dragon migration

lasts three moon phases.

The dragon friends gather at Fang Fire Island for a really,

really long creep over party.

- Three moon phases?

That's, like, an eternity.

I'm gonna miss you so much.

Just thinking about it makes my heart all hurty.

- [whines]

- Aw, thanks, but you gotta go, right?

[dragons roaring]

- [whimpering]

- No? Well, that's super news!

- Well, if Watzie wants to stay with you,

then maybe it works differently for franken-part-dragons

like him. - That's gotta be it.

Thanks, Headmistress. [slams door]

[clattering] - Oh, oh!

- Don't worry, Watzie.

If you need something to keep you undroopy,

then I know exactly what to do.

Well, I don't know.

But I know that Clawdeen and Draculaura will.

- I don't know what to do. - Me either.

But my monster encyclopedia will.

Says here that a dragon's instinct is what makes it

take flight and migrate. - Mm-mm.

- So why didn't he do that?

- Well, it looked like he wanted to go,

but then he didn't.

Which made me happy, 'cause thinking of all that time

without him felt like my heart was

being chewed up by a giant mouth of big, sharp teeth.

- We don't always do what our instincts tell us,

especially when it's a tough choice.

Same for dragons, Watzie?

- [whimpering]

- Oh, bolts. It's the double-droopies.

We gotta do something that dragons like. Quick!

- Yeah. Let's get our dragon on.

- Don't you worry, Watzie.

I'm gonna make sure you get the best dragon day ever.

- First, dragons love treasure, especially jewels.

- Who doesn't?

- [sniffs, whimpers]

- Ohh, I see.

Holding out for the good stuff, hmm?

Here, put these on.

Feast your eyes on the Cleo collection extraordinaire.

[shimmering tone]

My parents always give me jewelry for my birthday.

If they even looked at my Amazombie wish list,

they'd know I've wanted a new harp for the last 500 years.

But alas, showered with sparkles.

- [sniffs]

- [gasps] - [whimpers]

- Thanks, Cleo.

But Watzie is even droopier than before.

We'll need to try something else.

- Ooh! Ow, ow, ow, silver!

This pile needs a vampire hazard warning.

- Next up, dragons love fire.

- Anything to help a fellow fiend in need.

There's no flame I wouldn't fan,

no fire I wouldn't stoke--

[phone chimes] Uh-oh.

I'm late for "Days of Our Undead Lives" with my Gammy.

And it's the season finale!

- Oh, he's still sad and droopy.

- There must be something else in that book we can try.

- Oh! How about--

- * Gonna show you all the magic *

* Gonna take you round the world *

* Time to get this party started *

* Get that pep back in your paws *

* So turn that frown upside down, raise those claws *

* Let's go *

* Gonna find that fire inside of you *

* And light it up light it up *

* When we get together we're ready to *

* Light it up light it up *

* *

* It's your time you know it *

* Got some tricks up our sleeves *

* Yeah, we're gonna do it right *

* Get that crew together and it's gonna be a riot *

* Drop the truth it's a scoop *

* We're about to hit the sky *

* Where we go nobody knows *

* Together we will fly *

* *

* Light it up, light it up *

* *

* Light it up, light it up *

[tools clanging]

- I don't know why I didn't realize it sooner.

- [yelps] [zapping]

- Dragon migration is all about flying together!

I can fly with Watzie.

- You sure this is gonna work?

- Flying is dead simple, once you get the hang of it.

Just flap your wings.

- Once we fly together, Watzie will be happy again.

I feel it in my interchangeable limbs

that this is gonna work.

- Oh, at last, my model is complete.

- Flap my wings, flap my wings!

- [gasps] My model!

- Oops!

Oh, sorry, Headmistress.

So, see you in detention.

Flap my wings, flap my wings! Oh!

[crashing]

[poof] - You OK?

- Oh, it went different than I imagined.

- I flapped, but I did not fly.

- Wait. Where's Watzie?

- [groans] - Drooping ears,

drooping tail, drooping wings.

Oh, no! The triple-droopies.

Ohh, I'm the worst bestie ever.

- [whimpering]

- Oh, I should be comforting you.

I just don't know how to.

- There's nothing left in the monster encyclopedia.

- There is one last thing we can do.

Spa day! [giggles]

Spas started on Fang Fire Island

with the dragons' yearly grooming rituals.

Nothing cures a case of the dragon droopies

like molten maniclaws.

- [sighs] This pawdicure bath is killer.

I can really feel the wyvern venom

eating away at my calluses.

- Is this what you've been wanting, Watzie?

Ah! Spilled lava polish! - [barking]

- Watch out!

- Maniclaws another day.

Polish remover, take it away!

[poof]

- [whimpers] - Oh, Watzie.

You still seem so sad, like your heart got all chewed up.

- You know, Frankie, I think Watzie's dragon piece

still needs to go, but all his other pieces

wanna stay with you. - [whimpers]

- Mm-hmm.

That's definitely the look of "I love you,

and I don't wanna do anything that would make you sad."

- But if he still needs dragon stuff,

does that mean I'm not enough?

That I'm the wrong best frankenfriend for him?

- Whoa, whoa, whoa. Just because your friend

needs something in addition to you

doesn't mean there's something wrong with you.

- Yeah. No one can be everything to anyone,

not even me.

- Guess that's true.

I mean, you two are my best friends ever.

But if I wanna go swimming,

I go with Lagoona, because Draculaura takes forever

to apply sunscreen.

Or when I wanna play video games,

I wanna do that with Ghoulia, because you two always talk

through the cutscenes. Or-- - OK, OK. We get it.

- But even though missing you will hurt,

my love is a lot bigger and a lot stronger.

And I don't want you to do anything

that makes you hurt just because you

don't want me to hurt.

Watzie Stein, my partner in mad science and best

frankenfriend forever, I want you to go on your migration.

I'll--I'll be OK here.

And nothing can make me feel better

than knowing you're happy.

- [barks happily]

* *

[growling happily]

[panting]

- I know it's hard,

but you did the right thing.

- Maybe I should be like Cleo and wear

my heart outside my body.

It just hurts my insides too much.

- You let Watzie go because you love him.

- And I'd do anything to make him happy.

Huh, the spa day did work.

Well, the friend part, not the spa part.

- The spa works in mysterious ways.

- I sure miss Watzie.

But I know he'll be back soon.

And while he's gone, I'm extra glad

that I have lots of different kinds of best friends, too.

- Did someone say zappuccinos?

- Nope, I didn't say anything.

- Draculaura meant we brought snacks.

- One of my body parts must have been

really good in a past life to deserve friends

as good as you. - Don't mention it.

Or do, publicly and profusely.

[phone buzzes] - Ooh, a text from Watzie!

He's making new friends!

Oh, I'm so happy for him.

all: Aww!

[plodding electronic music]

* *

- Eek! Only 10 minutes

to do my eyeball journal before class.

I was totally going to do it while I was home

for the weekend, but Dad kept my schedule packed.

Then I planned to do it as soon as I got back to Monster High.

But Frankie and Clawdeen just got back

from their weekends home,

and we had a lot of catching up to do.

[all squealing, giggling]

I missed you both so much!

How was your first time hiking, Frankie?

- I loved it!

But now I can't wait to slip into my house feet.

Grab them for me, Clawdeen?

- [sniffs] Yuck!

- Here, allow me to lend a hand without using my actual hands.

- Whoa! You're really getting good at witchcraft, Draculaura.

- Speaking of, how was your weekend in Transylvania?

- It was OK.

I love my dad and hanging out with everyone at the mansion,

and I can cope without witchcraft for one weekend.

But when I'm there, everyone treats me

like a baby bloodsucker.

I can't fly alone, I have a 6:00 AM curfew,

I have to take midnight dirt naps,

and I still have a babysitter

hovering over-- - [screeches]

- Count Fabulous?

- Who? - Bat-truder!

- [gasps]

- Um, we're in the floating wing of Monster High,

and, um--

I've been practicing witchcraft.

- [squeaks] - I'm going to tell Dad

when the time is right.

Is that OK?

- [chirps] - Thanks.

- [clears throat]

Oh, right.

Frankie, Clawdeen, meet Count Fabulous.

- Ohh, what a cutie! Hi, I'm--

- Mm-mm. - Oh.

- That brain bit from the King of Goreway paid off.

Why didn't you say you got a new bat?

- Oh, he's not new.

All baby vampires have a bat.

They're like our babysitters.

But now that I'm in my teenage centuries,

he's supposed to be going into retirement.

- [chirps] - Oh, my old cuddle jammies?

You thought I needed them here, now?

Count, I'm not a baby bloodsucker!

Ugh! - Ooh.

I've got something that'll turn that fangy frown upside down.

While Dad was telling Clawd all his greatest hit stories,

I went to a witch pop-up and found this.

- [gasps] A witchcraft codex?

[squeals] That is the book for high-level witchcraft.

- When I saw it, I knew I had to get it for you.

- Hmm. No instructions?

Find the sound, read aloud!

[all gasp]

- Voltageous. - Clawesome.

- Chapter 1: Welcome to the wonderful world of witchcraft.

Wait a minute. I don't usually say that.

I don't usually say anything.

What's going on?

- A little speaking spell.

- Well done, young witch.

Sounds like you're ringing for the spells I'm bringing.

The thing is, the only way to unlock me

is with your true witch's familiar.

- Your familiar?

What's that?

- A witch's companion animal.

It's usually a cat, hence the paw print.

But I don't have one.

- Are you sure you're a witch?

- Well, um-- I'm self-taught, and--

- Um, Draculaura's not your traditional witch.

She's also a vampire.

- A vampire witch?

This is all very weird.

But if you don't get your familiar to open me

in six hours, my spells will be lost to you forever

when I self-destruct. [clock ticking]

- What? - If you self-destruct,

do I get a refund? - Nope.

High-level spells can't fall into the hands

of low-grade baby witches who can't handle the magic.

Plus, it adds stakes!

- Stakes? Vampires are not fans of stakes.

OK, this isn't a big deal.

Hmm.

A witch's familiar should be close to the witch.

Maybe mine showed up while we were gone.

Uh, familiar?

Are you here?

- I'll look in the wardrobe.

- And I'll look behind this giant pile of homework.

Homework? Oh, zaps.

I haven't done my homework yet.

- Oh, furballs. Neither have I.

- Same.

- I do contain a homework-in-a-flash spell.

But I can't just give away all this witchy goodness

to non-real witch amateurs.

So, bye!

- Come on, boos.

The key to all of it is to find my familiar.

- Hey, maybe it's Count Fabulous.

[squawks] - Ah, that's sweet, Frankie,

but the paw print is clearly cat.

Maybe my cat just got lost trying to find me in the maze

of Monster High's halls.

You can stay here.

I don't need you looking after me.

- [whimpers]

I've searched tower to tunnels, and no familiar anywhere.

- All I found was some old popcorn under a seat

in the clawditorium.

[sucking teeth] Oh. Kernel stuck in my tooth.

- Hmm.

I've been using my werewolf eyes to search,

but maybe my werewolf howl will find that familiar.

[howls]

[cats meowing, growling] [rumbling]

Ahh! I didn't know my own power!

[both gasp] [cats meowing]

- Ah! Ah!

This paw is not the paw we're looking for.

[cats clamoring] - [struggling efforts]

Who knew herding cats would be like herding cats?

[meowing]

[buzzer]

[snarls]

[buzzes]

- [sighs]

- [snarls] - Oh! Ah!

[buzzes]

Ahh!

- [purring]

[sighs]

- [screeches] - Ow!

That's all the cats.

Not a single one was my familiar.

- I'm starting to think it may be easier

just to do our homework.

- I think we're in too deep.

Six feet deep.

- Ugh!

And honestly, it's not even about the homework.

- Really?

Pretty sure that's exactly what it was about for me.

- It's just--

I know I'm a good witch, and I'm ready

for the spells in here.

I'm ready to get a familiar.

I have to be.

Because if I'm not good enough by now, will I ever be?

Maybe vampires just aren't meant to be witches.

- [squeals] Tada!

Hmm?

- Nosbearatu used to always make me feel better.

But not anymore.

- Hey, Count?

I can tell you love Dracu-- - [grunts]

- Ugh.

How do I get a fancy bat to listen?

- New plan!

- Oh, well.

This is a lovely place to spend my final moments.

- Actually, codex, I can't let you self-destruct.

My witchhood and straight-A average depends on it.

If I'm going to open you, it's going to be with witchcraft.

Eyes frightening, end is nigh.

Send lightning from the sky!

[lightning zapping]

- [screaming]

- [gasps] Frankie, are you OK?

- Ah, just a little staticky.

My charge is an excellent conductor.

[zapping]

- Oh, sorry.

My fur makes me super susceptible to static cling.

[grunts] - Whoa.

Maybe I should take a step back.

- Send lightning from the sky!

[zapping]

- [grunting]

Uh, maybe a little farther.

Ugh! [thumping]

[buzzing]

- Uh, sorry. Static cling.

Again.

- Send lightning from the sky!

[zapping]

Did it work? - I'd look,

but I got a big static cling thing happening.

[cats meowing]

- We have a few more minutes.

Think, brains, think!

- You two are the best boos.

But I think I need to face the facts.

Maybe I am just a baby bloodsucker

who will never be a witch, and needs her bat

to babysit her forever.

[somber music]

* *

- Good evening, Count!

I, uh, knoweth ye have knowneth Draculaura for a long time.

But sometimes, as we grow up, things that worked before

don't work anymore.

And maybe the best thing your Countness can do right now

is listen-eth.

- You want to know what's going on in there?

- Mm-hmm.

- Well, I appreciate you.

But you have to realize I'm a teenager,

and my problems can't be solved with baby stuff.

Some of them can't be solved at all.

- [grunts]

- [chuckles] Thanks, Count.

I know you're supposed to be retiring now.

And even if I want to leave my baby vampire identity behind,

I don't want to leave you.

Instead of baby bloodsucker and baby bloodsucker-sitter,

maybe we can be friends?

- Mm-hmm.

- Great.

You're my favorite, even if you're not my familiar.

- Well, looks like time's almost--

[audio slows]

- [meows]

[clock ticking]

[chimes]

- Out?

- You're a shapeshifter? - [meows]

- And you're my familiar!

- What a relief.

Should have listened to frankenfriend over there.

They called it from the beginning.

- He's right.

Sorry, Frankie.

- Eh, you can make it up to me by helping me not flunk.

- On the plus side, you figured out that you have a familiar

who loves you for who you are.

And he's a bat-cat, just like you're a witch-vamp.

That's like a two-for-one deal.

[screaming]

- Our homework!

Now, let's see here.

[chimes]

Time is short, the work undone.

So the homework's done, and now so is my monster minute.

[meows] [screaming]

Come on, Count.

Mrs. O'Shriek is gonna love you.

- Help a witch out, and what thanks do I get?

Alone, abandoned.

You could at least drop me off at the library!

[spooky music]

* *

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