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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]

* *

- Hola, iBall!

Getting to know Gil these past few weeks

has been more refreshing than an ocean spray,

and more fun than scaring sailors on the salty seas.

We've played casketball...

- Yeah! - [gasps] Whoo-hoo!

- Oh. - [giggles]

Shared our favorite books...

And he took me on a deep dive

into his freshwater monster family

and their fin-tastic history.

- That's my ancestor,

the totally gnarly Flowgan Webber.

- Aw! You have his fins.

- And here are some pics from our family reunion last year.

- Hey, Lagoona. Hey, Gil.

Hey, photos of freshwater monsters.

Hey, sea monster talisman. - Huh?

Excuse me, Frankie?

- It's a little blurry, but I'm 97% sure

that's the sea monster talisman.

- Um, why does your family have my monsters' lost talisman?

- I'm telling you, it's not a talisman.

It's just a medal for the winner

of the Freshwater Challenge.

Whoever wins is the best at swimming,

boat-destroying, and stealth.

It's been a tradition for, like, hundreds of years.

- The written history around the Water Wars is sketchy.

The ancient language is impossible to translate.

But it makes sense that during the wars,

the freshwater monsters took the sea monster talisman.

And now the freshwater monsters are using the talisman

as a challenge medal.

- The Water Wars? Hmm.

I gotta bone up on my monster history.

- Oh, they were scary intense.

Freshwater monster versus sea monster.

Tidal waves, whirlpools, floods,

and the occasional looting.

- They stole from us? - No way.

My monster ancestors weren't thieves.

I can call my cousin Lochlan and clear this up.

- This Lochlan stole from my ancestors?

I will batter him with cornbread,

make him into fish sticks, and dip him in tartar sauce!

- Whoa, Goony! Calm that riptide.

Lochlan is, like, 20 years old.

The Water Wars were centuries ago.

- Also, before we turn anyone into fish food,

we should get a better look at the medal to make sure

this is really the talisman.

If it is, we need it for the Blood Moon Eclipse.

Please call him, Gil.

[touch tones dialing]

[phone beeps] - Gil!

Well met, young river cousin.

- Hey, Loch.

So um, can I see your challenge medal?

- Forsooth! Here it is.

Oh, but wait.

I can see by your thirsty eyes, you want a closer look.

- I do, actually. - Aha!

Well, the only way to get a closer look

is to possess the medal itself, and the only way

to get the medal is to win the challenge.

Therefore, you must be challenging me.

- Kind of fishy logic, but I dig it.

- Wait, wait, wait. I gotta say the thing.

"To the challenger, I will roam.

Meet you at the water of your home."

Yeah!

I am psyched!

See you tomorrow, Gil-man!

- So what just happened?

- I think we're having a Freshwater Challenge.

Whoo-hoo!

- Goony, I don't want you to be mad,

so I'm gonna win that medal tomorrow, okay?

Then you'll see that this was all a misunderstanding.

Lochlan will meet me in the water of my home.

I haven't even been here long enough to know where that is.

- It's the Monster High pond!

We can get there through the pipes.

- [grunts] - Ah!

[squelches] - [grunts]

Can't you give a goob a heads-up?

- Sorry, Goobert.

Wait, I don't have time to check out

the pond before the challenge.

I've gotta practice.

- If that's the talisman, it's the last one we need

to get my mom back, so I'll help you train.

- And I'll help, to ensure your victory in returning

my monsters' talisman.

- I wanna help too, 'cause I love a good training montage.

[rock music]

- The first part of the challenge

is an obstacle race to the water.

[whistle trills]

[snarling, clanking]

[grunting]

* *

- That was fast.

- It won't be the same with Loch's fish breath

right on my heels.

- If it's fish breath you need...

[whistle trills]

[panting]

[grunting]

- Gotta catch my gills. [pants]

- Wow. That was way faster.

- There's a water fountain if you need it.

- What now? Backstroking? Swan diving?

[gasps] Beachcombing?

- Next we gotta sink some ships.

Each freshwater competitor must destroy a sea vessel.

- Where are we going to get boats

for Gil to practice-sink?

- Oh, I have a boat builder's bicep.

We just need lumber, hammers, a few months--

- No need. I got us covered.

Before I went all in on music,

I went through a whole tote boats phase.

They're boats you can tote.

- [sniffs] Ah, delicious!

- Uh, that one's a collectible.

* *

- [chewing noisily]

- [gasps]

- [chomping]

- For the final part of our challenge,

competitors have to demonstrate stealth

by getting back to shore without anyone seeing.

- Sea monsters are also sneaky.

You gotta be untraceable when you're stalking tasty sailors.

But how will you practice that?

- All you gotta do is sneak up on Clawdeen.

- It's harder than it looks.

Her moonglow heightens her senses.

- Yep. I hear everything.

[sniffs] And smell everything.

There's a tuna stinkwich gone extra stinky in the fridge.

- Oh, that's mine. Be right back.

- I can do this.

- Third table from the back.

Garbage goblin at my 5 o'clock.

- [spits]

- Under the ice cream.

- [gasps]

- Did it! - [screams]

I mean, uh, clawesome job, Lagoona.

- Wait, how did you do that?

- Don't freshwater monsters have shark sneak mode?

I do it so much, I almost don't even think about it.

I would have thought freshwater monsters would have to be

sneaky to steal our talisman.

- We didn't steal it.

But I am going to steal one of Clawdeen's moon chips.

[chuckles] She won't see me coming.

- Whoa. How did you both get here?

That's next-level stealth.

- All you proved is that freshwater monsters

are good at stealing.

[suspenseful music]

- When I win, you'll get a close look

and see that the medal is not the same

as the sea monster talisman.

- Uh, but don't we want it to be?

- I do, with the whole needing it to save my mom thing.

- And us sea monsters would really dig

finding our lost talisman.

- The only one who doesn't want it to be the talisman is him.

- Well, let's all get a good day's sleep,

and things will hopefully be resolved

and less awkward tomorrow.

[tense music]

- Lagoona? Uh, can we talk?

If what everyone is saying is true,

it means my ancestors were thieves.

Freshwater monsters are supposed to be vicious,

stealthy swimmers, not artifact-stealing pirates.

- Of course not.

If you were pirates, we would have eaten you.

But like it or not, this happened.

Neither of us can change what happened in history.

But we can make new choices to change the future.

Just to be clear, changing the future

means the sea monsters get their talisman back.

[water burbling, splashing]

[bagpipe music]

- The medal for the winner.

Gillington Webber, my freshwater challenger!

Are you ready to do this?

[somber music]

- No, I'm not.

Lagoona is the one who should do the challenge.

- What? Me?

- You're faster, stronger, and way better

at sinking ships than me.

- That's true.

I have a gift for sinking ships.

- But the biggest reason you should do it

is because that's the sea monster talisman.

Deep in my gills, I-- I think I always knew.

I just didn't wanna believe it.

It doesn't belong with the freshwater monsters,

and I know you can get it back.

- Thank you, Gil.

- I don't know what that was all about,

but no monster of the freshwater

or monster of the sea

is gonna get this medal without challenging me.

- Then I will challenge you.

Get ready to be crushed in the wave of my watery dominance!

- [laughs] Challenge accepted!

We race, we sink a ship, then we prove our stealth

as we sneak back to shore.

Whoever gets to the medal first wins.

- [gulps]

[chomping]

[grunting]

- Um, your cousin is very fast.

[suspenseful music]

- [grunts]

- Goony, there's no monster on land or sea

or air more destructive than you.

You can win this, but you've gotta go now.

- [grunting]

[grunts, yells]

- Yeah!

- Go, Goony!

- Now for total boat destruction!

- Whoa!

Ah.

- Um, Gil, you didn't mention

that your cousin has tentacles.

- It's okay. She can win this.

- [grunting]

[yells]

[wood cracking]

* *

- Oh, this must be the stealth part.

- I don't see anything, and I have really good night vision.

- Hi!

[all cheering]

Sea monster stealth for the win!

- Lagoona!

Hail the new Freshwater Champion!

- Maybe needs a new title, but thanks!

- Yeah, Lagoona!

You reclaimed the relic of our monster kind.

Rock on!

- Last talisman found!

[howls]

- Hey, Gil?

After I take care of the whole monster representative duties

at the Blood Moon Eclipse,

we could go boat hunting together sometime?

- Rain or shine, saltwater or fresh, I'm there, Goony.

Also, I'm really glad the sea monster talisman

is back in the right fins. - Me too.

Oh, the talisman is supposed to enhance my water powers.

I must try.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

- Whoa! [laughs]

Totally fin-tastic.

- Oops!

[grunting]

[romantic music]

[eerie music]

* *

[upbeat music]

- Watzie! - [barks]

- Go fetch!

- [barks] - Mortimer, fetch!

- [chomps, growls]

- [whines]

- Watzie, drop Mortimer's bone.

Get yours.

[clatters] - Ow!

I may be made of bones, but I don't want them thrown at me.

- Oh, zaps! I'm so sorry.

I really, really did not mean to do that.

- Kidding! [chuckles]

Skelita, fashion designer extraordinaire.

I've seen you around.

- Yeah.

Frankie Stein, bone-thrower extraordinaire.

[chattering]

- [gasps] Uh, hope you don't need that.

- It happens.

I get these feelings in my bones,

like something good is gonna happen, or bad.

And I just fall apart.

Today it's, uh, probably nerves.

- Oh, yeah.

Mystery Meat Monday always makes me nervous too.

- No, not that.

I'm entering the Young Monsters in Fashion contest.

I'm finally old enough to compete.

I've been dreaming of it since I was a little girl in Hexico.

As a kid, I would watch my abuela work.

She's the most talented fashion designer in town.

I used to stare at the drawings on the wall

of her workshop, drawings from her own entries

into the contest.

They were magnificent.

But she never won.

That's why I'm using everything my abuela has taught me

to win in her honor, by recreating

one of her old designs.

She'll be so excited when I tell her!

- Well, that's a lot of pressure.

No wonder you're nervous.

[chattering]

- I just need to find the right materials.

Mortimer, cool if I take all this?

[both snarling]

Oh, not again!

- Oh, let me.

I got my helping hand on.

Watzie, see you at the dorm after you defeat the beast.

- [snarling]

- [barks]

- [roars]

- Whoa!

Is this what you're working on?

- Yep.

It'll take all the fabric I've scrounged up to complete.

This is my abuela's original gown.

- Voltageous!

How do you make the fabric look like that?

- It's not fabric, it's macram�.

It's a traditional art form in Hexico

involving tying many knots in string to create patterns.

My abuela is the most talented macram� artist I know,

but it's so complex.

I'm still learning.

I'll try to mimic the look with the mesh

I found at Mortimer's.

[chattering]

- Wow.

These are really good too.

- Oh, those are nothing. They're just my doodles.

I did think about entering an original look, but no.

I realized I have to honor my abuela's loss.

[chattering]

[determined music]

* *

- The fashionista in me says that gown's a winner.

- I hope so.

[sighs] Abuela will be so surprised

to see her dress with the trophy.

Better get to work.

Photos of the design are due tomorrow.

- I'll get out of your colorful hair.

- Fashion!

- Wait.

I still need a model for the photo.

Um, would you...?

- Love to!

Can't wait to put that model brain bit to use.

- [gasps] Thank you so much!

See you tomorrow for the photo shoot.

Whew! It's burning up in here.

I didn't even know bones could sweat.

This is for Abuela.

[chattering]

[upbeat music]

Perfect!

It's ready to fit Frankie.

And hopefully, it's cooler downstairs.

- Help me, Draculaura.

My tank is boiling, and my gills are drying.

[toy squeaks] - Don't worry, I have a spell.

Tide pool, ocean, river, and sea,

bring the rain here to me!

[knock at door] Huh?

[snaps fingers]

- Come in. - Oh.

Hola, Lagoona. Hi, Draculaura.

Have you seen Frankie?

- No clue where Frankie is, but maybe there's something

in their brain that could tell us

what's going on with this heat.

- Yeah, if it doesn't cool off soon,

I'm going to be one fried fish.

- Oh, I'll ask when I find them.

[chattering]

Ay, I have a bad feeling about this.

I'm gonna need that.

[snaps fingers]

- I don't care if it's the middle of winter.

I don't care if it's the Ice Age.

Our AC is clearly broken, and it's hot as Hades in here.

We need a mechanic ASAP!

- [gasps] Oh, careful!

My bones are breakable!

- Sorry, Skelita.

But it's so hot in here, not even my powers

can cool us down.

- [sighs] This heat has us shedding more

than a Saint Bernard in summer.

- Ah, that's the stuff.

Why is it so stinking hot?

- Ugh. The stinking part is you, bro.

- Not my fault overactive sweat glands run in our family.

- But as for the heat, hmm.

I wanna blame Heath?

- I--I swear it's not me.

And I'm not the only one who doesn't mind the heat.

Frankie's baking sugar spookies.

- I've been looking for Frankie!

- I have arrived!

- [barks]

- It's already 1,000 degrees and you're baking?

You must be boiling. - [barks]

- Is it hot? Huh.

I guess I can't feel heat.

Ooh, it must be a Frankenmonster thing.

Cool!

Literally, because cool also means not hot, which I'm not.

[laughs] The dress.

Oh, I've been so excited, I had to burn off

my extra energy by baking.

[plate clatters] Can I try it on?

- [barks] - Watzie, no!

[suspenseful music]

Watzie, stop!

Bad Watzie! Very bad!

[both coughing]

- [growling]

[both gasp]

- [roaring]

- Mortimer is causing this heat wave.

- [barks] - The dress!

Watzie, give it!

Give it!

[grunts]

- [growling] - [gasps] Frankie, watch out!

- [roaring]

[metallic clang]

- Well, in good news, the bionic shield arm works.

- [grumbles] - [gasps]

I don't think he was aiming at you.

[fabric ripping]

[both cough, gasp]

- [snarls]

- He's cooling down.

[electricity zapping]

That mesh you found wasn't just any fabric.

It was special to Mortimer.

- What? How do you know that?

- Brain bit memories.

[gasps] Must have some frontal lobe from the dragon

who raised Mortimer.

He was a tailor, like your abuela.

The tailor would wrap him

in this dragon-fireproof silver mesh.

Aw, like a blankie.

- Watzie must have known.

That's why he brought it back here for his friend.

[both cooing]

Oh, I didn't mean to take something he loved so much.

I feel horrible.

I thought he said it was okay.

- Oh, he was probably distracted

playing with Watzie.

[chuckles] Watzie is adorable.

- [barks]

- But Mortimer must have been super sad

when he realized it was gone.

And when dragons get upset, they get really hot.

- Oh, I'm so sorry, Mortimer.

I would have never taken something

so special intentionally.

- [grumbles contentedly]

- All's well that ends well.

Oh, except your dress.

Uh, maybe the charred look is in this year.

Barbecue?

More like barbe-cute.

Okay, that was a reach.

- It's okay.

That bad feeling in my bones is gone.

[sighs] Maybe I wasn't supposed to recreate my abuela's dress

to carry on her tradition.

Before I got that idea, I was going to make my own design,

but I was worried I wasn't skilled enough in macram� yet.

I think the bad feeling was telling me to trust my bones.

So yes, I think this is salvageable.

But I might need some help.

- Reporting for fashion duty.

[determined music]

Which one are you going to create?

- None of these.

I'm trusting the feeling in my bones.

Hmm.

[gasps] I need some more supplies.

- And I can help.

[upbeat music]

[upbeat music] Can you spare one of these?

Can you spare one of these?

- All yours.

After today, I'm not touching any winter clothes

for a few millennia.

- Look!

Now that my tank has cooled down, my sea strength is back.

[grunts] - So strong.

But I'm here 'cause I need something stringy.

- Say no more.

Behold, my seaweed collection.

- We finally stopped shedding.

- That's great!

Think you're up for a different kind of trim?

Skelita could use some fierceness.

- Do your worst.

- Skelita!

Reinforcements have arrived.

[clattering]

[grunts]

- You rock!

I hope you're ready for your closeup,

because I'm almost done.

[bird cawing]

How's it feel, Frankie?

- Ah! It's so good.

I need a new word for it.

Fang-licious? Volt-some?

Claw-tastic? Macra-mazing!

[all cheering]

- What do you think, Abuela?

- It is a beautiful design, Skelita.

- I'm sorry I couldn't honor you

and mimic your macram� design like I wanted.

- Honor me?

Oh, Skelita.

You don't have to mimic my design to honor me.

There is no better honor than to see you come into your own

as a designer, to create something that fits

your friend so wonderfully, and to carry on our traditions

in your own way.

You trusted in your bones, and it shows.

Now, you better get those photos in before the deadline.

- Make me a star!

- Fierce!

Fun!

Fashion!

- Design uploaded, and send!

Hope they like the outfit.

- They have to. I sure do.

- Do you wanna keep it?

As a thank you for all your help.

- Really? [gasps] Thanks!

I love playing with fashion.

And so does Watzie.

- Fierce!

Fun!

Fashion!

[eerie music]

* *

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