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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 was supposed to be the perfect getaway

at the Scare-adise Resort--

all expenses paid

because Draculaura's dad owns the place.

Little did I know that when I set paw on that island,

I was walking into the biggest challenge of my life.

And I'm not even talking about the haunted

Bermuda Triangle stuff that happened.

- [howls]

[music crescendos]

? ?

- Uh-oh, wait. I'm getting ahead of myself.

The boo crew and I arrived at midnight.

- I gotta get a pic.

- [groans] Ooh, I am so stiff after that flight.

- Sorry I couldn't teleport us.

The Bermuda Triangle and witchcraft do not mix.

Once, I blasted a hole through the island's shadow of secrecy

and let in three boats and a woman flying a plane.

Luckily, they all seem to like it here.

- Who wouldn't?

I've been coming here with you since I was a wee spark.

It's quirky, but the island always seems

to give you what you need.

- Like tropical smoothies. Ooh, ooh!

Mango me, batty butlers!

[camera shutter clicks]

[bats squeaking]

- I'll take a mango smoothie too.

My favorite.

- I'm surprised your dad owns a beach hotel

with all the UV rays.

- Oh, we've got plenty of coffins and SPF 500.

Vamps love a moonlit ocean

and a little beach volcano-ball.

- I can't wait to crush some volcano-ball.

I still have a few Were-ruler election duties,

but I can totally multitask.

"Yes, this all looks in order."

And then, boom, volcano-ball victory!

- This is great B-roll of the Were-ruler in action

for my Monster Goo-vernments election documentary.

Clawdeen, what is it like being responsible for changing

the way were-society chooses its leader

and, therefore, being the only one to blame

if this whole election thing goes horribly wrong?

- [chuckles] Well, I'm certain nothing will go wrong

and were-creatures will choose the most qualified candidate,

like my mom, who's running.

You should interview her.

- Or if you want some really juicy stuff, come to me.

[whispering] Clawdeen doesn't make her bed!

- Aww, Lagoona's making a whole doc for her project?

I just made this app that instantly tracks

voter sentiment to predict election results.

Guess Lagoona will get the top grade--again.

- Ah, Clawdeen! You're here!

[laughs]

Uh, where's your crown?

- I have it for all official business,

but it's too heavy to wear all the time.

And Catarina didn't wear it either.

It's another outdated tradition.

- Oh, OK.

Well, it's just, were-creatures like the crown,

and they're looking to you for leadership.

- Have you tried these smoothies?

The mango ones are so good!

- Mango? Interesting.

You will wear it when Dracula announces his endorsement

tomorrow, right?

- Yes, Foxford.

Dracula's endorsement?

- Were-creatures are very into my dad.

They'll probably vote for whoever he likes best.

- At last, you have arrived!

- Dad!

- Now let me retrieve my golden shovel.

[camera snaps]

[gadget mumbling]

- [gasps]

- And finally, we can begin...

the sandcastle building competition!

[all cheering]

On their first night staying at the resort,

we welcome all our guests, from Were-ruler candidates,

to vacationing families, to cohorts of my daughter,

with a friendly competition that will have absolutely

nothing whatsoever to do with my endorsement for Were-ruler,

which I will announce at tomorrow's big beach party.

Now, let's build!

[upbeat music]

? ?

[camera snaps]

[electricity zap]

[both laugh]

- Whoops. That was a life spark.

- [snarls] Mine is better.

- No, mine is better.

- Whiskerene, Whiskerbeth, what are each of your plans

if you are elected Were-ruler?

both: Dominate! [both snarling]

- I hope to implement policies to honor

each of the different were-creatures.

We all have unique paw prints

which carry a story of our history.

Mine has the scar from a battle

during my previous time as Were-ruler.

I want to bring all our paws together

while honoring our differences and history.

[clatters]

- Oops. Sorry, Selena.

- On to Romulus.

Teez dropped out because of your tactics.

- [snarls] - What now?

- If I win, I'll put werewolves back on top, where we belong.

Just like my sandcastle will trounce the competition,

I plan to come out victorious in this election.

- Bearon? Se�or?

Where'd you go? - I'm down here.

- Why are you in a hole?

- The depth of the hole is, uh, a metaphor.

I'm stuck.

- Our fun is just beginning.

But night is giving way to day.

Drat that pesky sun.

Judging must wait for tomorrow.

Sleep well, my wards.

- Bye! - Sleep tight!

- Ooh, I hope we get chocolate-covered spiders

on our pillows.

- Are you nervous about Dracula's endorsement?

- A little.

Also, I'm kind of grossed out by the idea.

Apparently he endorses someone

by giving them one of his fangs.

I guess he's like a shark, and they just grow back.

- Whoa, vampires are even cooler than I thought.

- Anyway, I trust this process you've implemented.

[kisses]

Dulces sue�os.

[light music]

? ?

- [slurping]

Smoothies are delicious!

- Too bad they were out of mangoes.

- [howling]

- [gasps] - Huh?

- What's happening? - What is the meaning of this?

- Oh, the sanctity of my sandcastle competition

has been ruined!

- What happened?

- Someone destroyed my sandcastle!

- Are we sure it didn't just walk off

like mine and Clawdeen's did?

- It was a travesty!

The sandcastle competition is a tradition of this resort,

and vampires do not tolerate disrespect for tradition!

Now it has everything to do with my endorsement.

You're all guilty until someone is proven innocent.

Until the culprit is found, no one gets my fang.

- Uh, not sure that's the motivator he thinks it is,

but OK.

- Clawdeen, as the Were-ruler,

it is your duty to determine who did this.

No one should get away with such slimy behavior.

- I don't know. I'm no detective.

- But Dracula is right.

This is your duty.

You are the one who had the idea

for a democratic election, after all.

- I do think they have a point.

And all the candidates should stay out of it

to allow for a fair investigation.

- Please, Clawdeen, make this right.

[sobs]

- OK, first, consulting my Were-ruler council.

[clears throat] Draculaura, Frankie, Lagoona,

Clawd, Heath, that's you.

Let's go!

- I got it!

- You know who wrecked Romulus's sandcastle?

- No, but I think I figured out how to do a fire-flip.

Oof! Nope, don't got it.

- [laughs] - Heath, pay attention!

OK, um...hmm, how to start?

I didn't exactly think I'd be running an investigation

on my vacation.

- Huh, strange.

This magnifying glass makes it look like

a giant portal is forming under you.

- Whoa! all: Clawdeen!

- Our friend has been taken by a Sisimito

from the center of the Earth!

- It's just a quirk of the Bermuda Triangle.

Don't worry.

She'll pop up somewhere else on the island.

With her nose, she'll find her way back.

Easy-queasy.

- Ah!

Ugh, Bermuda Triangle!

Hello? I don't have time for this.

I'm trying to solve a mystery here.

Oh, hi, sandcastle.

- And I think if we split up,

we'll be able to cover more ground.

- Bermuda Triangle teleportation?

- Bermuda. Triangle. Teleportation.

- While you were on your trip, we laid out our key suspects.

- The were-candidates-- Whiskerene, Whiskerbeth,

Bearon, and Selena.

- Obviously my mom didn't do it.

- Are you sure?

I know what it's like when your parent is a villain.

- We're sure. - Oh, zaps!

Looks like Romulus having his sandcastle destroyed

earned him some sympathy support.

He's on top. - What? My mom's losing?

But she's the only one who wants to help the weres.

- I'm sure she'll be back on top

after we solve this thing.

- I know this resort like the back of my wing.

The security bat shift change happens

between 6:45 and 7:00 PM.

The castles were intact before then.

So the destruction must have happened

during those 15 minutes.

- OK, so all we need to do is figure out

what each suspect was doing during that time.

- Idea!

We split into teams of two and start investigating!

Hands, paws, fins, and magnifying glasses in.

- This investigation is going to be lit!

- So then in the 77th year of the sandcastle competition,

it was my great-grand-vamp Lazarus Lefang who won.

And then in the 78th year, there was a ruckus

when Medusa turned her castle into stone.

- Well, well, well, why so quick to scuttle away?

Methinks that giant sandworm has something to hide!

- Come on, Heath.

This is no time for funny business.

Oh, not again!

Heath, do something productive!

[grunts]

This is starting to feel personal.

- And where were you between 6:45 and 7:00 PM?

- I was asleep.

I got up when my alarm went off at 7:30.

- Yep, can confirm.

Oof!

And we're both heavy sleepers, like this.

[snores]

- OK, hon, let's let the detectives detect.

- Yeah, let us detect.

Bye.

I told you my mom is not a suspect.

- Then what was she doing

returning to the scene of the crime?

You think she just accidentally hit

her beach volcano-ball over here?

- Uh, this is the beach.

Where else would they play beach volcano-ball?

Let's focus on finding the evidence

of the real culprit.

You take that side, I'll take this one.

- Wow, this sure is deep.

Deep enough to hide something? [chuckles]

Only one way to find out!

[thud] [grunting]

Oh! [spits] Sandy!

- The scene of the crime.

Mom?

- You find anything?

- Uh, nope.

This is a dead end.

- Oh, OK, then. Can you help me out?

I'm stuck and there's a sandworm down here.

[sandworm snarls] [screams]

[spooky music]

? ?

- Where were you at the time of the incident?

- Huh? What incident?

[bats squealing] [sighs]

- [clears throat] Where were you

when Romulus's sandcastle was destroyed?

- Ah, serenity.

- Answer the question. [electricity zaps]

- OK! OK!

We were right here.

We can't stop getting massages.

- What she said.

I, for one, am the biggest fan of bat massages.

- Excuse me!

I know for a fact

that I am the biggest fan of bat massages.

[both snarl]

- Is this true? [bats squealing]

Oh, hey, sandcastle.

- Excuse me, are you two detectives?

- The detective-est! - Who are you?

And did you witness something to report?

- I'm Venus, owner and smoothie-ologist

of this smoothie shop.

And I didn't witness anything

but was hoping you'd take on my case.

I got a whole beast-batch of mangoes in last night,

but they vanished!

- Oh, that's awful!

But we're already up to our detachable ears in a case.

- But after that's solved,

we'll sniff out those mangoes for you.

- Yeah, I'll get my removable eyeballs

to spot your missing mangoes!

- So we know it couldn't have been

Whiskerene or Whiskerbeth.

- I can't believe Bearon is ordering again.

Bubble bath at 6:30, scare-berry pancakes at 6:45,

hot towels at 6:55, a zappuccino at 7:00 PM!

- Bearon didn't have time to go to the beach

and destroy the castillo.

- Yeah, he's been too busy ordering room service.

[buzzer blares]

- So no one did it. Is that what I'm getting here?

- Ugh, we must be missing something.

- Too bad we didn't figure it out.

Romulus is more popular than ever.

- Wait, we forgot one suspect.

Romulus destroyed his own sandcastle

to get ahead in the polls.

- You found evidence he did it?

- No, but I can trap him in a lie, and he'll fess up.

- I've seen that tactic in my telenovelas.

It's quite effective.

- I'm going to solve this case.

Romulus! [yelps]

- Whoo-hoo!

- That sandcastle competition was really special.

It was wee Draculaura's first--

I'm sorry, I'm talking your furry ears off.

Please, go frolic.

- No, continue.

- Ugh!

Ugh, I just want to solve this mystery

and get back to my trip.

If I don't, the election will be messed up.

And the right candidate, AKA my mom, won't win.

And it'll be all my fault.

Fur balls, how did I miss this?

[rumbling] Huh?

- Enter.

- Well, this is weird and creepy

and somewhat terrifying.

Let's do it.

[ominous music]

? ?

- Hmm, it took you long enough.

- Who-- - Am I?

You were going to ask, "Who am I," right?

I knew it.

It's because we're connected, Clawdeen.

- Um--

- I am Moonalisa Lightpaw,

first Were-ruler in were-history.

- It's an honor to meet you, but why are you here?

- Oh, I adore hanging out in musty lava caves.

Kidding.

This is the site of one of the monster world's

wellsprings of power,

hence all the wackadoodle happenings

in the Bermuda Triangle.

This place is bonkers, right?

- I mean, yeah, I teleported here.

- Well, I can't exactly call you on your iCoffin.

See, this lava pool is where I forged the Were-ruler crown.

So now my immortal ghost head gets to pop up here

whenever a Were-ruler needs me.

Don't ask why just the head.

I wish I knew.

- But if you made the crown,

you must have made the rule that weres had to fight for it.

And now that's all weres want to do.

Someone even ruined a sandcastle

to sway an election.

Now that's bonkers.

- Wow, play the blame game much?

- No, but I think you could have--

- Silence!

Sorry. [chuckles] Old habit.

But really, due to our supernatural connection,

I know what you were about to say.

Can I share my side?

- Yes, please continue.

- Once upon a full moon,

werewolves were the only ones allowed to make decisions

for were-society.

So a group of us fought for all weres to be heard--

werecats, werebears, wereskunks, you name it.

An alliance was formed.

Myself and many others ensured that the Were-ruler position

was open to all.

It was a huge step for werekind.

Now I can see that having the crown be won by battle

wasn't a good idea.

OK, it was a horrible idea.

I made some bad choices.

We thought physical strength

was a leader's defining quality.

That was wrong.

You need to be trustworthy, smart, kind.

Your voting idea is great.

- I thought so too.

But what if the weres vote for the wrong candidate?

Like, if they knew something,

they might jump to the wrong conclusion.

- Don't be coy.

I'm a disembodied ghost head

who can only talk to the Were-ruler.

Tell me.

- I found my mom's paw prints on the destroyed sandcastle.

And I hid the evidence.

But it's my mom. And I think she should win.

- Whoa, wait.

Where is the crown?

Why aren't you wearing it? - It's so heavy.

- Yes, it was forged as a reminder to the Were-ruler

of the weight of the position,

that you're speaking for all and representing all.

A heavy crown can make a ruler slow down,

a reminder of her obligation to the truth

and to be honest with her followers.

- I guess I've made some bad choices too.

I can't hide things from the other weres

because of what I want.

I have to have integrity.

- That's a florgo.

Wait, do monsters still play florgo?

Whatever.

Remember, just because heavy is the head

that wears the crown

doesn't mean you have to do it alone.

Now, excuse me.

The ghost of King Kong and I have a standing florgo game.

I'm melting! - [gasps]

- [laughs] JK. Gets 'em every time.

- [grunting]

[laughter]

[all gasp]

- I disappeared, and you ordered room service?

Oh, thank goodness!

I am starving!

- So you are not upset?

- Only with myself.

I was trying to control the investigation.

And I did something I'm not proud of.

- You ate too many moon chips too?

- No, I hid some evidence.

[all gasp]

- How? Why? What? Where? When?

- When you and I inspected the sandcastle,

I found paw prints-- my mom's paw prints.

I know I shouldn't have, and I feel awful.

I want to make this right, but I need help.

Can you forgive me and help keep me in check?

- Of course we'll help.

- Everyone makes mistakes.

We'll support you and help fix this.

- Thanks, friends.

- So maybe our mom did do it?

- It's possible, yes.

She said she was in her room at that time, but--

- You may not want to hear this,

but I know that is not true. Here.

I was interviewing some other guests about the election.

Turns out dragons are early risers.

- Hi, I'm Jinafire Long.

My family's visiting from Fang-Hai.

This is the sandcastle I built.

But with everyone so focused on the Were-ruler candidates,

I don't think Dracula even noticed my palace.

- See? This was at 6:45.

Your mom was not in her room.

I saw it when I was going through the footage.

I didn't think it meant anything.

- My mom lied?

- Enhance.

Enhance.

Look! Her eyes are closed.

She was being honest about sleeping.

But she was sleepwalking.

And sleep-drinking smoothies?

- A mango smoothie!

Mom's favorito!

And all those mangoes went missing.

- I think we just solved two cases at once!

[gasps] A detective twofer deal.

Way to go, detective duo.

- [grunts]

- I didn't know our mom sleepwalks.

- Sleepwalking is a common side effect of the island.

It was listed on the release form.

By stepping on the island, you risk sleepwalking,

being teleported, and your pinky toes

grow 15% bigger.

- That actually explains a lot.

- So what are you going to do?

- This is your decision.

And I'll support what you think is right,

even if it affects our family.

- I have to lead with integrity.

[both speaking Mandarin]

- I can't believe it.

But I can't argue with video evidence.

I must have done it while sleepwalking.

I'm sorry, Romulus.

But I'm glad Clawdeen found the truth

and shared it with us.

- Well, I won't hold this against Selena.

And I think she should stay in the race.

It won't feel as good to win if I don't beat her!

- A relief to know that no one would intentionally

sabotage my competition.

- Great! So you're endorsing my mom?

- No. - Great!

So you're endorsing me. - Also no.

- Which one of us are you endorsing?

- I'm endorsing...

Foxford!

[all gasp]

- But I'm not even running.

- I know, but you should.

You're the only candidate who sympathized with my plight.

You listened to all my stories.

So I bestow upon you my sacred fang.

- I'm honored--shocked, but honored nonetheless.

And, uh, I guess I'm throwing my hat in the ring.

- I could not have written

a better twist for this documentary!

- I can't say I'm not a little bummed

about how all this worked out.

- Agreed, but this isn't the end, sweetie pups.

- That's right--Mom's still got plenty of time to win.

- Whoa! Everybody loves Foxford.

[gasps] I--

I mean, um, if non-weres were allowed to vote,

I'd totally vote for you, Clawdeen's mom.

- Thank you, Frankie.

- I can't control who the weres vote for, and that's OK.

- OK, now who wants to limbo?

[laughter and howling]

[upbeat tropical music]

- Hello?

Everyone's at the beach, right?

[chuckles sinisterly]

Wow, this place does have lax security.

I thought I'd have to steal the fang from Romulus.

Figured it'd be easy to steal from that buffoon.

Framing Selena was simple once I had her hair.

[ominous music]

? ?

But this is much better.

[grunts]

[gadget mumbling]

Ah, just what I need.

- [whistling] - [gasps]

- Something's not right here.

[sniffs] Fur balls!

I put my shoes on the wrong feet--again!

- [grunts]

[sighs] Buffoon.

[cackles]

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