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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.

- [trilling] Now, s-s-students!

According to my impeccable foresight ability... [trilling]

I foresee that you'll be turning in your tests--

[clock shrieking]

Ooh! Right now.

Drop them off on my desk on your way out, please.

- Ugh!

[whimpers]

[sighs]

- And then I said, "I should really scale back."

You get it? Scale?

[both laugh]

- Hilarious, Lagoona!

'Cause--'cause you got scales.

- Was the right answer B or C?

Or all of the above?

- Ghoulia? No laughter for my funny story?

You okay, chica?

- I was just thinking about the test.

- I'm sure you did great,

so great you can definitely stop studying

for the test we already took.

- Right.

Easy for you to say, Manny.

You probably got the top score again.

- But now that the test stressing is over,

let's all get fiery hot chocolate!

- Yeah! - Hooray!

- Actually, I'm busy.

I'll sit this one out.

- Later! - Okay, bye.

- So the answer to four had to be--

Aah! - Aah!

I forgot to bring my "Buy 132 hot chocolates,

get one free" card.

I thought you said you were busy.

- I am.

I'm busy worrying about the test,

casketball, and--[sighs] Well, everything.

All this worrying is worse than when I was stressing about

brain freeze or Horror Roll.

- Hmm, have you thought of talking to Dr. C?

She has helped me find balance with my chompy feelings.

- Dr. C? The school therapist?

- Precisely.

She is an expert on monster mental health.

They gave us all appointment request cards

at the start of the semester, remember?

- Yeah, but I don't know where--

- Hey, no worries. Ha! You get it?

I have an extra.

[cat yowls]

- Okay, I could use some help, so I am down to try it.

Mortimer! - [roars]

[iCoffin beeps]

- Appointment accepted.

Hey, perfect!

Best decision ever!

Ugh, worst decision ever!

Why did I make that appointment?

What's it gonna be like? What should I say?

Oh, I might embarrass myself.

I don't have time for this. I should be studying!

Yeah, I'll cancel. I'll cancel!

Oh, but if I cancel the appointment now,

what will Dr. C think?

- Oh, this is just horrible!

- Uh, who said that?

Hello? Aah!

- Aah!

[both screaming]

- [gasping]

[both scream]

- Sorry, sorry! Didn't mean to scare you.

- Uh, what?

What--what--what-- who are you?

- I'm you! Well, sort of.

- Wha--you're my brains?

- Nope. Nope. I'm your anxiety.

That worrying you're doing?

Ah, all thanks to me. Heh, you're welcome.

- Oh, interesting. [gasps]

And if you're here,

then I can get rid of you!

[screams]

- You can't hide me in a drawer.

I need to be with you all the time.

- But why did you have to show up now?

- Because it's easier to talk like this

than when I'm just in your head.

Don't ya think?

- Yeah, totally. For sure.

Gotta go!

Ha! How'd ya like that, anxiety--oh!

- It is really bad that I'm here, huh?

You can't take me to your appointment with Dr. C.

She'll see me and your grades

and what an overachiever you are,

and she will come to conclusions!

- What? What sort of conclusions?

- All sorts! About you and about zombies

and what you were supposed to do and should have done

and how you're gonna have me forever.

Oh! You need a hug?

I need a hug.

- Oh.

I am an overachiever.

I will find a way to get rid of you.

- So you want me to scare your anxiety

to such extremes that it leaves?

Is that a thing?

- No, but with your monster fierceness,

I think it'll work.

- [gasps, snarls]

- Aah! Ghoulia, I need you!

- I did not think that was a thing.

- Have you tried therapy?

- The idea of going to therapy is what's giving me anxiety!

- Yeah, Heath!

Get some new advice!

- Wow, Ghoulia.

I know that's your anxiety talking,

but it's still kinda hurtful.

- Thanks for co-opting this forefright technique with me,

Manny. If I could see

that the future works out just fine,

I won't have to be anxious! - Happy to help.

- And thanks for being cool about er-er.

- Sure.

I've never seen an anxiety monster before,

but portals to other dimensions have opened up in this school,

so I'm really not that surprised.

Let's get started.

Close your eyes and relax.

Fates of time, we implore, show us what you have in store.

- That's my future?

What does that even mean? - Oh, no.

I think it means we go on a really bad camping trip!

- Like a camping trip where we get lost in the woods?

- Oh! No one ever finds us!

- [gasps] No, but wait.

What if it's metaphorical?

- Like we'll never see the forest for the trees?

- No, no, like saying we'll be lost in undead life!

Lost, lost, lost!

- Okay, and we're done.

This is throwing your brain into anxiety overdrive.

- [sighs] You're right!

Ugh, if there was only a way to turn my brain off

for a while, I--[gasps] [bright beep]

Actually, there kinda is!

[light mysterious music]

? ?

- Hello... - Aah!

- Ghoulia's anxiety monster.

- Dustin, don't startle it.

Ghoulia, is it friendly?

- Uh, not exactly, Twyla, but, ha,

no worries, it'll be gone soon.

When I play video games, I have to focus,

and it shuts the worries out of my brain,

and that should get rid of it!

- Okay, um,

Dustin and I are just gonna go read before bed.

Don't stay up too late, 'kay?

[video game sound effects]

- I don't know if this is working.

If I had to guess if this was working,

I'd guess no, it's not working.

I am not relaxing.

Nope. Not one bit.

I will never fall--

[snoring]

- Achievement unlocked.

Just a couple more levels,

and you will disappear.

[video game sound effects]

- [gasps] I'm freaking out!

- Wha--what? Why?

You've been sleeping just fine!

- I have, but you haven't.

You know I go wild when you're sleep deprived.

- [sighs] That's true.

- Was that thing we said to Deuce

low-key offensive by mistake?

Will that slightly past- its-expiration-date ice cream

make us sick?

Oh, I think you pronounced "cacophony" wrong

in front of the whole class!

- [groans] What's with all the noise?

- [sighs] I stayed up all day playing games,

so I'm exhausted, which apparently triggers my anxiety.

[moans] Lucky me.

- Oh, I got a fix for this.

I'll try to make your anxiety monster go to sleep

with my boogey-person powers.

Then you can get some rest too.

Is that okay?

- Oh, yeah, okay.

I-I-I like that plan.

Yeah, a lot. Yeah.

Do your thing.

- ? Sleep, sleep, sleep ?

- No, no, can't sleep now.

Go to sleep this late,

that's a recipe for oversleeping,

and then we'll miss class.

- Stop it. Stop freaking out!

- And that is a very important class,

and our grades will drop, and goodbye, Horror Roll.

See ya never. [sighs]

Ca-ca--cough--coughony, ca-cophony, ca-co-phony!

[sighs] We've only read it, never said it.

- Okay, okay, now I'm freaking out!

How am I ever gonna hide this thing from Dr. C?

[sighs] This is getting to be super advanced difficulty mode.

- It's okay!

- But is it okay?

- Is anything going to be okay ever again?

- Oh, I just remembered this book I read in the library.

It might help. - Ah.

"Might" is good enough for me.

- This is it, "Secrets of Monster High."

Let's see. Here.

- "To escape that which you wish to lose,

"cross a pond of bluish hues.

"Find a tree with purple ooze.

There, the unwanted things shall fuse."

- Ah, I don't know.

Could be dangerous. And ooze? Yuck.

I mean, that can't be sanitary.

- Yeah, press pause on that.

We are crossing the pond.

- I don't know if this is a good idea.

We could get lost. Oh!

- [grunts] - No, no, stop!

Did you not hear me say this isn't a good idea?

- I heard you, and it is a good idea

because maybe it'll finally get you to leave me alone.

All right, we passed the pond of bluish hues.

The purple ooze has gotta be around here somewhere.

- We'll never find our way out of here.

All these trees look the same.

Oh, we're lost already!

The trees look treacherous too.

Was that one hit by lightning?

That branch is just hanging on by a thread.

Very unsafe. - [gasps] The ooze!

Oh, those must be the objects monsters wanted to lose.

- What?

- Wait!

- Uh, what if this backfires?

What if something worse happens?

- Ugh, stop overthinking things,

and just stick yourself to that tree!

And what is wrong with you?

I thought you were on board

with me getting rid of you.

- I changed my mind.

You need me.

- I don't need y--

[tree creaking] - [gasps]

Ghoulia, look out!

- [grunts]

Maybe I do need you a little, huh?

- Yeah, I'm only the way I am

because I wanna protect you.

You know how you always get to casketball practice early

so you can warm up?

- Yeah. - That's my idea.

And you've never gotten injured playing casketball.

And I'm the one that got you to memorize your lines

before Haunted Theater auditions.

- Okay, that helped.

It's just hard when your unhelpfulness

is more than your helpfulness.

- I know.

If only there was a way to find the balance.

- Balance, like Lagoona's chompy feelings.

Dr. C can help us!

- Oh, but it took us forever to get here.

How can we make it back in time for our appointment?

- You were fighting me the whole way here.

To go faster, you have to work with me.

- Yeah!

- [grunts]

[cheerful music]

? ?

- Before we get in, we gotta check for leaks.

We won't get there faster if we sink in the middle of the pond.

- Oh, good thinking.

? ?

[Ghoulia panting]

[sighs]

- You must be Ghoulia.

I'm so glad you've come to see me.

- Yeah, me--uh, well, us too.

- Oh, you have your anxiety monster with you.

- Is, uh, that okay?

- Of course.

They're more common than you might think.

- Let's do this--together.

[eerie percussive music]

[electrical zapping]

- Ooh, Frankie!

Show us what you're so charged up about.

- Whatever it is, ours is better.

- Chill, Pride.

Science projects aren't a competition.

- Almost, ooh, done!

Cleo, could you read this?

- [giggles] Duh.

I was born to narrate.

"Presenting Brushbrush,

"so Frankie can scroll EekTok,

"pet Watzie, and do homework

all while their pearly whites get clean."

Oh, my Ra. Adore.

- That would save me so much time in the morning.

- Then we could s-s-sleep in.

- Lower those sh-shades and s-steal it.

- Envy, we've talked about stealing.

- Deuce, your pride snake must be rubbing off on me.

I'm so proud of Brushbrush.

[exclaims] - Watch out!

- Cease common robot!

[frenetic music]

- Whoa! [groans]

- Gotcha!

Just need to fine-tune.

[knocking on door]

- Oh, hello, Cleo!

Is our--Frankie!

- Mom, Dad!

Uh, just one sec.

[grunts]

- Are you okay?

Are you hurt?

- Hey, Dr. and Dr. Stein. - Hi, Deuce.

[Watzie barks] Watzie!

- Oh, good to see you again, Cleo.

- Whatcha doing here? Ugh!

Did my brain bits forget it's Family Day Part 2?

- Well, we heard the news,

and we were worried about you.

- The news? Wait.

Who told you I didn't eat my boo-ssel sprouts?

- Wasn't me.

- No tattle snake here.

- Not that, Bolty Boo.

The news about the stampeding zombie dinosaurs

from yesterday.

- Oh, that?

Oh, that was nothing.

Not nearly as dangerous

as that time in the Bermuda Triangle

when we were trapped in that sinking sandpit,

or when the Monster Camera sucked everybody

into a pocket dimension.

And don't forget that time

Catarina Stripe almost turned me to stone forever.

That was a fun night. - Stone forever?

- And now we come to find

that you need saving from this!

[dramatic music]

- Oh, that?

That's just my science project.

- Yes, and except for the harbinger of doom part,

it's exquisite!

- Hard agree. It only knocked out one

of my snake's fangs in its rampage.

Oh, there it is.

- [coughing] That wasn't a fang.

That was a toenail.

- This is just like all

those other dangerous situations.

But with a few updates, we could make it safer.

To the lab, Victor!

- Wonderful idea, Mary.

Meet us there, Frankie.

- It's sweet of them to worry.

- Oh, yeah, but they're gonna keep inventing

till they think they've fixed the problem.

Only problem is, there isn't any problem!

- Your parents seem cool.

I bet they'll understand if you explain

how you can take care of yourself.

- Hmm, I have gotten a bit better

at sharing how I feel.

Gonna show them I'm safe.

Come on, Watzie!

[groans]

- Oh.

[bolts clinking]

- Frankie, we've recalibrated Brushbrush to be safer.

- Now it also styles hair.

Perfect when you need a disguise to escape danger.

- [coughing]

[hair dryer blowing]

Whew, well, it only took three showers,

but finally got all the hairspray out.

Is Brushbrush ready to be my science project again?

- Yes. [chuckles]

We removed the glitch and upgraded it to guard your room.

- It also cleans.

- Oh, we'll feel so much better

knowing you're safe from germs

and untidy tripping hazards.

- Well, guess if you're that worried,

a cleaning guard could be nice.

[groans]

[upbeat electronic music]

? ?

Hey, that's my homework!

[grunts] [Watzie barking]

And that's my Watzie!

[Watzie yelping]

- Oh, dear, Victor.

- If we could only get to the power switch.

- Hey, Brushbrush!

Why don't you pick on someone sort of your own size?

[grunting]

Whoa!

[tense music]

? ?

[beeping distorts]

- It just needs a few more tweaks,

and then we'll know that you're safe.

[Watzie whimpers]

- Ugh, I know, but why do parents gotta be so parenty?

It's not as easy as telling Draculaura

or Clawdeen how I feel.

[laughs]

Okay, gonna do it.

- Ta-da!

- Now it can talk back.

Uh, that is, it can talk.

Show them, Brushbrush.

- Hello, Frankie. Tell me what you need.

I am built to keep you safe.

[Watzie whines]

- They're so thankful, they don't know what to say.

[laughs] Well, no need to say anything, Frankie.

I already feel better

knowing you have such a wonderful guard bot.

- [winces]

Uh, Watzie wants to go for a walk.

- I will guard Watzie on his walk.

I will keep him safe. [Watzie barking]

Please return to safety.

- Brushbrush!

- Oof!

- Please return to safety.

- Hey! [cat yowls]

- Uh, perhaps we didn't program

the processing algorithm correctly.

- Or get the command responses right.

? ?

- [grunts]

[Watzie barking]

- Brushbrush!

Watzie is safe!

[Watzie whines]

You guarded him!

Time to stop!

[rapid beeping]

- I have fulfilled my purpose?

- I would conclude you have.

- I've never thought of Monster High like this before.

But after that, oh, I can't believe

our bolty boo lives somewhere so dangerous!

- But Monster High is super mega safe.

We've got a shadow of secrecy and gargoyles

and a really scary headless headmistress.

- Even so, we'd feel much better

if there were other protections in place.

[gasps] Are you thinking what I'm thinking, darling?

- Mom, Dad. - Absolutely!

I'd be at ease knowing Frankie was safe.

Oh, what were you saying, Bolty Boo?

- I was saying-- [winces]

Don't want you to worry.

What'd ya have in mind?

I think you're right, Watzie.

Should have said something.

- Hello, Frankie.

I am built to keep you safe.

- How are you gonna keep me safe?

- Like this.

[all scream]

[clanking]

[all grunting]

- It's quite roomy!

- I am equipped with the latest in modern monster comfort.

[clock shrieking] - Oh, that's the scream!

Gotta get to class, but now I don't have Brushbrush

to show for my project.

- I can keep you safe from the sadness, Frankie.

The original Brushbrush is right here.

I am built to keep you safe, even from evil cavities.

- I need to go to class!

- It would be my pleasure to safely bring you to class.

Oopsies. - Whoa! Ooh!

- Ugh! I never had to deal

with giant robots when I was at the wolf house.

Maybe I shouldn't have begged Headmistress

to bring me back here.

- Just let me out and I can go in.

- I can't do that, Frankie.

I'm built to keep you safe.

You are safest with me.

- What? This isn't safe.

This is trapped.

You've monster-napped me!

- Ha! I must say,

our robot is embracing its mission with gusto.

- Perhaps now isn't the time, Mary.

- Um, hello, giant Frankie-robot-thingy?

Have you seen Frankie?

Like, looks like you, but, like, smaller?

- Um, yeah.

We're supposed to go to class with them now.

- I am Brushbrush.

Mummy has dangerous curse powers.

Gorgon turns monsters into stone.

Must keep Frankie safe. - Whoa!

Watch the snake! - Rude!

Unhand the future pharaoh!

- Those are friends, not danger!

- Friends are danger.

I am built to keep Frankie safe.

both: Aah!

[clanking]

- Whoa! - [grunts]

- Uh, Frankie?

Doctor dudes? - Where are we?

[loud metallic thunk] [both scream]

- I am built to keep Frankie safe.

I am built to keep Frankie safe.

[both groaning]

[rapid beeping]

Frankie might be allergic to trees.

I am built to keep Frankie safe.

[Watzie barks] - [grimaces]

I don't need you to keep me safe!

In fact, you're not safe!

This isn't safe for my brain bits' well-being!

- Don't need me to keep you safe?

I'm not safe?

[beeping intensifies]

Warning. Warning.

Overload.

- Aah! - Whoa!

- Shut down in five, four, three, two.

- Bolty Boo!

Are you okay? - Stop!

I need you to listen to me.

I'm not two days old anymore.

I've got more sparks in my brain bits now

because I've learned a bunch at Monster High.

I know a lot about keeping myself safe,

and I'm pretty good at it.

- You did save us from the robot.

- And you masterfully deactivated

the cleaning guard gone haywire.

- And helped save all of monster-hood from Catarina

and defeated the Monster Camera--

oh, and the Venus flytrap.

- The what? - [laughs] Nothing.

Look, maybe I can't stop you from worrying about me,

but I need you to stop taking that worrying out on me.

- You're right.

You'll always be our little creation,

but you're growing up.

It's not fair for our worries to get in your way.

- Oh, we trust you to look out for yourself, Bolty Boo.

But we're always here if you need us.

- Ooh, best parents ever!

I should have said something sooner about how I felt.

Still working on that.

- Frankie! - Anyone! Help!

- Ooh, gotta go save the day--again.

Cleo, Deuce, I'm coming for ya!

- Oh, our little hero,

almost all grown up.

- You ever think of zapping another life spark

into a sewn-together batch of recently deceased body parts?

- Victor!

[giggling]

- Ew, Mom, Dad!

You're making all of my stomachs queasy!

- Ugh, all the cool stuff happens

when I'm stuck in a locker!

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