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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.

[upbeat funky music]

- And don't forget, partner projects are due Friday.

- Mr. Mothmanson!

I'd like to contest the group project pairings.

- Sorry, Toralei. No changing partners.

But I foresee you will learn a lot about yourselves

through this pairing.

- Really? You saw that in that?

- No, that's just a paperweight.

[chuckles]

- But how will I learn being paired with him?

- Whoa!

- No iCoffin surfing while boarding, Barkimedes.

- Oh! Sorry.

I was distracted by the MonstArt app.

- The MonstArt app?

- MonstArt, emphasis on the art part.

- I--I mean, I know what that is,

but you should explain it to Mr. Mothmanson.

- It's a rad new app Mrs. O'Shriek made

exclusively for her art class students

so we can share art and writing anonymously.

- What? I had an idea for something like that first!

Though my idea had to do with sharing music

and everyone knowing it was mine

and then showering me with praise.

- Sounds like that app

encourages expression in a safe space.

You should try, Toralei.

Perhaps you could use a reminder

that life isn't all about claiming credit.

[monstrous shrieking] - Oh!

- That was the app notification.

I can show you after we work on our partner project

if you want.

- We'll talk about our project later.

Right now, I have things to do.

[shrieking notifications]

[camera shutter clicks]

[shrieking notification]

[camera shutter clicks]

[shrieking notification]

[upbeat music]

[keyboard riff plays]

[shrieking notifications]

- [sighs and growls]

I have to post something.

How about a poem?

Me-ow, ow-me.

New me, same me.

Meowso, wow-so.

Jazz paws.

Submit.

- It's good to share your art, huh?

- Yeah!

You can bare your soul without anyone knowing it was you.

My pseudonym is WerecatGirl.

- Meowlody, you're not supposed to tell who you are.

But nice use of our vocab words.

- Why would I want my writing to be anonymous

when I'm a genius lyricist for the Hissfits

who deserves recognition?

My lyrics-- - Stink!

- Excuse you, Meowlody!

- Oh, not you.

My were-nose smells something super off.

[sniffs]

Recycling Goblin, spit it out.

Pee-yew!

Recyclable cans need to be washed

and lids removed before recycling.

- Meowlody's gotten really into recycling

since Clawdeen introduced the new recycling goblins.

- Come on, Purrsephone. Let's go wash this can.

[shrieking notification]

- Great, bring on the anonymous accolades.

Five comments already, of course,

all of which are--

bad? What?

None of these commenters get my poetry?

[shrieking notification]

[gasps]

[can growls]

- Cousins!

I think I found my creative soulmonster.

MonsterDude just left a comment.

"Wow, this is rad. So deep."

[sighs] He totally gets my poem.

Finally, someone smart enough

to give credit where credit is due.

But who is he?

[gasps]

I must reveal myself to him so he can worship me properly.

- Oh, uh, I think the idea

is-- - Trash! Pure trash!

- Excuse me, cousins.

I have an anonymous user to find.

All right, MonsterDude.

You must be in here somewhere.

You're... [camera shutter clicks]

[gasps] Deuce?

Could my number one fan be Deuce?

- Oh, Toralei, I'm so glad you revealed yourself

so I can worship you properly

and make sure you're recognized for your genius.

- You're right!

It's nice to know someone

who gives credit-- - Whoa!

[grunts] Uh, sorry, Toralei!

I really gotta take this no surfing and boarding thing

more seriously.

- You ruined my moment with Deuce!

- You sure?

'Cause he's, like, way over there and pretty distracted.

- Of course he's distracted.

He's on MonstArt giving me praise.

- I thought Deuce didn't have space on his iCoffin

to download the app.

He spent the entire day

deleting old videos to make room.

So we should get our project on.

I was thinking we could profile the gargoyles

who sing show tunes.

- Not now. I'm busy, Barkimedes.

- But you can never be too busy to recycle.

That bottle can go in the new blue recycling goblin.

Ah! Watch the paws!

- Maybe if I post another poem,

MonsterDude will reveal himself.

Spilled milk,

tears, fears, rears,

boiling point squeals.

Did you put the teapot on?

Purrfect. Submit.

[shrieking notification]

Ugh, you don't get it, you don't get it,

you definitely don't get it.

[gasps] MonsterDude gets it again!

Who are you, you bright soul with impeccable taste?

You must be--[gasps]

Finnegan?

- Hey, Toralei.

As I wrote in my comment, you are so poetic.

You inspired me to write a song

called "Toralei Deserves Allthe Credit for Good Art."

And it goes...

- [yelps]

- [grunts] Whoa!

Mr. Mothmanson was right about

the dangers of distracted walking.

- Why are you here?

Can't you see I was having a moment with Finnegan?

[video game sounds] - Really? How?

He's all the way over there,

playing the "Skelly Vonderbone Monster Band" game.

- What?

- Whoa! - Finnegan?

Ah, it wasn't him.

[downbeat chimes] - My record!

- But if it's not Finnegan, then who is it?

- I don't know what you're talking about,

but I do know that we should start working on our pro--

And she's gone.

- New plan.

It's time I stop this wild monster chase

and meet MonsterDude in real life.

- Well, well, well, that's a really big move.

- I don't think that's the point of the app,

but I'm a little scared of you, so I support it.

Yay!

- [chuckling] Well, this table looks excited.

Is it because you're having so much fun

with your class projects?

- Nope!

Toralei thinks this guy on the app might be her soulmonster,

so she wants to meet him in real life!

- Way to spill my guts, Meowlody.

- [meows sheepishly]

- [buzzes] Well, Toralei,

it was very smart of you to ask my opinion.

- Uh, I didn't?

- Since we know the user must be another student,

I give you permission to meet your fan in person.

Just be safe, tell an adult, bring a friend,

and always meet in a public place.

I foresee this is going to be

a very enlightening experience for you.

[phone chimes] - All right, it's done!

I asked MonsterDude to meet.

[shrieking notification]

[gasps] And he agreed!

- This is getting so exciting! - Whoo-hoo!

- To the Coffin Bean.

- Hey, Toralei.

I wanted to talk to you about our partner project.

- Not now, Barkimedes!

I have a thing.

Come on, werecat twins.

- I was going to say the same

and ask if you want to do it later, but OK.

Huh, wonder what this button does.

[button buzzing]

Ah!

[upbeat suspenseful music]

- It could be anyone.

Is it Gil? Manny?

A Garbage Goblin? - That'd be weird.

- [snarls]

- Yeah, but I could see past our differences

because of how much we both love my brilliance.

- [whistling]

- Wait a minute. Is it Heath?

- I'm MonsterDude.

Enjoy s'mores as I recite your poetry back to you.

"Spilled milk, tears, fears, rears.

Boiling point squeals. Did you put the teapot on?"

[grunts] - [gasps]

- [chuckling] Sorry, Toralei.

- Seriously? It's not Heath either?

Then who in this school

is--

[growls] You cannot be serious!

- I'm sorry.

I've been super distracted with MonstArt today.

And now I'm supposed to be meeting a new friend.

Where are they?

- Hey, that means Barkimedes is--

- Uh, hold that thought, Purrsephone.

What do you love about this art, Barkimedes?

- First, the "me-ow, ow-me" reminded me that

I had to change the Band-Aid on my skate burn.

- [muffled speech]

- That's not at all what that was about.

I mean--[chuckles] What else?

- Then there was this poem about spilling milk,

and I was like, I spill my milk all the time, too.

[grunts]

- Well, you better go refill

before your soulmonster gets here.

- But Toralei--

- Isn't it time for us to go?

Sure is. Bye, Bark! No more talking.

Let's go, cousins, now!

- You're clearly not into Barkimedes,

so according to every movie I've ever seen,

that means you're meant for each other.

Soulmonsters.

- [coughs and gags] No, no, no.

Barkimedes is not my soulmonster.

But I suppose he doesn't deserve to be stood up.

If only I knew someone who would be good for him.

[Meowlody grunting]

- You sure you don't want in on this?

I'm telling you it's therapeutic.

- Pass. No, thanks. Yuckeroni.

- Ha! It's just like the gargoyle show tune,

"Pass. No, thanks. Yuckeroni."

I love it.

- Ugh, not those annoying gargoyle show tunes again.

Barkimedes wants to do a project on--

wait, Meowlody and Barkimedes both love gargoyle show tunes

and trash!

- Yes, that means--

wait, what doesthat mean?

- It means WerecatGirl and MonsterDude

would make the purrfect pair.

Wow, I really am a genius.

Only no one can know it's me behind their meet cute

or Barkimedes might figure out

I'm who he admires so much on MonstArt.

Come along, Purrsephone! - [echoing grunting]

You two are really missing out on some prime sorting!

[upbeat rock music]

? ?

- [burps]

[cans burping]

- Wow, I didn't know your brilliant plan was going to be

so bad for the environment.

- [belches] - Or my gag reflex.

- It's temporary.

Just wait till those two environmentally conscious

were-things get a whiff of this.

[suspenseful music]

[all groaning and gasping]

[sniffing]

? ?

- [squeaks]

? ?

- Whoa.

Something is not right.

- Whoa! Sweet mother of Garbage Goblins,

there's recycling that needs saving!

[suspenseful music]

[sniffing]

? ?

- Ha!

- Yah!

both: This trash needs to be sorted!

[hearts pounding] - Huh?

- Whoa.

- Oh, oh, were you going to recycle that?

- After you, m'werelady. Your paw got there first.

- Hey, maybe we could finish sorting the trash...

together. [laughs]

[skateboard clatters]

- And finish with jazz paws for dramatic effect.

- What? Oh, right. Perfect.

- [scoffs] You're distracted.

There's not another new app, is there?

- No, it's just

I had such a nice time recycling with Meowlody

and I think I know who was behind getting us together.

- Really? Who?

- The Heartbeast.

He's the best at making matches.

- [growls]

Ah, yes, the Heartbeast deserves the credit.

[mysterious music]

? ?

- The movie starts with a shot of Monster High.

It was here in the library that Finnegan and Ghoulia

began their partner project.

Mrs. O'Shriek gave us a documentary assignment

to practice our teamwork and observation skills,

but she never expected we'd be observing

this.

Finnegan!

Oh, he was supposed to--

[grunting] Oh!

- Oh, I'm sorry, Frankie! - Oh, no worries, Ghoulia.

Kuma and I were just interviewing Twyla.

- The library has over 15,000 history books.

- Whew.

Then Finnegan and I aren't the only ones

who haven't finished our assignment.

- Oh, we did our first documentary forever ago,

but it was so fun, we decided to make more.

We've interviewed Deuce, Spectra, Cleo.

- Wanna be our next subject?

- Um, not this time.

I gotta grab Finnegan for some B-roll

since our film is totally almost done, too.

And I certainly would never fail to turn in an assignment.

[laughs sheepishly]

Yeah, lost my ear. It's a zombie thing.

- Whew, I know how that feels.

Last week, my hand flew off

and almost knocked Mr. Mothmanson out of the sky.

Oops. [chuckles]

[electric guitar playing]

- Oh, Finnegan, where were you?

- Oh, swordfish!

I forgot about our homework sesh.

I've been too focused on getting my guitar

to go Mega Trident to think about school.

Let's see if it'll work this time.

- Whoa! Amazing!

- But not amazing enough.

This is just the same trident I've had

since I was a minnow, not a Mega Trident.

- I have a million questions.

And you're gonna answer them all on film

as the subject of our documentary,

which is due in its entirety tomorrow.

[laughs nervously]

- When they're hatched,

every mer-monster gets a musical instrument

that transforms into a trident--

guitars, flutes, tambourines.

If it makes music, it goes trident!

- Action on the dramatic reenactment.

[soft upbeat music]

- I am a merboy who plays a tambourine.

[yelps]

My tambourine transforms into my trident.

- Cue cool lightning effect!

[electricity buzzes]

- Now the kid trident is cool, but...

- When I grow into a merman, my instrument-slash-trident

levels up into a...

- Cue really cool lightning effect!

- Mega Trident!

- Voltagious!

I guess music is pretty important to merfolk.

- Yeah, most merfolk's instruments

level up when they're around my age.

Maybe mine did while we were talking.

[dramatic music]

Still the same old trident. Ugh.

- Whoa! Slow that sad roll, bro.

No rush, right?

- Wrong!

My parents said once I get my Mega Trident,

I could play a show at the StingRave Music Fest.

And StingRave signups close tonight at midnight.

- What? Tonight?

- Dude, you gotta level up stat.

- Playing StingRave sounds zaptacular!

- Yeah! So I can get it on film before our project's due!

- So how do you prove that you're up for the Mega Trident?

- Ooh, and can you hold this for the shot?

- Sorry, Ghoulia. Homework's not gonna help.

I need zero school-related distractions

with my Mega Trident on the line.

By the power of rock!

[suspenseful rock music]

- Zaparoni! It's working!

- [gasps]

- Or not. This is bad, right?

- We have to fix it! Got any ideas, Boo Crew?

- Nope, and I gotta grab Kuma to work on our 11th movie,

"Wereskunks and The Science of Stink."

Good luck, Finnegan.

- Wish I could help you,

but I'm just a gorgon dressed up as a merman.

So see you on the flip side.

- Don't you worry.

I'm gonna help you level up.

I am getting zero results on "Help,

my magic guitar trident mysteriously turned gray."

I wish we had a strategy guide for this.

- Wait! We do have a guide!

The rules of rock.

I've been collecting them here to get my jams on track.

Maybe I haven't been following them enough

and that's why my guitar went all weird.

Come on!

- So what do you say? Hmm?

- Pretty please? With gooberries on top?

- An interview? Uh, why not?

My calendar is clear. [chuckles]

Well, except for

Superintendent Slugerson's inspection at dawn,

but, uh--[laughs] Who cares about that anyway?

- Oh, zaps!

That's really neat that you're so calm

about the inspection this time around.

It's like you're a whole new headmistress.

- I am certainly not!

[snarls] Rules! Regulations!

[chuckles]

And now go, uh, dig some new graves.

We must prepare for Slugerson.

Whew. Close one.

Now, what would the real Headmistress Bloodgood do?

- Well, so much for our movie.

"Bloodgood: Headless to Toe" would have been a masterpiece.

- Attention, all students report

to the headmistress's office

for their pre-inspection duties immediately.

[soft suspenseful music]

? ?

- Ugh, put all the catacomb crawlers to sleep?

Hang more cobwebs in the hallway corners?

- Brush every Garbage Goblin's teeth?

Conduct a census of all the bats?

We can't finish these all in one night!

- Chores?

But cleaning up is like the opposite of rocking out.

No, thanks.

- Wait, wait, wait.

I know you need your Mega Trident

and I really want our movie done,

but we cannot ignore the headmistress.

- Sure we can!

Rockers never play by the rules.

That's rule of rock number five.

- Hello, students.

No.

Greetings, students.

That's it.

Do you think they suspect anything, Captain Whaley?

[knock at door]

- Headmistress?

- Yeah, hello, uh, young zombie.

How may I help you?

- In the landmark case of Monster High versus G. Reaper.

And that is why I'm requesting

an exemption from today's chores.

If you say yes,

I would totally nominate you for best principal.

- [chuckles] That sounds nice.

And like a thing a monster who really belongs here would get.

- Yes, permission to skip chores granted!

OK, OK, here's the plan.

Earn enough rock and roll XP to level up your trade-in

and catch the whole thing on film.

Then we can turn in an epic documentary,

and you can perform at StingRave!

OK, let's see what these rules of rock have in store.

- I'm ready, Coach.

Let's rock!

- Rule one, turn it up.

- ? Lose control in the sound ?

- 301, 302, 303.

Whoa! [bats chittering]

- Oh!

[upbeat rock music]

- Rule two, seek a thrill.

- ? Make like a kraken and give 'em something more ?

? Turn it up, make it loud ?

? See the wave ride through the crowd ?

? Crank it to 11 ?

- Whoo-hoo!

- Whoo-hoo!

- ? Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na ?

? Come on, all monsters, get the band ?

? We'll be rockin' past the end ?

- Hey!

- Rule three, make a mess.

? ?

- Whoa!

? ?

- ? Rock! ?

? Roll!

? Hey, hey! ?

? Rules of rock and roll! ?

? Turn it up, make it loud ?

- Rule four, start mosh pits.

- ? Blow my speakers out ?

? Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na ?

- That's got to be enough rock and roll to level you up.

Just one final shot to ace our assignments.

- Mega Trident, activate!

? ?

- ? Hey! ?

- No! - I don't understand!

If we can't fix this, our...

[dramatic voice] "Finnegan: Journey to the Mega Trident"

[normally] documentary will be ruined.

[notification chimes]

- [gasps] My StingRave gig.

Aw, I missed the sign-up deadline.

- Oh, Finnegan, I'm sorry--

ah!

- Come back! I need to count you!

- Whoa! What's got everyone in a whirlpool?

- Whoa!

[both gasp]

[all screaming]

- [gasps] - Whoa!

[bats chittering]

? ?

- Stop this at once! Detention for all of you!

- Wait!

This mess is my fault.

I spent all my time rocking out instead of helping out.

And that made everything worse.

- It's my fault, too.

The XP thing was kind of my idea in the first place.

- So you two are to blame?

Then it's up to you to get this place in order for Slugerson.

And while you're at it,

you can clean up the Creepeteria, too.

[somber music]

[garbage goblins growling]

[chomping]

- Hey! That's not garbage!

[quirky dramatic music]

? ?

[gasps]

- I'm sorry about your guitar.

We could still air jam if that'll cheer you up.

- Nah, I'm so jammed out.

I might even want to do our homework, like you.

- [laughs] Well, it was fun for me

to rock out tonight, like you.

I even forgot we were doing homework for a bit.

[gasps] Oh, but speaking of homework,

we need an ending for our movie.

- What about "Finnegan Cleans at the Speed of a Riptide"?

- And action!

[soft upbeat music]

[rooster crows]

?

- Ugh! Lukewarm goo tea!

That's coming off of your score.

- And that's a wrap on the documentary andthe chores.

[straws gurgle]

[both gasp]

[dramatic rock music]

? ?

Wow, my Mega Trident.

But wait, what changed?

All I did was clean some stuff and do homework.

- That's exactly what changed!

You weren't only focused on rock.

You made room for school and friends and were responsible.

- That's what proved I'm ready.

All right!

Too bad I missed the StingRave signups, though.

- Maybe I can hack their site and get your name in.

Wait, the sign-ups are still open.

How is that possible?

It's past the midnight deadline.

- Oh, my ghoul!

Deep sea midnight is different from our midnight.

They're in different time zones.

StingRave, here I come!

[guitar chord plays] - Did someone say "StingRave"?

Ooh, I go every year. Rock on!

? ?

- Oh!

- ? Hey! Rules of rock and roll! ?

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