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- ? Monster, Monster High ?

? We might give you a fright ?

- ? Unique as can be - ? Yeah

- ? 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 ?

[whispering] We're Monster High.

[upbeat music]

? ?

- [slurping]

- Welcome to Monster Fest!

You've all voted for this year's Head Haunter,

and I will now tabulate the results.

1, 2--

- Come on, Frankie!

Shake a leg!

- Cleo, how can I shake a leg if I'm running on it?

[electrical zapping]

- 203, 204, 205--

- Woo-hoo! - [laughs]

- 206.

[grunting] - Oof!

Oh!

[electrical zapping]

Oh, dear.

I've lost count.

1, 2.

- Oops.

- You almost missed it!

- Sorry, but Cleo had to perfect her

pre-fest phase one base look.

- You look exactly the same.

- Obvs.

And always looking this good takes time.

- [shrieking]

The winner is Frankie Stein!

- [gasps]

- Come on up, Mx. Stein. - Me?

- Go, Frankie!

- Zaparoni!

- Clawsome.

- Here is the official Head Haunter badge.

As Head Haunter, Frankie will oversee the Monster Fest

and ensure everyone has a good time.

They'll welcome all the monsters

who come to celebrate the spooky season

and to enjoy the music of Phoenix!

- [gasps] Phoenix?

I love her.

She sings so many different styles of songs

and is always trying new things.

- And now I'll hand it over to this year's Head Haunter.

- Oh, um, what should the Head Haunter say?

- [whispering] Phoenix's concert

will begin in a few hours.

Until then, enjoy the festival.

- Phoenix's concert will begin in a few hours.

Until then, enjoy the festival.

Whoo, whoo!

[microphone crackling]

Sorry. Sorry.

I'm gonna make sure I don't drop the ball or the mic,

and I'm gonna make sure you all have a good time, starting now.

- Oh!

I voted for you!

You are the only choice for this big responsibility.

- [chuckles] Thanks.

Maybe I can open for Phoenix and sing

the song I've been working on.

? Ooh-ooh ?

[electrical zapping]

Whoa!

- Hmm.

I've been to 1,599 Monster Fests,

and I've never seen a Head Haunter sing at one before.

- Oh.

Didn't know that.

[chuckles] This is my first Monster Fest.

- Ours too.

- Beheme wasn't big on music festivals,

but Draculaura has been teaching

me so I can lead the kid events at the Babysitters' Crypt tent.

Monster Fest is a celebration with music.

Legend says it was started by twin spider brothers

named Trick and Treat.

And they have spider helpers called weblings.

- Volta-- whoa!

Oh, bolts.

- Trick or treat?

We do that in the human world, too.

- No, it's Trick and Treat.

They're mythological monsters.

Like, um-- who is that human guy?

Sandal Claws?

- So they're kind of magic?

- Yeah, Tricking gains power by tricking monsters

and pulling pranks.

His motto is, "Don't wiggle the web."

He tries to trick everyone into being the same.

- Treat gains power by giving out goodies

and making monsters happy.

His motto is, "Weave your own web."

He's about being true to yourself.

- That sounds a lot better to me.

- The legend says each of them wants to dominate Monster Fest,

but no one's seen them for ages.

They're probably not even real-- ah!

Ugh!

These chairs are from Underworld, Inc.?

More like Underworld stink!

- Sorry!

Heath's dad donated those.

- Enough talk about furniture.

We have dressing up to get to.

- Oh, we get to dress up?

- Some monsters like to wear fun outfits

for the music festival.

But you don't have to.

- Mind if I take the lead on your look

while you do your Head Haunter duty?

- Sure, I'd love that.

- Ooh, I want a new outfit.

- Cleo, Clawdeen, it's time to bat up and fashion on.

- And I should finish setting up

the tent for the monsterlings.

- And I've got Head Hauntering to do.

[grunts]

- Frankie!

Just the Head Haunter I've been dying to see.

- Oh, hi, Mr. Hades.

I like your booth.

Underworld, Inc. sure has a lot of great Monster Fest stuff.

[loud whooshing]

- Our products do have thousands of

five-skull reviews on Ama-zombie.

I have Underworld, Inc. factories across the world

making this fine merchandise.

But enough about me.

Let's talk about you.

I'm sure you've been feeling like your Head Haunter

resources are running low.

- I have resources?

- Precisely my point.

But lucky for you, I have a new business partner who's

really into Monster Fest.

If you allow Underworld, Inc. to sponsor the event,

I promise we'll make it a fest to remember.

- Hey, Dad!

I did this project for the Climate Science Leaders.

- Not now, son.

I'm in the middle of an important business transaction.

- [grumbles]

- So what do you say, Frankie?

- I say thanks for the offer, but I'm OK.

How hard could it be to make sure everybody's happy?

[phone chimes]

- Excuse me.

It's my business partner.

- I thought my dad and I were making progress,

but he'll always care more about his business

than he does about me.

- Maybe coloring will help.

- Ugh.

Ah!

- What is with these chairs?

[loud thud]

[flames whooshing]

- Aw, embers!

- I was absolutely buzzing to make sure everyone had

their best Monster Fest ever.

But then...

Lagoona asked if we could have a hot dog eating contest.

Barkimedes wanted a skate area.

Twyla and Manny wanted a quiet corner for reading.

Now Sadie's asked if we could reschedule the entire thing

because the special Monster Fest

cheese she ordered from Scaris might not arrive in time.

And Finnegan wanted to play guitar with Phoenix.

So what I want is to make everyone happy,

but I don't know how.

- That's a big responsibility.

Let's start with what you want to eat.

What will it be?

- Hmm.

- Oh, please, hurry, Frankie!

I got dressed up early so I could have maximum treat time.

- Oh. [laughs]

One scare-amel apple, please.

- An excellent choice since that's all we have.

I'll just grab that with my two legs and two arms.

Here you go.

I know you want to make everyone happy, Frankie,

but all monsters have different ideas about what

is and isn't a treat.

That's why it's important to weave your own web.

You have to listen to the one who knows best.

- That sounds so smart.

Thanks.

- One scare-amel apple, please.

- Ah!

- Sorry, Frankie.

I have to get back in line for more treats.

This food truck is the most delicious part of the festival.

- Mr. Von Twolegs said I should listen

to the one who knows best.

Who do you think knows the most about what

makes a great Monster Fest?

- Hmm, I don't know.

Maybe Mr. Hades?

Monsters can't be CEOs unless they're smart, right?

- Hmm, yeah.

He's got all those factories.

And 1,000 five-skull reviews can't be wrong, can they?

Surely Ama-zombie customers would

only leave polite, accurate, and well-thought-out reviews.

- [squeals] I'm so excited.

This will be your first Monster Fest.

- Now I get to experience human holidays and monster holidays.

Ooh, does that mean I get a human birthday

and a monster birthday?

Double presents.

- Behold, your fashion pharaoh has arrived.

- Wow, Cleo, that outfit is amazing.

Did you make that?

- Not exactly.

I'm less mummified hands-on crafty and more a stylist.

Now I just need to borrow this for Frankie's outfit.

Thank you.

- Just sign, and all your worries will be over.

- Will I still be able to sing my song?

That's really the only thing I wanted to do for Monster Fest.

- All those monsters are coming to see Phoenix sing,

and the thing that will make them happy

is getting exactly what they expect.

- I guess that makes sense.

[electrical zapping]

[ominous music]

- [cackling]

[thunder booming]

- Why are you laughing like that?

- Well, it-- it's, uh, a Monster Fest tradition.

Yes, yes, yes, yes, that's-- that's right.

You should give it a try.

- [cackling]

[snorts] That was shockingly fun.

- Oh, look.

Phoenix is here.

You better go greet her, Head Haunter.

- [squeals] Whoo-hoo-hoo!

- Are you the Head Haunter?

I'm Phoenix.

It's so nice to meet you.

- Ph-- Ph-- Phoenix?

I'm Hankie, the Fead Faunter.

Oh, I mean, I'm Frankie.

[laughs] My pronouns are they/them.

[electrical zapping]

[gasps] Oh, my zaps!

Sorry.

It's just that I'm your biggest fan.

I love your music a lot.

It always sends jolts through me.

- Thank you so much.

Hey, would you mind showing me around?

I haven't been back to Monster High since I graduated.

I'd love to see what's different.

Watching things grow and change sets my imagination on fire.

Monster High was my jam.

Everyone was always so welcoming.

It's where I first got into music

and started learning about all the different genres.

So many memories in this library.

- Here, we have your book.

I've read it three times.

That part where you used your Phoenix

monster powers to rise transformed from the ashes

is so voltageous.

- And it was in Mrs. O'Shriek's class

that I got into Monster Mythology.

I especially love the lore around Monster Fest.

It says if we weave our own webs powerfully enough,

it can summon treats.

- Phoenix, there you are.

- Better get back to my Head Haunter duties.

Bye.

- Thanks for the tour, Frankie.

- So glad I caught you.

I was hoping you would sign this next to one

of my favorite passages.

[laughs]

- "When I was younger, I tried to be the monster

"that others expected me to be.

"But it wasn't the real me.

"And trying to be someone else made me miserable.

"So with my Phoenix powers, I regenerated into a new form

"that's true to the real me.

"In the end, you're the only monster

who can discover who you truly are and what makes you happy."

- I am so happy that you're happy.

[phone dings]

- I've got to fly to soundcheck.

Bye, Mrs. O'Shriek.

- Oh, Frankie.

- Ho, ho, sparks, Cleo.

What an outfit.

Oh, got you a treat.

- Looks delish.

And I've got something for you, too.

- Is this my outfit?

- Monster Fest wear for the Monster Fest pair.

[gasps] I just had the most

amazing idea for the perfect finishing

piece for that outfit.

I'll be right back.

[sighs]

[light music]

? ?

Oh!

I know it's here somewhere, Ringo.

Maybe it's next to my skin cream?

No.

Oh, scare-amel apples are, like, really delicious.

Ringo, you should-- ah!

[mysterious music]

? ?

[mysterious electronic music]

? ?

- Cool outfit, Frankie.

- Thanks, Goobert.

Can't wait to show Cleo.

Cleo!

Cleo?

- One for Yap, Fuzz, and Fur-ederick.

- Ugh. I'm Fuzz.

He's Fur-ederick.

- Nuh-uh!

I'm Yap-- I think.

- Hey, Romulus, have you seen Cleo?

- I got my hands full enough with these furballs.

I can't keep tabs on your boo crew.

- I have been coming here for Monster Fest

since I was an egg.

They always have the best concerts.

- Mrs. O'Shriek, have you seen Cleo?

- No, but I did want to tell you,

it was a great idea to have Hades give out these buttons.

It's nice that I can be festive without dressing up.

Way to go, Head Haunter.

- [groans]

- As I was saying, my first Monster Fest

was when Bat-hoven played.

- Thanks, Clawd!

- Hey, Clawd.

Have you seen Cleo?

- Nope, but everyone's loving the buttons,

even more than my Legend of Monster Fest coloring pages.

- It's all kind of samesies, isn't it?

- Hey, Frankie, over here!

- Oh!

Oh, zaps!

Your outfits are voltageous!

- And yours is fangtastic.

- Cleo did such a clawsome job on it.

- That's who I've been looking for!

Can you help me find her?

[mysterious music]

- I'm not seeing Cleo in the crowd.

[wolf howling faintly]

[mystical music]

- I don't hear anything with my werewolf instincts,

but I'm sure she'll turn up.

- Attention, Monster Fest-goers.

This year, instead of wishing each other a dreadful Monster

Fest, let's wish each other a dreadful Monster

Fest sponsored by Underworld, Inc.

Yeah, now-- now you try.

[together] Dreadful Monster Fest

sponsored by Underworld, Inc.

- Well, that is a mouthful.

How about "Underworld, Inc., Underworld, Inc."?

[together] Underworld, Inc. Underworld, Inc.

- That doesn't seem in the Monster Fest spirit.

- Come on.

This food truck is the ghoulest.

- Well what can I get you with my two legs and my two arms?

- Right.

Three scare-amel apples, please.

- Coming right up.

- So, Frankie, did you talk to Phoenix about doing your song?

- Uh, actually, Hades said it wasn't a good idea.

So I'm just going to let Phoenix do her thing,

and that'll make everyone happy.

- But what about what you want?

- Yeah.

I thought singing was how you'd weave your own web.

- Ah, don't want to mess things up.

- Here you go.

- Fantastic choice.

I've had 12, and it is true what they say.

The apple's sour, and the scare-amel's sweet.

It's the perfect Monster Fest treat!

- See?

Everyone's happy.

Aw, except Heath.

Just one sec.

- [chomps]

- I regret to inform you that this food truck is operating

without approval from Underworld, Inc.,

and must close immediately.

- Now, wait just a minute, my two-legged friend.

- Instead of those bad apples, Underworld, Inc.

has our new Sticky Icky Tricky Pops.

Here you go.

- Tastes like sadness.

- This is weird.

- It's stuck to my mouth.

- [laughs] That's the fun of it!

Have some for your friends.

[laughs]

- Hey, Heath.

Is something wrong?

As your Head Haunter, I'm here to make sure you're happy.

- Then why did you let my dad take over?

- Oh, that's easy.

So everyone would have a fun festival.

I'm sure he just wants to make Monster Fest great

for everyone, especially you.

- You don't get my dad, Frankie.

When he's thinking about business,

it's like he forgets I exist.

I'm just going to lay low tonight.

- [chomping]

- Give me that scare-amel apple!

- [grumbling, grunting]

- And so, basically, Treat is the nice twin,

and Trick is the mean twin.

- Hold it right there, youngster.

I must insist that we don't scare our dear

pups with some old tale.

We're bringing Monster Fest into a new age.

Let's forget about all of this.

- Can everyone stop burning my materials?

- Not to worry, Clawd.

The Head Hunter approved.

This year, Underworld, Inc. sponsors

Monster High's Monster Fest.

Next year-- the world.

[cackling]

- Why did you laugh like that?

- It's a howliday tradition.

Try it.

- [cackling] Hey, that is fun.

[phone ringing]

- I must take this. Excuse me.

Yes?

No-- are you sure?

OK, OK.

- Cleo?

Cleo?

Mr. Mothmanson!

Have you seen-- uh, Mr. Mothmanson?

- It's time for something new--

Skullduggery Seek!

Skullduggers have been hidden all around.

Now hurry to find them.

There's only a limited amount, and you don't want to miss out.

[all murmuring]

- That seems fun, but can we trust

what Hades put inside them?

I don't want more weird, sticky lollipops.

- It does seem suspicious.

But if Frankie approved, maybe it'll be fun.

Let's go find some.

[upbeat music]

? ?

- There you are.

Are you giving us all the cold shoulder?

- Sorry, Abbey, but it's not lit when

my dad's business takes over.

- I know you're not happy with him, but don't freeze us out.

What about the Phoenix concert?

I hoped we could watch it together.

- Yeah, I was pretty fired up for the concert.

And I guess my dad's not involved with that at all,

so I'll finish my homework, and I'll meet you there.

- Cool.

See you soon.

[gasps]

- Cleo?

You in here?

I really like the outfit you styled for me.

It was so smart of you to design

the headband with a place for the Head Haunter badge.

- [chirping]

- Huh.

Cleo usually doesn't let her stuff get so webby.

[phone chimes]

Oops, I've got to get to the stage to introduce Phoenix.

If you see Cleo, tell her to call me.

- Excuse me.

This is not how royalty should be treated.

The only web wraps I want are in five-star spas.

[all gasping]

- What happened?

How did we get here?

- I don't know.

There was a spider, and then, bam, here.

But on the plus side, we found Cleo.

- Ugh, you four are not supposed to be here!

You're supposed to be out there

finding a way to rescue me.

- [growling, chomping]

Well, at least I'm out of the garbage goblin.

[groans] But now I can't eat any more scare-amel apples!

- Draculaura, is this a Monster Fest tradition

you forgot to mention?

- No!

In my 1,559 Monster Fests, this has never happened before.

Maybe I can use witchcraft to get us out.

[grunting]

Oh, I can't get my hands free to cast any spells!

- One minute, we were looking for Skullduggers,

and the next we're here.

- Hmm, Skullduggers.

You fell for that?

Oh, didn't you take Intro to Archaic Vocabulary?

- I do not understand the words you are saying, Cleo.

- Skullduggery means "trickery"!

While you were distracted by the Skullduggers,

those spiders-- [gasps]

Clawd, get that webling off your face!

- [squeaks]

- Whatever you do, do not let them web your head!

- Why?

What happens if they web you?

- See those little pink ones?

They used to be Deuce, Romulus, Spectra,

Manny, Goobert, and Abbey.

And little pink Mr. Mothmanson's

around here somewhere.

- What?

I don't want to be turned into a tiny pink spider!

I don't want to be turned into any kind of spider!

Just think how small their stomachs are!

- According to my stellar observation skills

and what the legend says, the purple ones

are the classic variety made by Trick.

And the pink ones are all the monsters

who disappeared from Monster Fest and have been transformed.

- Wait, is that--

- We're in Underworld, Inc.?

- Hello, Monster High!

Welcome to the Monster--

Fest.

What?

- Where are my customers?

- Uh, there's usually applause when I take the stage.

What's going on?

- Sorry, Phoenix.

Everyone's gone.

I guess they left because I--

I failed as Head Haunter.

- I find that hard to believe.

I thought you were doing great.

- But no one's here!

And everyone loves your music.

I must have really messed up if they were so unhappy,

they'd miss your concert.

- Hey, Frankie, have you seen Abbey?

I was supposed to meet her here.

- No Abbey.

No anyone.

- What happened?

I was excited for Phoenix's peppy fire song stylings.

- I bet this is all one of your schemes!

- Son, that is an unfounded accusation.

I'm here to sell merchandise.

But I can't do that if there's no one here to sell it to.

[phone rings]

Oh, later.

There's an urgent situation at the factory

that I must attend to.

But once that business is taken care of,

I will be right back to get to the bottom of this.

- Dad!

- We have to find everyone.

Maybe I can convince them to come back.

[light music]

? ?

- Hello?

Mr. Von Twolegs?

Are you in there, walking on your two legs?

Ugh.

He must have left, too.

- [whispers] Frankie, you have to help.

- I couldn't find anybody.

- Me either.

I knew my dad was up to something.

Here, I thought we were making progress.

I mean, he was going to therapy.

He even read Abbey's mom's book!

I guess rulers of the underworld never really change.

- A spiderweb.

A magical spiderweb.

[lasers zapping]

- Like the one in Cleo's closet!

- I saw some of those purple webs in the Coffin Bean, too.

- Oh, zaps.

You think this has anything to do with Trick and Treat?

- Trick and Treat?

That's just some story for kids.

- Or is it?

Just because something's legendary

doesn't mean it isn't real.

The weblings, the tricks, trying to get

everyone to be the same.

And look.

- [gasps] A trail?

I got to follow it.

This Monster Fest is my responsibility.

[mysterious music]

? ?

- Ugh!

Ahh!

? ?

What is that?

I knew it!

That's an Underworld, Inc. teleportation door.

- Come on.

We've got to find Cleo--

oh, and everyone else, too.

? ?

[both gasp]

- No!

- Frankie! Heath!

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