♪ 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 playing]
Okay, Scarab-Hive,
wanna get this monstrously fierce look?
Just follow my simple 49 steps.
Like and share for more moi. [smooches]
-[Frankie] Whoa! -Thanks, Frankie.
'Course, Cleo.
I love making movies, and I really love helping you out.
-Oh, no. -It's okay. My arm does that.
Toralei? Ugh, this won't work.
But you look voltageous. Who cares if Toralei's in the background?
I do. Embarrassing Toralei might get a few extra views,
but a true queen never makes fun of her subjects. Time for reshoots.
Oh, it only took 19 takes, but this video is finally free
of tripping werecats, Mr. Mothmanson wedgies,
and hemlock leaves stuck in teeth.
Adore that eye for detail. Now what should we caption it?
Ooh, wake up for makeup.
I don't rhyme online, Frankie. Too cutesy.
I'll just call it a makeup hack. That'll get clicks.
Now get to work, beetle babies.
And remember, Ringo, this time,
like and comment for the algorithm.
We still on for Saturday?
Yes. My organ jars are abuzz for it.
Hanging out with you and getting the perfect shot
of my double whip extra pump iced sar-coffee-gus for my fans.
[both giggle]
Toodleoo!
Just 23 views in four hours?
Maybe the comments are better.
DJ Djinn says, "Is this really a hack?"
Okay, fair. Cleo and Nefera's Mummy says, "Hi, Cleo.
Love, Mummy." Aww.
Ringo Scarab wrote, "Comment."
Ugh, come on, Ringo. You can do better.
[gasps]
Catty Noir commented.
She's verified with a million followers.
[screams]
[laughs]
She says, "Spooky look.
It's so great to always see Monster High in your posts."
Wait, is that a compliment or a critique?
Do I need more location variety?
I can do that.
[mystical chiming]
This is more like it.
Now I just need the perfect prop.
Too extra.
Too old.
Too bookish.
A mirror?
[crowd chattering, camera snapping]
What in the underworld?
I'm stunning.
I know, right?
Strange.
My reflection doesn't usually talk back.
I am the Mirror of Destiny,
designed to bring the de Nile family's
deepest desires to life.
You can make me EekTok famous?
Step into the mirror. I'll take your place,
and your dreams of fame will come true.
And then we switch back?
Of course. You can use mirrors to check in.
But don't be seen or any progress I make will be lost.
[sighs] Twenty-three views.
[scarab chittering]
Let's do it.
[upbeat music]
Toodleoo, caribou.
No rhyming.
This better be worth it.
Oh, bugs. I mean, beetle babies.
We need eyes on me. And I know what gets the views.
[whispering indistinctly] Off you go, bugs.
[laughs]
[coughing]
I said get to work.
[scarab chitters]
It's so embarrassing. Don't tell anyone, but...
[whispering indistinctly]
Black hair dye. Leave on hair 20 minutes.
[scarabs chittering]
[fake Cleo] The perfect gloomy eye soot is hard to find.
Oh, another makeup tutorial.
Also hard to find,
the lab's missing aquarium fish.
But a little scarab told me Toralei ate them.
Cat got your tongue?
More like cat got your fish.
I thought it was a snack bowl.
One of my fave wigs for dressing up.
Speaking of hair, half of Draculaura's hair
isn't naturally black.
She's a dyer liar.
Um, I dye my hair all the time.
It was striped black and pink two semesters ago.
-Why doesn't Cleo remember that? -[sniffs]
Mmm, smells like homemade sugar spookies.
Not homemade?
The store-bought cookies Deuce sold at the bake sale.
Tut-tut, faker baker.
XOXO, Cleo.
I thought a queen never makes fun of her subjects. Why are you spreading gossip?
It's facts, not gossip. Besides, the monsters love it.
My view counts are off the charts.
Gotta go reapply my lip slime.
Toodleoo.
[suspenseful music]
Hey, you. I mean, me. Ugh, whatever.
You're not supposed to be seen.
But I guess you wanna see this.
Whoa. These view numbers are wild.
But a little scarab told me Toralei ate it.
Wait, what was that?
Just giving the monsters what they want.
But I can stop.
Your meteoric rise to fame would go bye-bye.
But up to you.
[sighs] No.
Keep going. But hurry.
Time to step it up a notch.
Oh, my, my, my.
Sources tell me that Manny lied about how many books
he read for the book fair? Book crook.
I didn't think anyone would believe I read 500 books,
so I only put 50. Does that make me a crook?
Here for more scuttlebutt? Star student Clawdeen claimed she was sick
and missed Mr. Mothmanson's class.
But really she was binging Paranormal Plus.
But it really was life or death.
I had to know what happened on the season finale of Ordinary Things.
[trills] Yeah, I foretold that one. I'll let it slide.
I love those totally normal and mundane kids too.
Trouble in paradise? Heath told Abbey he was late to their date
because his grandfire was visiting. But guess what?
Grandfire was all the way in the underworld.
I was this close to a victory blaze
on my Firenite video game and just a little bit late.
-[phone chimes] -This one may shock you all,
but Frankie Stein spilled juice on their shirt and wore it all day.
-We've got a dirty shirty alerty. -This isn't you.
[bats squeaking]
There you are. Thank Ra. It's time to switch back.
-How do I get out? -There is no getting out.
You're too late. I'm the real Cleo now.
What do you mean? What's going on?
Really? You need me to spell it out?
I'm you and you are stuck in a mirror forever.
-Bye. -Let me out this instant, you no good,
two-faced, gossip mongering--
And I'm talking to a wall.
I have to find Frankie.
Frankie, it's me.
Cleo? Oh, zaps.
I'm so sorry. I never meant for you to get hurt.
-There's another Cleo. -I know.
I knew it the minute you rhymed in your EekTok.
That's why I've been researching shapeshifters.
A shapeshifter could be anywhere, imitating anybody.
It's no shapeshifter. It's a mirror doppelganger.
And now I'm stuck in the mirror world.
Oh, I've read about the mirror world,
and being stuck there is bad news.
Hmm, mirror doppels gain power by being seen.
Well, judging by your EekTok, she's being seen a lot. So maybe--
Don't say it. Don't even think it.
Cleo, you gotta delete your EekTok.
Do you really wanna get famous by gossiping about your boo crew?
No. I can't believe I let her gossip,
especially about you. But I can't delete the app. The other Cleo has my phone.
Then we get it back. If you reveal yourself to everyone through the mirrors,
-then they'll turn against her. -[knock at door]
Don't mind me. Just performing some routine maintenance.
Cleo tells me that vanity is plaguing the halls of Monster High.
But no worries, she said removing all the mirrors would fix it.
Well, that's inconvenient, or it's a diabolic plan
from that other Cleo to trap the real Cleo in the mirror world forever.
Frankie, over here. We can still do this. The scarabs will help.
Tell them I'm in major trouble. Use our code word, danger.
Uh, that's not really a code word, but okay.
You know Cleo knows all, including why Spectra failed dead languages.
Hey, stop gossiping.
Scarabs, the real Cleo is in trouble.
She needs you to stop that mean mirror Cleo
by getting that iCoffin.
-Danger. -[scarabs gasp]
Hey, get off. Ugh.
Frankie, got your text. So the real Cleo wasn't shaming my hair care?
No. Real Cleo needs you.
I knew Cleo would never get rid of mirrors. How can we help?
Hey, unhand-- ugh, unlevitate me.
Real Cleo wants us to delete her EekTok.
That's the only way to de-power the mirror Cleo.
Wait! Don't delete it yet.
Don't delete it yet.
I want to put out one last message. Can we go live?
Hello, mummy robbers.
I'm sorry.
I got carried away with my desire for fame.
Even though it was a fake me who said those things,
I let that fake loose.
So Cleo signing off for good.
Now delete the app, Frankie.
No, my fame, my fans, my power!
No, no. I can't go back in there!
[cheering]
-Yay. -You need me!
You're nothing without me.
A nobody.
[shrieking]
-Whoa. -[gasps] Great batwings.
-How did you do that? -Grandmummy taught me a curse or two.
Now that me wannabe won't be getting back here again.
-Whoo-hoo! -Yeah!
If you hadn't realized it wasn't me,
I might have been stuck in there forever. Thank you.
Well, I know you. The real you.
How about a triple zapped zapaccino with sludge drizzle?
Aw, you remembered my order.
That's no mirror. It's my portrait.
Totally different. Okay, I reverse the rule.
Mirrors are allowed. Now give me back my portrait!
[eerie music playing]
Attention all students. Quickly now.
We have grim matters to discuss--
and not the fun kind.
Ha. Beat you to it, Draculaura.
I wasn't aware it was a race.
-I'm pretty sure it was. -[groans]
What my brother means to say is that
sometimes our competitive instincts take over.
It's a werewolf thing.
Mine!
[wailing]
Good evening, students.
You may have noticed that I have had to use
a bottled scream instead of having
our resident banshee and monster arts teacher,
Mrs. O'Shriek, call our assembly to order.
[rasping] Hello, dreadful dears.
Save your voice, please.
It is my duty to break the news.
Mrs. O'Shriek has lost her shriek.
-[all gasp] -If she does not scream in terror
before the end of this week,
she may lose her shriek forever.
It's up to you, the whole student body
and any and all spare body parts to scare her.
And not a mild scare, mind you.
You must terrify her.
-That shouldn't be too hard. -[Bloodgood] This will be harder than you think.
Monster High teachers do not frighten easily.
Whoever scares Mrs. O'Shriek enough to restore her shriek
will be declared the scariest student of all.
Good luck to you, and good luck to Mrs. O'Shriek.
Assembly dismissed.
Oh, I'm so going to win this. See you later, less scary boo crew.
Less scary? I'll show him.
[Frankie] Bet you'll get the trophy, Draculaura.
You can be very scary, especially when a roommate
accidentally zaps your wardrobe.
Still have nightmares about that.
Yeah, didn't you win the Scare Fair two times?
Three. And now that I mastered the shrinking spell,
I do have space on my trophy shelf.
So yes, I'm going to scare the daylights out
of our favorite teacher and win that trophy.
[eerie music playing]
[footsteps]
[roars]
Hello, Clawd.
Your growling is coming along nicely.
Boo!
Excellent flying speed, Draculaura.
I can tell you've been practicing.
I'm early. Scary early?
[flatly] Ooh.
Good moans need vibrato, Spectra.
Noted.
Nothing's scarier than garlic.
[screams] Garlic!
[intensely] Ooh.
Much improved, Spectra. Keep at it.
Ugh!
Ugh, silver, the worst nightmare of werewolves and vampires.
I bet banshees are scared of it too.
I need a lozenge. Silver? Oh, shiny.
[snake shrieks]
Oh, hi, you slithery sweetheart.
Save that for later.
Ugh, black licorice flavored?
Ghoulness, that's the scariest thing in there.
[squeaking]
Invisi Billy, if you're going to sneak up on me,
you'll have to lay off the Hatchet body spray.
I can smell you from a mile away.
-[rapid squeaking] -[door slams]
[roars deeply]
[laughs]
She's shrieking! I did it! I win!
No. She must shriek in terror, not out of hilarity.
Oh, dear. It was-- it was just too silly.
[laughs] That face, Clawd.
Some monsters aren't scary scary, and that's okay.
No, it's not. I'm a werewolf.
Well, I always thought of you as more of a cuddly kind of werewolf.
-[growls] -Oh.
Uh, but, like, um, an intimidating cuddly.
Maybe you need to approach this
more strategically, like a game.
Okay, yeah. That could work.
What are some top fears?
How about snakes?
Tried it. We need a bigger, deeper fear.
Something that will make her skin crawl.
[gasps] I've got it.
Grab your nets.
We're going bug wrangling.
[Draculaura] Come on, boo crew.
What else is scary?
Turns out garlic only gives vamps the creeps, not banshees.
Clowns. Ooh, heights. [gasps] Dentists.
[laughs] No. Those are all human phobias.
Monsters love dentists.
Hmm, let me brainstorm.
Dark catacombs. Weird noises.
Spicy sloppy joes, extra toes.
Oh, wait, that was indigestion.
[lightning crackles]
This is tricky.
I don't want Mrs. O'Shriek to lose her voice,
but I'm sure she's already seen and heard everything dark and spooky.
That's it! I need to conjure something that's out of this world.
This is going to get her. Even I'm scared of what's in this crate,
and I was a pest control pro.
I just hope Deuce gets Mrs. O'Shriek here soon.
I'm not sure how long we can keep this closed.
She's coming. Bait in hand. I repeat, bait in hand.
Deuce said his moms were here for a parent-teacher conference.
Suppose I'll just wait.
Release the shadow spiders.
[spiders squeaking]
Whoa! Light locusts!
[Clawd] No!
[bugs chittering]
[all gasp]
Maybe Medusa and Lyra meant to meet in the classroom.
-[energy whooshing] -Ugh, who ruined my scare?
Someone must have released those lightning locusts on purpose.
Actually, it was you who ruined my scare.
What? Your "scare" wasn't even scary.
Who's afraid of light bugs?
Shadow spiders, for one.
And those were magically created
nightmare light locusts.
So I think you should leave the scaring to me.
Oh, come on, Draculaura.
You can be intimidating 'cause you're so smart,
and cool, but you're not scary.
What do you know about scares,
Mr. Brightens Every Room He Walks Into?
Everyone's always happy to see you.
Well, next time you see me, you won't be so happy.
May the best scarer win.
[both growl]
The competitive energy between those two
is kind of cute but also kind of unsettling.
I'm just glad you're not obsessed with that trophy, too, Deuce.
Yeah, I've been working on my issues with competition.
-Right, Snakes? -[all] Winning isn't everything.
It's more important to be a good gorgon.
Taught 'em that in record time.
Oh.
[twinkling music playing]
Huh? Oh! Oh!
[eerie music playing]
Hmm.
Ugh! I almost had her.
That was a guaranteed scare.
So was my creeping creepy vine.
Which destroyed my poltergeist- possessed music box.
That was really hard to get.
You think it was easy to find my vine?
She was totally about to scream when your witchcraft
-made it all flowery. -And I'd do it again.
No one is going to out-scare a vampire witch.
-Wanna bet? -[whispering] Hello, stu--
Your voice. Is it--
[clears throat]
It comes and goes.
I better go get more peak shriek tea.
Poor Mrs. O'Shriek.
I've been so focused on winning, I forgot what this was about.
[sighs] Me too.
Maybe we combine our scare powers?
Yes.
But what do we really know about Mrs. O'Shriek?
What makes her tick? What's her deepest fear?
What is her first name?
Well, we know she teaches art.
And she's the best and most supportive teacher at Monster High.
-And she cares about her students. -[gasps] That's it!
Yes! Let's go!
We're gonna need everyone's help.
[gasps] Class?
Where are you?
"We all quit art class."
Oh, no. [gasps]
"Art is pointless." What?
"Bloodgood says you have to teach tax preparation now"?
[gasps] What?
[shrieking]
Now that's a banshee scream.
I can't hear you 'cause of the banshee scream.
[Bloodgood] Congratulations.
One of you is the scariest student at Monster High.
So... who gets it?
No, thanks. We don't need a trophy.
Yeah, the real prize is having a great teacher
like Mrs. O'Shriek. Right, everyone?
-[all] Yeah. -Three cheers for Mrs. O'Shriek.
-Cheer one. -[all] Yay!
-Cheer two. -[all] Yay!
Cheer three. Uh, yay again.
-[all] Yay! -And just to be clear, we would never quit your class.
Not a chance. Art is our jam.
I love art and band and haunted theater.
And you taught me how to journal with my eyeball.
You make us better monsters.
Oh, thank you.
I'm so relieved to have my shriek back,
and that I don't have to teach tax preparation.
Oh, speaking of teaching, it's time for class.
Hey, Draculaura, I just wanted to say
you are really scary when you're determined.
Aw. Thanks. You're pretty scary too.
Do you wanna maybe--
[screams]
-Wow, that's a loud scream. -Sorry. Can't hear.
My ears are still ringing.
[spooky music playing] ng.