[spray paint can rattles]
[spraying]
[chanting]
[video game music playing]
[exhales]
[video game voice] Training montage!
Slow motion.
Sick moves!
Olé.
Stunt double.
So, clean this shit up and, uh, your turn.
What?
[video game voice] Training montage.
Ninja!
Quick hit!
Oopsie-daisy.
Fuck, yeah!
Wow, that is... ironic.
Dude, I'm a terrible swordsman,
especially with only one good hand.
You are in good company:
Skywalker, Furiosa...
Jaime Lannister, if you can get past child-killing, incest, rape.
Hands give us identity.
Chefs cut, artists paint, warriors...
warrior.
All good Jedi lose a hand.
I couldn't even get that right.
Like... [sighs]
You know what I love about right now?
We are free.
We can do anything.
I couldn't pull off those pants.
No. No, you cannot.
But it's not about having cool shit.
It's about being cool as shit.
You define yourself.
Who are you?
I'm oni samurai.
When I get done with my quest
and find redemption,
they will write songs about me.
Look, I couldn't save Sam's life.
I have to avenge her death.
Those scratches on her body were made by a butcher's knife.
I've only seen one douche with a weapon like that.
I'm gonna kill Baron Triumph.
I'm gonna kill Jaden Hoyles.
[Principal Burr] I like Josh Wheeler.
It's nice that he and Wesley found each other.
Unlikely friends, but a good team.
That's what a principal hopes for his students.
My name is Michael Francis Xavier Burr.
I was principal at Glendale High for 22 years,
and now I'm dead.
["Thirteen" playing]
[Principal Burr] I had this tradition at the start of every year.
I'd spread wildflower seeds around campus.
Like each flower, I'd help my students grow.
It's thrilling.
You never know what will happen, who will flourish,
who will thrive against adversity.
I believed all kids were flowers waiting to bloom.
I was wrong.
♪ Maybe Friday I can ♪
♪ Get tickets for the dance ♪
♪ And I'll take you ♪
[Principal Burr] My story is about how one of these seeds
grew into a pernicious weed.
A weed I should have pulled when I had the chance.
I didn't.
I made a monster.
I made Baron Triumph.
[Principal Burr] Uh, vandalism with a Sharpie,
vandalism with paint,
vandalism with semen.
You can't prove that.
I can, but the school doesn't have a budget line for DNA tests.
[chuckles] I'm sorry. Is this why you asked us here?
For unsubstantiated rumors?
Jaden has a D in algebra.
He's on academic probation.
One more infraction will result in expulsion.
I would hate for Jaden to be held back... again.
Mike. May I call you Mike?
You can call me Principal Burr, Mr. Hoyles.
Dr. Hoyles.
You can call me Dr. Hoyles
because I have a PhD...
in whole-grain oats and rainbow marshmallows.
-[laughs] Yes. -[Mr. Hoyles] Goblin Flakes.The cereal.
♪ Goblin Flakes for goodness sakes ♪
♪ Give me some Goblin Flakes ♪
[laughs] Yum-yum.
Goblin Flakes has been a bestseller for Hoyle-Some Cereal... for decades.
And Jaden here...
Well, Jaden has been our best spokeskid.
Gobble them up, JJ.
Mmm-hmm.
[laughs] Mmm-hmm.
How about that? It gets me every time. It's adorable. It still holds up.
Principal Burr,
we run a family business with family values,
and if people learn that the face of our company
was on academic probation, well, that...
that would be bad for the Hoyle-Some image.
I believe that every student deserves a second chance.
And if Mr. Hoyles is willing to do the hard work and clean up his record...
and the, uh,
discharge that was found on the tampon dispenser
-in the third-floor ladies' restroom... -[chuckles]
...I'm sure we can find a path back to good standing.
Right, a path, maybe a very short path.
Like a shortcut, you know.
A C-minus instead of D. How about that?
You want me to change his grade?
No, no, of course not. No, no, no.
I want you to know that Hoyle-Some Cereal
offers educational grants to schools in need.
Yes.
A bribe?
No bribe. No, no, bribe.
No bribe, no.
A helping hand...
to refurbish the gym, to plant a community garden.
Or get new science equipment to figure out who blew that man chowder.
Shut the fuck up!
Shut up, Jaden!
Grades are not for sale here.
You should get back to class, Mr. Hoyles,
and start the process of extricating yourself from the hole that you created.
I believe Mademoiselle Woodworth is expecting you.
Mmm-hmm.
[Principal Burr] I should have expelled him right there.
It would have prevented so much pain.
[Wesley] If we don't tell Josh...
we faked Sam's death,
he is going to get his testicles deep fried by Triumph.
But if we tell Josh the truth,
he'll still leave the mall and get his ass smoked trying to save Sam.
We're forging a tribe here.
Three people can't even play Spades.
-Don't forget the Witch. -She already forgot herself.
-And what about Eli? -Megalomaniac.
-And Eli's girlfriend, Mavis. -The mannequin?
[sighs deeply]
We're making something important here.
More will come, you'll see.
So, just stop being so gay.
Uh...
And before you get offended,
I don't mean stop loving men.
-I'm saying it like, don't be retarded. -Uh...
And I don't mean don't have Down syndrome or something because...
you can totally love men, and you can have Down.
-Okay. -Just, um...
you know...
Stop being so gay and retarded.
Boop.
I'm stoning, atoning for the things I've done.
Lying to Josh is a pothole on my path to redemption.
If Josh is going to try to kill Triumph,
then you protect him.
Take him on a wild-goose chase.
Just don't get near the Hoyle-Some Cereal factory.
I think that's where Triumph hangs.
So, Jaden Hoyles really is the Baron.
Dunno.
I heard one kid say
that when Triumph breathes,
you can hear all the children he ate, screaming.
You need to come with us.
Sorrys! My calendar is crazy booked.
I have a date with the Witch.
Why?
[upbeat pop song playing]
This is Angelica Green.
Day one of my observation of the Witch.
Most Ghoulies are mindless blood chuggers,
but the Witch continues to show signs of intelligence.
So I decided to Dian Fossey this shit up
to get a closer look.
[imitates video game shooting]
[Angelica] The Witch is recreating an arcade game from her youth...
which is kinda pathetic.
Nostalgia is like having sex with a hooker
and pretending she's your prom date
when you know full well she's a hooker, and you're gonna get herpes and die.
[imitates explosion]
[Angelica] Also, the Witch only consumes insects or animal blood.
Is she fighting the urge to eat people?
My theory is that she wants to return to the woman she was.
[sighs deeply]
I need to help her get back.
Okay.
Yeah.
Yeah, yeah. Hell yeah.
This is what I'm talking about, brother.
You define yourself.
Now, come out here and show me your new killer digits.
["Dies Irae" playing]
♪ Step up in the building asking, "Who dat?" ♪
♪ I'm doing no stats I mean that new rap ♪
[laughs]
Nice figure, Kim Cattrall.
Because she was a mannequin.
In the movie Mannequin?
About a mannequin who comes to life?
They made a sequel with Kristy Swanson, the orig Buffy the Vampire Slayer?
Okay.
Let's go hunt Baron Triumph.
["Dies Irae" continues]
♪ 'Cause I'm a beast Where you at? ♪
♪ I've been unleashed What you doin'? ♪
♪ Sink my teeth Y'all can't fathom I'm a beast ♪
♪ Oh, my God ♪
♪ I'm a beast Where you at? ♪
♪ I've been unleashed What you doin'? ♪
♪ Sink my teeth ♪Y'all can't fathom I'm a beast ♪
♪ Oh, my God ♪
♪ I'm a beast There we go ♪
♪ That's a beast Nah, for real ♪
♪ That's a beast Y'all just know that that's a beast ♪
♪ Been unleashed 'Cause I'm a beast ♪
♪ I'm a beast... ♪
Josh Wheeler!
[yelling]
[grunting] You're pulling my brains out.
Stop squirming, and I'll give you a quarter
to ride the mechanical rocket in the indoor playground.
[Eli] Dude, if you want to get those dreads out,
you need to use conditioner.
That's finishing spray.
That's a curling iron.
That's bikini wax for rhinestone-encrusted ba-shine-a.
You're disrupting my experiments.
Well, this looks as much as like a science experiment
as me jacking off looks like modern interpretive dance.
Crumble isn't as crazy as you think.
I'm baked in secret herbs and spices.
Her old self is in there, and she wants to get out.
Maybe if she looked more like a person, instead of--
-A sentient hairball? -A pizza-stealing rat!
Belly button fuzz!
A moldy peach that grew more mold.
King Kong's sweaty taint.
Steve Harvey's mustache!
If she looked more like herself,
her personality might re-emerge.
Didn't your mom teach you how to brush your hair
or apply moisturizer to protect your alabaster skin?
Not exactly a girly girl.
Okay, give me the brush.
[Angelica] Oh, yeah, right.
You just wanna shiv us so you can take the mall back.
Settle down. I just want to help, okay?
The ladies used to call me Jacques Cousteau at my aunt's salon.
I was the only one brave enough to venture into the dark depths
where most men fear to thread.
You need me.
Survey says...
Fuck with me, little man,
and I will fry your pubes with 5,000 volts.
Move.
Second left molar?
Nice craftsmanship on the porcelain ceramic filling.
Your dad taught you a lot?
A thing or two.
It was knocked out by Triumph.
You don't know that.
I only know one dude in school with a size-14 shoe,
'cause I licked it.
[Wes] Hoyles.
He went east toward San Fernando.
You're like a Canadian Wolverine.
Wolverine is a Canadian Wolverine.
I hunted elk every summer.
Your dad taught you a lot.
A thing or two.
You can track, but you can't fight.
[scoffs] I think I'll manage.
[exhales]
It's easy to hack and slash.
Every eight-year-old with a broom thinks they're a Jedi.
The reason you can't wield a blade isn't for a missing finger.
It's because you're full of rage.
Being a swordsman is about control.
Every stroke has intention, thought,
knowing that a single swipe could sever a man from his own life.
Are you really giving me the killing-changes-you speech?
Clichés are tropes 'cause they're true.
Angelica told me you ran with the Jocks.
What did Turbo make you do?
Why won't you talk about it?
It's not who I am anymore.
If you had the chance to kill Turbo...
would you?
[Angelica] If Josh is going to try to kill Triumph,
then you protect him.
Take him on a wild-goose chase.
Run!
[upbeat music plays]
-[Josh] What? -[Wesley] Run!
Okay.
No, Josh, over here. This way, Josh!
Keep up, man. Keep up!
Ghoulies, Ghoulies. Don't engage!
Josh, do not engage. I repeat.
-Get under the car. They're coming. -[Josh] Dude, I don't see anybody.
[Wesley] That's the whole point. Get under the car!
Time to go. Get out from under the car.
[Josh] Wesley, what are you saying? We just got under the car.
[Wesley] Let's go. Go, go, go.
[Josh] Dude.
What the hell?
Dude, there's nobody after us.
I had the Baron's trail, and now I'm all lost.
Why did you do that?
[panting]
[Larry] Go, go, go!
Stop, stop, stop! Right here.
Stop.
Nice drift, man.
Remember us, Just Josh?
[Josh] I remember there being more of you.
-We're downsizing. -Yeah, but not by choice, by circumstance.
That circumstance being death.
We are currently accepting applications for new membership.
Oh? Not interested.
Not talking to you. We'll deal with you next.
-What say you, Fists? -You ready to come home?
Listen to fate. Gary, Barry, Larry... Wesley.
-Doesn't fit the rhyme. -There's a Y at the end.
-Meh, it's kind of a stretch. -Close enough for Armageddon.
Three is not a team. Four can play Spades.
Just because you have balls, doesn't make golf a sport.
Gotta start somewhere to earn your way back into his good graces.
[vehicles approaching]
[grunts]
[breathing heavily]
He says he wants to fight.
[low growl]
Man to man.
[grunts]
No weapons.
[low growl]
To the death.
You got all that from a look?
I speak Turbo.
[low growl]
What did I even do?
-[grunts] -He said he doesn't like to lose.
This isn't Mario Kart.
You tried to capture us.
We got away.
[growls]
Who cares?
God, this is... There is no your side or my side.
Hoyles is out there trying to kill all sides.
He's killed our friends.
[voice recording] I'll be your friend.
I love you.
Let's be besties.
It's a Mr. Bearman.
I used to have one of these when I was a kid.
Mine was named David!
They had their names stitched on their butts.
What's your name, guy?
Huh? Yeah.
Larry, put the bear down!
[Mr. Bearman] I'll be your friend.
I love you.
[Jock] Get the fuck out of here!
[Jocks clamoring]
[Principal Burr] Jaden Hoyles needed discipline.
But he wasn't the only one.
I took the bribe.
I had a budget shortfall that I could fix by pushing up one D to a C-minus.
Everyone wins.
A victimless crime.
[Ms. Crumble] Oh! Whoa!
Oh...
[Principal Burr] Oh, now. Careful. Careful there.
[laughs] Hi.
I am walking through all 13 chambers of a cockroach heart right now.
What's that like?
Uh... Nicer than my shitty condo.
Oh, wow.
You could lose yourself in here.
This is gonna change the way we teach biology.
I don't know how you got this, but I...
[exclaims]
[motorcycle revving]
-[tires squealing] -[students shouting]
[Principal Burr] Hoyles acted like he could get away with anything...
because he could.
Suck it, losers!
[Principal Burr] If I wrote him up on any infraction,
he'd tell everyone I took a bribe.
I sold my soul to save the school.
♪ Homie, I'm lit ♪
♪ When you lit, it's whatever ♪
♪ Look, homie, I'm lit ♪
♪ When you lit, it's whatever ♪
♪ Homie, I'm lit ♪
♪ When you lit, it's whatever ♪
[banging]
[moaning]
[grunting]
[Hoyles moaning]
[school bell rings]
Hi. Okay, so...
Fuck, Hoyles!
God...
♪ Spend your whole check in one night ♪
♪ Didn't even say a thing All they knew I was Flite ♪
♪ Gettin' bottles ain't sh** ♪
♪ But the let outs lit ♪
♪ Gettin' bottles ain't sh** ♪
♪ But the let outs lit ♪
♪ Homie, I'm lit ♪
[Sam] You have to stop Hoyles.
Do you even know what he's doing with Isis?
-Hoyles is in ISIS? -Not the terrorist group.
Isis, the unfortunately named sophomore,
who's fucking Hoyles in the bathroom.
Look, you asked me to be your human Sorting Hat
to help you and the school, and I did.
I know everyone.
I made a video to show how awesome they are,
and now I have a million subscribers.
I get tweets everyday asking me why Principal Burr isn't stopping the bully.
So?
Why aren't you?
You know how I got this pencil?
I don't know. Did you...
buy it at Staples?
To get this pencil,
I have to complete budgetary requisition Form 18B-234.
[sharpener whirring]
Great.
That form is then sent to a school board sub-committee for review.
The board will deny several items and therefore invalidate the request.
I then have to revise Form 18B-234
and resubmit the amended requisition.
Once the board approves the request,
-I still don't get my pencil. -Copy.
I have to send the form to admin.
Admin gets hundreds of forms a day
from 900 schools across the district.
It takes them weeks to purchase,
and when they do, their budget for the year has already been spent.
And so, my simple request for a pencil has been denied.
Yeah, you're right.
I bought this pencil at Staples with my own money.
You think I'm not fighting, but I'm doing what's best for you kids.
Thank you?
Glad I came in.
♪ Goblin Flakes, Goblin Flakes ♪
♪ Goblin Flakes for goodness sakes ♪
♪ Goblin Flakes, Goblin Flakes ♪
♪ Gobble up the Goblin Flakes ♪
♪ Flakes are made from whole-grain oats ♪
♪ Our marshmallows will float like boats ♪
♪ Good for breakfast or for lunch ♪
♪ They pack that yummy, yummy punch ♪
♪ Goblin Flakes for everyone... ♪
[Goblin Flakes theme song continues]
Psst.
[Josh] Psst.
-[clock sounds] -[machine whirs]
-[metal clanks] -[pouring]
[metallic thudding]
[kisses] Pucker, pucker.
Good. No, no, no, don't-- don't eat it.
Stay still.
I'm a crisp autumn morning.
-[Eli] Yeah. -Girl talk or crazy talk?
No. She's right.
She's an autumn.
Let me see.
Wow, perfecto.
Muy bueno, huh?
Huh? You likey? You likey?
Uh, okay. No, um...
Maybe don't... Don't smile.
I thought you might like one of these.
Why don't you try them on?
Your turn. Your ends are so split they need a divorce attorney.
[laughs]
You know you wanna.
For someone who knows so much,
you know absolutely dick about beauty.
I had tutors in moral relativism and molecular chemistry.
My mom had high expectations for me.
Hmm. My mom made me scrape her bunions.
At least you got to be with her.
Dr. Winifred Green is head of Marine Sciences at Caltech.
She didn't really have time for manis, or pedis, or... me.
Aww. Poor baby.
Did you ask her?
Well, that would be reasonable.
But as my therapist often said,
I was prone to fits of illogical and abnormal behavior.
-You? -I know, right?
My mom made sure I knew the scientific method.
Present a hypothesis,
test with an experiment,
draw a conclusion.
-So I did that. -Hmm.
Well, what was the hypothesis?
If my mom didn't have a job,
she would make more time for me.
What was the experiment?
I secretly played her subliminal tapes with previously published works
on magmatic effects on biodiversity in Arctic waters.
My hope was that she would think the ideas were her own,
and then she would get fired for plagiarism.
-Was she axed? -Nope.
She got a grant to explore the South China Sea with the U.S. Navy...
and she took it.
The conclusion to my experiment was painfully clear.
My mom would rather be in a nuclear submarine
at the bottom of the ocean...
than spend another minute with me.
The night the bombs fell,
Dr. Green was 3,000 feet underwater.
She's still there...
for now... I hope my mom is fine...
and safe.
But as soon as that submarine surfaces,
whatever affected the adults...
will turn my mom into something like Ms. Crumble.
I need to help the Witch...
so I can help my mom.
[motorcycle revving]
[banging on cage]
[softly] Are you okay?
[softly] Yes. Yeah.
[boy shouting in Chinese]
Shit.
[metal tether rubbing]
[exclaims]
[speaking Chinese]
I didn't do it! It wasn't me.
[sighs]
Thank you. Thank you so much.
[Josh] Ugh, damn it.
[softly] Hurry, get me outta here.
It's broken.
[girl speaking Chinese]
Um...
Where are the keys?
[speaking Chinese]
What do you mean?
Keys?
[speaking Chinese]
What did she say? What did she-- I don't understand!
Jesus!
[speaking Chinese]
[boy whimpering and crying]
Hoyles?
[muffled crying]
If you're not Triumph, then who is?
[grunting frantically]
Shh. Shut the fuck up. Shut up.
[motorcycle approaching]
[whimpering]
Hi, Josh.
How are you even alive?
How are you Baron Triumph?
[school bell ringing]
[Hoyles] What do you want?
Oh, your parents really donate the finest equipment.
Where is everyone?
Uh, I asked for some privacy.
I wanted you to be the first to see a plaque honoring your family legacy.
Is this a fucking joke?
Oh, I've been wanting to get rid of you for years,
but you can't expel a student for being an asshole.
I needed to have a perfect plan.
It started when your dad offered me that bribe.
I set you up when I strenuously turned down his offer.
So that when I did accept the money,
you would think you had leverage,
and you would blatantly act out.
When I didn't stop you, you just got bolder,
and bolder, and bolder.
Isis is 15. You're a lot older.
Hey... No, no, no. That shit was consexual.
Consensual.
Yes, but sex with an underage girl
is a lot more than a minor infraction, Mr. Hoyles.
It's a major felony.
[sighs] What do you want?
I want you to gobble up my shit.
Fine.
No, no.
No, you have to say the line.
Say it.
Go ahead. Say it. Say the line.
Gobble up my shit, JJ.
[softly] Mmm-hmm.
Oh, you can do better than that.
Gobble up my shit, JJ.
Mmm-hmm.
Come on, one more time. Gobble up my shit, JJ.
[loudly] Mmm-hmm!
Ah, yeah.
Pretty good.
[door opens]
[indistinct chatter on police radio]
-But you said I-- -Yeah, I know. I just...
I just really, really wanted to hear you beg.
This is bullshit, Burr!
Look, I'm gonna tell my dad.
He's gonna kick the shit outta you.
You messed with the wrong fucking family!
It's cold.
I'm gonna make some tea.
You're Baron Triumph?
That doesn't mean I'm uncivilized.
You like osso buco, Josh?
There's a recipe I've been dying to try.
So, Josh...
Josh, you survived the apocalypse. Good for you.
I told your mother when I saw her at back-to-school night.
"There's something special about Josh Wheeler."
Even if you did get C's in just about everything.
I never write anybody off.
No, no, it's the underachievers
who continually surprise me.
Look what you've overcome, Josh.
You're dealing with an incapacitating injury.
You're now a person with a disability.
We say person with a disability, not a handicap.
It's all about positive self-identification.
I, for example, now self-define as a compulsive bi-pedophiliac.
-You mean you eat people. -Hoyles isn't a person.
He's a taco.
[sobbing]
[Principal Burr] Human flesh has more protein than a glass of milk.
Eating kids makes me strong.
And I'll turn Hoyles into what he really is.
Little pieces of shit.
[screams and groans]
Hurry up, Wheeler! Hurry up, he's coming back.
Just help me get the keys.
[exclaims]
[Principal Burr] My fucking eyes. That really hurt.
Fuck that! Hoyles out!
Asshole!
[whimpering]
Uh...
I've been marinating Hoyles for days.
I guess I can have Josh carpaccio instead.
[grunting]
[Principal Burr] Josh?
Come out, come out wherever you are.
Don't ask the guards for help. They don't speak English.
That's why I use exchange students.
You can't help each other if you don't understand each other.
[Josh] You're the principal.
I thought you said kids were like wildflowers.
Yeah. Yes, I was right, but for the wrong reasons.
The lesson is wildflowers are invasive.
They spread everywhere, damaging everything.
[Josh] Adults blew up the world. Not us!
[Principal Burr] Yeah.
Yeah, you survived.
You could've done anything,
but all the adults leave, and what happens?
You go all Fortnite and kill each other.
You're such dicks.
[Josh] No, not Sam.
Sam was decent and kind.
[Principal Burr] Sam Dean was the worst.
Sam would have grown up to be a life coach...
who sent LinkedIn requests twice a week.
[Josh] You killed her,
left her for dead.
I didn't kill Sam.
Well, if you didn't kill her, then who did?
My point exactly, Josh.
You're all assholes.
It took Jaden Hoyles to show me the truth.
I've wasted my entire life.
Twenty-two years being kind and supportive.
Twenty-two years of buying pencils out of my own paycheck.
Twenty-two years teaching you kids
to be upstanding students of the world.
You learned nothing!
You're all Hoyles on the inside.
Completely immoral,
full of gross cereal.
So I'm gonna stuff you. I'm gonna stuff you like foie gras,
and then I'm gonna gobble you all up.
Mmm-hmm!
[sword ringing]
You love kids.
There must be a part of you that still remembers that.
Don't Darth Vader me.
I'm not your father.
I'm changing.
With every bite, I want more.
I'm changing. I don't know into what, but I...
I like it.
[prisoner] Kill him! Kill him!
[prisoners yelling]
Kill him!
[prisoners yelling]
[yells]
[grunting]
You missed.
No...
I didn't.
["Thirteen" playing]
♪ Won't you let me walk you home from school? ♪
♪ Won't you let me meet you at the pool? ♪
♪ Maybe Friday I can ♪
♪ Get tickets for the dance ♪
♪ And I'll take you ♪
[yelling triumphantly]
[Wesley] Fucking go!
[yelling and cheering]
[yelling]
Let's go!
You're a monster.
Go away.
You're a monster.
-Stop. -You're a monster.
-Go away. -You're a monster.
You're a monster.
-You're a monster. -Stop it, please!
-You're a monster! -Stop!
[Ms. Crumble grunts]
What are you doing?
[groans] Stop!
[grunting]
What?
Let's be monsters.
["Hang On Me" playing]
♪ I know you hate my hysterics ♪
♪ I promise... ♪
Yeah.
Yeah, let's be monsters.
♪ I won't cry wolf in the kitchen ♪
♪ Just please Oh, please don't hang up yet ♪
[Josh] Hey, we're home!
["Is There a Ghost" playing]
[Josh] So I brought some friends.
Cool if they crash here?
Fuck to the no. How many times do I gotta say--
Yeah. It's cool, I guess.
[Principal Burr] My name is Michael Francis Xavier Burr,
and I was principal at Glendale High for 22 years.
I helped my students,
like flowers, grow into their best selves.
All the flowers are gone,
but today I inspired one kid to be better...
to find his true self.
♪ I could sleep ♪
[Principal Burr] In this apocalypse,
we all have to stare in the mirror
and admit we are not the people we thought we were.
We are not good.
We have terrible secrets.
♪ Is there a ghost in my house? My house ♪
[Principal Burr] And those secrets eat us up from inside
and turn us into monsters.
-[groans] -[low rumbling]