01x22 - Stone Alone/Horsin' Around

[bunniefuu]

- ♪ 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 suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

- After I graduate from Monster High,

I want to take a gap year

and backpack across the Monster World,

from Argenscreama to Fang-hai

to the peak of Mount Neverest!

- Hold that forked tongue.

[gasps] A gap year?

But we had it all planned.

You were supposed to study

the Gorgon art of sculpture with me

and turn humans into beautiful stone sculptures.

- I still want to do that, Mom-dusa.

And I've been working on my Gorgon stare.

My record's feet now.

But first, I want to explore on my own.

- ♪ feet! ♪ Deucey, that's wonderful!

Oh, uh, but we worry about you.

You have no backpacking experience.

- Which is why I want to go

on the Monsters in the Wild trip, Mama.

I just need both your permissions.

You've let Euryale and Stheno go on solo trips.

Now I'd like to try it.

- You've clearly thought this through,

and it sounds like a great experience.

We trust you.

[shrieking]

Euryale!

- [gasping] Oh!

Uh, we'll send the permission screamail to the headmistress.

Love you!

- [sighs] - Dude, whatwasthat?

- Sorry, Manny. That's just my sister Euryale's Gorgon shriek.

It's like an SOS signal,

but she likes to use it to make dramatic entrances

or whenever she's annoyed at Stheno.

- Who?

- Stheno's Euryale's twin sister.

- You have two siblings?

- Actually, I have six. Six sisters.

- Wow!

I always wanted sister. Or brothers.

Or any sort of sibling or cousin

or even a friendly neighbor.

I'm so excited to go camping with you.

My grand-moo and grand-bull just gave permission.

Wilderness buddies! both: Yeah!

- My wilderness book says the woods

are full of weird, dangerous, and surprising flora and fauna.

- Can't surprise me. This is my fifth trip.

I'm prepared for anything.

- I just hope I remembered underwear.

- Ew. TMI, dudes.

- Well, what a fang-tastic turnout

for Monsters in the Wild.

- Hello, Headmistress Bloodgood.

or should we call you Chaperone Bloodgood?

Oh, Troop Leader Bloodgood? Our Fearless Leader Bloodgood!

- [laughs]

Oh, I wouldn't touch those woods

with a ten-foot basilisk fang.

[Gorgon shriek]

- We're the chaperones, silly snakes!

- [chuckles] Sup, baby Deucey?

- Give your parents my best for volunteering, you two.

- Let's go, Boo Crew.

[upbeat music]

- They sent you here to babysit?

- You know Mom-dusa.

She can be kind of-- - Overprotective.

But don't worry. We'll stay out of your snakes.

- Just remember, the woods around here

can be a little...extra.

♪ ♪

- Check it out. My book has real bird calls.

[bird call]

[rustling in bushes] It worked!

The big scary bird is coming!

- [squeaking]

[both gasp]

[laughter]

♪ ♪

[bassy note]

♪ ♪

- A little to the left.

- Aw.

- Aw, struggling with your tent, Deucey?

- [grunts]

[mud sloshing] Whoa!

[groans]

- Deucey, where's that firewood?

- I-I-I had it, but then--

- Excuses, excuses.

Manny is already out foraging for our supper.

- Stick the stick thingies and flap the flappy things

and then zip the zippy things, and voila!

- [gasps] Its volt-ageous in here!

Is that a lava lamp?

- Yes, and it better heat up fast.

My beetle babies are getting chilly.

- [chittering]

♪ ♪

- [sighs] They make this look way easier on "Scare-vivor."

Why won't this light?

- I got it! [electricity zapping]

- Hmm. Too bad you won't have Frankie to help you

when you're backpacking solo.

- It's rougher than I thought out here.

You've done this five times?

- The wilderness can be hard, but some of us work

to rock it out because we know it's worth it.

- [sighs] Maybe I'm not cut out for this.

I'm going to go get more firewood.

[indistinct whispering]

[gasps]

- Euryale, you promised that our baby bro

would be so scared by now

that he'd never want to leave for that trip.

- Hey, sorry for thinking a campsite

called "The Ghost Chasms of Doom"

would be a little more intense.

- Maps totally exaggerate.

At least our booby traps have been working.

- Yeah, good thing we convinced Mom to let us chaperone.

- [gasps]

You've been sabotaging me? [both gasp]

♪ ♪

[groans]

♪ ♪

Whoa!

[sighs]

- You know what?

You should help Deuce light his fire with your electric spark.

- No, uh-uh.

Don't do your weird secret twin look.

You've gone too far!

- Maybe our methods were extreme,

but you're just a snakelet.

You have to be prepared for anything!

- Don't follow me.

- Hmm.

Is this the edible and delicious Cerberus-berry

or the nearly identical Tootberry,

which will give me uncontrollable gas?

Hmm.

Oh, maybe it's a scratch-and-sniff.

[sniffing]

- Um, what are you doing?

- Oh, nothing!

Uh, definitely not smelling this book

because that would be weird, right?

What are you doing? - I just needed some space.

Do you know how to get back to camp?

- Yeah, I learned from my book to always mark a trail,

so I used feathers along the way.

[crow caws]

[both gasp]

Maybe feathers were a bad choice.

[all shivering]

- Nobody said we were camping in a tundra!

We didn't pack our parkas.

- Yeah, this campsite may have been a bad idea,

you know, considering it's called

the Ghost Chasms of Doom.

[rumbling]

- Oh, this is so not volt-ageous!

[all gasping]

[tense music]

[ghosts shriek] [all gasping]

- Yep, we are ghost chasm toast.

- Well, I've read that moss only grows

on the north side of trees.

Hmm.

- Even if we do get back,

my sisters will probably confine me to my tent

because I'm "just a snakelet."

- Hey, get off, freeloader.

- Well, what do you mean? Is that why you left camp?

- Pretty much.

I'm the only boy and the youngest,

so my sisters act like I still need training fangs.

I just want to stop being Baby Deucey.

- I get that. Well, sort of.

- What do you mean?

- Well, I'm an only child, so I won't ever be able

to fully understand sibling dynamics,

but I was raised by my grand-monsters,

who can be a little overprotective,

like your sisters.

I mean, they still make me link horns when we cross mazes.

I think sometimes family members

get attached to the version of you they once knew.

They don't always see who you've become.

- Even with six sisters as the only boy,

I sometimes feel left out.

I just want them to see the real me.

- Maybe you should talk to them?

I mean, if I had sisters, and I wish I did,

I think talking to them would be a good thing.

- Hmm. It's worth a shot.

But only if you talk to your grand-monsters.

[Gorgon shriek]

- Wait, isn't that-- - Euryale's Gorgon shriek!

Let's go!

Whoa! - Deuce! Manny!

We're trapped!

- Thank my slithers you two are okay!

You have to go get help.

- I've read about ghost chasms.

They're one million feet deep, cause freezing temperatures,

and contain ancient ghosts

that want to pull you down into them!

- There's no time to get help!

- We won't last five minutes like this,

even with my lava lamps!

- Did you read how to get rid of a ghost chasm?

- I didn't get to that chapter. - I think I have an idea!

- But are you sure, Deucey?

- Don't do anything too dangerous.

Maybe you should go get a grown-up.

[thunderous rumbling] Whoa!

- I'm not the baby snakelet I used to be.

I know I can do this, but I need you to see that

and I need your support.

Do you believe in me?

[suspenseful music]

- You're right! You've got this!

- Go, Baby Deu-- I mean--[clears throat]

Go, Deuce!

- Hurry, Deuce!

My beetle babies are turning into ice cubes!

- [chittering]

- Hey, uh, Mr. Tree?

- That's Sir Mr. Tree to you.

- Oh, of course.

Sir Mr. Tree, could you help get my friends across, please?

- What's in it for me?

[indistinct whispering]

[gasps]

[dramatic music]

[all gasp] - I don't know.

It just doesn't look stable.

♪ ♪

- Whoa! Sweet powers!

- Come on!

[dramatic music]

- Oh!

♪ ♪

- Thanks, Sir Mr. Tree.

- Please, call me Sir!

And you were right.

I can't wait to tell my grand-saplings about this.

A tree made of stone?

That'll definitely beat their other grand-tree's story

about the big scary bird's nest.

- [whimpering] Big scary bird?

Where?

- We're so sorry we didn't have faith in you before.

I guess we didn't see how much you've grown.

- And we were a little jealous.

Mom-dusa and Mama made us jump through literal flaming hoops

to prove we were ready for this stuff.

- Yeah, it was so easy for you, it felt unfair.

But you deserve it. - Thank you.

And I get how that'd be frustrating.

To be honest, I've always been envious of you, too.

I hope you can support me

and not just think of me as your annoying baby brother.

- Aw, well, we'll always think of you

as our annoying baby brother. - [chuckles]

But you're our annoying baby brother

who is also a very capable, independent monster

who we're super proud of in our weird twin way.

- Excuse me.

Being yeti-fied here. [all shivering]

- So I'm still really excited about my gap year backpacking.

And luckily, I have a couple of pros ready

to help me practice.

[Gorgon shriek]

- Ready, baby bro? - Where to this time, Stheno?

- The Perilous Plateau of Pain and Poison sounds sup-adorab!

- Have a good trip, freeloader!

[upbeat suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

- It was the crime of the century,

or at least the semester.

Talismans were going missing, disappearing into thin air.

[suspenseful music]

It was about midnight when I got a hot tip

on the latest victim of this ice cold crime.

We were worried that the vampire talisman

would be next, so we squirreled it away in a safe,

but the thief was even squirrel-ier.

We were out of ideas and out of luck

until she walked in,

Student Bloody President, Head Fearleader,

a top-notch witch, and a snappy dresser to boot.

- Clawd, what are you doing?

- Uh, just giving my Monster Minute a little pizzazz.

- Clawd, stop joking around.

If we don't get the talismans, we may never bring Mom back.

- Don't worry, Clawdeen.

I'm on this case like a zombie on a brain sandwich.

Now, Draculaura, have you noticed anything unusual?

- This is not mine.

- Whoa!

There was a candy wrapper like that on the stairs

right after my talisman was taken.

- Attention, all students.

Incoming update from the headmistress's office.

Listen up.

You are no doubt aware of the talisman thefts.

I want to reassure you

the entire staff is taking this situation very seriously.

We will bring this perpetrator to justice.

I have consulted the door knocker.

- I love when I'm properly credited!

- And no one has entered or left the premises,

which means the perpetrator is one of us.

Until we figure out who is behind this,

for the safety of the remaining talisman,

I will institute a curfew effective immediately.

Everyone must stay in their dorm rooms

between the hours of : a.m. and : p.m.

[all groaning]

No moaning, and absolutely no breaking curfew.

Those caught doing so

will suffer the ultimate punishment.

To ensure compliance,

I have deputized my noble steed, Nightmare,

as hall monitor.

Now, remember, this is all for your safety.

Sleep tight.

[menacing neighing]

Or else.

- I don't really mind the curfew.

More time to read books.

- I'm going to binge watch some cartoons on Paranormal+.

- The perpetrator isn't a student and I can prove it.

I've been investigating and here's what I've got.

One, every talisman was stolen in broad moonlight,

yet there were no witnesses in any instance.

- [sighs]

- Two, near every crime scene,

there was a candy wrapper.

- [gasps] Whoa. Candy in a high school?

Alert the authorities.

- But this candy isn't from this dimension.

It's from Beheme!

Not only that, it's the favorite snack

of my arch nemesis, the Sugar Rush Bandit,

the one paranormal pest I could never catch.

But how would it have gotten to Monster High?

- Well, if this cutie got through when you came here,

maybe another did, too?

- Mm, it seems far-fetched.

Honestly, bro, I think this sugar dude

is living rent-free in your belfry.

- What? No. I'll catch him and prove it to you.

And no way some horse is going to stop me.

[door slams]

[Nightmare neighs]

[groans] Aw, horse feathers.

- I've witchcrafted my way into getting that talisman

fair and square, and I'm going to get it back,

curfew or no curfew.

I've applied my SPF , sunblock.

And open portal!

[Nightmare neighing]

Oh, that's where that portal goes!

[chuckles] Well, better close it up.

Wouldn't want to break curfew. [chuckles]

[Nightmare neighing]

Caskets.

[peaceful music]

[rooster crows]

♪ ♪

[suspenseful music]

- Clawd, you genius!

No one would ever have thought to beat curfew

by hiding in a locker all night.

[sniffing] Now where is that Bandit?

♪ ♪

- Draculaura, you genius.

No one would have ever thought to beat curfew

by using an enchanted parasol to make themselves invisible.

[Nightmare neighs softly]

[gasps]

both: Ow!

- Ugh.

[low neighing] [gasps]

♪ ♪

[Nightmare neighing]

♪ ♪

[both sigh]

[both gasp]

[both chuckle awkwardly]

What are you doing out past curfew?

- Tracking down my arch-nemesis. You?

- Hunting the little weasel that stole my vampire talisman.

- Technically, he's a raccoon.

Looks like we're after the same guy.

Well, since we're both out for revenge,

maybe we can revenge together?

- Oh, uh, works for me.

[both laugh nervously]

♪ ♪

[both chuckle]

♪ ♪

So what are those? - Day vision goggles.

They can track the slightest footstep no matter the light.

♪ ♪

The battery's dead.

- Hmm, charging tech is usually Frankie's thing,

but forces of dark and light,

give these dead goggles new life!

- Magnifico.

I'm going to have to get you to cast spells

on all my equipment!

- Uh, sure.

[suspenseful upbeat music]

- This way. - [squeals and giggles]

[both gasp]

[growling and snarling]

[both gasp]

[tense music]

- [munching contentedly]

[dramatic musical sting]

[raccoon snarling]

- [snarls]

- [gasp] No, no, no, no, no.

Drop it.

Drop it.

[turbine spinning up][raccoon cackling]

He's in a sugar rush!

- Oh, that's why you call him the Sugar Rush Bandit!

We gotta tell the headmistress. - We don't have time for that.

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[Nightmare neighing] Whoa!

- Oh, wait a minute.

This isn't my dorm. Huh, weird.

- Just out for a sleep stroll.

♪ ♪

- Whoa! [Nightmare snorts]

♪ ♪

[both panting]

- [sighs] Did we lose her?

[both gasp]

- I think we lost her.

[gasps]

[suspenseful music]

- Okay, no way she followed us.

- [gasps] Oh! What is with this horse?

- [grunts]

- Whoa!

Aw, caskets.

- Okay, we didn't catch the Bandit yesterday,

but the only talisman left is the Gorgon Talisman.

- So all we have to do is keep watch today

and let the Bandit come to us.

- We're with you the whole way.

We'll stay up all day if we have to.

- Yes, and if you hear us snoring,

we're not asleep.

We're just resting our--

[both snoring]

- We can still do it, just the two of us.

Who cares if we haven't slept in two days?

[upbeat music]

[snoring]

[heart beating]

[dramatic music]

- Bandit! [gasps]

- Huh? What?

♪ ♪

- Ha!

♪ ♪

Whoa!

[Bandit cackles]

♪ ♪

Looks like your candy-coated crime wave is over, Bandit.

You're running out of roof.

♪ ♪

- Oh, did you think I was going to just fall asleep

and let you get away with all the talismans?

- Huh? - All part of the plan.

Well, Bandit, you may be a raccoon,

but looks like Draculaura made a pigeon out of a rat like you

by playing possum. [Bandit snarling]

♪ ♪

[gasps]

Ha! - Whoo-hoo! [laughs]

[Bandit chuckling]

♪ ♪

- Also part of the plan.

We told Nightmare what was going on,

and she told the headmistress.

Nightmare is, uh, utterly terrifying,

but she's a good listener.

- Strong communication is the key for any team

trying to solve a case.

- Anything to say for yourself, Bandito?

- Actually, yes.

Thank goodness somebody finally asked

instead of screaming at me and chasing me.

- Wait, you can talk?

- Why wouldn't I be able to talk?

Get to know a guy before you start throwing out

wild accusations, all right?

Look, kid. - [gasps]

- I just want to go back to Beheme.

I'm a family mammal.

I have a wife, five kids,

and a tasteful mid-century dumpster

with a white picket fence.

- Then why are you here?

- Got me!

One minute, I'm in Beheme, gnawing on a old boot.

The next, I'm sucked through a portal!

- With Clawd? - No.

I steer clear of pest control kids who have it out for me.

But I did see somebody messing around in the portal

when I got here. - [gasps]

- Ears, a little furry, definitely a tail.

- Well, that narrows it down to half the student body.

- I'm hiding out, minding my own business,

but can't help but hear all of you

yapping about the talismans opening the portal.

I thought I'd borrow them and get back home.

- Well, if you promise to behave,

when we perform the blood moon eclipse ritual next month,

we'll send you back. Deal?

- Works for me.

Here's your wallet back, by the way.

[upbeat laid-back music]

♪ ♪

- Well done. You two did a great job solving this mystery.

You make a good team.

- Yeah, I guess so.

- You did, however,

still break curfew, and rules are rules.

If we didn't follow the rules, we'd be humans.

Now, the ultimate punishment.

Nightmare, the homework.

[Nightmare neighing]

both: Aw, caskets.

- Thanks for your help getting the talisman back.

- Thanks for your help catching my arch-nemesis.

Guess I better finish the story for my Monster Minute.

Wait, where's my eyeball?

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

[gasps]

Sugar Rush Bandit, I'll get you!