Monster High: Freaky Fusion

Missing something!

I'll save you, Frankie!

Neighthan!

I'm okay!

When we get back to the others,

can we skip telling them that last part?

My hero.

Whoa!

Hey, look over here!

Look over here! Whoa! Whoa!

Look at this!

Sirena! Be careful!

Avia! Bonita!

- Looks like you two could use a lift. - Hang on, Frankie!

Okay, okay, I know what you're thinking.

Who's that voltageously cute zombie-unicorn guy,

and could he be any more adorbs?

That or you're wondering about the big scary creature.

Either way, I'll bet I've sparked your attention.

This is a story about family.

There are lots of different types of families.

And they can sometimes be found in pretty unexpected places.

But, hey, I'm getting ahead of myself.

Let's tell the story from the beginning.

Oh, right! The opening titles!

We are monsters We are proud

We are monsters Say it loud

Don't stop rocking your right to fright

We are Monster High

We are monsters We are proud

We are monsters, say it loud We are Monster High

We are monsters We are proud

We are monsters, say it loud We are Monster High

It all started on the 200th anniversary

of the opening of Monster High,

the bite-centennial celebration.

It was a really big deal.

Ugh, I guess this bite-centennial celebration is a really big deal.

Ugh! You ghouls smell that? It's like cheap cologne.

Ahem.

Did I say cheap?

I meant cheerfully applied

by our favorite invisible drama teacher,

who loves giving us A's?

Smooth, Clawdeen. Very smooth.

Are we ready for this evening's scaritage performance, ladies?

Ready? Why, we're practically bursting at the seams.

I know how you feel.

The whole school is howling with anticipation

for the info-tainment event of the century,

"The History of Monster High.

"A Bite-centennial Celebration of Exceptional Acceptance."

A Mr. Where production.

Trademark pending.

Do not be late for the rehearsal this afternoon.

We won't.

Okay, seriously?

That cologne smells worse than a zombie's gym bag.

- Huh? - No offense, Ghoulia.

What's with the new kids?

You ghouls haven't met the new transfer students yet?

They're Hybrid Monsters.

You mean they're like two different monsters in one?

Exactly. They each have more than one scaritage.

Two different monsters?

Shouldn't they have to make up their minds?

Cleo, you can't even make up your mind

when you pick an outfit for school.

You know, I've heard this isn't the first time they've changed schools.

I guess being a Hybrid makes it hard to fit in.

They don't look very friendly.

Cleo, you don't look very friendly.

Oh, my ghoul, Frankie!

- Embarrassing. - Hey.

Are you okay?

Yeah, I don't know what happened. I just...

I'm Frankie.

And now would be the part where you tell me your name.

I'm...

Neighthan. His name is Neighthan.

Come on, Neighthan, let's go.

Oh, welcome to Monster High, Neighthan.

I think you and your Hybrid friends

are really going to like it here.

Yeah. Sure.

Come on, Neighthan. Time to go.

Told you they didn't seem very friendly.

I gotta go. Bye, Frankie.

Sign.

Bye.

...which finally brings us to

the most important branch of the de Nile family tree.

Next slide.

Me!

So, in conclusion,

because my family has more pharaohs and queens than anyone else's,

my scaritage project should win first prize.

The scaritage report is an assignment. Not a competition.

Well, just so long as we're all in agreement

that if this were a competition, I'd win.

Robecca Steam, your turn.

This is my father,

Hexiciah Steam.

He was a brilliant mechanic, a revolutionary inventor,

and a teacher here at Monster High.

I was well acquainted with Professor Steam.

Here we go again.

I was his favorite student. And who could blame him?

My father had a workshop down in the catacombs

where they say he invented something new every single day.

And one day, he invented me.

Favorite student. Right here.

And this belongs to my father.

I don't really know what it is.

Father went missing over 100 years ago,

so I've kept this to remember him by.

Every time I look at it,

it reminds me how grateful I am that

Hexiciah Steam discovered the secret to creating life,

to creating me.

Very good, Robecca.

And now, Frankie Stein.

Me? Okay.

Um...

So, um,

my grandfather was Victor Frankenstein, and

he built my dad, and...

That's all I know. Thank you.

That's it?

I think Grandpa went to Monster High.

Oh! Oh...

And I have these. The blueprints for making me.

And the photo album?

Oh, um...

Just a bunch of ripped out pages.

And that's all I got.

Frankie Stein,

I am most disappointed with this report.

You are completely unprepared.

But my mom and dad won't tell me about my...

When I was a student here at Monster High, I was always prepared.

It's like Professor Steam used to say, "If you're always prepared..."

"You'll never be scared."

Correct.

Frankie Stein,

you are to redo the assignment

and present it again first thing tomorrow.

Next, Abbey Bominable.

Family history starts with ice age.

Fasten seat belts. This could take a while.

Could somebody pass the Dead Sea salt?

- I've got it. - Here you go.

- After you. - Sorry about that.

- If you insist. - All right then.

- Oh, no, my fault. - Sorry about that.

Oh, for dying out loud.

Don't fret, love.

A bad grade on your project isn't the end of the world.

No, it's not that, Lagoona.

It's just,

you ghouls all seem to know so much about your scaritage.

But I don't know anything about mine.

Can you not speak to your father about your family?

My parents won't talk about my grandfather.

And anytime I ask,

my dad just gets into one of his moods and is all...

"Grandpa bad!"

Oh.

Too cold.

Allow me.

Much better.

Hey, guys! Wanna join us?

Yeah, that would be...

Unnecessary, because we've already got a table. Thanks.

Rude much? No wonder they got kicked out of eight different schools.

You know, I wish there was some way

we could find my father's workshop in the catacombs.

He used to keep a journal about everything.

If your grandfather was a student at Monster High,

I'm sure he'd have written about him.

You don't remember where it is?

If I really fire on all cylinders,

I think I might be able to find it.

Well, what are we waiting for?

Let's go find that journal.

Uh, Venus, you know I don't do salad.

Meow. What's this I hear about a mystery trip to the catacombs?

I'm so there. Scooch.

Hello, this is my space.

And why would you want to come with us to the catacombs, Toralei?

What? I'm a curious kitty.

Now let's go find that... Whatever it is we're finding.

All right, loverghoul, let's go.

I don't know why we couldn't sit with them.

Those ghouls seemed nice.

Neighthan, don't be naive.

Regular monsters don't want anything to do with us Hybrids.

You know how it works.

We change schools, get pushed around for a few weeks,

then it's off to find another school.