Monster High: Haunted

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

Go Sirena!

Go, go!

Unbelievable!

Sirena Von Boo just pulled off a double somersault in reverse!

M-O-N-S-T-E-R!

Monsters, monsters, yes, we are.

M-O-N-S-T-E-R...

Once again, thanks to Monster High's

aquatic superstar Sirena Von Boo,

it looks like the Plankton Prep diving team

is all but sunk.

Cheers, mate!

Hey, Rochelle, rock, paper, scissors?

One, two, three.

Paper beats rock.

Oh, I totally thought that would crack you up.

Ooh, pardon! Sorry, Twyla.

I was just wondering what it is like to do that.

I guess gargoyles can't swim?

No, I'd sink right to the bottom.

But I bet it's amazing.

And up next, Cali Marie, diving for the first time for Plankton Prep.

Okay, story, I need a story.

Just one story.

Ghouls, who's got a story?

I've got the need for leads.

Give me the gossip, gossip, gossip!

Ooh. Got a scoop?

Whoa, whoa, whoa! Slow down, Spectra. What's the matter?

I'm trying to come up with something new to post to the Ghostly Gossip

and I've got nothing!

It's been nearly two weeks since my last blog update

and my readers are getting very impatient.

Don't worry, ghoul friend, I've got your back.

After this meet is over, I'll help you find a good story.

No, a great story! I promise.

That is so sweet, Clawdeen. How come you're always there for me?

That's what ghoul friends do.

I'm gonna go check with the ghosts.

Maybe they've heard something.

Come on, ghosts.

You've got to have a story for the Ghostly Gossip.

- Operetta? - Let's see.

Okay, Manny and Iris broke up, then they got back together.

- And then they... - Old news.

I need something fresh.

Oh! I heard Mr. Hack bites his toenails.

Ew! Johnny Spirit, I said fresh, not gross.

M-O-N-S-T-E-R!

Monsters, monsters, yes, we are.

Whoo-hoo!

Hey, Toralei, got any news for my blog?

Here's some news.

You cheat on one essay in Creative Frightening class

and you get suspended from Fear Squad

for an entire month.

Actually Spectra, I do have some gossip.

I have my story!

All right, ghouls, a perfect pyramid ought to knock 'em dead!

Spectra's got a new blog, everybody.

Hurray!

New post on the Ghostly Gossip.

Take care, loyal readers.

This reporter just got a hot tip

that the werewolves of Monster High

have fallen victim to an outbreak of...

...were-fleas?

- Were-fleas? - Were-fleas!

Whoa, dude! You've got were-fleas?

I love you, bro, but back off.

Were-fleas?

Oh, dear, were-fleas?

Better steer clear of the werewolves.

Clawdeen, you have were-fleas?

- What? - Ew!

Hey! Cleo! Stop shaking!

What's going on down there?

I do not have were-fleas!

That's not even a thing!

Stop! Stop! You're going to make us...

Sorry.

I think I need to talk to Spectra.

Don't even think about it!

Oh, hey, sorry, Draculaura.

Oh. Johnny Spirit!

You scared me half to life!

Clawd just asked me to give these to you.

He's got were-fleas or something.

Stay away!

I'm probably contagious!

Tell him thank you for the roses.

But seriously, don't scare me like that.

Anyway, me and some of the other ghosts

are going to go float around the mall this afternoon.

- You and Clawd are welcome to join us. - I'll have to catch up with you.

I'm almost finished here.

Hello?

Is someone there?

Johnny Spirit? Is that you?

I told you not to scare me.

Tots!

Your hair looks clawsome, Draculaura.

How did you get it to do that?

Don't know, you'll have to ask my ghost friend.

Okay, I don't remember doing that,

but apparently I'm an amazing hair stylist.

No, I...

I think I'm being haunted.

Are you sure?

Yeah. Pretty sure.

Sirena, you are half ghost. Do you know anything about hauntings?

My grandmother used to say you could get rid of them

by holding your breath.

Or maybe that was hiccups.

Maybe we should go talk to another ghost about this.

Ghoul friend, we've got a problem.

You've got that right.

I'm going through the worst case of ghost writer's block in history.

I've got nothing to write about!

I'm talking about the story you posted yesterday.

About the were-fleas?

Oh, yeah, how's that going?

You're not still itchy, are you?

Spectra, there's no such thing as were-fleas.

That's just a gross rumor somebody made up.

Bad gossip.

And I know you didn't mean anything by it,

but you've got to be more careful posting rumors like that.

You gotta check your facts first.

Clawdeen, I am so sorry.

You're like the best ghoul friend

and I'd never want to cause any problems with my stories.

I heard Slow-Moe didn't come to school because he has geist-lice.

Ooh. Geist-lice!

You're doing it again.

Sorry.

I meant what I said before. I'll help you find a story.

Thanks, Clawdeen. I just get frustrated sometimes.

Great stories don't run up from out of nowhere, you know?

Draculaura's being haunted!

Haunted?

No, there's no way she's being haunted.

Maybe it was just the wind?

Could the wind style my hair like this?

Don't get me wrong, it's super cute, isn't it?

Are you okay, Spectra?

It's not possible. It can't be a haunting.

That's against the rules.

Rules? What rules?

Whoa!

Is there something you're not telling us?

Don't worry, Draculaura.

It won't happen again. It just won't happen again.

Well, all right then. Problem solved. What's next?

Oh! How about we help Clawdeen with her flea thingie?

Come on, let's see where she's going.

Hello?

It's like she just vanished!

Where did she go?

Clawdeen, are you sure that's a good idea?

No, but I promised Spectra I'd help her find a story.

And whatever she's after, I'm not letting her go alone.

Where are we?

Whoa.

Hello?

Is anybody here?

Is anybody else here?

Okay, well...

This was fun, but...

You're not supposed to be here.

Seriously, I don't think you're supposed to be here.

Sorry about that.

I get carried away with this whole "reaper" thing sometimes.

I'm River! River Styxx!

Nice to meet you, River.

- Nice boat? - Thanks!

It's my dad's.

Usually he's the one that ferries ghosts between the two worlds,

but he's at a Reaper Convention in Las Plague-as.

So until he gets back,

this baby's my very own party yacht to the Ghost World!

I'm sorry, did she just say, "The Ghost World?"

You ghouls are not supposed to be here.

Yeah, the dancing reaper made that quite clear.

Did somebody say confetti cannons?

Spectra, what is going on?

You have to promise not to tell anyone.

There's another world, a Ghost World,

where all the different types of ghosts come from.

There are phantoms like Operetta,

banshees like Scarah,

and even faceless ghosts like my old friend Kiyomi.