Monster High: Electrified Page #2

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so that we can get back at them.

For making us hide in the first place.

Moanica, please take your seat so

we can continue with the lecture.

Oh, I've already heard plenty,

Professor Dracula.

And thank you for the lesson.

- It was very... enlightening.

- [students gasp]

Come on, zomboys.

[cackling]

I just got an idea.

Here's a song about a seorita

You know who I mean

You'll be lucky to meet her

Be in the class

Makin' a fool of the teacher

Moanica no-show

Ora comprendo

Always the center

in the "dormamental"

- Hey!

- [music continues]

Top of the class,

as if you need to ask

She got the lingo Now wave, mi amigo

Let the beat go for me and my amigo

Feel the beat, yo Stamp

your feet, yo [groaning]

Hola, te amo, mucho gusto

Me and my boys don't worry

Let the beat go for me and my amigo

[groan] Feel the beat,

yo Stamp your feet, yo

Hola, te amo, mucho gusto

[groaning]

Me and my boys don't worry

All the monsters in the school

They'll be comin' up

Need to know that there'll

be time to be growin' up

Lessons hittin' you harder

than a coconut

Gotta focus your mind

Always be on time

I got plans that

only I can figure out

Got the brains to pull 'em off

without a doubt

Now's the time to jump on up

and scream and shout

Me and my boys, we're gonna

show you what it's all about

Let the beat go for me and my amigo

Feel the beat, yo

Stamp your feet, yo

Hola, te amo, mucho gusto

Me and my boys don't worry

Let the beat go for me and my amigo

Feel the beat, yo Stamp

your feet, yo Ha!

Hola, te amo, mucho gusto

Me and my boys don't worry

[whistles]

[groaning]

[Moanica] You two, read all those.

You three, gather some of these.

You... get me a mummy mocha.

[voice] Hmm. What do you

think they're up to?

I don't know.

Oh, uh, who said that?

- Twyla?

- Hey.

You want me to keep an eye

on those zomboys for you?

I could see what they're planning.

Mmm.

As class president,

this is my responsibility.

But thank y...

Twyla?

[gasps]

Okay, you are really good at that.

Maybe you should keep an eye on them.

But you let me know

as soon as you find anything.

Whatever she's up to, I'll deal with it.

I've got a feeling

something big is on the horizon.

[rumbling]

Was that thunder?

[banging] Uh, sorry.

Runaway drum kit.

We're starting a band!

[banging continues]

And... she heard a noise.

As she headed down the dark tunnel,

slowly, she turned around.

But what she saw wasn't a ghost at all.

It was...

- ...a human!

- [all scream]

[laughing] You got me.

Come on, Frankie.

Let's play truth or scare.

Huh? Okay.

Truth or scare?

Cleo.

Hmm. Scare.

You have to...

...kiss Webby.

[giggles]

Ew.

[chirps]

[groans]

[smacks]

[chirps]

- [groans]

- [laughing]

Clawdeen, you're next. Truth or scare?

Yeah, um, I'm gonna go with truth.

Oh, I know. I know.

What's your biggest dream?

What do you want to do when we

don't have to hide from humans?

Well, um, when I was a were-pup,

we lived in a dark, dingy den.

There was no style, no art.

But then Monster High found me.

And I discovered how good it

made me feel to be creative,

and to create for others too.

So, my dream is to open a salon.

A place for everybody,

humans and monsters alike.

And I want to be the head stylist

that makes them all say...

[howls]

[applause]

Whoo-hoo! Yeah, nice.

Clawdeen, that's a spooktacular idea.

- You should do it.

- [scoffs] Yeah.

Maybe someday.

Or... right now?

Now? What, like, now now?

Think about it. Opening a salon is the perfect

next step to revealing ourselves to humans.

We could all work there

and get to know them.

They'll just think we're in costumes.

She's right.

Nothing makes someone open up to

you like sitting in a salon chair.

But, ghouls.

- I mean, where would the salon even go?

- [Frankie] I know!

The abandoned power station

where I used to hide.

It's the perfect spot

for such a voltageous idea.

This is all happening so fast.

- What if I'm not ready?

- [all] You're ready.

Ah, um...

[sighs]

Okay, let's do it.

Let's turn the power station

into a fierce salon!

[cheering]

Yes!

[laughing]

[chirping]

Ta-da!

Um, it looks nice.

[object bangs]

And... like I should

be wearing a hard hat?

I know, I know. It might

not look like much now.

It's perfect!

I can see it now.

Reclining lounge coffins

in the waiting area here.

A row of styling chairs

with crystal skulls over there.

And in that corner?

Wait for it. Fog machines!

[zapping]

Hmm.

This here and up there...

[ricochets]

[screams] Huh?

Oh, we should probably

do something about that.

[grunts]

It's going to take a lot of work

to get this place ready.

You're sure you can do it, Cleo?

My family built towering pyramids

that have stood for eons.

Trust me. I can do this.

[thunder rumbles]

[panting] Um...

Ah. No.

[groans] No, no, no, no!

[grunting, growling]

Wrong! All wrong.

Mmm.

[grunting]

Uh-oh. No, no, no, no, no, no, no! No!

I can't do this!

Everything okay in here, sweet pup?

I'm designing looks for the

salon's big opening night.

But nothing is good enough.

What about this one? This is good.

Mom, that's just a sleeve!

Well, it's a very nice sleeve.

[groans]

You don't understand.

When we open for the normies,

everything has to be incredible.

Mmm.

What if nobody likes what I do?

Clawdeen, being creative is hard.

You have to open up your heart

and show it to all the world.

Painful, yes.

But joyful too.

I believe in you.

You just need to believe in you too.

You can't rush great art.

[sighs, chuckles] You're right.

I have all the time in the world

to make these looks perfect.

Hey, Clawdeen, a question.

Um, is it all right if I tell some of my

old normie bandmates about the salon?

Well, of course, Ari.

Great. And is it okay

if they post about it online?

Um, sure. I mean, we want a lot

of normies to come to the salon.

Okay. Good.

Because all of that already happened.

[giggles]

And now my fans are posting about it.

And then more fans re-posted it.

[phone dinging]

Again... and again... and...

Ooh. Again! [dinging]

So... you're saying that...

We're going to have hundreds of normies

at the salon opening this weekend.

Right. Hundreds of normies.

This weekend.

Wait, this weekend?

Everyone was so excited and

then I got excited and, well...

Now can I panic?

Officially, as your mother,

I'm supposed to say no.

But, yes, I would probably panic.

[grunting, growling]

[zomboys grunting]

Huh.

[shutter clicking]

[phone dials, rings]

[Frankie] Hi.

He-Hey, it's Twyla.

We need to talk.

[thunder crashes]

[Frankie] Wow. This is good work.

Digging tools, the Tesla coil,

electrical equipment.

And who has a zom-bake sale in the

middle of nowhere during a rainstorm?

Ooh. Brownie.

Don't eat that. I checked.

Yeah, it's like 90 percent dirt.

Ew.

What could they possibly be up to?

I feel terrible asking, but...

can you keep watching them?

[chuckles] It's what I do best.

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