02x20 - One Were to Rule Them All

[bunniefuu]

Yeah

♪ We might give you a fright

We're Monster High.

- No, no, not this one.

Captain Willie,
once again,

I'm near the end of the time
I can maintain this form.

Even after all I went through

when I was
in that Foxford shape

to get the key
to the were-ruler library

and steal the orb
from Dracula's safe

so I could decode the ancient,
rare creature texts.

To stop forever shifting,

become one who belongs
and sees drifting.

Blah blah, blah.
I'm trying.

If being in the form
of Headmistress Bloodgood

doesn't count as belonging,

well, then I don't know
what does.

I hate the glitching.

Why can't I figure out a form
that I can stay in forever?

"Were-Aardvark to Were-Zebra:

A Complete Guide
to All the Were Creatures."

Maybe that holds the key.

Now, where are my hands?

- Hey, Catty.
Yeah, I'm at Furball Hall.

It does feel weird that it's
my last day as were-ruler.

I'm even packing up my office.

Anyway, the reason I called
was to talk about the concert

after the election
results are announced.

We can meet there, then
head over to Monster High.

And--I'll call you back.

Wait, is that
the shapeshifters' whale toy?

What were you doing
in the library?

Why are you here?

I do not like it when
you play twinsies.

Here's the thing.

I have a lot
of practice being me.

So you should--
- Run away? Way ahead of you.

What?

- This is Karen Kraken
reporting live

from Furball Hall

with a special were-election
news report.

- Where could they be?

- Deadline
for voting is tomorrow.

And these are the candidates
vying for your vote.

Whiskerene,
Whiskerbeth, Bearon,

Romulus, and Barkimedes.

- The shapeshifter
could be any of--

Cleo, why did you scream?

Screaming with laughter.

Frankie and I were
setting up the ballot box.

And Frankie just told me
the most high-voltage joke.

Frankie, what's your
mom's middle name?

Easy--Shelley.

This is fun.
What's your mom's middle name?

- There's got to be a better
way to find the shapeshifter.

Come on, instincts.

Clawdeen, why
are you squinting

and staring at everyone?

- According to my bionic ear,

it sounded like she mumbled
something about finding

the shapeshifter.
- Shapeshifter? Where? Who?

- Last I saw,
they looked like me.

But before that, they were
Headmistress Bloodgood.

Headmistress,
that's why she called me

Frizzy twice last week.

Thought it was just
a fun nickname.

Furballs.

If the shifter has been
impersonating headmistress,

the real headmistress
must be trapped

in that troll dimension.
- We're hearing action alert.

- Um, hello.

Are you all having an important
discussion without moi?

- We should take this
to were-office.

Deuce, we need
you for a minute.

- You got it.

Seven scalies and one
Deuce dude reporting for duty.

- Clawdeen, are you
forgetting something?

- There's power in
us working together.

So we need to use the
portal in this whale

to go to the troll dimension
and save Bloodgood.

But we also really
need to figure out--

There you are.

As I was trying to say, the
Little Paws will be here soon

to do their election project.

And instead of getting
ready for them,

you're here having
a secret boo crew meeting.

- No!
- The Little Paws.

I can't exactly
be mentoring kids

while I'm on
a top-secret mission.

Toralei, can you look after all
the Little Paws on your own?

- I can't be in charge
of a group of were-kids

all by myself.

- Whiskerene?
- Are you the real Whiskerene?

- Not another step,
possible shapeshifter.

- You prove you're you.

- I have not a clue what
you're talking about.

I thought I'd get a quick
measure of my future office.

This space is much
smaller than I realized.

Maybe when I'm were-ruler,
I can knock down that wall.

Totally self-centered?

Yeah, I think
that's really Whiskerene.

- If you say so.

all:
Little Paws.

- I saw two bugs.

- That's clawsome, Bunny.
- I'm Hisstina.

And this is Bunny.
And this is Pawla.

- I think this office
is reaching max capacity.

- It is cozy, isn't it?

- Yeah!

We just need a moment.

I'm still were-ruler, so here's
what's going to happen.

Toralei and Whiskerene, you
take charge of the Little Paws

and get back to Furball Hall.

I suppose I can do that.

The were-pups
can help me pick out

the new curtains
I'll be installing

in Furball Hall
when I become were-ruler.

This way, young ones.

- Goodbye.
- Goodbye.

- The Little Paws
are here to learn

and have fun volunteering, not
to help you with your chores.

- Okay, quick,

before someone else randomly
pops in here, what's the plan?

- Yeah, let's get
to the rescuing.

- But there's another mystery.
This--the shapeshifter had it.

- That's no mystery.

That's my dad's
missing decoder orb.

A decoder?

The shapeshifter
was using it in the library.

- Um, shouldn't we be
portal-ing off

to save Headmistress Bloodgood?

- Yeah, and finding
the shapeshifter?

- Being were-ruler has taught
me that sometimes

it's best to slow down and
think about things.

If we can find what
they were decoding,

maybe we can learn something
to help us stop them,

like why they came here or
why they keep shapeshifting.

- I bet it's fun, like when
you go into your human form.

- That's it, Frankie!
- Really?

- Well, not exactly.

But we learned in grade school
that all were-creatures

are shapeshifters.

Most of them only have a
creature form and a human form.

- So whoever we're dealing with

must be some sort
of were-creature that can shift

into different forms.

Totally tracks that they came
to the were-ruler library

for exclusive deets
on the how-tos.

This is it!

"To stop forever shifting,
become one who belongs

and cease drifting."
- A riddle!

If we can figure it out,
maybe we can stop them.

- I bet Headmistress Bloodgood
would be a big help.

She knows more
about monsters than anyone.

- You're right.
And now I have a plan.

We'll split into teams.

Operation Rescue
Headmistress Bloodgood

and Team Stop Shapeshifter.

- Go, team!
- We're ready.

Go for it, Frankie.

- Good thing
my Dr. Blunder brain bit

knows all about
activating portals

hidden in stuffed animals.

all:
Whoa!

Whoa.

Things have changed here.

- Head for the fortress!

Aah!

- What?
Hey!

Sticky!

You finally arrived.

I knew my intrepid students
would figure it out--

eventually.

A B-plus effort.

- Nice traps.

No way the troll is
getting past those.

- Now we'll think of a strategy
for distracting the troll

and getting you out of here,
Headmistress.

- No need.
Escape plan is ready to go.

- Let's find that shifter.

- Hello.
Good to see you.

Are you a shapeshifter?
How about you?

- Shapeshifter?
Next!

- Hey, Teez, any thoughts
on belonging or drifting?

- When were-creatures are done
marking their ballots,

they put them
in a box like this.

There are hundreds
of these ballot boxes

set up all over the world.

Of course, I voted for myself.

Pups, enough wolf-play now!

One sticker per voter.

- Yes, it's a tight race,

but I believe I stand out
from the crowd.

- Fintastic. It will be perfect
for my documentary.

Yay!

- Excuse me.
Please watch the little ones.

I have a campaign duty.

- You mean crashing
Whiskerbeth's interview?

- Um, yes, that
is my intention.

- Listen,
I get being competitive,

but you have to think
about creatures

other than yourself right now.

- Toralei, Whiskerene,
we need some help.

- Hisstina, how did
this even happen?

Pawla, Pawl, come back!

Well, this is an
impressively sticky situation.

- I got a gift
for sticky situations.

Can you help her?

- "Help"? Well, I'm not used
to helping others,

but I suppose I could try.

- Now!

Hello. We've been
neighbors so long,

but we haven't been
properly introduced.

I'm Headmistress Bloodgood,

and these are
some of my finest students.

First up, Deuce.

Things are getting rocky
for the troll dude.

- Clawdeen Wolf.

She's a newer student
but a quick learner.

- Headmistress has been
collecting the super-sticky sap

from the trees for weeks.

Come on!
- Over here!

- And here's Monster High's
student bloody president,

Draculaura.

- Excellent work, students.

Now run!

- Yes! Welcome back,
Headmistress!

I would have totally missed you
if I had any clue

you'd been missing
for three months.

- I don't know
what's happening,

but I must get it on film.

Wait, why am I there?

Um, I better film this.

That's the shapeshifter!

- What is going on here?
Aah!

- It's over. No more
impersonating our friends.

Let's figure out where
you belong, together.

- Never!

Another me?

No, thank you.

This is Karen Kraken
signing off!

- Stay away from me!

Why does this always happen?

Go away!

- Clawdeen, are you here?

We need to plan the set list

for the election-results
concert at Monster High.

Lagoona, what's happening?

- There's an angry shapeshifter
in Kraken form outside.

Very dramatic.

- Fighting something
of this size...

Will be tough.

But with our plan--

- Wait, Clawd, we can't
just fight this out.

The whole reasons
I introduced elections

is to stop fighting
to solve everything.

- But fighting's
very effective.

- And kind of fun.
- And fast.

- And if we don't fight,

how are we supposed
to calm a kraken?

- They're a shapeshifter, which
means they're a were-creature.

And I'm the were-ruler.
It's my duty to help them.

Leave me alone!

Safety.

- Whiskerbeth, let me in!

- No room, Romulus!
Move along!

- Aah!
- Were-pups, watch out!

- Our enemies try
to take us down.

But during the chaos,
heroes rise.

- We've got to get
the Little Paws out of here.

- I have an idea.
Follow me.

- Clawdeen.

- I'm not trying to...

Fight you.

- I said, leave me alone!

- We just want to know
what the riddle means.

"To stop forever shifting,

become one who belongs
and cease drifting."

- Um, also, how come
you've never shifted into me?

Being a royal mummy is not
spooktacular enough for you?

Tentacle tangle!

- If you don't like
being a kraken,

shift into your original form.
- No!

Go away!
- Aah!

Cleo!

- You okay, Cleo?

You didn't break
your spleen jar, did you?

- Aah!
- My Ra, Frankie.

So sweet of you to ask.

But ever since I got
the mummy talisman,

I don't need to carry
around my organs anymore.

We can't
let it throw us around!

- Yeah, let's hold it down.

- This way.
Things are less shaky here.

Ooh, being helpful
feels, good.

Well...

I must get back
on the campaign trail.

- Where is Whiskerene going?

- Probably to help the others
'cause she's a good werewolf.

- Actually, she's going to go
do something for herself--

like always.

- No, there's a whisper
inside me saying

I should help the others.

I fear
that's your conscience.

And trust me, once you start
helping, you never stop.

So I'm coming with you.

Let's get rescuing!

- Holding it down
was a bad idea.

This violates multiple rules!

Whoa!

Landing on a boo crew
has got to be bad luck.

- Hi, Catty.
Excited for the concert.

- Being Foxford taught me
a few things

about Furball Hall.

Ha ha!

Is that the Mrs. Wolf and Son
bug trap spray?

- Yes, it is!

Your mom created the formula
when she was were-ruler.

Learned that
in the were-library--

so educational.

Now, don't follow me!

- Okay, that should be
everyone.

- Meow.
- Are you carrying a head?

- Unfortunately, I flew
farther than my body.

Listen, we need a way
to turn the shifter

into something not kraken.

If I recall my
Headmistress handbook,

it says high-frequency sounds
can revert shapeshifters

to their original form.

But what would make
a high enough sound?

- I know--catacomb crawlers.
Their buzz is super high.

- Splendid idea.

Bunny Earickson,
you are going to make

a fine Monster High student
one day.

Toralei, can you place a call?

My iCoffin is with my body.

all: Whoa!

- Toralei?

- You'll want to hear
what Bunny has to say

about catacomb crawlers.

- They will help you.
- She's right.

The catacomb crawlers'
high-pitched buzzing

will interfere with
the shapeshifter's ability

to maintain a borrowed shape.

Clawsome. Thanks.

- Nothing can break
synthetic golem force field.

- This is a synthetic
golem force field?

Why didn't you say so?

Eye of newt, lupin sprout,
open wide and let us out!

You knowing that spell,
a major stroke of good luck.

- But now that we're out,
where can we get crawlers?

- The Hissfits summoned
a lot of crawlers

with music a while ago.

It was a great concert.

- Hold on.
Goobert?

- Hey, Clawdine.

I was helping set up
for Catty's concert later,

and is this kraken
supposed to be here?

- The shapeshifter
is at Monster High.

We're going to need music
to get those crawlers

and transform it back
to its original shape.

Catty?
- I have the purr-fect song.

- There has to be something
here to make me belong.

I should have taken
Catty's hairbrush

when I had the chance!

She's a fright to see

Lucky

No! No! That buzzing.

- Stop, I can't go back.

- No! Aah!

What?

- Whoa!

- It worked, I think.

Is this your original shape?
- Yes, I'm a were-whale.

This is the real me.

- Now, that's fishy.
- Actually, whales are mammals.

Nothing's ever fishy.

- Were-whales can shapeshift?

- Yes, were-whales can shift
into any shape if we have hamr,

like fur, hair, or scales
to use as a guide.

Or at least I read
all the were-whales can,

but I haven't ever met
another were-whale.

The were-texts said we
are solitary creatures.

- That sounds hard.
Can you tell us your story?

- My name is Hemming.

I grew up swimming in
the waters of the Nordic Seas.

When I turned 13,
I got my were-powers,

and I started shifting.

I wanted to be someone else,
someone who fit in.

But even when I found
a form I liked,

I couldn't stay in it
for long.

And when those
I thought were my friends

found out I was shifting
to be one of them,

they chased me away.

That's why I became Foxford--

so I could get
into the were-library

with the secret texts.

But then I needed the orb
to decode those secrets.

Why are weres so obsessed
with secrecy?

- That's when you found
the riddle--

"To stop forever shifting,

become one who belongs
and cease drifting."

- But even in Bloodgood's form,
I couldn't stop shifting.

Now, thanks to your bugs,
I'm back to this form,

and I hate it.
- Why?

Being a whale seems awesome.

- We've never seen
a were-whale before.

Yeah, I'm the only
one I've ever seen, too.

That's why
I don't like the sea.

It's so lonely.

But whales
don't belong on land.

I'm sorry.
I know I did everything wrong.

I'll go back to the sea now.

- Wait. We're not letting
you go like this.

What you did is not okay,
but you're also not alone.

Your story is a lot like mine.
- What? How?

You're like my opposite.

- I've never stolen
anyone's identity--

that was really bad--

but I did used to feel
like I didn't belong.

There was no one else
like me where I grew up.

But then I found Monster High,
and everything changed.

I got the moonclaw on my 15th
birthday, and it led me here.

It gave me the power

to transform from human
to werewolf whenever I wanted.

During the blood-moon eclipse,

the moonclaw
fused with the human talisman

and became something new.

But even though I love it,
its power is not mine to keep.

It's the talisman of all rare
species, including were-whales.

My instincts tell me
that this can help you

and let you stay
in whatever form you want

for as long as you want.

- You'll give me that? Me?

- Yes, I don't need it anymore.

I know who I am
and where I belong.

But if I give this to you,
you have to promise

to stop taking
other monsters' shapes

and to pass it on when you
meet a rare creature

who needs it more.

- I want to take it,
but I'm scared.

What if I still
can't stop shifting?

- It's not the shifting
that's the problem.

It's shifting into forms
that don't belong to you.

But I'm all for you
finding a form

that you're comfortable in
and that's unique.

Here, try it.

I didn't know
I could do that!

Totally unique, not like
anyone I've met before--

just the me I want to be.

- Hello, Hemming.

I've been listening in,
and I wanted to let you know,

as a teen monster,

you are welcome to enroll
at Monster High.

All monsters belong here.

- Really?
- Thank you.

Thank you!

- You're welcome.

But you will have
to serve an ocean's worth

of community service and do
some sessions with Dr. C.

- Well, we meant to do this
at Furball Hall,

but it took some damage.

So here I am at Monster High

to announce the winner
of the first election

of were-ruler of the alliance
of were-species is...

Whiskerene!

- How?
- Hey, don't be so modest.

Everyone saw Lagoona's video,

Miss Whisker-hero
of the Little Paws.

Thank you. Thank you.

I would have never done
any of that

if I hadn't met my new friends.

They showed me how great it
feels to do things for someone

other than yourself.

- That's great, but those
who need our help most

don't have time
to wait for everyone

to have a heart-changing
experience.

That's why you should use
this position

to help the most vulnerable
were-creatures,

those who may have been
excluded by the way things

were before.
- I will.

- There you have it.

The election is done,
and there's a new were-ruler.

- Let's hear it

for the first peaceful transfer
of power in were-history!

- Lagoona Blue, I've seen
your election documentary.

It's good.
- Thank you, Miss Kraken.

And I admire your reporting.

Perhaps we can do
a collab one day.

Lucky

- You did it, Clawdeen!
You rocked the were-world.

- How does it feel to be
the former were-ruler?

- Clawsome!
Now I can do whatever I want.

Maybe I'll become
a therapist or a teacher

or a were-historian.

Or I can focus on right now,

being 15 and dancing with
my two best boos in the world.

- The shapeshifter didn't do
any work while I was gone.

- ♪ To be me!

I miss the Troll Dimension.