Part 1[]
FRANKIE: Clawdeen! Something up?
DRACULAURA: Yeah, you've been trying to drink an empty Zappachino for 6 minutes.
CLAWDEEN: Yeah, something's up. Or down? I'm worried about the Were-Ruler election. It's almost here, and not enough Were-Folk plan to vote. It hasn't helped that the vibes have been getting really negative.
FOXFORD: What do we really know about Bearon? Sources say that those medals are fake!
ROMULUS: Selena Wolf was a great leader, but she had her chance. It's time for new fur. It's time for Romulus!
WHISKERENE: (slurps) Romulus, Selena, Whiskerbeth, Bearon, Foxford. Ugh, they all stink. Vote Whiskerene!
FRANKIE: Hey, Clawdeen? Some text message from Catty Noir just interrupted my political attack ad watching.
CLAWDEEN: (gasps) Catty Noir said yes!
FRANKIE: What? Yeah! Whoo-hoo-hoo! Wait, what did she say yes to?
CLAWDEEN: The Were-Folk Gotta Vote concert. It's a big concert to get all the Were-Folk excited about voting.
CLEO: Wait, did you say that Catty Noir is coming here?
CLAWDEEN: Yeah! Catty Noir is going to perform at Monster High tonight!
LAGOONA: The Catty Noir?
TEEZ: Catty is cool.
SPECTRA: Amazing.
GOOBERT: I love her!
CLAWDEEN: Plus, we'll stream the concert on EekTok.
CLEO: Scarabs, relax. Stop losing all sense of cool just because Catty coming here is too cool!
DEUCE: Seven hisses for Catty!
FOXFORD: Ah! Oh, Captain Whaley, why is it like this? I find a good shape to take and then three months in, things start going all out of control. I've shifted to shapes I've taken before. I can't let anyone see me shift. Or worse, see the real me. Ugh, don't you give me that look. I will not be going back to my original form. Besides, now that I have the decoder orb from Dracula's safe, I can read the text. History of shapeshifting, shapeshifting recipes. (gasps) Here it is, shapeshifting control. "To stop forever shifting, become one who belongs and cease drifting." Huh? This is the key to controlling it? How do I belong? I guess I should take the shape of someone who really belongs. Then I'll be able to keep the shape! Well, until we figure this out, we better find our new shape for the next three months. In the meantime, back to Monster High to help the Were-Ruler with her concert thing. Ooh, Clawdeen got Catty Noir! Ha! Fantastic! Ooh, uh, good evening, Mr. Klopman.
KLOPMAN: (groans) Another chipped toe? Ugh.
FOXFORD: Being a golem could be fun.
FRANKIE: Speakers are live! And so is the latest election poll. Want to see the current standings?
CLAWDEEN: Yeah, let's see them, Frankie. Mom's tied with Foxford and Romulus?
DRACULAURA: Don't worry, Clawdeen. Catty Noir will be here soon.
CLAWDEEN: And soon is now, because Catty is paws down in T-minus two minutes.
STUDENT: (gasps) She's here!
CATTY: (chuckles) Me-ow.
SPECTRA: Catty, sign this?
CATTY: Sure. How about a paw bump?
TEEZ: Oh, she's real.
CATTY: Oh, hello.
CLAWDEEN: Catty!
CATTY: (gasps) Clawdeen! Thanks for the welcome, Cat Fiends. But now I got to see my Were-Ruler.
CLAWDEEN: Hi, Catty! Thanks so much for agreeing to this.
CATTY: No, thank you, Clawdeen. I'm so excited to contribute to something important. Having an election is going to rock the whole were-world.
CLAWDEEN: Yeah, I think so, too!
ROMULUS: Boo! Hiss! This concert is a front! Everyone knows that Clawdeen doesn't want a fair election! She just wants her mom to win! That's why I'm calling for a concert cubcott!
CATTY AND CLAWDEEN: Huh?
ROMULUS: It's like a boycott, but werewolf-style, 'cause...cubs. Uh, I'm saying don't watch the concert!
GOOBERT: Don't watch it?
GREEN INSECTOID STUDENT: Maybe Romulus is right.
CLAWDEEN: Don't listen to him. The concert will benefit all the candidates. Plus, "cub-cott" isn't a great pun.
ROMULUS: (laughs sarcastically) You hear that? Clawdeen only likes her own puns and doesn't support anyone else's puns! Cub-cott! Cub-cott!
CLAWDEEN: Come on. Don't worry about him.
ROMULUS: Cub-cott! Cub-cott!
CATTY: I hope you meant what she said. My music is all about bringing monsters together, not causing division.
CLAWDEEN: That's exactly why I invited you, and why all Were-Folks should watch the concert and vote!
LAGOONA: So much drama! It is quite good for my election documentary. Barkimedes, what do you think?
BARKIMEDES: Eh, I don't want to take sides.
LAGOONA: But who are you going to vote for? Romulus? Selena? Foxford?
BARKIMEDES: I'm not sure. The idea of voting is cool, but no one's talking about anything I care about.
LAGOONA: Ooh, interesting. Congratulations! You are now the star of my documentary, "Barkimedes: The Ultimate Undecided Were-Voter."
CLAWDEEN: The Clawditorium is right this way.
CATTY: Actually, can we do a tour first? I like to get a sense of a place before I perform. Lucky catnip so I can nip any bad luck vibes.
CLAWDEEN: Clawsome. Let the tour begin. In here's Mrs. O'Shriek's classroom. And there's a Garbage Goblin.
CATTY: Oh, no, it's bad luck to see a solo Garbage Goblin! Whew, thank whiskers there's another one. As my grandcat always said, "Garbage Goblin in sets of two, then it's all good luck for you."
CLAWDEEN: And, oh, there's our casketball coach, Mr. Klopman. Hey, Coach!
KLOPMAN: Hi, kids!
CATTY: Hi!
KLOPMAN: I like being called Coach.
DEUCE: Yo, Coach, I'm glad I caught you. Did you said I should focus on my skull slide or casket carry?
KLOPMAN: Uh, you tell me. Um, Golem Forcefield power on! Run!
DEUCE: Uh, Coach, am I in time out?
KLOPMAN: And this shape is not going to work. Hmm?
FOXFORD: [as Goobert] Ooh, I'm jiggly. (chuckles) That's fun.
CLAWDEEN: And our creepateria is always well-stocked with Moon Chips. Oh, uh-- (chuckles) That's my mom. Be right back.
CATTY: No worries!
SELENA: Clawdeen, big news. I'm dropping out of the Were-Ruler race.
CLAWDEEN: What happened? Did Romulus do something?
SELENA: No, this is just about me. I was Were-Ruler for many years. Now that I'm back, I want to stretch my claws. I'm going to start a program to assist senior monsters.
APOLLO: And I'm going to help. It'll be a great way to learn about the monster world.
CLAWDEEN: That does sound like important work, mom. Trust your instincts.
SELENA: I will.
CATTY: Bad luck looming?
CLAWDEEN: Kind of. My mom's out of the race. Now I'm worried there's no good candidates for Were-Ruler left.
CATTY: Who do you think should be running? It should be someone who listens and looks out for all of Were-Kind... Even those who aren't as strong or loud.
CLAWDEEN: I don't know if any of the candidates can do that.
CATTY: I'm sure the right candidate is out there somewhere.
LAGOONA: Bearon, why did you decide to run for Were-Ruler?
BEARON: Well, just between you and me--
LAGOONA: And the potentially millions of monsters watching.
BEARON: I actually thought I was signing up for the Were-Folk potluck. But I'm the kind of werebear who sees something through until the end. (stomach growls) Even if there aren't any mashed scare-tatoes at the finish line.
WHISKERENE: Vote for me, not her!
WHISKERBETH: No! Vote against her! Which means vote for me.
BARKIMEDES: And you're Whiskerbeans?
WHISKERBETH: I am Whiskerbeth!
WHISKERENE: I'm Whiskerene!
LAGOONA: Hey, Goobert, have you seen Foxford? I need him for my documentary.
GOOBERT: Hey, you! Foxford? You're looking for Foxford? Uh, I think he left town.
LAGOONA: Really? Before the concert? It is very odd that candidate would not be at the concert of the very famous Catty Noir. Huh?
CATTY: 11, 12, 13 brushes for luck. 🎵Meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow🎵
FOXFORD: [as Lagoona] Who doesn't want to be a pop star?
DRACULAURA: You're fangtastic.
FRANKIE: This us going to be voltageous!
FOXFORD: [as Lagoona] Ugh, Clawdeen is always with all her friends. Wait, one who belongs. Maybe the real meant becoming someone popular like Clawdeen.
CLAWDEEN: Ah! Oh. (chuckles) Hey, Lagoona. You startled me. How's the documentary going?
FOXFORD: [as Lagoona] Uh, fine, fine, but I need to brush my hair. Could I borrow yours?
CLAWDEEN: Um, sure.
FOXFORD: [as Lagoona] Thanks! Oh, I didn't realize I did that. I shall just grab this brush.
CLAWDEEN: Lagoona!
FOXFORD: [as Lagoona] Uh-- (gasps, groaning)
FRANKIE: (gasps) Water puddles, my electricity's arch nemesis!
CATTY: Ah! Cats and water do not mix! Plus, I can't let the mic get wet.
DRACULAURA: Lagoona, are you OK?
FOXFORD: [as Lagoona] I seem to have wet myself. Uh, I mean, sprayed myself. But I am now OK. Thanks for the brush.
FRANKIE: Uh-oh, we got bigger problems than water damage. EekTok is down. If we can't get the connection to work, the concert can't be live- or undead-streamed.
CATTY: But the were-community was counting on that to watch the concert.
CLAWDEEN: (sniffs) This doesn't smell right. Romulus is jamming the signal! Oh, I'll take care of this!
CATTY: Go, Clawdeen!
CLAWDEEN: Romulus, turn that signal back on!
ROMULUS: No! You're trying to rig the election! I'm just trying to keep things fair!
CLAWDEEN: I am trying to be fair, but you keep using under-clawed tactics and sabotaging things. What?
ROMULUS: Huh? Two Clawdeens?
FOXFORD: [as Clawdeen] Uh-lh, get ready to fire up the portal, Captain Whaley.
CLAWDEEN: Who are you.
FOXFORD: [as Clawdeen] Um, I can see why you'd be confused. Have you seen my whale?
ROMULUS: What's happening? Where are we?
CLAWDEEN: Good questions. Also, who is that?
Part 2[]
ROMULUS: Where are we? Why were there two of you? Who is that gnarly troll dude?
CLAWDEEN: I'll handle this. Stay put, Romulus. Hi there. Uh, that looks like it's probably the portal back to where I belong and we really need to get back there as soon as possible. So if you could let us pass-- whoa, OK. Uh, maybe just me? Romulus did call you gnarly. (screams, grunts)
ROMULUS: Psh, of course you'd try asking. Watch your future were-leader handle this.
The real FOXFORD: It's no use trying to get past him.
CLAWDEEN: Foxford, you're here? Did the flake Clawdeen vortex zap you, too?
THE REAL FOXFORD: I don't know any Clawdeen, real or fake, or who either of you are.
CLAWDEEN: What? I'm Clawdeen, the real one. I'm the Were-Ruler. He's just Romulus. And you're my assistant, remember?
The REAL FOXFORD: You're the Were-Ruler? Ha! I told Catarina her plan was doomed. One minute, I'm waiting for her to get back from the Monster Ball. And the next, I'm here. You two better start on your shelters, by the way. I am not sharing mine. Weaving that rope out of bark took me weeks. Night.
CLAWDEEN: So wait. The nice, helpful Foxford I met at my coronation wasn't you?
The REAL FOXFORD: Nope. Based on your story, I'd say that was a shapeshifter who is now pretending to be you. Keep up.
CLAWDEEN: We've been hanging out with a shapeshifter this whole time?
ROMULUS: Yep. I guess they were fake Foxford, and now they're you. I'm not sure why. Aside from being Were-Ruler, you're nothing special.
CLAWDEEN: The shapeshifter is pretending to be the Were-Ruler!
LAGOONA: So Clawdeen, how should Barkimedes decide who to vote for?
SHAPESHIFTER: [as Clawdeen] Every were citizen needs to make their own choice, but I think you should vote for me.
BARKIMEDES: But you're not running.
SHAPESHIFTER: [as Clawdeen] Oh, right. Foxford was running. (chuckles) But not me--until now! I, Clawdeen Wolf, am running for Were-Ruler.
ROMULUS: Hoo-ha! Which way am I going? Nobody knows! Hoo-hoo-ha! (groans) Whoa! (grunts)
CLAWDEEN: Hi. Being all along here must be hard. Want to talk about it? Uh, not looking for friends. Got it. (screams)
FOXFORD: Could you be quieter with your doomed attempts to escape? I'm trying to nap.
CLAWDEEN: OK, we got to get back, so on to plan D. Or are we on F? Well, anyway, I'll hide behind this branch's camouflage, and you distract him, so--
ROMULUS: No! I'm not going to be the bait again! What if--
CLAWDEEN: I'm still the Were-Ruler, and there's power in us working together. I got us through midterms, right? So plan F on the count of three.
ROMULUS: For once, can you just hear me out?
CLAWDEEN: One, two, three!
ROMULUS: Uh, hey, troll, look at me over here.
FOXFORD: Ooh, what a wonderful Were-Ruler you are.
SHAPESHIFTER: [as Clawdeen] Frankie, friend of mine, can you check the polls again?
FRANKIE: Oh, you're still in the lead, just like you have been ever since you joined the race! Everyone loves you!
SHAPESHIFTER: [as Clawdeen] Hmm, everyone really does like me.
CATTY: Thanks for the glamming, Cleo. Hey, Clawdeen. Could you help me pick which songs to sing tonight? My whiskers are saying "Black Cat Luck," but "Meow" really brings a crowd together.
SHAPESHIFTER: [as Clawdeen] You do you. I need to conserve my mental energy for the election.
DRACULAURA: Where's she going?
CATTY: I don't know. I thought we were becoming friends, but not the vibe's all twitchy. I need to counteract that bad luck. Better find a broken mirror.
FRANKIE: Draculaura.
DRACULAURA: What's up?
FRANKIE: Something seems fizzy about Clawdeen.
DRACULAURA: Fizzy? You mean fishy?
FRANKIE: No, no, no, nothing sea monster-y. More like not-at-all-like-herself-y.
DRACULAURA: Mm, it is strange that she suddenly decided to run for Were-Ruler without even telling us. And that she wouldn't help Catty. And that she's cuddling with a stuffed whale we've never seen before.
SHAPESHIFTER: [as Clawdeen] Clawdeen has so many friends. This must be what the riddle meant about belonging. I think I'm going to stay in this shape for a long time.
CLAWDEEN: Ugh, the concert is starting super-soon.
ROMULUS: You ready to hear my ideas now?
CLAWDEEN: I already know what a Romulus plan is like. Play a prank on the troll so he'll go into the woods and get in trouble. Pretend to be the troll's friend so he'll give you his moon claw. Try to battle--
ROMULUS: Okay, okay, I get it. I wasn't nice to you in the past. But tricky and tough is the only way I've ever gotten anyone to listen to me. In the were-world, you got to bite first or you'll be bitten.
FOXFORD: He's right. That's what Catarina Stripe always taught me.
ROMULUS: When I was a were-pup, Catarina took my family's den away to use as her own lair! And then Toralei pushed me around all the time. I felt powerless. That's why I want to be Were-Ruler.
CLAWDEEN: Romulus, just because you were mistreated doesn't make it OK to pass it on and push around others. It just continues the bad cycle.
ROMULUS: (growls) Fine! I can try being less aggro sometimes. Okay, deal? What? I listened to what you said. You made some good points, okay? Don't need to make a big deal.
CLAWDEEN: Great. And we're listening to each other now, you said you had ideas on how to get out of here.
ROMULUS: I do. We will have to get trickier than hiding behind a leaf. And we need to work as a pack, all three of us, even that cranky fox guy.
SHAPESHIFTER: [as Clawdeen] And that's why you should vote for Clawdeen, a werewolf who really belongs as your Were-Ruler.
DRACULAURA: Hey, Clawdeen?
SHAPESHIFTER: [as Clawdeen] Excuse me, I'm on EekTok right now. Rude. So as I was saying--
FRANKIE: That's it. Something's off with her. And she doesn't have any power switches like I do.
DRACULAURA: I think we both know what this is.
FRANKIE AND DRACULAURA: An evil mirror reflection of Clawdeen has taken her place!
HEADMISTRESS BLOODGOOD: No chance of that. We put up very strict wards on all mirrors after the incident with Cleo. Have you considered that Clawdeen is just in a mood? She is a teenager.
SHAPESHIFTER: [as Clawdeen] And that is why I will outlaw skateboarding.
BARKIMEDES: But--but--but--no! Skateboarding is the best! It's my life! You can't do that!
SHAPESHIFTER: [as Clawdeen] If I win the vote for were-leader, I can and I will. Vote Clawdeen. You know you love her.
LAGOONA: Barkimedes, what are you thinking?
BARKIMEDES: That I know who I'm not going to vote for.