Monster High: Freaky Fusion Page #2

and present it again

first thing tomorrow.

(SOBBING)

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...

(GROWLS) "Grandpa bad!"

(ALL LAUGHING)

(SHIVERS) Ooh.

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.

(SCOFFS) Um...

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.

(GRUNTS)

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.

This place will be no different.

Come on, Avia.

Monster High is supposed to be

different than those other schools.

They say everyone is welcome.

Even if they have a freaky flaw.

Yeah, flaw, not flaws.

They don't understand what it's

like to have two. Right, Sirena?

Sirena!

Huh? Oh.

Yes. I agree with all of you.

You got distracted again.

No, I just...

Oh, hey...

Are you going to finish those?

(LAUGHING)

(RUMBLING)

(BOTH GASP)

- Please, after you.

- You first.

- If you insist.

- Why, thank you.

(BOTH GRUNTING)

(GRUNTS)

- Toralei, move over!

- I like this spot!

Move over!

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