♪ Magic is real here ♪
♪ Far away from home ♪
♪ Anything can happen ♪
♪ When witches make the rules ♪
♪ Monsters are cool ♪
♪ The moon is our friend ♪
♪ I wanna stay with you ♪
♪ On Summer Camp Island ♪
♪♪
How are we on time?
An hour
and 3 minutes.
Hmm.
Not again!
[ Sighs ]
I'm sure mixing
these two chemicals
will make the zits shrink,
but I can't get the right ratio
to make it permanent.
Well, I got to go meet my date,
but thanks for trying.
[ Sobs ]
But I'm not done trying.
The science fair is tomorrow,
and I'm completely obsessed
with solving this problem.
Hedgehog, I got this.
Oscar will go find you
a new guinea pig.
[ Sighs ]
Huh?
My formula!
Your formula!
I think there's something
stuck on my shoe.
[ Gasps ]
-We're shrunk!
-Awesome.
Max, help me up this table.
I need to do science.
Okay. Here is
a crazy idea.
You're too teensy
to science.
I will never be
too teensy to science.
I know this is
important to you,
but you've been working
nonstop for days.
It might not hurt to take
a little brain break, a braink.
Think about something
else for a while.
I'll take a braink
when I fix the problem.
You can eat us,
but you can't beat us.
Go food!
I never noticed
this tiny high school.
A school!
I can science there.
Hedgehog, what
about your braink?
Good news, guys.
I've been rubbing doughnuts
on my face real hard,
so we should be seeing
some fresh zits pretty soon.
Guys? Huh.
Hey, guys? Hedgehog?
Mmm.
♪♪
Lab, lab,lab...
I do yogur every night...
Where's the lab?
...to keep my glutes tart.
Oh, Butter Goth, you're going
to melt some hearts.
Cinnamon Raisin Toast
reporting live from Food High.
I'm here with resident
nonconformist Johnny Cannoli.
Johnny, in your
cool-guy opinion,
does Popular Banana Split
know I exist?
He knows nerds exist.
So there is hope
for me yet.
I got to go to
yearbook club, Cinnamon.
Hello? Does anybody know where
the science lab is?
New students, tell me,
as a high school fresh foods,
should I ask the captain
of the football team,
Popular Banana Split, to prom?
I should, right?
Where's your science lab?
There's no lab.
This is a non-GMO school.
What?!
What am I going to do?
My brain needs to fix
this problem now!
Look.
You really think Popular
could love a nerd like me?
You're just
saying that.
This Popular must be
an interesting guy.
No, but he's
very gorgeous,
and I'm completely
in love.
I'm so obsessed with the idea
of going to prom with him
that it's become more important
than my lifelong dream
of becoming the food world's
top investigative journalist.
[ Sobs ]
I just can't stop thinking
about his creamy,
crystalline face
drizzled with that hot mop
of gooey chocolate.
I don't get it, but I do know
what it feels like
not to be able to stop
thinking about something.
[ Footsteps approach ]
[ Sighs ]
His footsteps.
That guy?
Whoa!
I get it.
[ Laughs ] Popular, Popular,
it's me. It's Cinnamon.
It's investigative
journalist Cinnamon.
Journalist?
Who still writes in journals?
Hey, cool new candy soldier.
Let's hang out later.
Sure.
Finger.
[ Laughs ]
How did you do that?
He just assumed you were cool
before you even
said anything.
Yeah. It's happened
to me all my life.
I think it's
the backwards cap.
If I could just absorb
your powers by osmosis...
[ Sighs ] Cinnamon,
I'm going to stop thinking
about my science experiment
and focus all my energies
on helping you go to prom
with Popular Banana Split.
Oh, my gosh. Really?
Whoo! Brain break.
I don't know
much about boys,
but I do know a lot
about science,
and they're
probably the same?
Everyone knows it
only takes one person
to think you're cool for
everyone to think you're cool,
so if our resident
cool kid Max endorses you
to just one cool clique,
it should be enough
to trigger a major
hot goss chain reaction
that'll result in a massive
explosion in your popularity.
All: Cinnamon Raisin Toast
is cool!
I am?
And if my calculations
are correct...
Yo, Cinnamon Cooltoast,
prom with this guy?
[ Shudders ]
Yes!
Cool.
You're a genius!
Okay. He hates
all things journal-y,
so you just have to
help me suppress
my journalistic
urges until prom.
Cinnamon, are you sure
you really want this?
No. I needthis.
Okay.
Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!
Hedgehog! Max!
[ Sighs ] Where are they?
I'm getting hungry.
[ Whistle blowing ]
Great sprint, team.
One s'more yard to go. Whoops!
Take a lap over
the big sad potato.
Why are you sad, large potato?
I lost my friends.
Have you seen Hedgehog or Max?
Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!
I look like a journalist
to you, bro?
If you want to
track someone down,
you should talk to
Cinnamon Raisin Toast.
She's the best investigative
reporter in this school.
Okay. Thanks.
Okay.
Good luck, big sad potato.
Wait. What school?
Okay. Cinnamon Raisin Toast,
in order to get
Popular Banana Split, you have
to deny your old instincts
and adapt to your new pack.
The sporty gene is latent
in every organism.
It just has to be activated.
Can you do it?
Heck, yes!
Step one -- Adapt your
outer appearance.
We will replace your usual
reporter wear with sportswear.
Oh.
"I love scoops?"
No. "I love hoops."
Step two -- Become a part
of the pack.
You will surround yourself
with sporty organisms...
-Swig. Swig. Swig. Swig.
-...so you can better absorb
their sporty properties.
So beautiful.
No journalism.
Right.
[ Laughter ]
Huh?
My journalism crew!
Maybe I'll just
pop over there
and see what
they're reading.
-Hey, Cinnamon.
-Huh?
Swig one with me?
Oh, my gosh.
Step three -- Total immersion.
You will actually become sporty.
Down, set, go.
Go long, Cinnamon.
Whoa!
Yes! Rrrr!
Aaah!
-Cinnamon!
-Huh?
Pose for the paper!
[ Camera shutter clicks ]
[ Grunts, groans ]
Whoa!
Killer tackle, Cinnamon.
All leading to our final
conclusion -- Prom.
Hedgehog!
Max!
Where are you?!
Prom, prom, prom, prom.
Aaaah! Foot, foot,
foot, foot, foot.
Fancy shoe!
Whoa.
Hey, look. It's the big sad
potato from yesterday.
What? I just saw you guys,
like, 20 minutes ago.
You're not wearing that
to the prom, are you?
-What prom?
-Aw. You couldn't get a date?
Bro hug.
Don't feel bad.
Dating shouldn't define
your self-worth.
You, uh, talk to
Cinnamon Raisin Toast yet?
No.
Follow us.
Cinnamon Raisin Toast
is dating the most popular
guy in school,
so she'll be there.
♪♪
We did it!
They're at prom together.
Thank you, Hedgehog!
This is a dream come true.
I'm having the best time.
Isn't this so great?
Are you sure you're
not bored like I am?
Good thing I have this sports
game to keep me company.
What's the score?
Aw, babe.
I thought you were done
with all the journalisms.
Ugh.
-Oh, right.
-Okay, teen food.
-[ Gasps ]
-It's time to announce
our homecoming king and queen,
and the winners are...
Popular Banana Split
and Cinnamon Raisin Toast!
[ Cheers and applause ]
Whoo!
Yeah. Go,
Cinnamon Raisin Toast.
Con-grape-fruit-lations.
I want to take this opportunity
to make an announcement.
I got a full food-ball
scholarship to Food-ball U,
and you're coming
with me, Cinnamon.
Yeah!
What?!
Whoo-hoo-hoo!
Do they have
a journalism department?
Heck, no. Come on.
We love sports,
remember?
It'll just be you
and me playing sports
for the rest
of our lives.
Oh, no. She can't
want this, can she?
I have to say something.
Cinnamon, don't do it!
What about the journalisms?
Huh?
[ Rumbling ]
Whoa.
-Ah.
-Whoa.
Hello? Uh, sorry to
interrupt your dance,
but I'm looking for
Cinnamon Raisin Toast.
She's the best journalist
in the school?
The best journalist
in school,
the big sweaty potato
is right.
I amthe best
journalist in school.
Yeah, Cinnamon.
I'm sorry I tried to get
you together with Popular.
No way, Hedgehog.
Catch me
and my epiphany, boys.
I was so obsessed
with the idea
of being with
Popular Banana Split,
my foggy teenaged brain
would have never realized
we're totally incompatible.
You helped me see I need
to mature on my own
for a while
at journalism school.
I'm so glad.
You guys really weren't
the best match.
[ Gasps ] Oscar, take us
back to the lab.
I've figured it out,
the problem with the formula.
Hedgehog! Max!
Max, you were right.
Taking a break
gave me a whole new
perspective on the problem.
It made me realize
these two chemicals
are totally
incompatible.
I got so wrapped up
in making them
work together that it
never occurred to me
that one of them needs
to mature on its own
for a while
in a warm, dark place,
just like Cinnamon Raisin Toast
at journalism school.
First-place ribbon.
Ah!
I won.
Thanks for helping me, Max.
Touch my soft,
zit-less cheeks.
I'll take a brain break
with you anytime.
Hey, guys, the next time
you go to a tiny high school,
will you bring me, too?
I went feral way too quickly.
[ Chuckles ]
Sure thing, Oscar.
Now who wants
banana splits?
I've had
the biggest craving.
♪♪
Oh, Butter Goth, you're going
to melt some hearts.