♪ 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 ♪
It's no use.
I'm destined to be alone in a club of one forever!
Whoop.
I know you're sad because you didn't get into
the Moss and Scones Secret Society
but what if we make our own secret society?
An official secret society?
You don't belong until you officially belong.
Yes. It'll be official.
We'll have members and rituals and feelings.
Hedgehog and I do this kind of stuff all the time.
Make your own secret society. Yes!
We can meet here in this abandoned classroom.
Ooh! I could even be president!
Every group needs a leader to get its feet off the ground.
Like George Washington himself,
I will escort our fledgling nation of feelings
to sturdier days.
Um, what did you and your Hedgehog
do after you drafted your secret society charter?
Ask our friends to join!
I don't have any friends, remember?
Wait, so you don't know Ava or Howard or anyone else?
- Who? - Oh, right.
You can't have friends without feelings.
Feelings make friends and friends make feelings,
and they feed off each other in an endless feedback loop.
One sec.
Oh.
Do you think anyone's gonna come?
Oh, yeah, I sent them personal invitations
to get them interested.
Here they come now!
Hi, I got an invitation saying to meet here?
This is for a group of people
who fall asleep on old romance novels right?
Mine says this is for people who play violin.
You play violin?
Not anything that would move someone to tears
or anything like that.
It's just regular emotionless violin playing.
Are we allowed to be congregating on the lawn
without a faculty advisor?
One time I got a demerit for being sad at a lost cat poster.
Everything's aboveboard.
Soon to be official.
We have a dignitary here from the future auditing.
In fact, you've all been brought here by him.
He believes you have an interest in...
...expressing yourselves.
Uh...
Is this a trap?
I'm a real sucker for traps.
So please spare me if you have any decency!
Look, you're all free to leave
if you're not curious about feeling freely.
Hmm...
To our club headquarters!
Stuart!
Hello, classmates.
Stuart here. Official secret society proctor.
I understand you're a new secret society?
And what's the name of your secret society?
We have not decided on a name yet.
O...kay.
And what is your secret society motto?
Still pending.
Crest?
Um...
Listen!
I take being secret society proctor very seriously!
I'll be back in morning, and if you don't have
the basic requirements for a secret society,
no club for you!
Does anyone know how a secret society decides stuff?
I wonder how Moss and Scones decided on their name.
My cousin's brother's roommate was in it!
Apparently, he never told anyone what went on in there.
Not even his pet rock!
Weird stuff.
Creepy stuff!
I know! Let's go spy on Moss and Scones!
Yeah! There they are!
Let's use those excited emotions!
Oh, shoot!
Yeah, we better tamp it down.
No! No! Keep those feelings coming folks!
They're welcome here!
If spying brings them out of you, huzzah!
Ow!
Melvin, you stepped on my heel!
It's not my fault!
Howard's steppin' on both my heels!
Ow! Sorry!
Do you know where the entrance is?
It's supposed to be here somewhere in the old library.
Obviously, it's one of those book lever thingies.
Aha!
Wait for it...
Okay, the lever must be one of the other books.
Uh, guys... it's over here!
Ah!
So I said, "Rutiger, dear boy, only an amateur wears
the same pair of poagies for sculling an octuple
and playing jai alai at the racquet club."
This is the Moss and Scones society?
I don't see a single weird ritual going on in there.
I thought I was boring.
This is like watching quill ink dry.
Theo, I think I speak for all of us
when I say it's time we get this party started.
Oh?
Dang. That's the fanciest pegbox I've ever seen!
Ava! Be careful!
I just need to get a better -- Oop!
Oh.
- Oh, shoo--
It's okay. I can reach the book.
Oh!
Wh-Where did you guys come from?
We can't just leave her out there! What do we do?
You have to follow your heart, Mortimer.
Oh...
Oh!
- Whoa!
I'm with them.
Looks like we have some spies, gentlemonsters.
Go easy on us!
Moss and Scones! Moss and Scones!
No one trespasses on Moss and Scones!
Now, we don't take too kindly to interlopers,
do we, monsters?
No, sir.
And what do we do with interlopers?
Initiate them.
Wait, really?
Do we get to be in your club after all?
No. We're just going to initiate you.
Wait!
Wait for what, Mcleod?
Theo, if I remember correctly, our society's full chant is...
"No one trespasses on the Moss and Scones
unless they have a good reason."
Shoot. You're right. We totally forgot!
Do you guys have a good reason?
We were trying to start our own secret society
and we needed to spy on you to get some pointers?
Oh! Well,
the more secret societies, the merrier!
Why didn't you just say so?
Because you guys already rejected me, so we have...
kind of a weird... thing?
Ah. Right.
Can we go?
Take some mossy scones for the road.
Oh, I almost forgot.
Here. It's our official guidebook.
This bad boy has everything you need to know to get past
Stuart and form a secret society at Harvard.
This is... surprisingly nice of you.
Of course.
Here we are, folks.
Everything we need to make our secret society official.
"Fools"? Excuse me?
"A pox on the village from whence you crawled"?
"Raspberries"? What?!
These don't seem like ways to start a club!
We've been lampooned!
More like Moss and Scoundrels!
I can't believe those guys!
I'm so mad, I could...
raise my voice!
- Ohh. - Hey!
Quit hogging the fainting couch!
Good hustle, team!
Really lovin' the emotional range!
I'm coming in!
It's Stuart with the clipboard!
All right, amateur hour, are we ready for --
Are we ready for this assessment?
Stuart, we just need a little more --
Oscar, please. I've got this.
Please make us official, Stuart!
Please, please, please, please, please!
We beg of you! Please!
Mm...no.
Seriously?
With great clipboard comes great responsibility.
I'm sorry, Mortimer.
All the clubs Hedgehog and I started are deeply unofficial.
You know what?
When my little friend came from the future here
and asked me what I wanted,
I told him that I wanted to be in an official secret society,
that I wanted to belong.
But now, I'm realizing that while we were all trying so hard
to make an official secret society,
nobody even noticed that we'd all become friends.
So, no secret society?
Oh, no. We absolutely must.
We'll just be deeply unofficial.
The Unofficial Tiny Outburst Society!
Well, I guess this is a good time to go home.
We'll miss you, little friend.
- Mm. - Mm.
Mm!
Aw.
When will I see you again?
Ah-ah! No spoilers.
Okay, guys. Here we go.
I don't actually know how to get back.
- Ow! - Sorry.