♪ 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 want to stay with you ♪
♪ On Summer Camp Island ♪
I'm really sorry, everyone, but I can't do this jump.
Not with a broken heart.
But, Ski Bat, you have to!
No pressure, but, like,
the whole school is counting on you, dude.
Counting on me was their first mistake.
But it won't be their last.
I thought your parents were renewing their vows.
They are, but I told them
I have to give my boyfriend something.
What?
This.
Ski Bat!
Whoo-hoo! Yeah, Ski Bat! Ski Bat!
Awesome.
Okay, everyone. That was "Ski Bat."
Selected by Max to celebrate
him discovering that he's a vampire.
- Whoo-hoo! - Yeah, Max!
- Yes! - Nice job, Max!
Does everyone get something like this when they find out?
Depends on what kind of magical creature you are.
Shark told me during a one-on-one therapy session.
Oh.
Don't feel bad, Oliver. You'll figure out yours soon.
Magical identities are always a mystery.
Well, not for Susie.
She plans these events. I think she already knows
what every camper's magical identity is.
Reeeeally?
Listen to this, Jimjams --
"Despite the creative shortcomings
of Vampire Video's stale initiation rituals,
the event was yet another technical masterpiece
and deserves praise."
Aw, that's nice.
Ah, soldiers and eggs!
Does it get any better than this, Jimjams?
Nope.
Ahhh --
Hm?
I want to know my magical identity.
Please, Susie!
I hate not knowing!
I wanna be finished! Cooked!
Like a turkey on Thanksgiving Day!
Well, you gotta marinate a little more, buddy.
I'm not telling you what you are.
Then you have left me no choice.
I will get you to tell me by participating
in the age-old tradition of nonviolent protest.
A sit-in!
Where may I sit?
Wherever you want.
You would not believe my ability to ignore precocious activism.
Nonviolently sitting down.
Nonviolently crossing arms.
Ahhh -- Nonviolently waiting for you to tell me
what kind of magical creature I am.
Oliver, having questions in life is actually a great thing.
It's the fuel that keeps us moving.
Know what I mean?
No.
Jimjams, what do I do?
I can't tell him. With this group, he's gotta have
some kind of epiphany or something. Hmm.
Well, in my bowling league back home,
when the rookies were getting impatient,
we'd put up the gutter bumpers to help guide the ball in.
Maybe all Oliver needs is a little bump.
A little guidance.
Like the ball.
Oliver is the ball.
Like from my bowling league. Yeah, got it.
A little guidance.
Come on, Abbie Hoffman.
You're gonna take your sit-in on the road.
I gotta run some errands.
A nomadic sit-in...
I can do that.
Wait, what's this? Late fee?
It says, "Return Saturday."
It's not any Saturday, Susie.
It's the Saturday after you checked it out.
And how am I supposed to know that?!
I'm not good with conflict.
"The Tiny Outburst Club"?
Aw, I was hoping there'd be a secret room or something.
Whoa.
According to this older translation
of this particular cypher,
it's not "heat plus liquid" --
it's "heat plus juice."
Heat plus juice?
I believe the ingredient we're looking for
is hot sauce.
Oh! Hi. Eh, sorry.
Oh, it's you!
What are you guys doing?
We're debating the Elixir of Immortality
with these glasses.
You can only talk if you're wearing them,
and once you're done, you have to pass them.
It's a "Glass Pass."
Oh, yeah!
To prevent people from talking over each other.
A-ha-ha-ha! This guy gets it.
I've always believed in respectful discourse.
It's nice to meet others that feel as strongly as I do.
You know, Oliver, only monsters
are allowed to wear these glasses.
Would you like to try them on?
I would, but, uh, I'm trying to get
Susie to tell me what kind of magical creature I am.
Anyway, I should probably get going.
Bye!
Iunno. Huh?
Ooh! We're doing errands at Heartforde?
I heart Heartforde!
Everyone hearts Heartforde, Oliver.
That's why it's on the sweatshirt.
Piano Tuner?
Uh, alright.
Hm?
Wow, it's so great to be back at the Piano Tuner,
where I come often.
Isn't that right, Piano Tuner?
The Piano Tuner is on her lunch break.
Also, I've never seen you before.
Very funny...y-you.
Now, enough with the comedy. Take a look at my piano there,
maybe talk to the kid a little, okay?
Maybe offer a little guidance?
As I said, the tuner is not here.
I can tune it.
Lemme just see what shape it's in.
Huh?
That song is a monster classic.
It's the first song every monster learns,
and you played it perfectly.
I think I just realized something.
Ooh, baby! Here we go.
This piano is perfectly tuned.
You're wasting your time.
Great job, Gutter Bumpers!
Great job.
Uh, wow, Oliver.
You played that monster song really well.
Like a...natural.
Yeah, I've always been a natural
at playing piano, reading very long books,
and all kinds of other gentle pursuits.
But something always felt missing.
A meaning behind why I'm always drawn to this stuff.
Oh, Oliver, I thought you were the smart one.
C'mon, let's go.
We got an errand at the tea room.
Okay, Oliver, just keep an open eye
to whatever is around you.
Really open yourself up to the experience.
I've been to tea rooms before. I'm very open.
Whoa!
It's snowing inside.
Remember, Oliver -- in life, there is such a thing
as too much twee.
Huh?
Aw. Aww.
Oh!
Ooh! Mashed potato tea!
Blech. Gross.
I'll take my bootleg coffee
over this watery drip any day.
- Yeah! - Go, Howard!
Oh! Go, Howard! Whoa. What's happening?
Aw, look at Howard. Aah!
Loose leaf tea.
Very hard to catch!
Hey there, little --
Whoa!
Uh, is that honey?
Yeah.
I figured sticky honey hands would help me
catch these leaves.
Hmm. Let me try something.
Can I admit a dark secret to a total stranger?
I don't know where like half the kids on this island are.
- Yes, Oliver! - Oliver! Oliver!
Susie, did you see that?
Never took a lesson in my life.
Great job, sticky pants.
I have to get back to camp by dark.
Do you want to stay here with your, uh...
contemporaries?
Heck no, big Suz!
I'm sorry, guys. I gotta go.
I gotta continue this roving sit-in
to find out what kind of magical creature I am.
She's bound to tell me any minute.
People always crack near bedtime.
Iunno.
It's okay, Oliver.
You can come back whenever you want.
I...
Oh, I got honey all over your shoulder.
C'mon, Oliver. Train's leaving the station.
Choo-choo.
Okay, well, that's where you were earlier,
so just continue your protest there.
Hey, uh, Susie...
I think I'm gonna go home.
Oh, no!
I guess there's no shame in going home empty-handed.
Oh, I mean I'm gonna go home and grab a sleeping bag,
maybe some magazines,
a canteen of my own filtered cabin water.
But I'll be back!
Oh, joy.
Hey, Oliver? Yeah?
Now that it's the evening and you've had
the whole day to think, are you sure you're not having
any epiphany moments of any kind?
Yeah, actually.
All the errands we ran today seem to point to one thing.
Yeah?
You run a lot of weird errands, Susie.
Be back in a bit.
I don't get it, Jimjams.
I deep-fried that Thanksgiving turkey
and Oliver still can't figure out who he is.
I dunno, Suz.
Maybe he just needs a little longer in the oven.
Ring, ring!
What area code is this?
Hello?
Susie? It's Oliver.
We spent the day together?
Yeah, I remember.
I just wanted you to know that I'm done with the sit-in,
so I won't be coming back tonight.
I told you I don't cave to organizers!
Well...what's with the change of heart. though?
Well, I took the long route home
and I ended up at the Monster's duplex.
I had dinner with them.
I'm here now!
Tell Susie we don't say "hi!"
And?
You got something to tell me?
Hmm. Yeah.
I'm cool with not finding out what kind of magical creature
I am yet.
I'm just gonna hang out with the monsters,
wait it out.
Having questions is the fuel in life that keeps us moving.
Please don't spoon-feed me philosophies
I tried to spoon-feed you.
Thanks for taking me to run errands.
I had a blast!
Goodnight, Oliver.
Ya did good, kid.
Ew. Don't call me kid.
I want to know my magical identity.