♪ 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 ♪
♪♪
[ Indistinct conversation ]
It's funny that all
you have to do to make
a graveyard
less scary is show a movie.
Makes no difference to me
because I'm scared all the time.
[ Thud, slurping ]
Um, Ava, would you mind
moving a little bit?
Yes, I would mind very much.
I love movie night
at the Teddy Bear Graveyard.
Last week's film was
"Swashbuckle Boyfriend."
I gave it six buckles
out of eight.
You guys ready for
"Swashbuckle Boyfriend 2"?
-Woo!
-Well, it's canceled.
What?
-Instead we're going to show
a film by a way
better director --
me.
Boy: The story of the annual
summer camp talent show.
Hello. I'm Susie,
and I have a secret
passion for the theater,
but how will I show the world?
Why don't you try out for the
Summer Camp Island talent show?
Okay. I will.
Boy: So little Susie went to
the summer camp
talent show.
Susie's one-woman show
won the crowd's heart.
I guess these old shoes still
have one walk left in them,
one last walk.
Crowd: Woo! I love you, Susie!
Woo!
Boy:
And she won the talent show!
Then she on the next year, too.
She wins every year,
but the talent show
is open to all.
So maybe one day
you'll beat Susie.
Two buckles.
Love it, always cry. Listen up.
The talent show
is tomorrow night,
and even though none
of you pumpernickels
have a chance of beating me,
it's no fun if you don't try.
Isn't it playing it safe to do
the same performance every year?
Try out if you think
you can do better.
Ha-ha! Sorry.
You're the last person that's
ever going to break my streak.
We can beat you.
You do the same thing
every year, Susie.
That shouldn't win.
Oscar...
And whoever loses has to, uh,
make omelets for the whole camp.
What? Sure. Whatever,
I love omelets.
Okay.
Thank you for your
culinary services, Susie.
The entire camp appreciates it.
That is the most
diabolical punishment.
All right.
Now start practicing.
You know what happens
at 9:00 p.m.
[ Roaring ]
Okay, uh, what amazing
talents do we have?
I can do an impression
of a grown-up.
"Oscar, why don't you be
more like Hedgehog?"
Oh, dear. This explains so much.
Uh, that's great,
but what about that song
you wrote me
for my 10th birthday.
Uh, that's not for
the general public.
No. Check it out.
Whoa. It sounds so good
when you play it.
♪ You're ten, you're ten ♪
♪ We're best friends ♪
♪ I'm ten, too ♪
♪ We're best friends ♪
Maybe this song is a bit
too 10th birthday specific.
Bingo.
Hmm, you're right.
Oh, do we have
any half-empty glasses?
Oh, boy, do I. Take them.
Take them all.
Thanks.
[ Playing ]
[ Glasses vocalizing ]
[ Munching ]
I'm feeling an emotion,
and I don't care for it.
♪♪
[ Rattling ]
Ava must be out jogging.
Mon dieu!
Okay. She stopped.
Let's go again.
[ Both resume playing ]
♪♪
Hold me, Roland.
I'm scared.
I see myself falling over.
No!
Can't a monster write her
film criticism in peace?
Ava?
Wait, Ava isn't jogging.
Is our song causing
the ground to shake?
Maybe if we keep practicing
we'll figure out
what's going on.
[ Sighs, feedback ]
Hey. Have you noticed how
people these days
are too cool
to get a bicycle bell?
People are like, "Excuse me.
Can you get out of my way?
I'm riding a bicycle."
Just get a bicycle bell, man.
[ Snores ]
Huh?
I'm too tired
ever since the island
got turned into
Camp Shake-A-Lot.
Thanks, Snoozie.
For those of you theorizing
that I made the ground
shake last night
to ruin your rehearsal,
I didn't have to.
You guys are terrible.
You know what that card says?
"Keep practicing."
Hiya, Susie!
What's cookin'?
Hee, hee.
It's a wasteland.
♪♪
Ow!
Oh, and let's not forget
America's sweethearts,
Oscar and Hedgehog.
Let me guess, Oscar.
Your talent is seeing
how many spoonfuls of cereal
you can fit in your mouth?
You'll never win, Oscar.
[ Grumbles ]
You're going to wish our talent
was stuffing cereal
in Oscar's mouth, Susie.
You better worry
about your own talent
'cause we're coming to get you.
All: Oh?!
And you know what? Let's make
this more interesting,
waffles on top
of the omelets...
[ Gasps ]
And fresh-squeezed orange juice.
What is it with you
guys and breakfast.
I like my orange juice
with plenty of pulp. Hee hee.
You'll save your special
orange juice orders
for Oscar and Hedgehog.
Hmph, waffles.
Orange juice?
Our song is causing earthquakes,
and you upped the stakes?
We can win this, Oscar.
We just have a few bugs
to work out.
Bugs that work out?
Now this I got to see.
Now we can practice in privacy.
So when do the weightlifting
bugs come out?
What? No.
We wrote a song,
and it's causing earthquakes.
That was you guys?
Yeah, but I think we fixed it
with cereal soundproofing.
Okay, you guys ready?
Let's do it.
Thank you.
[ Playing ]
Whoa! Whoa!
Aah!
Barbara!
I miss you.
♪♪
It's even worse than before.
Great song, guys.
It'll definitely
win the talent show.
Knock, knock, knock.
Extra, extra,
tomorrow's paper,
Oscar and Hedgehog,
pathetic losers.
Susie is world's
biggest winner.
Spread them out!
I told you don't show up
at the same time.
Spread them out.
Whoa! Whoa.
Argh.
Argh!
Our song could beat Susie,
but if we play it
all the way through,
the whole camp
might fall to pieces.
Maybe we could
switch it up a little.
[ Playing ]
[ Tinkling ]
[ Sputtering kazoo ]
♪♪
Our music isn't exactly
the same as it was,
but it's almost the same, right?
I give it two buckles.
Yeah. Your new version
is the pits.
Why don't you do it
the way you had it?
That was beautiful.
Maybe the ground will shake
and the mess hall
will collapse, but so what?
Art is supposed
to be dangerous.
It might not be perfection,
but follow your true
musical direction
and play your melody your way.
Yeah!
Hey, my talent,
I'm a motivational speaker.
What's your talent, Pepper?
Puppetry, what about yours,
Little Pepper?
Mine is puppetry, too.
I love you, Pepper.
Okay, thank you,
and good night.
Oh, Pepper, did your mummy
tell you you were good at that?
Yeah.
Every mother lies.
[ Whimpering ]
Are you okay, Pepper?
I'll be fine because I know
that you guys are going to
beat Susie, right?
We will.
Please make her suffer.
Okay, Max. You go
tie stuff down outside.
Oscar, let's grab helmets
from the equipment shed.
And now, folks, it's time
for the headliner.
Oh, hello there, old friend.
You caught me daydreaming,
I guess, about
the day I was born.
The midwife said,
"Oh, Susie, you're so pretty."
I guess I got my looks
from my mother.
She always wanted
to be an actor,
but I guess the greatest role
she ever played was mother.
Mother!
I guess these old shoes still
have one walk left in them,
one last walk.
-Bravo! Woo!
-She's unstoppable!
-She did it again!
Well, it's time to announce
the winner. Oh, wait.
Weird, looks like
Oscar and Hedgehog
are going to perform last.
Well, let's give a big hand
for Summer Camp Island's
hardest tryers.
♪♪
Oh, so pretty.
They probably just learned
a bunch of music rules.
Whoa!
[ Rumbling ]
What?
Don't stop. Make dangerous art!
Aah!
What even is that?
♪♪
Aah, oof!
Huh!
♪♪
Aah!
[ Call resembling music ]
♪♪
Woo-hoo!
Awesome!
You were the one
who liked our song, huh?
Okay, yes. The Meadow Monster
is very fun,
but it's time for the judge
to pick a winner.
Wait. Who is the judge?
It's me.
You're the judge?
I know what you're thinking,
but I've reached a decision
that might surprise you.
The rightful winner of
the Summer Camp Island
talent show is...
Oh, this is so awkward.
It's me, Susie.
Again, she does it.
Oh, thank you. Thank you.
I never know what to say.
What?
All: Boo! Hedgehog and Oscar!
Hedgehog and Oscar!
Okay, fine. Oscar and Hedgehog
win, whatever.
Make us omelets!
Yes. All right, Oscar.
♪♪
We got her so good.
Oh, Oscar.
♪♪
Please make her suffer.