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- Grrr.

(spooky music) Grrr.

Grrr.

Hm.

Arrg!

Arrg!

Arrg!

Rawr!

(sighs) (clinking) (sighs loudly) (boong sound) - Something wrong?

- My costume just doesn't seem scary.

- I don't know how scary my costume will be either, but that's okay.

- The costume contest is all about Arkansas monsters, Sophie.

We're dressing up like monsters.

Monsters are scary.

- But not all monsters are scary.

I just think monsters get a bad rap.

- You know monsters aren't real.

Right, Sophie?

- I think they are.

- What?

- Oh.

(howling sound) (can rattling) - What was that?

- Probably coyote.

This noise should keep them away.

(can rattling) - What's in the can?

- Just some beans.

- Oh.

- Nothing to be scared of, just like with most monsters.

Take the Snawfuss, for example.

- (gasps) The what?

- It's from my favorite book.

- Ooh.

Leather bound.

Oh, that's fancy.

- "Once I hiked in Ozark valley, headed home, no time to dally.

The light grew dim at end of day.

Before too long, I lost my way."

- Oh no.

- "The wood were quiet.

The air grew chill.

Faint blue smoke hung around the hills.

I found a stump and sat sick for home.

A rustle in the brushes.

I wasn't alone."

- Was it a bear or a moose?

- Shh!

(Blueberry gasps) (insect buzzing) - From out of the thicken stood a graceful deer with pale white skin, eyes crystal clear.

Its antlers bloomed, petals flawless.

I knew then I'd found the Snawfuss."

(suspenseful music) - Ooh.

- "With a misty snort, he eased my fears.

There was no danger with this deer."

- Oh, good.

- "I reached a graze his ivory hide before he knelt offering me a ride.

His antler blossoms smelled of thyme."

- (sniffs) Bet that was good.

- "His misty breath hung in a thin blue line.

Upon his back, the path grew bright.

And so he hiked on strong throughout the night."

- What's next?

- "As the sun arose, I found my home.

And so my guide turned back alone.

(deer bellows) Although I'd been lost, my way was found.

And so the Snawfuss was homeward bound.

(deer bellows) - Wow.

I guess you're right.

Not every monster has to be scary.

- Told ya.

(Blueberry laughing) I learned from the Snawfuss that just because something looks different, doesn't mean you have to be afraid of it.

- And you can work together with new friends to reach your goal.

- Right.

- Like the Snawfuss carrying the girl home.

(distant howling) (can rattling) - [Sophia] Who goes there?

(monster roars) (Sophie and Blueberry scream) (gasps) - Got you, Blueberry.

(Blueberry screams) - That wasn't funny, Max.

You really scared me.

- Well, sure.

That's what the monster contest is all about, right?

- Uh uh.

Sophie says that most monsters aren't even scary.

- I don't know.

- I'm just glad you were making that awful noise.

- Mm hm.

- What noise?

- Haha.

Very funny, Max.

You know if I were the real Gowrow - The real what now?

- The Gowrow, the great dragon of Arkansas.

(screeching sound) Once upon a time in Arkansas, there was a farmer with an apple tree.

The tree was so heavy that the branches touched the ground.

- Apples?

- Mm hm.

- I mean, this is a made up story, Blueberry.

Shouldn't it be something more fun like the lollipops or ice cream cone?

- Hey, it's my made up story and I say it's apples, okay?

As I was saying, every day the farmer found the low hanging fruit had been picked.

The farmer was sad 'cause he couldn't enjoy any of the crispy apples.

One day he followed a trail of apple cores to a hill with a big hole in it.

Inside, he saw two big yellow eyes.

Something hissed.

(hissing) (Gowrow growling) The farmer went home, having found the apple thief.

The farmer collected a basket of rocks and painted them red.

He left the basket under the tree before he went to bed.

The next morning the tree was loaded with apples and the basket was gone!

Suddenly, the farmer heard a roar!

(roaring sound) (Sophie sneezes) Bless you.

The farmer went to the cave to find the green and yellow dragon stuck in the den.

The dragon had long tusks and sharp fangs.

(suspenseful music) He was stuck.

His belly was so fat from eating all the rocks, the Gowrow was sad.

Ooh.

So the farmer helped the Gowrow from his den and led him back home.

Then each day, the Gowrow and the farmer would share the apples.

Then they became pretty good friends.

The end.

(Sophie yawns) - That wasn't scary at all, Blueberry.

- Well maybe I didn't do it right.

Gowrow.

Gowrow.

Gow!

Row!

(Blueberry clears throat) Gowrow.

Aah!

- I don't really know if you'd called that a monster, more like a friend.

- Well, only at the end.

The monster and the farmer both loved apples.

And by working together, they got to eat all the apples.

- I thought it was a good story.

- Thanks.

- Good.

Just not scary.

(howling, roaring sounds) (Blueberry gasps) (Sophie screams) (can rattling) - Wait!

If Max is here, then who's making all that racket?

(can rattling) - Probably just some dogs.

- Oh.

- That wasn't a dog howl.

That howl came from the only real monster in Arkansas.

The Ozark Howler.

(echoing) (suspenseful music) (Blueberry gasps) - Long ago, before anyone lived here, before Arkansas was even a state, a creature walked these hills.

10 feet tall if he is an inch.

The Ozark Howler was a mix between a bear and a sheep.

He stood on his hind legs.

His fur was all matted and nasty.

He smelled awful.

(gagging, gasps) So, he was happy here in Arkansas until the people came.

Yes, people with their axes and their fire.

They burned all of the forest and chopped down all of the trees.

They almost ruined the Howlers home.

- Ah!

- So he got mad?

- Yeah.

Real mad.

- Uh oh.

- But the people never stopped chopping and building, so the Howler never stopped howling.

Every few months, someone would disappear to the mountains and never come back.

- (gasps) Where did he take them?

(can rattling) - Oh, well that's just it.

Nobody knows.

But they knew he was taken by the Ozark Howler.

They would just disappear.

Even Camp Onomatopoeia.

How many trees do you think it took to build the mess hall?

- 10?

- A million?

- Probably more like two million, making the Ozark Howler twice as mad.

Do you remember Derek Lewis in cabin six?

He was here last week and poof, gone!

- Ahhh!

- Max!

Derek had to go home for his grandma's 80th birthday, Max.

- Sure.

That's what they want you to believe, Sophie.

So, when you're out on a night like this, be sure to put out your fire and head back to your bunk.

And don't bother looking over your shoulder 'cause you already know who's behind you.

The Ozark Howler!

(screaming) - Max!

That story was way too scary.

That was awful.

Oh.

That was scary.

- Oh Blueberry.

It's just a story.

I mean there's no such thing as... (howling) (can rattling) - Do you think?

- It, it can't be, it was just a story.

(spooky sounds) (girls screaming) (mysterious music) - Well the best way to prove what something isn't is to go find out what it is.

Come on, Max.

- What?

No!

- A good old fashioned Howler hunt.

- Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

- Come on, Blueberry.

- I, oh, I don't think this is a good idea, Max.

Sophie?

(Blueberry breathing deep) Wait for me!

Deep breaths.

Deep breaths, Blueberry.

- What are you doing, Blueberry?

- My Grandma Elderberry says that if you get scared just take some deep breaths.

- But you're taking 20.

- It's okay to be scared, Blueberry, but we can face it together.

(distant howling) (Blueberry screams) - Ah!

(shaking empty can) Hey.

- I ate your beans, Sophie.

- They weren't even cooked.

(Blueberry gasps) - That's okay.

(Blueberry sighs) (spooky sounds) - Hoo.

(suspenseful music) (door creaks) (snoring) (suspenseful music) - How about we just go back to the clubhouse?

Or we can play a quick game of charades.

- No, we've come this far.

Somebody needs our help.

We're going to save them.

(feet shuffling) (snoring) (suspenseful music) - I just don't get it.

If there's a contest, where is everybody?

- Maybe they've been taken by... (screams) (silhouette growling) - The Ozark Howler!

(girls screaming) (screams) - Ah, ah, ahhh.

(girls gasp) Sweet Pete, girls.

You scared the pudding outta me.

(Blueberry exhales deeply) - Are you okay, Blueberry?

- I, I think I am.

- Sorry, Chef Shawn.

We were looking for the Ozark Howler.

- What?

What?

- The Ozark Howler.

The great mythical monster.

- Oh.

- Who likes to take campers?

- Oh.

- And lets out a terrible howl.

- Terrible howl, huh?

- Mm hm.

- Yeah.

And we tracked it all the way to the mess hall.

- (chuckles) Well, I'm afraid there's nothing to be scared of girls, except for this!

(girls gasp) - Oh, yummy.

- Mm hm.

- What's so scary about a s'more?

- Oh yeah, it seems innocent enough, but it's so chocolatey, gooey.

I can't help myself.

(splat) (Shawn howls) Oh, I keep burning my mouth.

(laughs) Oh, you know what girls?

I am so proud of you.

You each made an incredible costume.

You learned about some Arkansas legends, but most importantly, you weren't afraid of the unknown.

Yeah, you solved this entire mystery all alone.

You stuck together and you kept calm.

That.

That takes a lot of courage.

- Well we weren't alone, Chef Shawn.

- Yeah.

We had each other.

(Shawn laughs) - What's in that tub?

- Apples.

- (gasps) Apples.

- Yeah.

You can't be bobbing for donuts.

Or can you?

- Ooh.

- No, Blueberry.

- Apples!

(cheerful music) - You really were courageous tonight, Blueberry.

Even though the howls were scary, you kept yourself calm with your breathing techniques.

(Blueberry breathes deeply) - Who knew breathing could be so helpful?

We faced our fears by tracking the Howler.

- Even if it was just Chef Shawn and his delicious s'mores.

(girls laugh) Let's make some together.

- Okay.

♪ You better beware of the Howlers ♪ ♪ He's gonna make it crystal clear ♪