AN: Hey guys, well just like I'd said in my last story, I do apologize for updating this so late. I'm very busy with my life and trying to find a job at the moment since I ended up moving again at the end of last year. So far, no luck. XP

But for now, I still hope to continue on with writing as much as I can get.

Enjoy and warning, a few innuendos may be in here. X3

Chapter 4: The Audition (The Legend of Miss. Bootimore Crabs)

"No, absolutely not!" Abbey answered authoritative to Frankie who just mentioned the audition in her front of her as she was making more ice.

"But mom, please I have to!" Frankie cried back.

"Don't test me, Francesca Stein, my oxygen has been going down due to talking so much!" The yeti monster went back to making ice, but that didn't stop her stitch up daughter. "Come on!" Abbey rolled her eyes in disdain.

"No one in household is auditioning for dance show!"

"Mom, why not? Give me one good reason not to!"

"Dancing isn't your future, Frankie!" The Abominable Snowman mother handed her green-skinned adopted daughter some ice as she went on. "One day, you own Abbey's Homemade Ice: We're Cold for You." Frankie placed the ice in a bag, wrapped it up and stored it in a cooler.

"Mom, I don't want to be an ice maker," Frankie kept going, "I want to be famous."

The yeti mom just guffed. "Want to be famous, fix ice stakes for ghoulebrities, they'll know you for sure." Before the teenage simulacrum could fight back, her adopted, fire elemental father, Heath came in wondering what the fuss was all about.

"Hey, my favorite girls, what's wrong?" Frankie just smiled deviously at him, "Daddy, tomorrow I'm auditioning for a TV show!"

"No, she isn't, don't listen Heath!" Abbey commanded. "Seriously, first hair, now this!" Heath began to defend his daughter, "Hey to be fair, all the kids are batting up their hair."

"It's ratting, daddy." Frankie corrected."Besides, dancing on that show is my dream." The teen then glared at her mother; "and she wouldn't know what a dream is if it bit her on the nose!"

"Frankie!" Heath scolded. Abbey, however decided not to take her daughter's tantrum anymore. "Well I have information for you honey, I had dream that I ran ice business, and came down with it more than you can and your silly dance dream!" With that being the final straw, Frankie stomped upstairs to her room. The ice monster just up and sigh.

"Heath baby, I am not mean, problem is show won't take ghouls like us!" Abbey drops her head a bit. "Look at me, cold and talk less. They'll hurt her." Heath just simply replied, "Let me talk to her, I'll see what I can do." The fire monster smiles and gives his ice lover a quick peck on the cheek; in which being made from heat, melted on her. Nevertheless, it still made his wife smile.

Upstairs now, Frankie was laying on her bed, upset how her mother didn't understand her talent and her dream. Not that she hated her, but the monster with stitches in her limbs just thought that her dancing skills meant something to her, but to her mom, it meant nothing. What's even worse was that she did went to school with the majority of the cast, so what's to stop her? A knock on her door was then followed.

"What," sadly toned Frankie and then walked in her father who simply placed himself on her bed besides her.

"Frankie, this TV thing." Heath began. "You really want it, right?" Frankie sadly nodded. "With all of my heart."

"Then, go for it!" Her father encouraged without second thoughts. With that being said, Frankie bolted up and eye wided her dad.

"Honey, this is Scaremerica, you gotta think big to be big!"

"Big is not problem in this family, Heath." Abbey sharped tongue and looked down at her tall self head to toe with insecurity. Heath ignored his wife and kept talking to their daughter.

"You follow your dream, that's all it takes. Mine came true and now I have the most precious thing in the world." At first thinking about herself, the tall yeti wife placed her hands on her chest and whipped out a smile.

"The Taj Mansterhunt of Joke Shops!" Exclaimed the fire husband, leading him and Frankie to share a laugh. Feeling isolated, Abbey walked out.

The next morning came and Frankie, Draculaura, and a bunch of other female monsters were at the MYZT Station watching the cast members practicing their dance moves for the next show to broadcast. Of course, Nefera, the station's manager was teaching them and began to sing a bit.

"Back step, cha-cha-cha.

Side step, front step.

Back and turn.

Front step, cha-cha-cha.

Cleo, sharper."

(The blue-haired mummy criticized her young sister, making Cleo roll her eyes in disapproval.)

"Side step, front step.

Back, again."

(The dancers obeyed as their trainer sang. Back with the Ghoul Friends Forever, Frankie start to feel astonishment.)

"Oh my Ghoul, Draculaura, there's Holt! Holt!" The two shared a huge grin as they walked to get a closer look at the dancers.

"I can't believe I'm really here auditioning." The Frankenteen squeed.

"I can't believe I'm really here watching you audition." Replied back Draculaura.

(Afterwards, the mummy manager sung again.)

"Front step, cha-cha-cha.

Back step, cha-cha-cha.

Side step, front step.

Back and-"

(The manager turned away and saw in her view with disgust: the females who came to audition.)

"Oh Cleo and Toralei, look at this motlay crew."

(Both dancing ghouls saw the ghouls that Nefera just saw, and although Cleo was concerned, Toralei shared the same disgust with the older sister.)

"Oh, this town sure has gone downhill since I was crowned Miss. Bootimore Crabs." Cleo groaned with disgust while Toralei just snickered.

"Oh my Ra, how times have changed.

These ghouls must be blind or completely deranged.

But time seemed to halt when I was Miss. Bootimore Crabs!"

(The elder de Nile sung as the audition people saw and smile at the performances.)

"Toralei, that move is far too dirty!" Nefera openly and humiliating criticized the orange werecat, who just replied back in annoyance. "Nefera, wake up from that dream of yours, this isn't 1930!"

(The cast members as they got together in pairs for the next part laughed at the comeback. A grouchy Nefera then walks up to Deuce and Cleo sings the next part as she teaches them new steps.)

"You can laugh,

but life's a test.

Don't do this,

Don't do that.

Remember, de Niles know best."

(The last part she drifts to her sister, who just rolled her eyes again.)

"For the crown's in the vault,

from when I won Miss. Bootimore Crabs!"

(Toralei afterwards slyly walks over to her mentor.)

"These steps are perfect ammunition." The orange kitty said deviously.

Nefera replied back with sinister. "Let me show you how your royalty took out the competition. Ghouls, go get 'em. Mansters, let's rumba!"

(Following the order, the Ghouls of The Wherey Where Show get the girls who came to audition. Nefera sung again with the mansters as they dance.)

"Those poor runner-ups might still hold some grudges.

They padded their cups, but I screwed the judges!"

(The female cast members bring the girls to Nefera who was still dancing with the male cast members. She does a spin and they all catch her perfectly. Draculaura, however, stays behind so her BFF can shine as she watches.)

"Those broads thought they'd win,

if a plate they would spin in their dance.

Ha! Not a chance!"

(Nefera sees the ghouls auditioning and talks normally again.)

"Boys, put me down. Oh, good morning ladies. Let's see what you got."

(Starting with The Council Monsters, anyone sings again and show the girls the new dances.)

Council Monsters: "Twist, twist, twist, twist. Mashed potato, mambo."

Nefera: "Ready? Begin."

(The auditions stat to repeat the dance they were just taught. Nefera begins to walk up to the auditioning females to insult them. Toralei joins in as well.)

Nefera: "Oh my show, you'll never find a thrusting hip or bumping grind."

Toralei:"What's that, a dance for fleas and ticks?"

Nefera: "Oh, you should have seen my bags of tricks! Oh I hit the stage, batons ablaze! While belting Aida and preparing souffles!"

(A female council member intentionally bumps Frankie, but the green monster just keeps going.)

Nefera: "But that triple somersault is how I clicked Miss. Bootimore Crabs!"

(Nefera lifts up her baton in the air and an instrumental break now happens as a sequence begins. Everyone is either dressed up as pageant girls or judges. Nefera is, of course, the winner. Having a slash around saying the song's title in a tutu and leotard matching as well as tiara and baton dancing with the males dressed up as judges while the females just watch them in a straight line. One manster picks up Nefera high as her back and as the camera zooms in on her, the sequence ends.)

Nefera: "Proceed."

(Venus does so without hesitation and begins to antagonize Frankie.)

Venus: "Are you scared we're on live?"

Frankie: "No, I'm sure I can cope."

Toralei: "Well, this show isn't broadcast in-"

Council Monsters: "Cinemascope!"

Nefera: "I never drank one chocolate malt, no desserts for Miss. Bootimore Crabs."

(The orange werecat and mummy manager continue to insult the monsters auditioning.)

Toralei: "This one will never get a date in those hand-me-down clothes!"

Nefera: "Ha! Kid, she'll never get a date 'til Daddy buys her a new nose. I would say "oy, gevalt!" If I wasn't Miss. Bootimore Crabs."

(Toralei, Holt, and Nefera talk instead of sing this time.)

Toralei: "Do you dance like you dress?"

Holt: "Toralei, there's no need to be cruel."

(Nefera walks up to Frankie deviously.)

Nefera: "Would you swim in an integrated pool?"

Frankie: (grinning) "I sure would! I'm all for integration, it's the new frontier!"

Nefera: (slightly irritated by Frankie's answer) "Not in Bootimore, it isn't. And may I be frank? (sings again) First impressions can be tough and when I saw you, I knew it. If your stitches and bolts weren't enough, your last answer just blew it. And so, my dear, so short and stout, you'll never be in,"

Nefera and the Council Monsters: "So we're kicking you out!"

Nefera: "With your form and your face, oh but it isn't you fault; you're just down with a case of Miss. Bootimore Crabs!"

(With that being said, the cynical mummy let out a groan and decided to have the man made ghoul go.)

"Um, thank you?" Frankie said before she left the station with Draculaura who was there waiting for her to finish performing in front of these others.

"I think they secretly liked you!" Perked the pink vampire as they left, but the green-colored monster was still too bummed about being declined on a role on her favorite show by its nasty manager.

When the two best friends left, a young looking werewolf with a plaid dress, curly bun shaped tied up hair with Mary-Jane shoes and socks came up to Nefera.

"May I please audition?" The wolf asked sweetly with a smile. The rude mummy deviously laughed at her response before singing the last verse to her song.

"Of course not, but you may bow and exalt cause I am Miss. Bootimore Crabs!"

Finally, the Council Monsters followed and chanted the last lyrics:

"Crabs, crabs, crabs!"

AN: Alrighty, I'm so glad I finally got this done. Had a bunch of fun making Nefera a bigoted bitch since she's such a narcisstic bitch in the actual series though obviously not bigoted lol.

I know it's also a bit ironic to have her judge Frankie for having stitches yet I made Hoodue part of the Council Monsters; but since Frankie is undead and needs to be stitched in order to function, I guess that's why she as criticial towards her? Oh well, this is after all a spoof. :P

Also yes, I am having Cleo play a specific role in this story which will be revealed later on in future chapters.

Enjoy, comment, and fave~