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Marco vs. the Forces of Love Episode 5: Carnival

Summary: It’s a hoot and a holler when Marco escapes from the girls and gets blackmailed by Jeremy. Meanwhile, Star, Jackie, Janna and Hekapoo work together to find him.

Star vs. the Forces of Evil belongs to:

[theme song]

ACT I

[The episode starts where we left off at the previous episode where Star and Janna have a heated argument regarding Marco]

Janna:

If anything, Marco should avoid you at all costs.

Star:

Oh yeah? At least I don’t steal things from him of stalk him like a creep, and let me tell you...

Marco:

[thinking to himself] Aw man, this is getting ugly. I need to get out of here.

Star:

...and that’s why I’m the best girl for Marco.

Janna:

Sure, keep making noise babyface. You sure are gonna win if you cry harder.

Star:

[breaking glass sound] What did you just say to me?

Janna:

I said: Keep making noise baby...

[before she can finish Star tackles Janna and they start a fight, but Jackie once again gets in between and attempts to stop them]

Jackie:

Come on girls please... fighting each other won’t solve anything. It will makes things worse.

Janna:

You’re right. We should let Marco decide once and for all and finish this nonsense...

Star:

I agree. So Marco, which one of us do you like...? [she notices that Marco is missing] Marco? Where did he go?

Janna:

Maybe he ran away from you and your childish behaviour your majesty...

Jackie:

Janna...

Star:

Well at least I’m a member of the royalty. You, on the other hand are just a sad, strange little girl who steals wallets to get attention. How pathetic.

Jackie:

Star...

Janna:

Say it again to my face, your royal pain.

Star:

I’ll be glad...

[Just when they’re about to start another brawl, an orange portal opens in front of them with Marco and Hekapoo coming out from it]

Hekapoo:

What’s up ladies?

Star:

What the…?!!!

[TIME CARD: FLASHBACK]

[Cut Marco and Hekapoo lying under the bed sheets all sweaty and exhausted. Marco stares at the ceiling with his arms around his head while Hekapoo plays with her hand on his chest]

Hekapoo:

That... was even better than I remembered. I really needed this...

Marco:

[concerned] I’m glad to hear it...

[Hekapoo notices that Marco looks concerned about something]

Hekapoo:

Is there… something you wanna tell me right now?

Marco:

What do you mean?

Hekapoo:

You look kinda sad. Do you regret about this?

Marco:

What? No, I’m not. It was wonderful and you’re an amazing chick and all but...

Hekapoo:

Do you still have feelings for Star?

Marco:

What happens between me and Star, like I said, it’s complicated. I don’t even know how to define it. The problem is: Right now, I just don’t know what I’m doing. It seems like every time I think I’ve found love, something happens and I get caught between more decisions and… I can’t think clearly anymore. I want somebody to love, someone who gives me comfort and support, but I also want to live dangerously, to be challenged...

Hekapoo:

Marco, you don’t have a problem. You’re just a kid. It’s normal for boys at your age being so indecisive and impulsive. You’re just a little confused, that’s all.

Marco:

Maybe that’s true, but it doesn’t take away the fact that I’m hurting Star. I wish I knew what I want so this could end peacefully.

[Hekapoo looks at Marco for a moment and thinks of a way to help him]

Hekapoo:

I think I figured out what’s your problem...

Marco:

You do?

Hekapoo:

You said that you don’t know what you want in a girl, right?

Marco:

Right...

Hekapoo:

That’s because you’re too busy pleasing everyone else instead of focus on what makes YOU happy. Am I right?

Marco:

Uhm, yeah, that’s kinda true...

Hekapoo:

And that’s my point: There’s nothing wrong in enjoying yourself once in a while. You’re a great guy Marco Diaz, and I’ve always thought you deserve better.

Marco:

That’s funny. I’ve always consider myself to be very lucky.

Hekapoo:

Yeah, but I’m not talking about the things you have, I’m talking about respect. And that’s what I love about you Marco: No matter how hard life has been treating you, you always seem to keep going. You spent 16 years chasing me to get back a lousy pair of scissors that weren’t even yours.

Marco:

That’s because I didn’t knew that were your scissors.

Hekapoo:

That doesn’t matter. What I’m trying to say is that everyone else would just given up the first year or so, but you... you persisted all those years and never turned back. And to tell you the the truth, It makes me kinda jealous of Star. She’s so lucky to have you in her life.

Marco:

[blushing] I... I’ve never realized how much I needed to hear that.

Hekapoo:

You’re welcome. [they stare at each other for a brief moment]

[Hekapoo gets up the bed and puts her trademark yellow dress. Marco dress up as well]

Hekapoo:

You know? You have done so much for me lately and I wanna make it up for you.

Marco:

It isn’t really necessary. I like to be helpful.

Hekapoo:

But I wanna do it. You deserve a better treatment and Star still doesn’t understand how valuable you really are, so we’re gonna pay her a visit so I can speak her a piece of my mind...

Marco:

[getting nervous] You what? Hekapoo, I appreciate what you’re trying to do but… [Hekapoo opens a portal and grabs him by the hoodie before he can finish] Wait, I’m not mentally prepared for this...

[TIME CARD: END OF FLASHBACK]

[Cut Back to Marco and Hekapoo facing Star, Jackie and Janna at the park]

Janna:

And who the hell are you?

Hekapoo:

My name is Hekapoo, gatekeeper of the realms of time and space, and I’m here to set the record straight regarding Marco.

Marco:

[thinking to himself] This is it. They’re gonna tear me apart limb by limb.

Star:

Wait… what do you mean by “set the record straight”? Is there anything you didn’t tell us yet Marco?

Marco:

Uhm, it’s funny that you mention it, because...

Jackie:

Hey, aren’t you that girl that kept Marco recluse for 16 years on that weird dimension?

Hekapoo:

Mmmm, recluse it’s not the word I would use, but... Yes, yes I am...

Star:

You better have a good explanation for this Marco Diaz.

Marco:

I was getting into that, you see...

Hekapoo:

Don’t tell her anything Marco, you don’t owe her any explanations...

Janna:

[raising an eyebrow] You seem pretty close to be just acquaintances.

Hekapoo:

You’re pretty sharp for a human kid. I’ll give you that...

Star:

Seriously, what’s the deal with you and Marco?

Hekapoo:

Oh please, don’t tell me that you still can’t figure it out...

Marco:

[whispering] Hekapoo please, you’re making it worse...

Star:

[upset] And what exactly am I supposed to “figure out”?

Hekapoo:

Mmmm, I’m gonna take a wild guess: Marco is not only good in bed like… REALLY good, but also is so full of energy that is capable to last for hours and hours. Am I right?

Star:

So?

Hekapoo:

Where do you think he learned all that stuff?

[Star takes a moment to think about it until she realizes what she meant]

Star:

[gasps] Marco, is that true?

Marco:

Well, you see: I was trying to get back your scissors and spent 16 years on her dimension to do it and… I may have got a little sidetracked...?

Star:

Marco!!!

Janna:

Well, well, well, guess we learned something new about you safety kid....

Jackie:

Why you didn’t tell about this before? I thought we were gonna be honest to each other...

Marco:

I’m sorry, it wasn’t my intention, but you also lied to me...

Jackie:

Yeah, but what you did was way before of what we did and we already apologized, right Star?

Star:

Indeed, what is wrong with you? I thought you were better than this...

Marco:

[staring at the floor] I’m sorry...

Hekapoo:

[to Jackie and Janna] Wait, I’m confused… What is your relation with Marco?

Janna:

I am his lover...

Jackie:

And I am his former girlfriend...

Hekapoo:

So, you’re telling he’s been cheating on all of you at once?

Janna:

That’s right.

Hekapoo:

Wait a minute: Wasn’t Star your girlfriend?

Marco:

I think you misunderstood what I meant. Star is not exactly my girlfriend, it’s just that I...

Star:

What?!!! So you’re telling me during all this time you did with me all kind of things... and you didn’t even considering me your girlfriend?!!!

Marco:

You’re getting me wrong. I’m actually...

[All the girls give Marco a death glare as he gulps and takes a step back wearing a fearful expression on his face]

Marco:

[thinking to himself] Oh God, I’m SO screwed. There’s no way I can’t get out of this one...

Star:

I don’t even know you anymore.

Jackie:

[crossing her arms] I agree. We’re very disappointed of you right now.

Janna:

So, what do you have to say in your defense loverboy?

Marco:

[shivering] Girls, there’s no need to do something crazy.

Star:

You haven’t seen crazy yet.

Marco:

Please, just listen to me: It’s not that I didn’t enjoy all this time with all of you...

Janna:

Oh, we all know that you did it, you womanizing bastard.

[The girls surround Marco while he just takes a deep breath and prepares to get punished by them]

Hekapoo:

Any last words to defend yourself fleshwad?

Marco:

[sigh] I understand that why you’re so upset right now and I just want you to know that… [he notices something at the sky] Holy shit, is that a nuclear missile coming right over here?!!! [points at the sky]

Janna:

[crossing her arms] Marco, Do you seriously think that we’re gonna fall for that one? I mean, not even Star is looking up...

Star:

Yeah… [beat] HEY!!!

Marco:

[panicking] I’m serious, it’s getting closer, we’ve gotta get out of here.

Jackie:

Marco, please. This is getting ridiculous. Why don’t you just face the problem instead of coming up with such a nonsensical…?

Random Person:

[o.s] A NUCLEAR MISSILE IS COMING DOWN!!! EVERYONE RUN AWAY!!!

[Cut to the missile falling down while all the people at the park evacuate while screaming in panic]

Janna:

[looking at the sky] Holy guacamole: Marco was telling the truth.

Jackie:

Quick, we gotta get out of here fast.

Star:

Wait… I know what to do...

[Star uses her wand to transform into her mewberty self and flies to the missile to blast it]

Star:

[pointing at the missile with her wand] MEGA RAINBOW BLA…!!!

Marco:

[shouting at her] Star, don’t do that!!! You’re gonna make it explode!!!

Jackie:

Try to slow it down!!!

Star:

Okay, I got it.

[Star flies towards the missile, grabs it and attempts to slow it down using the flutter of her wings, but it’s too heavy for her to handle]

Janna:

That’s it, we’re doomed.

[everyone close their eyes waiting for the end, but the missile just lands and gets buried in the ground without exploding in a very anticlimactic way]

Marco:

[opening his eyes] Are we… still alive?

Jackie:

Apparently, but how?

Marco:

Star, are you okay? [he helps Star to get down from the missile]

Star:

[turning back to normal] I’m fine, but… what just happened?

[Janna gets closer to the missile and takes a look to it]

Marco:

I’m not sure, but we need to get out here. This thing could still explode if we...

[Janna kicks the missile twice]

Marco:

[to Janna] WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?!!!

Janna:

Don’t panic safety kid. The missile is hollow.

Jackie:

Really? [she also kicks it] Hey, you’re right.

Star:

But I don’t understand: Why would anyone launch a weapon that doesn’t even work?

Janna:

Tell that to Pyongyang’s government.

Hekapoo:

And just when I thought humans couldn’t get any dumber.

Janna:

Yeah right, because mewmans and monsters are SO smart that they need magic to solve all their problems. That’s a good one.

Star:

Hey, shut your piehole Janna. You don’t know anything about us mewnans and all the problems we have to deal with on our everyday lives.

Janna:

That’s even funnier coming from you, your royal highness.

Star:

Just because I’m a princess that doesn’t mean I don’t have problems of my own, okay?

Janna:

Is that so? name one.

Star:

Well, for instance, you’re all getting in the way between me and Marco.

Hekapoo:

Oh, poor you. Let me ask you something: If Marco is SO comfortable with you, why is he looking for other girls?

Star:

Perhaps because some of those girls keep him prisoner for 16 years and take advantage of him...

Hekapoo:

Yeah right, because is not like I gave him the choice to go back to Earth. Also, the only reason he stayed on my dimension for so long it’s because he was trying to get back the scissors that your pony friend stole from me in the first place...

Star:

Leave Pony Head out of this.

Hekapoo:

Well, if you and Marco were so close, he would have told you all of this, right Marco? [notices that he is missing] Marco?

Star:

Oh, damn it. He did it again.

Janna:

Nice job scaring him way. AGAIN.

Star:

Oh, like you didn’t have any part on it whatsoever.

Jackie:

Uhm, girls?

Janna:

At least I don’t blame everyone else for my own mistakes like you do.

Jackie:

Girls?

Star:

Perhaps because you never apologize for your mistakes.

Jackie:

Girls?

Janna:

As if you know what it is to apologize...

Jackie:

[screaming] ENOUGH!!!

[everyone stop arguing and pay attention to Jackie]

Jackie:

Now, I don’t care how entitled do you think you are, or how much you want to tear apart to each other. The only thing I want is to know where Marco is, and whining and complaining like a bunch of children is not gonna solve anything, so please, PLEASE: Stop it.

[they get quiet for a few seconds awkwardly staring at the ground. Then Hekapoo decides to break the silence]

Hekapoo:

[sigh] You have a good point. This bickering is both pointless and counterproductive. I mean, I don’t even know who you girls are, I was here just to stand for Marco, but now that he’s gone…

Janna:

Well, neither do I. Right now I’m upset because I just want to know where Marco is...

Hekapoo:

I propose a truce until we find him so we can settle this once and for all. What do you say?

Jackie:

I’m in. [she shakes hands with Hekapoo]

Janna:

Me too. This whole argument is getting old anyway. [she also shakes hands with her]

Hekapoo:

What about you princess Butterfly?

Star:

Well... if Jackie is okay with it, I guess you can count me in as well.

Jackie:

[giving her a pat on the back] That’s the spirit.

[Star finally shakes hands with Hekapoo]

ACT II

[Cut to a crowd of people at Echo Creek’s pier. President Richard Martinez is about to give a press conference while everyone is talking about the missile incident. Cut to Alfonzo and Ferguson between the crowd]

Ferguson:

Oh man, I’m so afraid right now.

Alfonzo:

Tell me about it. Less than 5 minutes after it happened and my dad just ran away to the store to buy plans for a bomb shelter.

Ferguson:

What do you think it’s going to happen? Do you think they’re gonna relocated us all or something?

Alfonzo:

I hope not. I’ve spent the best years of my life on this town.

[cut to a flashback of Alfonzo getting his head stuck on a toilet by local bully Lars]

Ferguson:

[deadpan] Right...

[Cut back to President Martinez at the stage]

President Martinez:

[speaking at the microphone] My fellow american citizens:In light of the recent mass hysteria that followed the landing of the nuclear missile “allegedly” launched by the government of North Korea early this afternoon, I flew back to this lovely town to clarify some of the misconceptions you may had about what exactly is going on...

Justin:

WE’RE ALL GOING TO GET NUKED!!! [everyone at the audience starts screaming]

President Martinez:

Now, calm down everybody. Nobody is going to get nuked, in fact: This whole incident was a huge misunderstanding.

Sabrina:

Misunderstanding?

President Martinez:

You’re correct young lady in the audience. You see: This was all part of a… simulation, yeah, that’s it. The US DoD personally asked me to launch this fake missile to test the overall response of your town in case of an actual nuclear threat and… congratulations. You passed.

Reporter:

But, isn’t launching a fake WMD without prior notice a form of fear-mongering?

President Martinez:

Now, you may thinking that these nuclear policies are highly unconstitutional. And you’re totally right. That’s why I came here to personally apologize for such an irresponsible decision and make it clear that this tragic incident will never going to repeat again. And to compensate you: I’m proud to announce that I’m bringing to your town: A brand new carnival. [talks at the phone] Bring it on boys.

[a group of helicopters brings a rollercoaster, a ferris wheel, a merry-go-round as well as other park attractions and land them on the pier]

Brittney:

Oh come on, do you actually believe that we’re going to forgive you for spreading scaremongering on our town using such a moronic tactic that no one is going to…?

Blake Lemon:

Hey, look everyone: A free carnival.

[everyone at the audience go to the carnival to try the rides while Brittney gets trapped among the excited crowd]

President Martinez:

[talking to the bodyguards] Phew, that was a close one. Call CNN, CBS, ABC and MSNBC and tell them to bury the lede. no one else at the country has to know about this.

Bodyguard:

Yes sir.

[Cut to Star, Jackie, Janna and Hekapoo at Marco’s living room. Star is talking with Princess Pony Head using her mirror phone]

Star:

Are you sure about that?

Princess Pony Head:

[sigh] For the millionth time: Yes. I looked for him like… everywhere. He’s not at the Amethyst Arcade, he’s not at Quest Buy, he’s not at Pixtopia, and he’s definitely not at the Goblin Dogs stand.

Star:

But what about Kelly and Tad?

Princess Pony Head:

They haven’t seen Marco either. I’m sorry B-Fly, but your beloved Earth Turd is officially MIA.

Star:

That’s okay. I appreciate your help.

Princess Pony Head:

I’ve always knew that turd was no good for you B-Fly. I’ll tell you what: Next time I see him I’m gonna shove it my horn right up his...

Star:

As... well-intended you may be, it’s not really necessary for you to do that. I’ll deal with this problem all by myself, okay?

Princess Pony Head:

Pfft, whatever. See you next time B-Fly. [she hangs up]

Star:

Well, girls it seems that Marco is not at Mewni after all.

Janna:

Yeah, but it doesn’t take away the fact that he’s still nowhere to be found.

Jackie:

Do you know any other place he could possibly be?

Star:

Not a clue. but wait, I’ve got it: I’ll use the All-Seeing Eye to look up where he is.

Hekapoo:

Wait… The All-Seeing Eye? Are you aware that spell is completely Off-Limits. right?

Star:

Who cares? I’m gonna use it just for a teeny-weenie short moment. What could possibly go wrong?

Hekapoo:

Everything can go wrong if you use that spell. There is a good reason of why it’s in the forbidden chapter. You can’t just use it as you please.

Star:

Oh, and do you have a better idea?

Hekapoo:

Well, not exactly, but I do know that considering the low amount of magic power those scissors have, he couldn’t go any further than Earth. That’s for sure.

Jackie:

Yeah, but even if that were true, Earth is still a huge place for Marco to hide. He could be in China for all we know...

Janna:

Well, not necessarily.

Star:

What are you talking about?

Janna:

When you have the ability to move from place to place in a matter of seconds, one could argue that he would use the scissors to hide at some unknown village at the Congo or something like that. But what if Marco is actually self aware of this and he chose to stay right here at Echo Creek just to drift away our attention?

Jackie:

It might be possible, but it still sounds pretty unlikely. How can we be sure?

Janna:

Exactly. We can’t, the only thing we can do so far is to look up for him at the last place he could possibly be right here. A place full of lights and surrounded by people, a place like...

Everyone:

The carnival.

[Cut to Echo Creek’s carnival. Everyone is having a good time, except for Jeremy Birnbaum who walks around along with his butler bored out of his mind]

Jeremy:

[eating cotton candy] Ugh, this is the worst carnival I’ve been on my entire life. I’d rather get grounded doing my homework than attend this snoozefest any longer.

Butler:

You want me to take you back home master Jeremy?

Jeremy:

Hang on, I’m sure I can find someone to pull a prank on. Okay, let’s see… [he looks around to find someone] Too many potential victims, but no one who’s actually worth the effort.

Butler:

Well, if you want my advice sir...

Jeremy:

I pay you to drive me home, not to listen your worthless advice, so shut your piehole. Wait a second… [he looks at some guy wearing a trenchcoat and a fedora sneaking around] Mission control: We’ve found our next target, he-he-he...

[the guy with the trenchcoat turns out to be Marco, who hides behind an alley and attempts to use the dimensional scissors]

Marco:

Ugh, come on. Open the portal already. Goddammit.

Jeremy:

Hey jerkface...

[Marco turns around and sees Jeremy right behind him recording him with his cell phone]

Marco:

Jeremy? What are you doing here?

Jeremy:

Funny, I could ask you the same question. What are you hiding under that coat? Free candy?

Marco:

Uhm, that’s none of your business, so... buzz off dude.

Jeremy:

And miss the opportunity to humiliate you and whatever you’re trying to do? No way, this shit is gold.

Marco:

Okay, first of all: Watch your potty mouth you little brat, talk like a sailor does not make you edgier than the 12 year old kids who post Minecraft gameplays on Youtube; and second of all: If you wanna talk about humiliation, do I need to remind you of the time when I put your “private karate lessons” to shame at the graduation? I don’t think so...

Jeremy:

Well, if you’re so confident about yourself, whom are you hiding from?

Marco:

Who says that I’m hiding?

Jeremy:

Oh, give me a break Marco: You’re behind an alley wearing a trenchcoat AND a fedora like you were some kind of secret agent. You’re so bad at lying it’s kinda sad.

Marco:

Oh yeah? and you’re so full of yourself I’m surprised that you are not overweight. Why don’t you just admit that you act like a jerk simply because you have an inferiority complex that…?

[In that moment, Marco hears the voice of Star and the girls passing by, so he puts his head out the alley to confirm it]

Marco:

What the…? [he sees them searching for him] Oh, crap...

Jeremy:

[wearing a smug smile] Well, well, well... What do he have here? Marco Diaz, the tough, misunderstood “bad boy”, hiding from a group of girls? I don’t even know what this is all about, but I’m already excited.

Marco:

Jeremy, listen: Right now I’m on a very delicate situation and... I know that I’m not exactly your favorite person in the world, but… Would you please help me to get out of here without being noticed?

Jeremy:

Wait, hold on. Let me get this straight: You’re asking ME to help YOU to escape from those chicks over there? [he starts laughing] This is just… I don’t even know what to say.

Marco:

Oh, come on Jeremy, don’t you have at least a bit of empathy for someone other than yourself?

Jeremy:

Mmmm, I don’t know. Aren’t you the one who said that I’m “full of myself”?

Marco:

[getting on his knees] Jeremy please. I’ll do whatever you want?

Jeremy:

[raising an eyebrow] Whatever I want?

Marco:

[sigh] Yes, whatever you want.

Jeremy:

Mmmm, let me think about it… on one hand, I could rat you out to those girls and enjoy your demise in the front row… and on the other hand I could help you out and turn you into my personal slave for the rest of the evening, which is a very rare opportunity… Alright Romeo, I’ll help you out...

Marco:

Oh thank you Jeremy...

Jeremy:

However: I want your red belt...

Marco:

[sigh] Okay, it’s all yours...

Jeremy:

AND your karate certificate.

Marco:

Ugh, fine. You can have that too.

Jeremy:

Also, I want your entire comic book collection.

Marco:

Jesus Christ, why don’t you ask for my soul while you’re at it?

Jeremy:

Actually, that’s not a bad idea.

Marco:

[grinding his teeth] Jeremy...

Jeremy:

Okay, I finished to mess up with you sweetheart. [uses his cell phone to call his butler] Henry? Yeah, it’s me your master Jeremy… I need a distraction now… yup, 40’ away...

[A loud explosion is heard at the distance, which drifts everyone’s attention. Marco and Jeremy use the opportunity to run away from the scene]

Jeremy:

And that’s why you should worship the almighty dollar...

Marco:

Well, I guess I owe you for that one.

Jeremy:

That’s what I love to hear. Come on slave boy, you still have some work to do.

Marco:

[sigh] Somebody kill me please.

[Cut to Star, Jackie, Janna and Hekapoo still looking for Marco]

Star:

Now that was weird, it sounded like an explosion, but everything just seems fine.

Hekapoo:

Something tells me that Marco had something to do with it.

Jackie:

That may be true, but it doesn’t change the fact that he is still nowhere to be found, especially among this huge crowd of people.

Janna:

What are we gonna do then?

Jackie:

I suggest we split up to cover more ground. Janna: You and Hekapoo go and check up the stands while Star and I will look for him up in the ferris wheel. We’ll be in contact with our cell phones. Then we’ll meet again right here in one hour. Got it?

Hekapoo:

Clear as crystal.

Janna:

It works for me.

Star:

Yeah, me too.

Jackie:

Alright people, let’s go.

[Cut to Marco and Jeremy wandering around looking for victims. Jeremy set eyes on a little girl eating ice cream while sitting on a bench]

Jeremy:

Alright slave boy, here’s the first order of business: See that little girl eating ice cream over there?

Marco:

Uhm, yeah.

Jeremy:

Well, I want you to sneak around behind her back and throw her ice cream at the floor without being noticed.

Marco:

What? That’s terrible. I’m not gonna do that.

Jeremy:

Oh, yes you will. We had a deal remember?

Marco:

Forget about it. I’d rather eat my toenails on a bowl of cereal.

Jeremy:

Well, in that case I guess I’m gonna have to rat you out with your cheerleading squad then...

Marco:

Yeah, like I care. I bet they all returned home at this point.

Jeremy:

Oh, I wouldn’t be so sure about that. Just look at behind you.

[Marco turns around and sees Janna and Hekapoo heading towards them. Marco gets all nervous while Jeremy watches him wearing a smug face]

Jeremy:

Not feeling so brave now, huh?

Marco:

You little piece of...

Jeremy:

Ah ah ah! Remember our deal slave boy.

[Marco gets infuriated, but immediately calms down as he sees Janna and Hekapoo getting closer]

Marco:

[feeling resigned] Okay. I’ll do it.

Jeremy:

That’s a good boy.

[Marco sneaks around behind the little girl and throws a coin next to her. She turns her head and Marco uses the opportunity to throw her ice cream to the floor, which makes her cry. Then Marco returns with Jeremy]

Jeremy:

Wow, I hate to admit it, but… I’m truly impressed. I’ve never seen someone sneaking up that way, I mean, you have the reflexes of a ninja.

[Marco just looks at the little girl crying and feels guilty about it]

Jeremy:

Oh, don’t be so melodramatic. She’ll get over it.

Marco:

Please don’t make me do that ever again.

Jeremy:

Are you kidding me? That was freaking gold, and this is just the beginning my friend.

[Cut to Janna and Hekapoo still looking for Marco on the stands]

Janna:

Have you found anything?

Hekapoo:

I can feel the power of the scissors near around us, but I’m still not really sure where this feeling is coming from...

Janna:

Well, that’s just great. It’s like we’re playing hide and seek with Marco.

[they spot the little girl on the bench still crying, so they go to talk to her]

Janna:

Hey, what’s wrong little girl? Why are you crying?

Little girl:

My ice cream... [shows her the empty cone]

Janna:

Oh, I see. And where are your parents?

Little girl:

Over there... [points at her parents playing at the stands completely oblivious]

Janna:

Typical. I’ll tell you what: I’ll go to get you another ice cream, so in the meantime you can talk with my friend Hekapoo right over here...

Hekapoo:

What? Why do I have to take care of her?

Janna:

Don’t be rude, just keep her distracted for a few minutes, alright?

Hekapoo:

Okay...

[Janna goes to buy an ice cream while Hekapoo just sits on the bench looking at the girl in silence. Then she starts crying again]

Hekapoo:

Oh, come on little girl,dont cry. I… I… I don’t really know what to do in these situations. [she thinks for a moment until she gets an idea] I got it.

[Hekapoo uses her powers to materialize a group of tiny ballerinas and makes them dance in front of the girl, which makes her stop crying]

Little girl:

[clapping] Bravo… I love ballerinas.

Hekapoo:

[looking exhausted] I’m glad you liked it.

[In that moment, Janna returns with the ice cream]

Janna:

There you go... [gives the ice cream to the girl]

Little girl:

Ice cream. Thanks.

Janna:

You welcome sweetie, just remember to be more careful next time. Now if you excuse us. We have to go...

Little girl:

Bye ballerinas… [she waves goodbye to both of them as they leave]

Janna:

[to Hekapoo] Are you okay? You don’t look so well.

Hekapoo:

I’m fine. I just... need to take a short break.

Janna:

You did a great job back there. Come on, I’ll buy you a cotton candy.

Hekapoo:

Thanks.

ACT III

[Cut to an old lady on an electric wheelchair who can’t move around because their brakes were cut. Marco and Jeremy are watching her from the distance]

Jeremy:

I swear, this evening just keeps getting better every time, don’t you think?

Marco:

It can’t get any worse than this.

Jeremy:

Is that a challenge?

Marco:

You know, I don’t understand you Jeremy...

Jeremy:

It’s MASTER Jeremy to you.

Marco:

It’s like being rich, healthy and successful isn’t enough and you feel the need to shove it on everyone’s faces, and it makes me wonder: Why? What’s the point? Is it because you don’t have any real friends? grow up...

Jeremy:

That’s funny coming from the guy who likes to bang everything that moves like if it was a sport. Also, aren’t you friends with a rich a-hole yourself? because from what I see it: You’re either a masochist, a complete pervert, or a social climber.

Marco:

You don’t even know what you’re talking about. My relationship with Star goes beyond your shallow and materialistic viewpoints.

Jeremy:

Or maybe, that’s what you want to believe. How naive can you possibly be?

Marco:

At least I live in the real world. When was the last time you got out from your cute little bubble, you self entitled prick?

Jeremy:

I don’t need to live on what you call “the real world”, as long as I can humiliate poor saps like you.

Marco:

Is that so? Then how about a bet? If I win I can keep my red belt, my karate certificate AND my comic book collection.

Jeremy:

And if I win?

Marco:

I’ll mow your lawn for a whole year.

Jeremy:

Mmmm, that sounds interesting. I’ll take it.

Marco:

And just to prove to you how sure I am, I’ll let you choose the challenge.

Jeremy:

That’s even better.

Marco:

Yeah, that’s right. Keep that smug grin on your face, because no matter what you choose, I’m 100% percent sure that I’ll kick. your. butt...

[Cut to Marco and Jeremy at the bumper cars. Marco loses all his confidence while Jeremy just watches him smiling with his arms crossed]

Marco:

[thinking to himself] I didn’t think this through, did I?

Jeremy:

Well, what are we waiting for? Let’s get it on.

Marco:

I stand corrected: This evening just got worse.

[Cut to Star and Jackie sitting on the ferris wheel. Star uses her wand as a magnifying glass to search for Marco]

Jackie:

Do you see anything?

Star:

I can see Principal Skeeves selling a couple of yearbooks, but there’s no sign of Marco whatsoever. What about you?

Jackie:

Well, It’s hard for me to see from this height, but so far I haven’t found anything yet.

Star:

[sigh] I’m getting tired of this. I wonder if Janna and Hekapoo already found him.

Jackie:

They would have already told us if that were the case

Star:

How can you be so sure? What if they’re conspiring against us to have Marco all for themselves?

Jackie:

Don’t be so paranoid Star. We all made a truce, remember?

Star:

I know that, it’s just that I don’t really trust Janna right now. I mean, look at what she did behind our backs.

Jackie:

Listen, I can understand why you’re so upset. I’m very upset too, but I’m trying to keep myself under control. That way is easier for me to deal with my problems.

Star:

You make it sound so simple, but I just... don’t have the same level of patience as you Jackie.

[Star holds her knees and lowers her head while Jackie watches her concerned]

Jackie:

Star, can I confess something very personal to you?

Star:

Sure.

Jackie:

Believe it or not, I wasn’t always the calm and composed person you see right now...

Star:

Get out of here...

Jackie:

But it’s true. The thing is...

[Cut to a black and white flashback of Jackie’s childhood. She’s painting a watermelon while everyone else is playing outside]

Jackie:

[narrating] When I was 8 years old, I was having a bit of a hard time. My folks got divorced due financial difficulties and at the time I used to think it was my fault because I was a kid and didn’t know better... [finishes the drawing and throws it away]

[Cut to Jackie’s mother (face unseen) talking with the school counselor while he shows her the report card of her daughter. Jackie is sitting next to her]

Jackie:

[narrating] ...my low self esteem started to affect my grades as well, and even though my mom told me countless times that it wasn’t my fault, I couldn’t simply believe it. I thought she just said that to make me feel less guilty about the divorce...

[Cut to Jackie receiving a dog for christmas while her mother is knitting a scarf next to the tree]

Jackie:

[narrating] My mom did everything she could to make me feel better. She even bought me a dog that I named Pickles. But it actually made things worse when I accidentally gave it chocolate while looking for some dog food, but couldn’t find any… again, I didn’t know any better back then...

[Cut to Jackie and her mother standing next to Pickles grave. She starts crying while holding her mother’s leg]

Jackie:

[narrating] It wasn’t until that moment my mom decided to take me to the beach without prior notice. I’m not exactly sure why she chose that place in particular, but what I do know is that it was an experience that I’ll never forget...

[Jackie is playing with a red ball next to the shore]

Jackie:

[narrating] I was playing with my favorite red ball very close to the shore. Back then I was full of energy and could play to kick the ball around for hours and hours. And just when I thought I was finally letting go all my anxiety, tragedy struck again. I kicked my ball so hard that it fell onto the sea...

[Jackie runs to the sea to get her ball back, but gets stopped by her mother]

Jackie:

[narrating] And thank goodness my mom stopped me because at the time I didn’t know how to swim, but most importantly: I witnessed one of the most beautiful sights I’ve ever seen in my entire life... [watches a group of dolphins playing with the ball] Now, I don’t know exactly how to put into words the wide variety of emotions I felt that day, but something about those dolphins and their playful and carefree lifestyle, got me so fascinated that I became obsessed with those animals. My mom of course received my new hobby with open arms and encouraged me to learn how to surf to get closer with them, that led me to learn how to skate and the rest is history...

[Cut back to Star and Jackie at the ferris wheel]

Star:

Wow, who would’ve thought that the reason behind your love for skating could be so… deep.

Jackie:

Well, it’s the closest thing to surf when I’m on firm land.

Star:

Jackie: I want to apologize for all the things I did to you so far.

Jackie:

What are you talking about?

Star:

Don’t act like you don’t know, I’m talking about the kiss incident, the time I forced you to lie, the time I used that spell to spy on you and Marco. You deserve better and I definitely crossed the line.

[Jackie smiles at Star and grabs her shoulder to comfort her]

Jackie:

The fact that you can come clean about this in such a transparent and honest way is enough for me. I really appreciate the gesture and it makes me glad that you consider me more than just your rival.

Star:

And I just want you to know that no matter which one of us win Marco’s affections, I still want to keep our friendship alive.

Jackie:

So do I Star. So do I… [they smile at each other]

[Cut to Marco and Jeremy at the bumper cars facing each other. Jeremy looks much more confident than Marco, who tries to keep his composure]

Jeremy:

What’s the matter? Feeling a little under the weather already?

Marco:

Yeah, you wish.

Jeremy:

You know, you still got time to walk out of this and avoid the public humiliation. Just sayin’.

Marco:

Oh, so now all of a sudden you act compassionate, huh? What a hypocrite.

Jeremy:

Don’t say I didn’t warn you...

Marco:

[mocking voice] “Don’t say I didn’t warn you” I’ll show you how to...

[Jeremy bumps Marco against the wall without any warning. Marco already starts feeling sick]

Marco:

That’s not fair, I wasn’t ready.

Jeremy:

Welcome to the real world honey...

Marco:

[feeling dizzy] You’ll see...

[Marco tries to bump Jeremy, but feels too sick to focus and gets bumped as a result]

Jeremy:

So, what do you think about my driving skills? Not bad for a three times regional champion in Mario Kart 8, huh?

[Marco is too sick to pay attention to him]

Jeremy:

Hey, I’m talking to you. Pay attention!!!

[Jeremy bumps Marco once again and as a result, he throws up all across the floor, causing a malfunction]

Microphone voice:

Ladies and gentleman, the operator speaking here… uhm, due a small inconvenience regarding the electric floor, it’s my duty to inform you that we’re gonna have to close for the rest of the evening. In the name of the staff, we’re sorry. Have a good night.

[Everyone starts booing both Marco and Jeremy]

Jeremy:

[smiling] Ah, the sweet sound of public discontent. What’s not to love?

Marco:

It’s official: This is the worst day of my life.

[Cut to Janna and Hekapoo still looking for Marco while eating cotton candy]

Hekapoo:

This is actually pretty good.

Janna:

I told ya.

Hekapoo:

You know, as a member of the Magic High Commission I never got the time to enjoy things like this...

Janna:

Really? [looks at one of the stands] Have you ever played “shooting ducks”?

Hekapoo:

Never heard of it.

Janna:

Then follow me, Flaming Lips...

Hekapoo:

Mmmm, now we were supposed to be looking for Marco, but… yeah, why not?

[Cut to Janna and Hekapoo playing “shooting ducks”]

Hekapoo:

[shooting at some ducks] I got them...

Janna:

Wow, not bad for a first timer. What’s your secret?

Hekapoo:

Well, I may be not familiar with this game, but we do have target practice on Mewni. It’s part of our job.

Janna:

[shooting ducks] So, you don’t use magic for those kind of things?

Hekapoo:

[sigh] Here we go again: Humans assuming that just because we use magic on Mewni, our lives are somehow less complicated than theirs. Look, it doesn’t work like that, okay?

Janna:

Well, you tell me... The only knowledge I have about the topic comes from Star and her magic wand.

Hekapoo:

Star is a princess, which means she has the privilege to use magic in a less restrictive way, but for entities like me, magic is more of a device we use to facilitate our jobs.

Janna:

Sounds pretty boring if you ask me...

Hekapoo:

It’s not that bad, I mean… you get used to it after a couple of centuries or so...

Janna:

Hold on: How old are you exactly?

Hekapoo:

Like 700 years more or less. I don’t know, I stopped keeping track such a long time ago...

Janna:

Oh… You look great for your age.

Hekapoo:

Thanks.

Janna:

By the way, now that we’re knowing each other a little better, I have to ask: How exactly did you and Marco meet in the first place?

Hekapoo:

It’s a bit complicated to explain, but long story short: I was looking for my dimensional scissors after Princess Pony Head took them away without permission, and when I finally track them down it just so happened that Marco had them in his possession.

Janna:

Wow, talk about bad timing...

Hekapoo:

And that’s not all: Apparently, he also was under the impression that the scissors belonged to Star, so he did everything that he could to get them back and spent 16 years doing it. Which, by the way are just a few minutes in your dimension...

Janna:

So that’s when you and Marco… you know…

Hekapoo:

Well, 16 years is a lot of time and a lot of things happened, but… yeah. And just between you and me: Those were some of the best years of my life. Finding that fleshwad was one of the greatest accidents that happened to me in a long, long time...

Janna:

Yeah, Marco is certainly one of a kind...

Hekapoo:

I mean, a guy who’s able to take care of five clones at a time? That’s not something you can forget so easily, even when you’re more than 700 years old.

Janna:

Wait a minute… did just say FIVE clones at a time?

Hekapoo:

Yep, and all without breaking a sweat...

Janna:

Is that so? [thinking to herself] I think my mind just got a great idea...Oh, Marco you’re gonna love me for this, hehehe...

Hekapoo:

Okay, this was fun and all, but I think we should keep with our search...

Janna:

Yeah, about that: After a thoughtful consideration, I think I might have found the perfect solution to our little dilemma with Marco...

Hekapoo:

[raising an eyebrow] Keep talking...

[Cut to Star and Jackie returning to the meeting point along with Janna and Hekapoo]

Jackie:

So, did you found something that can lead us to Marco?

Janna:

Not exactly, but Hekapoo and I’ve been talking for a while and… We want to make you an offer to settle down our main problem...

Hekapoo:

Something like: A permanent solution if you prefer...

[Star and Jackie look at each other]

Star & Jackie:

We’re listening...

[Cut to Marco carrying a bunch of junk food while Jeremy walks right next to him whistling happily]

Jeremy:

Come on, hurry up barf bag. We still have a lot of work to do...

Marco:

[getting angry] I’ve had ENOUGH OF THIS!!! [he throws the food to the floor]

Jeremy:

What are you doing you retard?!!! I was about to eat that...

Marco:

[taking off the disguise] I’m so sick of you and your smug, cocky, arrogant and overall demeaning attitude. You think you’re SO clever and SO mature for your age when in reality you’re nothing but a hollow, self absorbed, worthless scumbag that stomps on everything that’s pure and decent because nobody, and I mean NOBODY likes you... And you know what? You may take my red belt, my certificate and even MY FREAKIN’ SOUL for all I care, but it’s not gonna change the fact that you’re a total loser, a waste of human life, a leech that depends on its parents money to survive... because in the grand scheme of things Jeremy, you’re part of the problem and I’m not gonna waste my time with you any longer, you hear me? So do me a favour and take all your money and all your worthless privilege and GO. F***. YOURSELF!!! [spits at the floor] God, you’re pathetic.

Star:

[o.s] Marco?

[Marco turns around and sees Star, Jackie, Janna and Hekapoo right behind him]

Marco:

[getting nervous] Uhm, girls, what a nice surprise...

Jeremy:

Good luck getting your butt kicked by your girlfriends, loser...

[Jeremy leaves the scene while laughing hysterically]

Marco:

Okay, listen up… I have an explanation for for all of this, ehm… [he checks his pockets to find the scissors] where did I put them?

Janna:

[holding Marco’s scissors] Oh, were you looking for these?

Marco:

Oh, crap...

Hekapoo:

I’ll keep the scissors for now on... [Janna gives them to her] Thank you.

Janna:

[crossing her arms] So, what do you have to say in your defense?

[Marco quickly gets on his knees to beg mercy while the girls just look at each other in confusion]

Marco:

[crying] I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt anyone. I know what I did was inexcusable and you have all the right to be mad at me, but please… this whole evening has been the most painful, cringe inducing experience of my life and I just can't take any more punishment… please, don’t hurt me.

Star:

[crossing her arms] Hurt you? Oh no, Marco Diaz. We have a much better idea.

[Cut to Mewni’s castle. Hekapoo opens a portal in the middle of a hallway and Marco and the girls come out of it. They walk by and come across a giant grey wall]

Hekapoo:

It’s all yours Princess Butterfly...

Star:

I hope this works... [raises her wand] Vulgo Apertis Ianus!!!

[A giant wooden door appears on the wall, so they open it and walk through a long narrow hallway lightened by torches]

Marco:

[thinking to himself] Well, this is it. The end of the line for me. Goodbye world, it was nice to meet you. Mother, Father: I hope one day you’ll understand and forgive me for what I...

Star:

Well, here we are.

[At the end of the hallway, they come across a giant door. Star opens it and they get inside a giant room with a pool sized bathtub some pillars around it and harp music to set the mood]

Marco:

Star, what is this place?

Star:

[closing the door] My parents private bathroom. This is where they come when they want to be alone and forget about their royal duties for a moment.

Hekapoo:

Also, it’s one of the few places inside the castle that can’t be reached using dimensional scissors, so it’s safe to assume that no one will interrupt us...

Marco:

But… I thought you were mad at me for what I did.

Jackie:

Although we’re still a bit upset for the way you handled the situation...

Janna:

We talked about it came to the conclusion that... punish you it’s not exactly the best solution.

[They all stripped down to nothing but their underwear as they speak. Marco blushes and feels his heart beating faster as a result]

Hekapoo:

Besides: We assume that part of this problem was our fault too. We got too competitive with each other and put you on a very difficult situation.

Star:

So bottom line: We’ll allow you to keep things the way they are...

Everyone:

If you can take care or all of us.

Hekapoo:

So what do you say fleshwad? Will you accept the challenge?

[Marco closes his eyes and takes a deep breath]

Marco:

Alright, let’s do this.

MARCO VS. THE FORCES OF LOVE - EPISODE 5: CARNIVAL

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Welcome to Magix

Thanks for sticking around to see what happens next! In case you were wondering, I don’t work for Rainbow and I don’t own anything.

Bloom made a new friend Stella, the Witch of the Sun, Moon, and Stars, when she defended her from an ogre, and discovered that she has magic powers as well. Now she is headed for the Magical Dimensions to attend school to learn to control her powers.

“This is… amazing!” Bloom’s parents marveled as they took in the scene around them.

�� Stella smiled. “It’s a wonderful place, really. Our school, Cloud Tower, is in the mountains, where it’s well-protected with natural defenses. The city in the distance is the capital Magix, and the fortress over there is Red Fountain, a military school for boys. In the forest that way is Alfea, my school’s rival.”

Her father looked around with a raised eyebrow. “It seems quite peaceful for being so near a city. This place is a safe place, then?”

“Of course,” Stella said. “The people of the magical dimensions respect the power of nature, and because this entire dimension is the capital, and because of the presence of a military school, the security is top notch.”

“Excellent,” said her father. “I approve.”

“You’ll come home during all vacations?” her mother asked as she hugged Bloom close and kissed her.

“Of course,” Bloom promised. “I’ll call you whenever I can, okay?”

“Good,” her mother said, looking teary-eyed.

“Take care of my little baby Kiko, okay?” Bloom asked. “Give him lots of carrots for me and tell him I love him.”

“We’ll be sure to spoil him and let him out of his cage to play every night!” her father promised.

“Work hard, sweetheart, okay? And never forget that we’re always here for you,” her mother said. “Oh, this is so hard; I didn’t think I’d have to do this for another two years when she would go off to college!”

“Don’t you worry about a thing,” Stella told them. “Now let’s get you two safely back home.” She waved her scepter.

“I love you guys!” Bloom called out as her parents disappeared back to Earth.

“Are you ready, Bloom?” Stella asked. “You know if you come with me, you’ll become part of this world, and your life will never be the same again. People in these worlds will look at you and see that you’re a witch and assume things about you, no matter what kind of person you are.”

“Then that’s all the more reason to stay,” Bloom said firmly. “In my country, it took years of fighting to even start legislating against racism. It’s been about forty years, and we still have a lot of work to do, but if no one had stood up in the first place and fought for change, nothing would have happened. If I have to be the one to start the fight, then I will.”

Stella gave her a look that Bloom read as both proud, inspired, and sad. “I knew I had a good feeling about you,” she said. “Well, come on. Let’s go. We’ve got a good walk ahead of us.”

Stella had not been joking. Bloom realized that they literally had to walk up the mountain road, which no city shuttles traversed and no magic could pass without invitation. “It’s a safety precaution,” Stella said. “Witches don’t have a good reputation, and since some fairies can teleport, this is a way to protect the school. When you learn how to fly, we can do that and save our legs, but for now, we walk.”

“What’s so different about fairies and witches?” Bloom asked as they travelled on.

“Fairies are Light and witches are Dark,” Stella said. “Fairies gain power by earning new transformations, while witches gain power by pure, hard work.”

“But you mentioned that a person can tell by looking at you. How?” Bloom asked.

“Because fairies use wings to fly, their bodies need to be aerodynamic,” Stella said. “Science says that the fairy supergene includes a gene that controls body type. It makes any fairy super skinny and light so that her wings can carry her, which is why it evolved to become a permanent fixture. Witches, however, don’t need that because we don’t need wings to fly. So, if you do magic and aren’t super skinny, people will automatically and usually accurately assume you’re a witch.”

“That’s ridiculous,” Bloom said.

“It’s actually a pretty good indicator,” Stella said. “I have to tell you, though, since witches don’t have transformations like fairies do, we can use magic anytime, anywhere. Fairies, on the other hand, have only a fraction of the power untransformed as they transformed. We’ve definitely got the advantage there.”

Bloom frowned. “Then what’s you’re battle outfit?” she asked.

Stella sighed. “So, my mom’s a fairy, and she really wanted me to be a fairy, but I was born a witch and there was nothing she could do about it. I tried to be as fairy-like as possible because I know how it works in your world, but here appearance matters a lot. I learned how to pseudo-transform myself last year because it let me fit in with the fairies, and I’ve got their body type because I exercise a lot and watch my diet.”

Bloom was horrified. “That’s awful!” she exclaimed. “Are you going to stop now that you’re at this other school?”

“Probably not,” Stella said. “This upkeeping of appearances has been a part of me for so long that it seems silly to change now.”

“How did witches get such a bad reputation?” Bloom asked. “Can boys be witches or fairies? How did things become this way?”

Stella shrugged. “History happened. See, there were these ultra-evil, ultra-powerful witches who called themselves the Ancestral Witches, and they wreaked havoc everywhere. They even destroyed an entire dimension! The Company of Light, which was mostly comprised of Light users, fought back, and while we’re not too clear on what happened, since the ones who appear to have stopped them never came back, we know that their activities ceased.”

“Sounds comforting,” Bloom commented.

“Anyway, that whole event was pretty damning for witches everywhere,” Stella said. “The Ancestral Witches claimed that they were the mothers of all witches, and while that’s impossible, every witch became associated with them because of their words. And so, the world is as it is today, all because of something that happened fifteen years ago.”

“It was only fifteen years ago?” Bloom asked, astounded.

“Yeah,” said Stella. “I was only two then. But if you’re talking about the prejudice against witches in general, it’s been around for ages, but it only got really bad after the Ancestral Witches’ attacks.”

“Now, where do boys fit in this mix?” Bloom asked. “I noticed that there’s no wizard school around here.”

“Boys are wizards, and their powers are neutral,” Stella said. “If I’m remembering science correctly, it’s got something to do with magic being X-linked. Anyway, because they only get one magic gene, they just have magic and aren’t strongly aligned to Dark or Light. Basically, they get to choose which they use.”

“And what decides fairy versus witch?” Bloom asked.

“…Biology?” Stella sounded unsure of herself. “I know I learned at some point that if you’re a girl, you need two magic genes, but no one’s really sure what chooses your core’s alignment. So my mom, who’s a fairy, can give birth to me, a witch. Basically, it’s weird.”

“Sounds like it,” said Bloom.

The pair rounded a bend, revealing a massive castle with a long, winding walkway up to the main gate. Stella groaned. “We’re so close! Come on, Bloom.”

“This is incredible!” Bloom exclaimed as she observed the purple-grey stone that made up the castle’s main architecture. “It’s like something out of my fantasy books!”

“It’s definitely a change from Alfea,” Stella said. “There, the incredible amount of Light magic has bleached the stone pinkish. I wouldn’t be surprised if there’s a similar story here.”

By the time the pair had reached the main gates of Cloud Tower, Bloom was exhausted. “Wow, and I thought I was in decent shape, too!” she exclaimed as she wiped the sweat from her brow. “You’re not even winded?” she asked, looking at Stella.

“I have to maintain my physique somehow,” Stella said airily. “Running is an easy way to do that, and it builds endurance too. Plus, the outfits can be super cute!” Bloom looked at her, confused, wondering where the girl who had just so easily discussed both history and a little science with her had gone. Catching her glance, Stella winked. “Gotta keep appearances and do what people expect, you know.”

Stella brought Bloom to check in to the school. The girl who ran the check-in table was an upperclassman who looked suspiciously at Stella and her smiling, well-made-up face. “Princess Stella of Solaria, huh? Here’s your key,” she said, eyeing her as she handed her the little envelope.

“Thanks a lot!” Stella chirped. “Say, who can I talk to about a last-minute enrollment? I became this girl’s patron yesterday, and it turns out she’s got magic too!”

“You’ll probably want to talk to Headmistress Griffin,” the witch said. “I’m just a volunteer and that sort of stuff is above my nonexistent pay.”

“Thanks so much!” Stella said. “Which way to her office?” The witch pointed. “Come on, Bloom.” Stella led her off, with a bounce somehow in her step.

“Are you sure they’ll let me in this easily?” Bloom asked Stella as the older girl knocked on the door.

“Where there’s money, there’s a way,” Stella said with confidence.

“Come in,” the headmistress said through the door.

Stella let herself and Bloom in. “Hi there, I’ve recently become the patron of this girl, and I was wondering if I could enroll her.”

“Princess Stella of Solaria, hm?” The headmistress, an older-looking, elegant woman, peered at her. “Who’s the girl?”

“Her name is Bloom, and she’s from a primitive, uncharted dimension called ‘Earth’,” Stella said.

“Earth?” The headmistress became fully attentive. “Interesting, very interesting.”

“How so?” Bloom asked.

“Magic has slowly been disappearing from your ‘Earth’, such that your people pretend that it never existed,” the headmistress said. “The magical peoples were hunted, and those who didn’t go into hiding willfully forgot their power. Recently, the surviving primal fairies, some of your dimension’s last magical vestiges, have vanished. At any rate, your appearance is most intriguing, so you can stay.”

Stella grinned. “I’ll write the check,” she said.

“I’ll consider her on a fifty-percent merit-based scholarship,” the headmistress said. “Depending on her performance in this school, I’ll adjust the numbers accordingly.”

Stella scribbled in her checkbook and handed the slip of paper to the headmistress. “Here you are, Ms. Griffin!” she said cheerily. The headmistress plucked the check from Stella’s hand, inspected it, and then tucked it away in her desk. “Your client will room with you.” Then she sat turned back to whatever she had been doing before the two of them had arrived, paying them no heed. Bloom guessed that her loss of interest in them meant that it was time to leave, so she began to move for the door. Stella noticed and took her wrist, bounding out the door with her in tow.

“I can’t believe she let me in!” Bloom exclaimed.

“Of course she let you in,” Stella said as she navigated the winding halls of Cloud Tower. “I’m your patron, and I offered to pay full tuition for you. Let me tell you, a witches’ school is always in need of funds. It’s the fact that she let you in on merit scholarship that gets me.”

Bloom glanced around the very similar-looking halls. “Stella, do you know where you’re going?”

“No,” Stella admitted. “But our room is 14L, so we’re probably on the fourteenth floor.”

“That’s a lot of stairs,” Bloom commented.

“Yeah, well, it’s called Cloud Tower for a reason,” Stella said. “I’ll teach you how to fly, and then things will be easier.”

After climbing the obnoxious number of stairs, Bloom was exhausted. “I wanna nap,” she said as Stella unlocked their door. “All that walking – first the mountains, then the ramp, then the tower…”

“You didn’t fly?” Bloom turned and saw a girl about an inch or so taller than her and cropped, vibrant pink hair poking her head out of room 14J. She was giving her a look that was more curious than confused, incredulous, or condescending.

“I don’t know how to yet,” Bloom said.

“But it’s so… basic!” the pink-haired girl said, her tone expressing clear disbelief.

Stella pushed open the door and then turned to greet the other girl. “I know, but highly educated girls such as ourselves cannot compare ourselves to those who aren’t,” she said in an uppity manner. “I’m Princess Stella of Solaria. And you are?”

“Tecna,” the pink-haired girl said. “Tecna from Zenith. I’ve heard of you. You’re the one who pretended to be a fairy.”

Stella betrayed no reaction. “That’s right,” she said.

“Oh, get back in here and leave her highnessness alone,” came a voice from inside 14J.

“Every book I’ve read on social etiquette clearly states that one should greet newcomers,” Tecna said over her shoulder.

“Yeah?” A short, thin girl wearing her dark blue hair a practical, high ponytail that had many stray, short hairs framing her face came to the door, and she eyed Stella with distaste. “Royalty like her don’t have time for us normal folks.”

Bloom bristled at the girl’s unnecessary rudeness. “You’d help your case if you’d act civil regardless of who she is,” she said.

The small girl raised a dark eyebrow. “And you are?”

“I’m a random person from an uncharted dimension that the princess you were so quick to judge took under her wing,” Bloom said.

The dark-haired girl was not convinced. “There’s an ulterior motive for certain.”

“You’re right,” said Stella. “It’s called paying a life-debt.”

“A life-debt?” Tecna asked, bored aqua eyes suddenly brightening. “This has potential to be exciting. What happened?”

“Oh, don’t encourage her,” the dark-haired girl groaned. “Spoiled princesses love to hear themselves talk.”

“And how many of them do you know?” Bloom asked the girl.

Tecna immediately answered for her roommate. “Judging by her ideological stance, Musa is non-royal, which means her contact with royalty is limited to television and other social media and news outlets. Her speech patterns and clothing choice indicate living in low-income areas of cities, which means she likely only heard the gossip off the street or caught a glimpse of the inaccurate entertainment tabloids. So, my conclusion is none.”

“Then you can make no judgement,” Bloom told the girl, Musa. Taking a mental deep breath to sooth her irritation, she smiled and offered her friendship. “Let’s pretend this exchange didn’t happen and start over, okay? I’m Bloom, and I’m from an apparently primitive dimension called ‘Earth’. I discovered that I’m a witch less than twelve hours ago.”

When Musa hesitated to offer anything, Stella introduced herself. “I’m Stella, and I’ve lived my life trying to fit in with the Realm of Light and make myself a fairy. It was only at the end of last semester that I was forced to come to terms with what I really am. Less than twelve hours ago, Bloom saved me from an ogre.”

“I’m Musa,” Musa said grudgingly. “I’m from Melody, but I’ve been moving around since my dad and I had a falling out, and I’ve been trying to make it in the music industry. Tecna somehow knew that I’ve been living in shakier neighborhoods, so I guess you should know that no lock is safe from me, and stuff like that.”

“If I need a pickpocket, you’ll be the first I ask,” Bloom said, trying to break the ice. Then she turned to Tecna.

“Didn’t I already say my name?” Tecna asked, sounding like she was puzzling over some peculiar logic problem.

“Is there anything else you want to say about yourself?” Bloom prompted.

“I often get bored and do experiments,” Tecna said.

Musa cocked her head suddenly. “Someone’s coming up the stairs,” she said.

“I don’t hear anything,” Tecna said, turning her head to listen.

“I’m the Witch of Music,” Musa said. “Soundwaves are my territory. I can sense the vibrations through the floor.”

“I guess we can hold the rest of the introductions for when the new girl puts her things down, then,” Stella said. “Come on, Bloom. Let’s dump our suitcases in the room.”

Bloom was surprised by the size of the dorm room. “How…?” she began.

“Distortion of space,” came Tecna’s voice from outside the open door.

“At Alfea, we had smaller rooms, but a furnished common room,” Stella commented as she took in their living space for the year. “The spaciousness of the room must be an exchange for the separateness of the suite’s dorm rooms.”

“You can distort space and live in it?” Bloom asked, oblivious in her awe.

“It’s magically stabilized, of course,” Tecna said, watching her from the door with interest.

“What are you doing in their room?” Musa shouted from across the hall.

“She’s so clueless!” Tecna called back. “It’s entertaining.” Bloom raised an eyebrow but said nothing.

Stella flopped down onto the bed nearest to the window. “I hope you don’t mind if I claim this one,” she said to Bloom. “The school’s wards hardly let any sunlight through, and I want to soak up as much as I can. It’s a Solarian thing.”

“No problem,” Bloom said as she shoved her luggage over to the bed up against the wall. “Corners are coziest.”

“If you say so,” Stella said as she kicked her legs around in the air, shaking out the strain of walking in heels.

“The last girl’s here,” Tecna said, turning from watching Bloom to scan the newcomer. As Bloom went to the door, she saw that the girl was around two or so inches taller than Musa, and that she had tan skin and caramel hair that she had braided back, except for her bangs, which framed her full, round face. Everything about her, from the way she dressed to the way she carried herself, screamed delicate and innocent, and Bloom felt a pang of sadness when she realized that this girl, like most other witches, had probably faced prejudice for being born who she was.

“Hello,” the girl said with a small, shy smile, and Bloom felt a sudden urge to pinch her cheeks. “I’m Flora.”

Stella, full of exuberance, pushed past both Bloom and Tecna, grinning broadly. “I’m Stella, Witch of the Sun, Moon, and Stars!”

“I’m Bloom,” Bloom said as she poked her head out from behind her. “I don’t know my power’s specifics, but I can do fiery stuff.”

“I’m Tecna, Witch of Technology,” Tecna said, stiffly holding out a hand, as if she knew she was supposed to, but did not know why.

Musa leaned against her own doorway. “Musa, Witch of Music.”

“It’s nice to meet you all,” Flora said. “I’m the Witch of Nature.”

Tecna immediately perked up, stepping into the hall with excitement. “Have you tested your range? What’s your default? Can you control the four divisions? Does nature extend to fire? Weather? Animals? Humans?”

“Er…” Flora hesitated as she set down her suitcase and fumbled with her keys. “I’m from Linphea, so I’ve mostly worked with plants,” she said. “They’re my default. Theoretically, I can control water and air as well, but I’m not sure about fire. I haven’t tried controlling animals, let alone humans.”

“You have a sister,” Tecna said, looking Flora and her things over. “A fairy?”

“Yes, how did you know?” Flora asked.

“The charm on your bag – everything about you is earthy, but that charm sparkles. It may as well be shouting ‘fairy’,” Tecna said. “She’s the one who made you come here, and she gave it to you as a good luck charm.”

The four other girls stared at Tecna. “Where do you get this information?” Musa asked.

“Her phone briefly lit up,” Tecna said. “I saw the messages.”

“That quickly?” Stella asked, surprised.

“Speed-reading in every direction is a habit I developed,” Tecna said. “I was bored and there was nothing else to do.”

“So, we’ve got a street-smart cynic, a princess whose pocketbook can get her out of most places, and a budding detective,” Bloom said. Turning to Flora, she quipped, “I guess we two normal girls are going to have to stick together!”

Flora giggled lightly. “If you can count a nature-lover who brought all her plants with her to school as normal,” she said with a smile.

“Comparatively normal,” Bloom amended.

“You’re not completely normal yourself, Miss I-come-from-an-uncharted-dimension-that’s-not-supposed-to-have-magic,” Stella reminded her.

Flora stepped into her room to set her bags down, and Tecna glanced at her wristwatch. “There are still several hours before the school’s official orientation and welcome dinner,” she commented.

“Well, good, because I’m positively famished,” Stella said. “I say we head downtown to grab a quick bite to eat so we don’t die of starvation.”

“A person doesn’t die of starvation in the span of a few hours,” Tecna said. “The approximate rule is ‘three minutes without air, three days without water, three weeks without food’.”

“It’s an expression,” Musa said.

“Oh, another one of those idiom things?” Tecna asked. “Curious. I didn’t think death was something general society joked about so flippantly.”

Bloom quickly changed the subject. “Food sounds great,” she said. “You’re the one who’s been here before. Lead the way, Stella.”

It turned out that Flora could not fly either, so Stella led the five of them down the mountain on foot to the nearest shuttle station, which took them to the heart of the city. She brought them to a lakeside restaurant called The White Horse, and they enjoyed their first meal together. While they were waiting for the bill (Stella had generously offered to pay for everyone), Bloom flipped open her phone to call her parents. She tried several times, but realized that she had no signal.

“Where in the realms did you get that piece of prehistoric technology?” Tecna asked.

“My primitive, prehistoric dimension,” Bloom said with a sigh. “Is there any way I can reach my parents?”

“You can use a payphone,” Musa said. “Those are programmed to reach all dimensions, so you could probably hit your home dimension as well.”

“Give that thing to me,” Tecna said, reaching for Bloom’s phone without waiting for an answer. “I’m always looking for a new project. Updating your archaic machine would be a quick one.”

“Sure, thanks,” Bloom said, handing the phone to her.

“Here, have some change,” Stella said. “Don’t look at me like that, I’m your patron, Bloom. I take care of your needs.”

“Thanks so much,” Bloom said as she took the coins. “I’ll be right back.”

She spotted a telephone booth a few streets down. Heading over, she pushed the coins into the machine and dialed her house phone. Within a few rings, her mother picked up. “Hello, Vanessa speaking. What can I do for you?”

“Hi, Mom, it’s me, Bloom,” Bloom said.

She heard her mother’s exclamation of delight. “Sweetheart! How is everything? Are you settling in alright?”

“Yup,” Bloom said happily. “It’s wonderful! Everything’s taken care of. I’m staying with Stella and three other girls in a suite, which is nice. The rooms are great, and so’s the city. We’re all eating out right now.”

“That sounds like fun,” her mother said. “Do you know when your classes start?”

“Tomorrow, I think,” Bloom said. “We have an orientation later tonight.”

“Alright, then I’d better let you rest up,” her mother said with a laugh. “Keep your dad and I posted, okay?”

“I promise,” Bloom said. As her mother told her she would pass on her love to her father, something yellow in her peripheral vision caught her attention. Bloom realized that she might be being paranoid after being attacked by a large, yellow ogre, but allowed herself to look all the same. It turned out that she was not being paranoid. “Okay, I love you! Talk to you soon!” Bloom said, forcing herself not to sound stressed as she hung up.

She followed the ogre, hoping that they were a common sight in the magical dimensions. To her dismay, the ogre subtly edged closer to the White Horse, eying her new friends. Closer inspection revealed that it looked a little beat up. The chances that it was a coincidence were too slim for Bloom’s liking. It only stayed briefly, and then Bloom followed it away to an alleyway, where it approached three beautiful girls. They were tall, thin, and dressed stylishly, though their personal styles were quite different. There was a girl with a long ponytail whose hair was white as snow and shiny as fresh ice and whose clothes were sharp and preppy, a girl with glasses whose luscious brown hair was wrapped up in a French twist and whose clothes made her appear to be the most fashionable hipster-nerd Bloom had ever seen, and there was a girl whose textured dark blue-purple-gray hair had been tamed into a short braid and whose clothes read ‘sweet’ while her eyes read ‘dangerous.’ Bloom did not think any of them, not even the one with the braid, would stand a chance against the ogre. But then she remembered the Stella had told her that thin girls like them were fairies, and so she waited to see what would happen.

“Well, Knut?” the girl with white hair asked impatiently, her voice clear like a singer’s. “You called to meet us in a very public place, and you know that those of our status cannot be seen with the likes of you. This had better be important.”

“The girl whose scepter you want, she’s here!” the ogre, Knut, told them. “They’re in some restaurant near the lake.” The girl with glasses sighed and motioned for Knut to come to them. The ogre lumbered forward, briefly obscuring Bloom’s view. Then a powerful wind blew up from behind, knocking over the trashcans that hid Bloom.

“Well, well, well, what have we here?” the girl with the braid asked, waving her hand to make the wind stop.

“You’re a witch?” Bloom asked, confused.

“Ha, of course not!” the girl said haughtily. “I’m the Fairy of Weather, one of the best. I don’t need to transform to do something as trivial as this.”

“Trivial, huh?” Bloom asked nervously.

“So, are you one of our fans?” the white-haired girl asked. “You didn’t know who our little sister was, so I doubt it. What is it, then? Eavesdropping isn’t polite, you know.”

“I, uh, saw the ogre,” Bloom said. “I followed it, and saw you guys, and was worried that you might have to fight it.”

“Cute, but we both know that’s not true,” the girl with glasses said. “If you followed this careless creature here, then you’ve seen a lot more than that. What do you say, sisters?”

“The weather is so fickle,” the girl with the braid said. “It’d be a pity if a poor little girl got caught out in a lightning storm. A terrible thing, really. Not a trace of her left since she got fried.”

“Give me until sundown and I can arrange that,” the girl with glasses said.

“I’ll hold her until then,” the white-haired girl said as Bloom started to back away slowly.

There was a flash of light, and Bloom found herself blocked by a wall of ice. Recognizing a lost cause when she was in one, she said, “Hey, uh, I can just leave and pretend none of this ever happened. Hopefully we’ll never see each other again. You know, I’m just one girl in this entire city of Magix, right?”

“You see, that’s the problem,” said the girl with glasses as ice began to creep up Bloom’s legs. “Every girl in Magix knows who we are, but you don’t. That’s suspicious. So, you must be someone from another dimension who wants to sabotage the most powerful fairies in all the dimensions by ruining their image in the media by fabricating their meeting with a dark creature.”

“You have to realize that even if you did, you would have to be desperate to try something like that,” the white-haired girl continued as the ice continued to crawl up Bloom’s body, immobilizing her. “No one would believe that the model fairies would do that. So, your efforts are fruitless.”

“But, all the same, we have to make you disappear,” the girl with the braid said. “No hard feelings, right? Here’s to hoping no one misses you!”

“You hoped wrong!” Bloom’s eyes widened at Stella’s voice.

“Princess Stella of Solaria,” said the white-haired girl. “I didn’t see you back at Alfea. I suppose it took you long enough to realize that even if a witch wants to be a fairy and shun the Dark, she’ll never be able to do it. You’re simply born wrong.”

“Say what you want about me, Icy,” Stella said. “I was raised properly; I can take the slander of jealous commoners like you. But you are to leave my client alone, do you understand me?”

The white-haired girl, Icy, scoffed. “This is ridiculous. We’re so above you that we could make you disappear as well, and the worlds wouldn’t bat an eyelash. Knut, take them.”

The ogre charged at them, and Stella, Musa, and Flora scattered. “Tecna, move!” Musa yelled from somewhere behind Bloom.

“One ogre, on the heavy side, slow and lumbering,” Tecna said as she watched Knut running straight for her. “This should do it. Static sphere!” She snapped her fingers, and an electric green net scooped the ogre up off the ground.

Musa groaned. “Of course, you just have to be insufferable even in a fight,” she complained. “Treble burst!” A painfully high-pitched shrill ripped through the air, past Bloom and straight through Knut’s head toward the three girls in the back of the alley. The ogre groaned and shook his head like he was trying to scare off an annoying fly.

“I’ll finish this,” Stella said, gathering energy in her hands. “By the power of the deities of Solaria, in the name of the Moon of Justice – moonlight mandalas!” A flurry of silver rings burst from the silver glow in Stella’s hands, sending Knut flying. “I always knew there was something off about you three,” she declared. “It had to be a crafted image; only idols are so effortlessly perfect, and that’s because they’re fake! And now I have my proof.”

“That’s what you think,” Icy said, smiling. “No one will believe you. You’re the one who faked being a fairy in the public eye for an entire school year.”

“The sun has set,” the girl with glasses said. “I’m ready.”

“Then hit them!” the girl the braid exclaimed impatiently. “I want to go home and redo my nails.”

“Shadows of night,” the girl with glasses said, and waves of darkness rolled from her hands.

“Incoming: curious hybrid of Light power and night energy,” Tecna said. “Proposed solution: firewall.” The three mobile girls darted behind her and her shield.

“We need to get Bloom out of there,” Musa said. “She’s completely in the line of fire!”

“I’ve got a diversion,” Flora said. “Layers of nature, rise. Dust cloud!” She blew gently into the alley, and any particle of dust or dirt that had settled there rose up into the air. Musa took advantage of the visual cover to press a hand against the ice that had trapped Bloom and send a pulse of vibrations through it, making it shatter.

“Thanks, Musa,” Bloom said as she stumbled behind Tecna’s shield.

“Don’t be stupid like this again and we’ll forget all about it,” Musa said gruffly, not looking at her.

“Oh, this is ridiculous,” the girl with the braid said. “Southern wind!” A burst of hot wind sent the dust back at Bloom and her friends. “Blade of the sky!” A blast of lightning ripped through the air, striking Tecna’s shield, overpowering it and sending them sprawling backwards.

“Let’s finish this, sisters,” Icy said.

Together, the three girls chanted, “By the power invested in me, by the sign of three, give me the power of a fairy!” As Bloom and the others recovered, light engulfed the three.

“Quick, over here,” Stella hissed. “While they’re transforming.” She slipped off her ring, turned it into her scepter, and slammed the bottom into the ground. The world around them blurred and vanished.

When things came back into focus, Bloom realized that they were back in the mountains outside Cloud Tower. Tecna glanced at her watch. “It’s about time we were heading back anyway,” she commented. “Orientation starts soon.”

“We’d better fly, then,” said Musa.

“What about Bloom and Flora?” Stella asked as she eased Bloom’s shivering with a silent sun spell.

“Don’t worry about us,” Flora said. “I happen to have a buoyancy potion on me. We can just take a sip of that, and you three and drag us along.”

“What a curious thing to have on your person,” Tecna commented.

“You’re not allowed to have opinions about what’s weird and what’s not,” Musa said as Flora handed Bloom a small vial.

“Why’s that?” Tecna asked, but Bloom did not hear the rest of the conversation because the two of them took off flying.

The five of them arrived back in the school precisely two minutes and thirty-nine seconds before their orientation was due to start, as Tecna so graciously informed them. Bloom had a difficult time concentrating as the headmistress and staff stood before the entire school and welcomed them to the new year, warning them to mind their own business and keep to themselves if they wanted to avoid trouble. “That was a very friendly and warm introduction,” Bloom remarked as they climbed the stairs back to their suite.

“They’re telling it how it is,” Musa said. “The world isn’t good to witches, and there’s nothing they can do about it.”

“They can say whatever they want,” Stella said dramatically. “There’s no way they’re stopping me from getting a little sun in Magix City!”

“Stella, you knew those fairies back there?” Flora asked hesitantly.

“Yeah, that’s right,” Stella said. “They’re a year older than me, so they’re two years older than you guys. They’re some of the most powerful Alfea has ever seen – there’s Icy, the Fairy of Winter, Darcy, the Fairy of Night, and Stormy, the Fairy of Weather.”

“They said they’re sisters,” Bloom remembered.

“Not by blood or living,” Tecna said. “Their coloring is completely different, as are their mannerisms. Nothing about them hints that they lived together for any long period of time.”

“You’re right,” said Stella. “They just call themselves that. Most people refer to them as the Trio, and anyone who knows anything about them adores them. They’re powerful and they present as perfect role models – good grades, lots of friends, and great personalities. In that entire school, I was the only one who thought there was something a little strange about how flawless they were, and now I have confirmation. They’re completely fake!”

“They call themselves the Trio?” Musa scoffed. “How creative.”

“It’s certainly descriptive,” Tecna said.

“Then what are we? The Quintet?” Musa asked with a laugh.

“Also accurate,” Tecna agreed.

Stella shook her head. “That’s too similar to them,” she said. “Let’s be unique.”

“What do we all have in common?” Flora asked.

“We’re witches,” Tecna said.

“Let’s steer clear of anything having to do with that,” Musa said. “People have enough problems with witches without knowing who they are.”

Bloom thought. “We could be subtle about it,” she suggested. “What if we called ourselves ‘Wings,’ but make a pun out of it?”

“How so?” asked Flora.

“Well, we actually don’t have wings,” Bloom said. “So, what if we called ourselves ‘Wings’ with an ‘X’? Like, W-I-N-X. We’re wingless. And it’s not completely obvious because it could also be a stylized way of writing ‘wings’.”

“That’s clever,” Stella said at the same time as Tecna said, “The idea has merit.”

“It’s cute,” Flora said with a smile.

Musa shrugged. “I could go for that.”

“This is so funny,” Bloom said. “I feel like a middle-schooler again.”

“Sometimes a little something silly is all you need to feel better after a crazy day,” Flora said wisely. She opened her room. “See you guys tomorrow for class!”

“Good night,” Bloom said as Stella opened their door. Before she knew it, she was ready for bed and fast asleep.

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