#fiona felicity frizzle

[mari-bellis]

Wait. Why tf does this design of Ms. Frizzle's younger sister look like somebody's approved Long Island-sona.

She looks like she's going to take me to bible camp.

[naty-js]

Fiona Felicity Frizzle from The Magic School Bus Rides Again as Super Frizzle ~

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[sapphiresea]

get out there and explore!

[scribblescore]

Okay so I’m currently going on a rampage looking into the Family Tree of The Magic School Bus and here is what I have so far.

Valerie Felicity Frizzle

- The OG; The one we all loved.

- Big Lesbian Energy (Have you fucking seen her-)

Fiona Felicity Frizzle

- The New Teacher; shouldn’t have happened ever

- Looks like she’d be that 20 Year Old Teacher that flirts with the guy students

Katrina Eloise Murphy

- Valerie’s cousin from the Recycling Plant

- Makes a few appearances in the show. I love her.

Maven (No other name)

- Fiona’s Cousin (according to Fiona calling her ‘Cuz’ Idk maybe Fiona was just trying to be cool-)

- I stumbled across her by chance and from looks and description alone I hate her more than I hate certain relatives of mine.

If there’s any more relatives I’m not aware of, feel free to build off of this.

[empressxmachina]

Bus Down, Tatiana by Imperial-Radiance

Have yourselves a (bonus) fan-art (?) post because this was mad fun to make and I'm mad trash. While an idea like this has hovered in my head for years, I blame BigJigglyPanda for putting my whole focus on this for the last week. I envision that the Bus works like the Tardis, much bigger on the inside. We STAN Valerie Felicity Frizzle, M.S., Ed.D., Ph.D. in this house. Tati, Cody, and their team don't (yet) exist in the MSB lore, but the Frizzles do canonically! (I wanted my prompt to sound as reasonable as possible. A full version of this is something I'd probably commission someone to do, truly. It wouldn't have to be trash, just concrete.)

A tiny tale is told below, followed by links to resources for this picture!

Valerie retired to get a few degrees. Fiona, her sister, took her place. Dottie, their niece from their brother John, followed in their footsteps... and eventually had a daughter that did the same.

***

Enter Tati, a research scientist with her team, all friendly, some more than others. One of whom, Cody, had been off for a hot minute, deviating from his usual self. He gave no helpful response whenever anyone asks about his well-being, faults coming to a head one day, pressing him to leave abruptly, and then staying away. Studies on the line from his unforeseen absence, the whole team, from heads to interns, was thrown out of whack. Tati, feeling his exit was from more than just burnout, getting that vaguely confirmed from their facility’s H.R., and quite a bit closer to Cody in the group than everyone else, decided she needs to take his struggles into her own hands. However, which path to take to do so was a more challenging decision to make, so she put out an S.O.S. to the smartest people she knew.

With known intentions to return, she made a dash out of her own to get her help, catching a familiarized colleague on her way out chortling, “Say ‘Hey’ to the Prof. for me.”

Said “Hey” to the Prof. she did as Tati, for once, had a topic to raise during the family video chat, explaining her predicament and all its laced emotions. Her grandfather John, even before suggestions were made, was disapproving but not out of malice. Sharing a man’s lens, he felt this wasn’t her fight to fight. Meanwhile, his daughter and Tati’s mother, Dottie, agreed somewhat with a bright smile, but rebelling against the call’s sole man, she thought her little firecracker should still attempt to find the source concern. Dottie’s aunt Fiona and her shining necklace added to the idea, throwing out that she could get an inside look if she tried or at least a bird- or worm’ s-eye-view as it helped her young students learn. To his dismay, knowing he was being ignored and seeing a glow assembling in Tati’s eyes and her ring, John tossed the mic to the matriarch of the family, the busiest bee of them all with alphabets and accolades attached to name to prove it.

Valerie, breaking from her own lab notes, looked to her chameleon – the reptile enamored by the glow in her caretaker’s earrings – bounced in her chair. Her hereditary coils did the same on her head, and she said with a grin, “Take chances, make mistakes, and follow your heart!”

***

Cody had been curling in his comforter in his lonesome, counting all the concerns skittering in his head as he sipped a cup of tea, when he suddenly encountered an uninvited guest. A bearded dragon of indiscernible sex climbed up on his lap, thrusting, of all things, a tablet into his face. The familiar lizard and the even more recognizable, bare torso of its caretaker on the screen raised an eyebrow. Conversations of varying comfort were had in a call. Wishes of support from his laboratorial familiars were sent his way with it. Streams of previously swallowed tea and blushes ran out his face, realizing that all of the former was dangerously close to his being, each set further into danger by the latter and his natural, sedentary actions. Cody caught and held a gulp in his throat, not wanting to disrupt the specks with pulses exploring in his drink or unintentionally send them down his gullet. Yet he felt terror and saw a flinch of some in Tati as the flow in the scarlet tunnel where she and her second headquarters of a Bus floated began to slow. ~end prompt~

Where Inside Cody Do You Think Tati Is? Also, Look at All of THIS. ~Autodesk Sketchbook (the rounds) ~lab ~network swish ~network tips ~plasma (*sips tea*) ~drank ~USFWS boat sampling ~almost invisible divers ~[pair in a boat] "Scientists collecting water samples for analysis." by USEPA Environmental-Protection-Agency, United States Environmental Protection Agency is in the Public Domain ~[trio in a boat]"Sampling (Coring in River)" by USEPA Environmental-Protection-Agency, United States Environmental Protection Agency is in the Public Domain (cast list) ~Tatiana ~Fiona, from the Netfilx sequel series ~Dottie, from only one of the books ~Valerie, the OG ~Val's signature, static hair ~Cody, not Ko, unless... ~Tati's analog of Liz that I've coined Zee (Cody's cozies) ~headboard ~tablet ~logo ~good hairday (phone call) ~bus renovation ~front cam inset ~call button ~mute button ~cam button ~ring-a-ling (bloody bg and misc.) ~glassy ~cells ~oxygen tank ~microscope ~saber ~globe ~anatomy head (bus nature) ~shark ~ceiling vines ~window flora ~tv trio ~plank strands (bus hull) ~yellow submarine ~bussy uwu ~eye lights ~rEVOLution ~misc. graffiti ~angel ~dirty ~lips circa September 2020 - yep, I put this out as soon as possible, lmao.

[peterpanswendy]

I have always wanted to meet a ghost, you know.

Fiona Felicity Frizzle, voiced by Kate McKinnon

[hereidinathoreauwrites]

Oh fantastic! What is it?

Fiona Felicity Frizzle, whenever someone says: ‘we have a problem’.

[britesparc]

Weekend Top Ten #392

Top Ten Teachers

It’s back-to-school time! Yay! This last week has seen the kids slap on their Monday best and head off to the Big House for a good day’s edumacation. And by kids I mean kids, plural, for this week – as it happens – has seen Daughter #2’s first day at school. Like, ever. A momentous occasion, indeed. She’s having a good time, she’s utterly knackered, she’s excited, she’s crabby… it’s pretty much like what happened when Daughter #1 started school three years ago.

(I think I’ll take this moment to clarify, should Daughters #1 and #2 choose to read this at some point in the distant future – assuming that the lights are still on, the internet is still working, we’re not all bathed in a radioactive glow, and we’re not ten feet underwater – that “#1” and “#2” is purely a consecutive ranking, referring only to my children in literal order of chronological sequencing; Daughter #1 came first, Daughter #2 followed a couple of years after. It should not be used to connote any kind of preferential status within my offspring. Which daughter I like the most obviously changes regularly and is based on which one is least annoying at any given point in time.)

Anyway, school! School means teachers, and so here’s a list of my favourite teachers. For the sake of, well, rules, I’ve specifically picked characters (for, obviously, they’re fictional teachers) who teach within some kind of organisational framework. They don’t have to reside within a school building, but they’re clearly tutoring someone with the specific intent of imparting wisdom. As such, teachers like Alfred Pennyworth – who taught Bruce Wayne acting and medicine, at the very least – have been discounted, as those lessons formed part of a more general instructive parenting. Unless there’s some kind of setting, code, or informal curriculum, the lines between “teacher” and “substitute parent” can get kind of blurred.

Anyway; to class!

Dr. Henry Jones, Jr (Raiders of the Lost Ark, 1981): smart, attentive, popular with the class, ridiculously good-looking, and – oh yeah – finds treasure, saves children, and punches Nazis. What’s not to love? Also wears the heck out of a fedora.

Principal Seymour Skinner (The Simpsons, from 1989): I didn’t say they had to be good teachers; Skinner is a fusspot made up of terrifying neuroses, but he’s hilarious, and the inventor steamed hams.

Yoda (The Empire Strikes Back, 1980): a 900-year-old muppet who’s spent centuries introducing generations of Jedi Younglings to the ways of the Force, he’s shown to be strict but kind, helpful but grumpy, with a naughty sense of humour. Pity about the whole “fall of the Jedi” thing.

Albus Dumbledore (Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone, J.K. Rowling, 1997): a serenely wise but secretly silly headmaster who, despite being one of the most powerful wizards in the world, uses his skills to educate the next generation. Also, in his spare time, a brilliant, cunning, and often ruthless military leader.

Jennifer Honey (Matilda, Roald Dhal, 1988): sometimes you just want a teacher who’s nice, and Miss Honey is the nicest teacher in the world (sorry, Horrid Henry’s Miss Lovely). Supremely kind with all the time in the world, she stands in contrast to the villainous and mean Miss Trunchbull.

Fiona Felicity Frizzle (The Magic School Bus Rides Again, 2017): she gets the nod over her older sister simply because I never saw the original Magic School Bus. An engaging, adventurous, mischievous presence who always presses her kids forward. It helps that she sounds just like Kate McKinnon.

Nariyoshi Miyagi (The Karate Kid, 1984): almost Yoda-like in his sageness, he’s the perfect embodiment of a teacher who tells you what you need and not what you want. He brings out the greatness in his students almost despite themselves, always believing in them. Wax off, indeed.

Dewey Finn (School of Rock, 2003): does it count if a teacher isn’t a real teacher? I say yes, because “Mr. Schneebly’s” rejection of conformity is what brings his kids out of themselves. Sarky, slobby, but with a heart of gold, he rocks our world (sorry), and risks it all for his class.

Prof. Charles Xavier (X-Men comics, from 1963): wise, resourceful, and capable of inspiring great confidence and loyalty, he is not only a teacher but a figurehead, a guide through troubled mutant adolescence. A dark past and uncertain times may lead him to make questionable decisions, but he’d die for his students. And has, in fact. More than once.

Princess Twilight Sparkle (My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, from 2010): from student to teacher, we follow Twilight’s path as she becomes the embodiment of both friendship and magic, guiding the reformation of former villains before opening up her own school. The journey of a legendary teacher, and one which – sniff! – soon comes to an end.

So there we are. I’m kinda bummed out that I never got round to re-watching Dead Poets Society (which I’m sure I saw when I was a kid), as Robin Williams always feels like he’s a loveable teacher even when he’s not playing a teacher (he excelled at warm-hearted authority figures with a troubled past). I also ummed and ahed over Master Splinter/Hamato Yoshi, as he does literally teach the Turtles ninjitsu, but he’s also kinda their dad, so in the end I discounted him with the “Alfred Pennyworth Rule”.

So there we are! Ten top teachers! And I showed my working!

[megrapotterhead]

First grade teacher here! I show my kids the new Magic School Bus videos like every day at the end of school. It’s actually two different Ms. Frizzles! The story is that the old Ms. Valerie Frizzle went back to school and got her PhD and is now a professor traveling the globe. She got her sister, Ms. Fiona Felicity Frizzle, to take over her class. Professor Frizzle (though it should be Dr.) makes a guest appearance at the end of the episodes to answer questions and give a hint about what the next episode will be about

With Kate Mckinnon voicing Ms Frizzle, imagine how upset conservatives will get when they find out a lesbian is using magic to teach kids science. It’s like their worst nightmare.

[thepeterssite]

Kate McKinnon Net Worth

Born on 6th January, 1984, Kate McKinnon is an American actor and comedian. She is recognized for portraying Dr. Jillian Holtzmann in Paul Feig’s Ghostbusters and also known as a cast member on Saturday Night Live and The Big Gay Sketch Show. Besides, she is also famous as impressionist who has imitated voices of celebrities like Justin Beiber, Ellen DeGeneres, and political figures like Hillary Clinton, Kellyvanne Conway, Elizabeth Warren, Betsy DeVos, Ruth Bader Ginsburg, and Jeff Sessions.

Kate McKinnon was born in Long Island town of Sea Cliff, New York to Laura Campbell, a parent educator and Michael Thomas Berthold, who was an architect. At the age of 18, she lost her father. She is an elder sister of Emily. In 2002, she completed her graduation from North Shore High School. She later completed degree in theatre major from Columbia University. While she was at university, she had founded a comedy group named Tea Party. She also appeared in Varsity shows; V109 “Dial D for Deadline”, V110 “Off-Broadway”, V111 “The Sounded of Muses” when she was at Columbia.

Kate, in the year 2007, made screen debut as an official cast of The Big Gay Sketch Show and remained as a cast member for three seasons. She also performed live sketch comedy at Upright Citizens Brigade Theatre since 2008. She also provided her voice for different characters in TV series like The Venture Bros., Robotomy and Ugly Americans.

In the year 2010, Kate portrayed the role of Debby in a short film titled “Mr. Ross”. The same year, she played as Angela in We Have to Stop Now’s episode “Celesbianism”, Mary in Concierge: The Series and Bethany in Vag Magazine. Later in 2011, she starred in two short movies, Elizabeth Taylor’s Video Will and Pudding Face where she played Elizabeth Taylor and Amy respectively. She had also lent her voice for different characters in Robotomy from 2010-2011, and also for Nikki and Margaret Fictel including other characters in The Venture Bros. from 2010 to 2016.

In 2012, Kate appeared as Heather and Nicky in two movies My Best Day and Hannah Has a Ho-Phase respectively which had helped her to increase her net worth. She later made her debut in one of a famous TV show, Saturday Night Live in 2012, and still can be seen in the particular show. Following the year, she lent her voice for PEZ cat in TV special of Toy Story of Terror! and also appeared as Just Jamie in Hudson Valley Ballers. In the year 2014, Kate was cast in two movies, Life Partners and Balls Out, and also appeared in an episode of Comedy Bang! Bang! titled “Nick Offerman Wears a Green Flannel Shirt & Brown Boots”.

Subsequently, Kate contributed her voice for Stella and Eva for a 3D animated comedy film The Angry Birds Movie, and for Stan’s wife in Andrew Stanton’s Finding Dory. She also portrayed Dr. Jillian Holtzmann in film Ghostbusters and appeared in other two movies Masterminds and Office Christmas Party which helped her income that contributed in her net worth. She also played different roles in TV series like The Spoils Before Dying, and Difficult People and had provided her voice for two TV series Moonbeam City and Family Guy.

Recently in 2017, Kate was seen playing Pippa in Lucia Aniello’s Rough Night and provided voice for Regine Le Haut Felicie’s mother in film Leap!. She also has appeared in other TV series, Be Cool, Scooby Doo!, Friends from College and has lent her voice for main character Fiona Felicity Frizzle in The Magic School Bus Rides Again. She also has been voicing Squeeks in Nature Cat.

Currently, Kate McKinnon has a net worth of $2.5 million US dollars which has been earned through the movies she has played and through TV series. McKinnon, however, has no any presence in any kind of social media.

Must Know Facts about Kate McKinnon

Real Name: Kathryn McKinnon Berthold Date of Birth: 6th January, 1984 Profession: Actress, Impressionist and Comedian Height: 5′ 3″

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[nerdholistic]

😍😍😍😍 "Kate McKinnon Takes the Wheel From Ms. Frizzle in The Magic School Bus Rides Again Trailer" Ms. Frizzle passes the keys over to her sister Fiona Felicity Frizzle, who's ready for lots of new educational adventures. Comes to Netflix September 22nd. http://ift.tt/2eZPK9o

[thethirtysomethingfangirl]

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[sapphiresea]

the nose thing™ continues...

[thethirtysomethingfangirl]

Kate McKinnon as Ms. Fiona Felicity Frizzle in The Magic School Bus Rides Again (2017) on Netflix

All episodes are now ready to stream on Netflix!  

[hereidinathoreauwrites]

Fiona Felicity Frizzle (or: Frizzle, the younger)

Magic School Bus Rides Again one-shot drabble: the adventures of Fiona Felicity Frizzle (travels through science and time with the new teacher)

No one ever could keep me tied down. Not that anyone had ever really tried.

If there was one thing the Frizzle family was, we were proud of our eccentricity and desire to learn. We were also special. Mom used to say we all had a little touch of magic. Nothing world-shaking or time-altering but just a sparkle that let us be extraordinary. And my sister and I seemed to have more than just your average sparkle.

Of the two of us, Val had always been the golden child. She excelled in both school and the extraordinary specialties of our name. She was smart, curious, charming, and talented, even among our family. That’s why no one raised any stink when she was gifted the keys at the tender age of 16. She was ready for them; everyone could see it.

And while I wasn’t far behind her in most things, in this, she indisputably won.

I never wanted to follow in Valerie’s footsteps. No one even expected it of me. We were free to pursue whatever we wished. She was just the perfect embodiment of a Frizzle. Everyone in our extended family looked up to her and I was just Frizzle: the younger.

All the same though, when Val was handed those keys, it awoke a deep hunger in me. Hunger for the kind of adventure only having the keys could provide. But the keys were out of reach. So I’d just have to find adventure on my own.

With that spirit, one day I just grabbed up my knapsack and took off. What can I say? I was 16, it was 1993 and I had waited long enough. The world was my oyster and I intended to know everything about it that I could. Keys or no keys, I wasn’t going to let my education suffer. Maybe I should have apologized for taking Dad’s Time-Winder but the thing was just collecting dust. Wasn’t it better if it was in use?

So my curious tinkering may have set the thing off and I ended up spending quite a long time on ancient Lesbos Island helping a wonderful young woman write some very beautiful poetry. In return, she let me study her father’s books on medicine and biology. It all worked out in the end. After a while, I was able to un-tinker what I had tinkered and the Time-Winder shot me forward to the year 2016. Deciding I should maybe leave exploring time for later, I instead set off to explore space.

After a few hitch-hikes and a brief stint as a stand-up comedian in Lithuania, my lucky break got me all the way to a place I’d always wanted to go — the steppes of Mongolia in the Altai Mountains. So in a way, it was lucky my plane crashed there. I met a fascinating young girl who taught me about how her culture has hunted with golden eagles for generations. I nearly got frostbite cantering after her on her hunt. In return, I taught her everything I knew about medicine and human biology. When I was ready, I left her family to join a caravan heading east.

From Mongolia came a rather trying time in Japan, where I struggled to master calligraphy and the lost art of the sword. After that, I crossed the Pacific in a one-woman kayak and nearly drowned just off the coast of Guam. A passing freighter offered me a ride and I happily bounced from Guam to Hawai’i to the Gulf of California.

Sometime later, I found myself wandering through the Brazilian jungle and somehow ended up being adopted by a family of golden lion tamarin monkeys. I think they wanted my necklace but didn’t know how to ask. They were a lot of fun, especially when they tried to comb my hair for me. I learned a lot about climbing from them. When I left, one of them followed me. Before long, she was sitting on my shoulder, comfortably jumping from adventure to adventure with me. I called her Goldie.

Goldie made my adventures more interesting by far. She was curious and sneaky, often getting her fingers into things people didn’t want them in. One time, I’d had to pry her away from a bakery in Germany after she’d discovered banana crème filling. I don’t think we’re welcome in that bakery anymore…

She’d also once pilfered the Hope Diamond. I don’t think anyone noticed though; I had recently perfected my espionage skills in study with the KGB and CIA (independently, of course) and those transferred rather well to breaking into the Smithsonian to restore the jewel.

Goldie eventually learned though that some times were better than others for sticking her fingers into things. It took a few years (and a lot of stern reprimands and banana crème pastries) but I eventually taught her.

If there was one thing I never did, it was settle down. There was just too much to see and learn. I had barely cracked into world languages, let alone the dead ones! My pack was always home to half a dozen books or so that I swapped out as I finished them. Reading a chapter or two of a classic before falling asleep at night was the best way to finish off a day of adventure. And long flights between new adventures were perfect for picking up phrases in other languages.

Goldie and I traversed the world, never once looking back in our endless thirst for knowledge and adventure.

At some point while rocketing down the Alps on stolen skis, I realized I had turned 33 somewhere in my wanderlust.

And for some reason, that made me more homesick than anything else. I debated going home but never made a move to. For one, I had effectively vanished for twenty-three years when I’d used the Time-Winder the first time. I’d be the wrong age if I went home. Val would be nearly twice my age now. It just seemed wrong. And I hadn’t even told my parents when I left.

I didn’t belong at home.

After that, I stopped counting my numerical age. I measured my life in adventures and I had more of those than I had years on this Earth. Besides, it was harder to keep track of one’s age when one was leaping through time constantly.

Despite the inherent danger I’d found in using the Time-Winder, it was irresistible to have that power and not use it. What was an adventure without a little risk after all?

And use it I did.

It was finicky but functional. I couldn’t choose the destination precisely but it always seemed to take Goldie and me where we needed to go.

1567 was an incredible year. Yes, I may have romanced both the captain’s wife and the captain himself aboard a trading vessel and then accidentally won a sword duel to become captain of a passing pirate schooner but life was so dull without conflict. So I may have picked those fights deliberately. Elizabeth was an incredible woman though…she didn’t even care that I was a woman.

Shame the pirates learned I was a woman as well and chased me halfway across the Caribbean before I managed to slip into Costa Rica and vanish.

Nikola Tesla was a surprising ally in my quest to explore time. He was fascinated by my Time-Winder, even though I’m not sure he completely understood what it was. I spent many months at his side, studying engineering, chemistry, and electricity alongside him. Leaving was difficult but I had to. Edison was getting suspicious and I wasn’t looking to end up in any history books.

I picked up guitar somewhere between Han dynasty China and 1980’s New York, which surprisingly opened up more doors for me than my newly-cultivated ability to speak 14 different languages (2 of which were dead languages!) fluently. Seems throughout most of history, people have had more use for music performers than they have for reliable translators. Goldie and I played our way across America and Russia during two different centuries on the pennies cast by passersby and the tips of the tipsy.

Splashing along the tide lines with Rachel Carson was a truly illuminating experience. Was there nothing that woman didn’t know about the ocean? She was an incredible friend and companion to me in the 1950s when I’d stopped to study the early days of space exploration and the rise of the environmental movement. And who better to apprentice myself to than Rachel herself? We took a great many tidepool specimens back to her study and spent many weeks identifying each one and making small sketches. I even offered my critiques on some of her writings.

But when she mentioned Val, I knew it was time to leave her. Coming so close to my sister while she was chasing her own adventure was jarring and it brought back feelings I hadn’t realized I’d buried so long ago.

I could pretend all I wanted but what I knew I craved, I couldn’t have. Without the keys, I was imprisoned in this life of wandering. The most I could hope for was a surface look at whatever phenomenon or historical event caught my eye. I was doomed to see everything through unbreakable glass.

But still, it was all I had. Val had inherited the keys. That left me with whatever I could take and whatever I could explore on my own. So I got even more daring.

Maybe Alcatraz was a step too far though...

Goldie and I were sailing down the Colorado River on a raft I’d constructed on my own sometime in 1842 when my real adventure finally began.

As I struggled to both man the tiller and the sail (Goldie scouting ahead from our mast), an anachronistic ringing sound came from my pack.

Strange…I wouldn’t have thought my phone would work in a time before it was invented…

Risking letting go of the tiller, I dug into the pocket and pulled out the ringing device.  Wow, cell reception was surprisingly strong out here.

I answered the phone with one hand. “Hello? What’s up?” The sail rope slackened and I leaned on it to rig my sail back up.

“Hello Fi!” It had been years since I’d heard that voice.

“Val!” Goldie shrieked, drawing my attention back to the river. “Can you hold on one second?” I tucked the phone between my teeth so I could hold the sail with one hand and adjust the rudder with the other. Goldie and I shot down the river, dodging nimbly between the rapids. The rope burned into my hands and I smiled around the phone in my mouth. This was just as incredible as I had imagined!

We burst out into some steady water a few seconds later and I finally released my grip on the sail.

“Sorry about that, rapids.” I continued, holding the phone to my ear again. “What can I do you for, Val?”

“I’ve got a proposition for you, dearest sister of mine.”

“Oh yeah? What?”

“How do you feel about teaching?”

“Teaching…?”

“Yes. You’d have to give up your lonely quest to explore all of time though. How does 2017 sound?”

“Does this mean…!”

“Yes Fiona. The keys are being passed. It’s your turn to inherit the Bus.”

I didn’t wait a second. Barely giving Goldie time to jump onto my shoulder, I scooped up my bag and tinkered the Time-Winder one last time.

At last, I was stepping right through that glass door.