Victoria's New Friend
(One day, Becky and Bob are outside in their backyard, playing when they notice a moving van coming down the street, following a SUV.)
Wordgirl/Becky: Looks like someone new is moving. Cool. (Bob says, maybe they have kids.) Maybe.
(Scoops then shows up from behind his own fence.)
Scoops: Becky, did you see that moving van?
Wordgirl/Becky: Yes.
Scoops: They're moving next door to my house.
Wordgirl/Becky: Wow. Do you know if they have any kids?
Scoops: I didn't get to see yet. You wanta go and watch them move in?
Wordgirl/Becky: Sounds like fun. Want a soda or something, while we watch?
Scoops: I can go for a soda.
(Later, Becky, Bob, and Scoops are watching the new people move into the house, next to Scoops' house.)
(They then see a boy, about their age step out of the house and look at them.)
Wordgirl/Becky: There's a kid.
Scoops: He looks like he's our age. Maybe he'll be in our class at school.
Wordgirl/Becky: Awesome. Wanta introduce ourselves?
Scoops: Sure, I don't see the harm in that. (They both walk over to the boy.) Hi, welcome to the neighborhood. I'm Todd and this is Becky.
Wordgirl/Becky: Hi. (The boy just stares at them.) Um, where did you move from?
(She and Scoops just shrug their shoulders.)
Scoops: You don't have to be scared or shy of us. We're not mean.
Mr. Messler: Kurt! Get in the house! (He then sees the other two kids and walks over to them.) You kids better get home. We're very busy today.
Wordgirl/Becky: We just came to welcome you all to the neighborhood.
Mr. Messler: That's nice of you kids, but we don't allow visitors. Now, go on home.
Scoops: Come on, Becky.
Wordgirl/Becky: Ok.
(They both look back as they walk away.)
Mrs. Botsford: (She sees Scoops and Becky come into the house.) Hey kids, did you see the new neighbors?
Wordgirl/Becky: Yeah. They didn't seem too social.
Mrs. Botsford: This is a new neighborhood and they're probably just shy or something.
Scoops: Yeah. Well, I better get home now. See you at school tomorrow, Becky.
Wordgirl/Becky: Ok Scoops.
(The next day, Becky and her classmates are sitting in their desks, waiting for the daily lessons to begin.)
Ms. Davis: Class, before we get started I just like to introduce a new classmate, Kurt Messler.
Scoops: (Whispers to Becky.) It's the kid from yesterday.
Wordgirl/Becky: I see that.
Ms. Davis: Kurt, do you want to tell a little about yourself?
Kurt: Not really. I'm not allowed to talk too much.
Ms. Davis: Ok then, you may take a seat next to Victoria Best. (He nods and goes to sit down.)
Victoria: Hi, just so you know, I'm the best. Victoria Best. (He glances at her, but doesn't say anything to her.) Aren't you going to say anything?
Wordgirl/Becky: (Sitting on the other side of Victoria.) Victoria, he just said that he's not allowed to talk much. Aren't you supposed to be the best?
Victoria: Whatever.
(Later at lunch, Kurt goes to sit alone, like he did at his previous school, and eats his lunch.)
Violet: (She decides to walk over to him.) Hi, I'm Violet Heaslip. Can I sit here? (Kurt just looks at her.) Why aren't you allowed to talk to anyone?
Kurt: I'm just not! Ok? Now, go away and stop bothering me!
Violet: I'm sorry. (He upsets her.)
(Violet then goes back to sit with Becky and Scoops.)
Scoops: Violet, are you ok?
Violet: I don't know. I've never had someone talk to me like that.
Wordgirl/Becky: There must be something going on with him and his parets.
Violet: Where does he live.
Wordgirl/Becky: He moved into a house next to Scoops and his father said that he's not allowed to talk to anyone else. I don't know why not.
Scoops: Maybe they are secret government spies and Kurt knows some classified secrets.
Wordgirl/Becky: I don't think so, Scoops. I think there's something wrong with his home life.
(Later, Becky and Bob are walking home from school, when they see Kurt in the front yard of his house.)
Scoops: (He sees her.) Hey Becky.
Wordgirl/Becky: Hey Scoops. So, what do you think is going on in Kurt's house?
Scoops: I don't know want to jump to conclusions, but I think his parents are abusive.
Wordgirl/Becky: I really want to find out but I don't want to ask him. Not yet anyway. (Just then, she hears an alarm over at the museum.) Um Scoops, I have to get home now. I'll see you later.
Scoops: Ok.
(Becky and Bob turn a corner and transform.)
Wordgirl/Becky: WORD UP! Come on, Huggy! (They zoom over to the museum and they see the curator tied up in purple yarn.) Granny May is here. (They see her about to steal some artifact.) Hold it there, Granny May!
Granny May: Wordgirl! (She then tries to use her yarn on them, but they zoom out of the way.) You'll never catch me! (Cackles as she activiates her jet pack and flies out of the museum, holding the item she stole.)
Wordgirl/Becky: Let's get her, Huggy!
(They go zooming through the skies and Wordgirl finally catches her and Huggy disables her jet pack.)
Granny May: Oh, you caught me.
Wordgirl/Becky: Now, it's off to jail for you. (She then takes back the stolen item and ties up Granny May.) Wait, where are the police? (Huggy shrugs, I don't know.) Can you tell them that I caught Granny May? (Huggy, Right away.) While he goes and retrieves the police, I need to ask you something.
Granny May: What is it?
Wordgirl/Becky: You're a mother and grandmother, right?
Granny May: Yes, I'm a proud mother and grandmother. (She then takes out her wallet pictures of her grandbabies and shows them to Wordgirl.) You know Eugene and here's some of the others.
Wordgirl/Becky: Um, when your kids were growing up and they did things that was wrong, how did you punish them?
Granny May: Well, it depended on what they did. Very small things, I usually just gave them a warning. If it was bigger, I would ground them and send them to their rooms, or take away privilages. If they did something very wrong, I would give them a little whack here and there. Nothing too harsh, just a way to show them that I didn't like what they did. Why do you ask?
Wordgirl/Becky: Well, how do you feel about abusive parents?
Granny May: Well, my kids were raised in a time when no one really talked about that type of thing, but I have to say that I never liked it when parents would abuse their children. I used to live next door to a family like that and every now and then, I would hear them beat their kids and it really made me upset and sad. I asked them about it once and they said that is how their family has always raised their kids. Generation after generation. They moved from Fair City after my youngest son, Eugene's father, graduated from high school. I never forgotten that family either.
Wordgirl/Becky: (She sees Huggy coming back with the police.) Well, thanks for the information and I have to say, even though you're a villain, I can tell that you really love your family and they are lucky to have a mother and grandmother like you.
Granny May: Oh, thanks Sweetie. (She smiles at Wordgirl as she is taken away to jail.)
Wordgirl/Becky: (Huggy asks, what's wrong?) Nothing. I have a whole a lot more respect for my villains. Let's go home, Huggy. (They zoom home and into her room before transforming back into Becky and Bob.)
Mrs. Botsford: Becky, Bob, dinnertime.
Mr. Botsford: And we're having guests over. These are the Messlers. They just moved into the neighborhood.
Wordgirl/Becky: Yes, I know their son. He's in my class at school.
Mr. Messler: We left our son at home.
Mrs. Messler: We don't take him with us when we go out.
Mrs. Botsford: Are you sure he'll be ok alone?
Mr. Messler: Sure, he's stayed by himself before many times.
Mr. Botsford: Isn't he going to get hungry?
Mrs. Messler: He can get his own food.
Mr. Botsford: I don't make my kids prepare their own meals too often.
Mr. Messler: I see. And how often do they do chores?
Mr. Botsford: Once in a while. Becky usually does the dishes and TJ usually takes out the garbage and small things like that.
Mrs. Messler: Well, our son vacuums all the rooms, cleans the hardwood floors, cleans the dishes, does laundry, cleans the attic and garage once a week. Mows the lawn.
Mrs. Botsford: It sounds like he does all of the chores.
Mrs. Messler: That's right. That way, the two of us can spend time alone.
Mr. Botsford: Don't you do any family activites?
Mr. Messler: Family activites?
Mr. Botsford: Yeah, you know, like have a game night where the whole family gets together to play a board game.
Mr. Messler: Why would we want to do that?
TJ: Don't you like spending time with your kid?
Mr. Messler: Am I talking to you, Young man?
Mrs. Botsford: Hey, don't talk to my son like that. He was asking a legitimate question.
Mrs. Messler: In our house, children are seen and not heard, unless they are spoken to first but they parents.
Wordgirl/Becky: It sounds to me that your son has no rights and isn't a true member of the family.
Mr. Messler: Are you going to let your children talk to us like that?
Mr. Botsford: Becky is very vocal and she speaks her mind. We encourage our children to ask questions if they are curious about something and to speak out if they have something on their minds.
Mrs. Messler: Why? Don't you have authority over your children?
Mrs. Botsford: Yes, but we don't treat them like prisoners or slaves.
Mr. Messler: You know what? I've heard enough. Come on, Honey. Let's leave these pansy parents and their kids alone.
Mr. Botsford: We're not pansies.
TJ: Those people scare me.
Mrs. Botsford: It'll be ok, TJ. You know we would never treat you kids like they treat theirs.
Wordgirl/Becky: And we're thankful for that.
(Becky and TJ go to give their parents hugs.)
Mrs. Botsford: We want you kids to know that we will never treat you like that.
Mr. Botsford: And we don't want you to be afraid to tell us anything.
(That night, Becky and Bob are asleep when she hears commotion coming from the Messlers' house.)
(In the Messler house, this is what Becky hears.)
Mr. Messler: Kurt, get in here and do the laundry!
Kurt: (Looks down at the floor as he speaks to his father.) Yes Sir.
Mr. Messler: And when that's done, you need to vacuum the living room and the family room.
Kurt: Yes Sir.
Mr. Messler: And no meals tomorrow, for you.
Kurt: Yes Sir. (He then begins to cry.)
Mr. Messler: What are you doing now? Are you crying like a baby? Now get to your chores!
(The next day, Becky heads to school and sees Kurt following close behind.)
Wordgirl/Becky: Hi there. (Kurt doesn't answer her and heads for school.)
Scoops: (Hurrying up to Becky.) Hey.
Wordgirl/Becky: Hey. Kurt seems more unhappy today.
Scoops: He should be. His father made him do a bunch of chores last night and he couldn't get to sleep. I heard some of the conversation from my window.
Wordgirl/Becky: They came to my house for dinner and they didn't invite Kurt to come with them. Then they didn't like it when TJ and I started talking with them. They seem to be very old-fashioned and harsh in the way they raise Kurt.
Scoops: Yeah, they seem to be like that to me too.
(Later at school, while Becky and her class does some school work, Kurt goes to sharpen his pencil and becomes dizzy and light-headed and faints in class.)
Ms. Davis: Oh My! Someone, get him to the nurse!
Violet: I'll take him. (She then goes to help him up and Becky goes to help.) Thanks Becky.
Wordgirl/Becky: No problem. How about we both take him to the nurse?
Ms. Davis: Very good idea, Girls. Hurry now!
(They then take Kurt to the school nurse and stay awhile until his mother comes to the school.)
School Nurse: You're here. Thank goodness.
Mrs. Messler: What did he do now?
School Nurse: Ma'am, your son fainted in class today and he won't tell us why.
Mrs. Messler: That's because it's none of your business.
School Nurse: Well, it's my duty to help the students and staff here and I need to know why this happened.
Mrs. Messler: As I said, it's none of your business. (She then yanks her son up onto his feet and towards the car.) You embarrassed me, just now! (She then slaps him across the face.) Just wait until your father hears about this! (She speeds home.)
Violet: She seemed mean and mad at him.
Wordgirl/Becky: I know. Come on, let's get back to class.
(Violet and Becky head back to class.)
Ms. Davis: Is he ok?
Violet: His mother came into the school and got mad at him for embarrassing her or something. She didn't hug him or anything.
Scoops: I can hear them every night, since their house is next to mine. They yell at him all the time and they make him do chores a lot and they don't always feed him.
Ms. Davis: Maybe that's why he fainted like that. He was so hungry and tired.
Violet: Ms. Davis, can he die from that?
Ms. Davis: (Looks into the eyes of her young class and sadly says.) Yes, he probably could die like that.
Tobey: Hasn't anyone bothered to call the police?
Wordgirl/Becky: Tobey's right. Someone should call the police.
Emma: But what if we do and his parents get even more upset and hurt him more?
Ms. Davis: Well, we'll just have to take our chances with that.
Victoria: (In a whisper, she talks to herself.) I think I should have a talk with him soon.
(Becky had heard what Victoria said, due to her super hearing and smiles to herself because she knew that deep down, Victoria is a good kid and, she can somehow relate to Kurt.)
(Meanwhile, at his house, Kurt's mother sits him down in the living room and goes to call his father to tell him that Kurt fainted in school and that she had to embarrass herself by coming down to the school to bring him home.)
Mrs. Messler: I called your father. He's furious now. (Kurt just sits there, looking at the floor in shame.) Stay there and don't get up for anything.
(Meanwhile, after school, Becky and Bob had heard an alarm go off from the Gold Store and hurry to stop the villain, who is trying to rob it.)
Wordgirl/Becky: Stop right there, Butcher!
Butcher: Wordgirl and Monkey-Guy! (He then conjures up some meat products and fling them at her and Huggy, covering them with ham.) I'm outta here!
Wordgirl/Becky: (She busts out of it, while Huggy eats some of it.) Let's get him, Huggy! (She then flies them out of the store and they go to chase Butcher, who's trying to run as fast as he can, but he's caught.) You won't be getting away from us, Butcher!
Butcher: Oh Man!
Police Officer: We'll take it from here, Wordgirl.
Wordgirl/Becky: Um, how about I take him to jail?
Police Officer: Are you sure?
Wordgirl/Becky: Yeah, I'm sure. This way, I can make sure he doesn't get away.
Police Officer: Oh, ok.
(She then takes Butcher from the back of the collar and carries him to jail, with Huggy clinging to her shoulder.)
Butcher: So why did you want to take me to jail and not the cop?
Wordgirl/Becky: Well, um, I kind of want to ask you something. What was it like for you growing up with Kid Potato for a father? Was he a harsh father?
Butcher: Well, he wasn't around a lot of the time because he was out committing crimes and stuff. But when he was home, he and I did normal father/son things. We used to watch sports together and things like that. But he was a good dad and he still is. Why do you ask?
Wordgirl/Becky: Well, a friend of mine lives near this family where they are abusing their son. They make him do endless chores, they don't spend any quality time with him, they make him starve, and they punish him harshly.
Butcher: Poor kid. No, my father or my mother did anything like that. They don't sound like very good parents to me. And, this may sound weird, but people like them should be taken to jail and have the key thrown away.
Wordgirl/Becky: Yeah, I have to agree with you. (At the jail.) Well, here we are. See you when you get out.
Butcher: Ok. Thanks.
(She then flies home and she sees Kurt in his backyard pushing a lawnmower, while his parents sit and drink lemonade.)
Wordgirl/Becky: Bob, I've just had about enough of this. (She decides to go and confront Kurt's parents.)
Wordgirl/Becky: Excuse me, Mr. and Mrs. Messler?
Mr. Messler: What the blazes do you want?
Wordgirl/Becky: I don't like the way you parent Kurt. It's harsh and mean and he deserves a better life than this!
Mr. Messler: How dare you talk to me like that? (He then, unexpectantely, slaps Becky across the face.) You have no right to talk to an adult like that!
Wordgirl/Becky: (Holding her cheek in pain.) And you don't have the right to slap me! I'm not your child!
Mr. Messler: Your pansy parents won't do it. So someone has to keep you in your place.
Wordgirl/Becky: My place?
Mr. Messler: Adults have all the rights and kids have none. We are always right and you are always wrong. My father taught me that and so did his father and so on. It may sound old-fashioned but that is the reason why Kurt doesn't talk back to us. And I think every other parent should go back to that way of parenting.
Mrs. Messler: I agree. These days, you kids seem to think you know everything and you think that you can do what you want. So we have decided that our way will keep our son in his place and that is stay quiet and out of the way. And the endless chores are our way of making him pay us back for bringing him into this world.
Wordgirl/Becky: No one ever asks to be born. (While this was going on, Bob had left to get Becky's dad.)
Mr. Botsford: Is there something going on here? (She sees her father and he sees the slap mark on her face.) What happened here? (He gently looks at the slap mark on her face.) Did you do this to my daughter?
Mr. Messler: I sure did. That child needs to be punished for sticking her nose where it doesn't belong. You and your wife won't punish her properly, so I gave myself the authority to do so.
Mr. Botsford: (He's now comforting his daughter.) You have no right to punish any of my kids. My wife and I don't use our hands to punish our kids. We use groundings and taking away privilages and punishment chores that only last for about an hour. When they were little, we used Time-outs. But we made a commitment that we will never lay our hands on our children in a harsh way.
Mr. Messler: Than I suggest that you take her home.
Mr. Botsford: I will. Come on, Becky, Bob. (As they walk back to their house.) So why did he hit you like that?
Wordgirl/Becky: He was making Kurt push a lawnmower as he and his wife sat and drank lemonade. I was getting tired of seeing them treat Kurt like a slave or something. I'm sorry, Dad.
Mr. Botsford: It's ok. Next time, let me know. Don't try to take the law into your own hands. Talk to your mom and I and let us handle it.
Wordgirl/Becky: Ok.
Mr. Botsford: But I'm proud of you for standing up for someone who seems to need a voice. You're a good kid. (He pats her on the head.)
(Later at school the next day, they are all sitting in the lunch room when Victoria decides to go and sit with Kurt.)
Victoria: Hi, I know you're not supposed to talk to other kids, but I want to tell you that I sort of understand what you're going through.
Kurt: You mean that your parents make you do endless chores and stuff like that?
Victoria: No, my parents don't use physical abuse. They sort of use psychological and emotional abuse. They are always stressing to me and to my brother about being the best at everything. My last name is Best and they seem to think that means they and us have to be the 'best' at everything. I want to be the best, but only so my parents would be proud of me. And when I don't do my best, they are disappointed in me and they tell me so. It makes me sad sometimes and it makes me do things that are mean to others. I'm kind of considered a villain around here. But I'm not the only kid who's a villain.
Kurt: A villain? You mean someone who goes around and commits crimes and things like that?
Victoria: Something like that. I don't really want to harm anyone but I want my parents to be proud of me. So I have to work on being the best, which means I have to bring harm to others or I have to steal and lie.
Kurt: You seem a lot nicer than you did the other day, when I first came here. You're kind of pretty too.
Victoria: Thanks. Do you want to hang out, while you're at school? We can be the best of buds.
Kurt: Ok. Thanks.
Victoria: Um, are you hungry? (He nods 'yes'.) Here, have some of my lunch.
Kurt: Thanks.
(Becky, Violet, and Scoops saw the whole thing.)
Violet: Wow, I never knew how nice Victoria could be.
Wordgirl/Becky: Neither did I.
Scoops: Kurt seems happier too.
(They then go back to eating their lunches.)
(For the next few weeks, Victoria and Kurt's friendship grows and they spend all their time in school together.)
(Then one day, Kurt comes home and he sees that his father has come home early from work.)
Mr. Messler: Kurt! Come here!
Kurt: Yes?
Mr. Messler: What did you say?
Kurt: I said, 'yes?'
Mr. Messler: You forgot to say, 'Sir'! You are supposed to address me as 'Sir' and your mother as 'Ma'am'! And why have you become so much happier? I don't like 'happy'.
Kurt: Well, I have this new friend in school. Her name is Victoria Best.
Mr. Messler: Didn't I tell you that you're not supposed to have friends in school? You go there to learn and to not make friends.
Kurt: But she's really nice.
Mr. Messler: Are you questioning my authority? (He then slaps his son several times and then goes to get his belt and whacks him with it.) That's what you get for talking to me like that! (He continues to do so many times.) Take that, you little brat! You want friends?! Here's your friend! (He kicks him and continues to whack him with the belt.) Now, stay there and think about what I said!
(He then walks away from Kurt, leaving him on the rug, beaten and bruised.)
(That evening, while Kurt's parents are eating dinner, without him, they hear the doorbell.)
Mrs. Messler: (Opens the door and sees the police.) Can we help you?
Policeman #1: I got a call about a child being injured?
Mrs. Messler: You must be mistaken. We don't have any children.
Policeman #1: (Reads his report.) According to my report, you do.
Mrs. Messler: I'm sorry, but you can't just come in here and harass us.
Policeman #1: This gives us the authority to do so. (He moves her aside as he and his partner enter the house.)
Mr. Messler: Hey, what's the meaning of this?
Policeman #2: We got a call from the neighbors that you have an injured child in this house and is in need of medical attention.
Mr. Messler: Look, whoever called you needs to understand that whatever happens in our house is no one else's business.
Policeman #1: But if a child is being abused, we need to know about it.
Mr. Messler: Look, this is the problem with society today. Parents can't punish their children the way they see fit. They have to be like everyone else.
Policeman #1: So you don't deny beating your kid?
Mr. Messler: No, but I want you out!
Policeman #2: If you won't let us take the boy out of here, we'll have to get help on this.
Mrs. Messler: Help from who?
Wordgirl/Becky: (She and Huggy show up.) Hello, I heard and I'm here to help. So what seems to be the problem?
Mrs. Messler: Who the blazes are you?
Wordgirl/Becky: I'm Wordgirl and this is Capt. Huggyface. I heard that you beat your child into submission and you treat him very harshly.
Mr. Messler: What is this?
Wordgirl/Becky: I'm going to go and retrieve your son so that he can get the medical attention that he needs.
Mrs. Messler: Oh no you're not! (She then grabs Wordgirl by the arm and holds onto her as tightly as she can.) I don't care who's child you are. (Just then, Huggy jumps onto Mrs. Messler and she lets go of Wordgirl.) Ewww! Ewww! Ewww! Get this vermin primate off me! (She continues to panic.)
(While Huggy keeps the Messlers busy, Wordgirl goes to get Kurt, who's locked in his room.)
Wordgirl/Becky: (She busts open the door.) Are you Kurt Messler?
Kurt: Yes, who are you?
Wordgirl/Becky: I'm Wordgirl. My friend, Becky told me about you and she said that your parents hurt you. I came here with the police and we're going to get you out of this house. You need to hurry though. My sidekick is keeping your parents busy.
(They head out of the room.)
Mr. Messler: You're not going anywhere, Kurt! (He then grabs a large vase off the fireplace mantle and is about to throw it at either Kurt or Wordgirl, when he and everyone hears a hypnotic tune coming from outside.)
Victoria: (She then uses her eye beams to grab the vase and place it back onto the mantle.) You are not going to hurt that boy! (She then uses her eye beams to move Kurt away from his parents and towards Wordgirl, who's also in a hypnotic state.)
(When the song is over, everyone is out of their hypnotic states.)
Mr. Messler: What happened?
Victoria: I'm what happened!
Wordgirl/Becky: Victoria?
Victoria: That's right. I heard about Kurt's parents, so I came to see if I can help.
Wordgirl/Becky: Thanks for the help, Victoria.
Victoria: I am the best at helping.
Wordgirl/Becky: Now, as for you two.
Policeman #2: It's ok, Wordgirl. While you and Miss Best were talking, we arrested Mr. and Mrs. Messler for Domestic Abuse of a minor. You two will be spending a long time in our jail.
Mr. Messler: No, I won't go to jail!
Mrs. Messler: We'll get out! Someday, we'll get out!
Policeman #1: Get into the car.
(Later, Kurt is taken to the hospital and stays for a few days, recovering from his injuries, caused by his parents.)
Victoria: (She has come to visit him on the last day of his hospital stay.) How are you feeling?
Kurt: I'm doing fine. Thanks.
Victoria: So what's going to happen to you now?
Kurt: I'm going to go and live with a friend of mine, who lives in another city. His parents have been trying to help me get away from my parents many times, but they never succeded in doing so. So once they found out that my parents were finally going to jail, they asked if I could go and live with them.
Victoria: Good.
Kurt: I'm going to miss you, Victoria. You're a very nice girl and you're very pretty too.
Victoria: Thanks. You're the only best friend I have. The Best!
Kurt: I'll try to come and visit you.
Victoria: Or I can try to visit you? I'm the Best at making travel plans.
Kurt: Ok.
(They hug each other.)
(The next day, Kurt leaves the hospital and goes to live with his friend and his friend's family.)
Wordgirl/Becky: (Standing next to Victoria.) You know, Victoria, I'm very impressed that you were so nice to Kurt.
Victoria: I'm the best. But thanks. I sort of understand what he was going through.
Wordgirl/Becky: I see. (She understands that even though Victoria's parents don't physically harm her, they are harming her psychologically and emotionally.)
Victoria: Do you think we'll ever see him again?
Wordgirl/Becky: I don't know. But if you ever need someone to talk to, I'm always here to listen.
Victoria: Thanks Becky.
(During the next few months, Victoria and Becky become better friends and Victoria even joins Becky and her friends at lunch.)
(Kurt and Victoria remain best of friends.)
(Kurt's parents are now in prison for life and were transported out of Fair City and to another, more secure prison in another state.)
The End…