Atticus came up to one door and knocked on it as he carried a few containers in his arm. And where an elderly woman answered the door.
"Good day, Mrs. Bogey," Atticus greeted. "I'm selling cookie dough to raise money for my school, and I was wondering if you'd like to buy a box or two."
"Oh, I would love some." Mrs. Bogey smiled.
Atticus smiled and took out the clipboard to write her name down and put her down for an order right away.
"But I already bought some from that nice girl." Mrs. Bogey informed him.
Atticus saw this coming so he now decided to put his plan into affect. "Mrs. Bogey, do you have any relatives visiting you?" he then asked.
"My grandniece is upstairs," Mrs. Bogey replied. "She's actually on break from her school, oh, but don't be jealous, yours will come soon."
"Does she love cookies?" Atticus asked.
"Occasionally, yes." Mrs. Bogey replied.
"Mind if I speak with her for a moment?" Atticus asked.
Mrs. Bogey put her hand up to tell him to give her a minute as she stepped inside her house.
'This is going to work, I just know it.' Atticus thought to himself.
A girl around Atticus's age who appeared to be in a school uniform came to the door. "Yes?"
"Pardon me, but do you like the best cookie dough?" Atticus offered.
"Yes, I do, actually." The girl smiled.
"Could I put you down for a box?" Atticus offered.
"Hm... That sounds good..." the girl replied. "Just one though, I'm trying to watch my weight when I visit for the holidays."
"Okay, one box for...?" Atticus asked, wanting to know the girl's name.
"Jenny." the girl gave her name.
"Oh, that's a nice name," Atticus smiled. "So, Jenny Bogey?"
"Actually, my name is Jenny Bennett." the girl corrected.
"Okay, then Jenny Bennett." Atticus said as he wrote down her name and then gave a box of cookie dough before held out his hand for some money.
"Thank you kindly, I hope I can sell for my school as well as you when our fundraiser starts." Jenny took the cookie dough and handed him the money.
"I hope so too and thank you." Atticus smiled, accepting the money.
Jenny smiled back and walked inside the house with her cookie dough. Atticus smiled, leaving the house, knowing that if he continued on with his plan, he would be able to sell all of his cookie dough before he knew it. There were some rejections here and there, but Atticus did a lot better in his sales. And where he was selling like crazy and didn't have any leftovers once he was done with his sales.
Atticus came home and crashed on the couch as soon as he came into the living room. "What a day..."
"Sounds to me like somebody became quite the salesman." Emily said as she started to knit.
"Yep, I sold every last box." Atticus said, sounding exhausted.
"You could've sold them to me..." Darla replied innocently.
"Nice try." Atticus smiled tiredly.
"Darn..." Darla folded her arms in defeat.
"At least you have some cookie dough," Patch assured her. "Well, if you'll excuse me, I better go and see how Sabrina is doing."
"Maybe I could come too...?" Darla offered.
Patch glanced at her. "I think you need to brush off that sweet tooth of yours."
"Oh, come on, Patch, please?" Darla begged.
"Okay, but no eating the cookie dough if we find any." Patch warned.
"Yes, Patch." Darla promised.
"Alright then, let's go." Patch said.
Darla smiled and followed the Dalmatian puppy over to the Spellman house.
The moment they got to the Spellman house, they heard Sabrina cheer.
"Sounds like somebody just improved her self-esteem." Patch smiled about Sabrina's happiness and she was no longer whining or crying about being second best to Cassandra.
The two went inside to see the blonde witchling.
"Sooo, how did sales go?" Patch asked Sabrina.
"I did it, Patch!" Sabrina praised herself. "544 boxes!"
"That's awesome!" Darla smiled.
"Darla, long time no see." Sabrina smiled down to her. "Sorry, but I'm out of boxes to sell."
"That's fine, Sabrina, we have plenty." Patch said before sending a warning look to Darla.
"Yeah." Darla said.
"I gotta admit, 'Brina, I didn't think you'd do it, but you're good." Salem smiled.
"Good?" Sabrina smirked. "I'm the best!"
"Atticus sold all of his boxes as well." Patch smiled.
"Send him my congratulations." Salem smiled back to Patch.
"You got it." Patch nodded to him.
Darla snickered and giggled.
"And what is so funny?" Salem glanced at her.
"Oh, a talking kitty cat just cracks me up every time." Darla smirked.
"Oh, ha-ha, very funny." Salem groaned.
Darla smiled innocently, then looked to Sabrina. "Oh, I just love that outfit... I wish I had witch powers so I could style myself up."
"Don't you have Sailor Scout powers?" Sabrina asked.
"Yeah, but it's not the same." Darla said.
"Have you tried to give yourself new clothes with your Sailor Scout powers?" Sabrina suggested.
"Huh... Guess I never thought about it before..." Darla shrugged, then took out the scepter she was given and held it high in the air. "Moon Power!" she called out. "Change me into a sales lady!"
There was then a magical glow that cast over the blonde girl and her hair was up in a bun and she wore clothes similiar to Sabrina's work lady outfit and even had glasses.
"Hey, it worked." Darla smiled.
"That was amazing." Sabrina smiled.
"No more back to school shopping for this little lady." Darla chuckled as she tossed up her scepter and caught in her hand again, twirling it like a baton.
"Sure seems like it, but then how will you learn everything you need to know?" Patch asked.
"No, I just mean about clothes shopping," Darla said. "It's more exhausting than picking out clothes for a movie premiere."
"Ohh." Patch smiled.
Sabrina then got changed back into her normal clothes. "Ah, much better... I do hope my customers are enjoying their monster mix and cookie dough."
"Yeah, but let's just hope Cassandra didn't mix them up on you." Patch said.
"Like that'll happen..." Sabrina scoffed.
The doorbell then rang.
Sabrina opened her bedroom door. "That sounded like it came from the closet."
"Oh, we have a guest from the other realm." Salem remarked.
Sabrina opened the door and saw Drell, looking very angry for some reason. "Drell!" she stepped back in slight alarm. "Aunt Hilda's at work with Aunt Zelda..."
"I'd like to have a word with you, Sabrina." Drell glared.
"Uh-oh..." Patch frowned.