"What seems to be the trouble, sir?" Sabrina asked nervously.

"The witches have been making cookies instead of monsters." Drell explained.

"This has Cassandra's work written all over it." Patch told him.

"No, the witches have told me they bought from Sabrina exactly," Drell replied before they heard screeches outside. He then looked out the window and saw bats and monsters all around the area. "I'm no mortal realm expert, but I'm pretty sure you guys don't have ghosts and goblins out unless it's All Hallow's Eve."

"Drell, think about it, if Cassandra wanted to beat Sabrina before she beat her, what do you think she would do to sabotage her sales?" Patch asked.

Drell thought about it. "Probably replace and switch the two batters... Sounds like something I did to Patty and Delilah when we were younger."

"What?!" Patch glared.

"Oh, did I say I did that?" Drell smirked innocently. "I meant Skippy."

"Quit trying to make yourself sound innocent." Patch said.

"Who's trying?" Drell looked around bashfully.

"Salem, we got a problem." Sabrina frowned.

"What do you mean 'we'?" Salem glanced up at her.

"Salem, we gotta help her out." Darla said.

"She's gonna need a little magic." Salem suggested nervously as he hid on top of a fire hydrant.

"Why are you hiding on top of that hydrant?" Darla asked.

"Because of that thing!" Salem pointed to a monster with four arms that tried to play with him. "Hey, watch the hands!"

"What is that monster?" Darla asked.

"I haven't seen anything like that since I was almost seventeen..." Drell put his hands to his face.

Cherry walked out into the neighborhood. "Hey, guys, lovely night, isn't it?"

"Are you serious?" Patch asked.

"Guys, what the heck is going on?" Atticus asked.

"Somebody switched Sabrina's cookie dough and monster mix..." Drell folded his arms. "And I think I know who did it."

"Same here and her name begins with a 'C'." Atticus said.

"Hey!" Cherry took offense to that.

"Not you, Cherry, your name begins with 'Ch', the one I'm talking about is Cassandra." Atticus told her.

"Still..." Cherry folded her arms with a smirk.

Atticus rolled his eyes, then looked serious.

"Wait, I remember!" Sabrina spoke up. "Magic got me into this mess, I'm gonna use it to get me out with the eighth spell of transmorgification!"

"Just do it fast!" Salem urged her.

Sabrina tried to memorize the spell and zapped the monsters with it, which knocked them out at first, but the monsters seemed to be multiplying after the spell hit them.

"Wait, Sabrina, that's not the right spell!" Drell called. "That's not a magic spell, that's Latin for rabbit, which is what they're multiplying like!"

"Hold it!" Salem cried as there were now multiple monsters trying to get him and he ran into the blonde witchling's arms.

"We have to find Mr. Snipe, maybe he has the right spell." Patch said.

"I'd help if I could, but I don't use the spell much anymore, I'm sorry," Drell said. "Man, I haven't seen such creatures in such a riot since Monster High wins a sports game."

"Monster High?" Patch asked.

"You've never heard of Monster High?" Drell sounded shocked.

"No." Patch shook his head.

Drell face-palmed. "I've failed as a magic mentor... Sabrina, you fix this mess, I'll explain later."

"But what can I do?!" Sabrina panicked.

"Easy, we find Mr. Snipe." Atticus said.

"Where could he be though?" Cherry asked as she sat down.

"Oh, I'm sure if he looks out his window, he'll know exactly where to find us..." Drell said before plopping himself down on the bench next to her.

Cherry yelped as she shot up in the air and landed right in front of the witch teacher on the other side of the street because of how much Drell weighed more than her.

"Good evening, Miss Butler." Mr. Snipe greeted.

"Good evening, Mr. Snipe..." Cherry greeted back, slightly disorientated from the impact from the bus bunch.

"Mr. Snipe, we need your help." Atticus said.

"Having a little trouble?" Mr. Snipe rhetorically asked them.

"Oh, no..." Sabrina was worried about seeing one of her teachers outside of school, both regular and witch. "I made an awful mess, Mr. Snipe..."

"No, sir, it wasn't her fault, it was Cassandra." Patch said.

"No, this really is my fault," Sabrina disagreed. "I was the one who was always tired of being in second, being second best... I wanted to be the best just once, and this is where it got me and I have no clue how to fix it."

"I always tell you children," Mr. Snipe spoke up. "No teacher cares who's 'the' best, only that you do your best. Drell, why haven't you stopped this madness?"

"I sorta forgot the spell..." Drell smiled sheepishly.

"Unfortunately." Atticus sighed.

Mr. Snipe sighed and then wrote down the spell for them. "With this, it'll turn everyone back to normal and no one will remember a thing."

"Thanks, Mr. Snipe." Atticus smiled.

Sabrina whistled and summoned her broomstick. Salem then jumped on the other side with her and Sabrina flew off with the spell at hand.

"Yeah, I don't think I'm ready to have children..." Drell mumbled.

"Apparently." Atticus said.

"Hopefully Sabrina can get everyone back to normal before the population decreases in humanity..." Cherry mumbled as she was still on the ground.

"I'm sure she'll do it in time." Atticus said.

"We can only hope." Mo nodded in agreement.


Sabrina flew all around town and used the spell on the infected mortals while Salem pointed them out for her. They even went into the Netherworld and fixed the cookie dough mix-up by making the witches and warlocks unhappy with their brews and now they were happy that they could cast dark spells again. Sabrina and Salem then baked new cookies to give to the customers and they were all done.

"Man, what an exhausting day..." Cherry sighed. "Not just fundraising, but whew!"

"That's all of them," Sabrina crashed against the front stairs of her aunts' house. "I can't believe I did it!"

"You did it?" Atticus asked, arms crossed.

"Uh, I mean 'we' did it." Sabrina then corrected herself.

"That's better." Patch approved while Salem smirked.

"Wait, Sabrina, I thought you sold all of your cookie dough and monster mix." Darla said before coming over to a corner of the witchling's house.

"What do you mean?" Sabrina asked.

"Oh, Mr. Snipe?~" Cassandra called out in a kissing up tone and walked by rather sneakily once she saw Mr. Snipe at the Spellman residence. "Just thought you'd like to know, I sold all my boxes. All 544."

"I sold all mine too!" Sabrina replied, coming over to her.

"You mean almost." Cassandra pointed as Drell had another cookie box that was left untouched. "You missed one."

Sabrina gasped in dismay. "But... How'd that get...?"

"Guess that's 543 for Sabrina," Cassandra smirked. "Which makes her second best as usual."

"Oh, really?" Atticus smirked back.

"Oh, I just remembered," Mr. Snipe spoke up as he took money out from his pocket. "I almost forgot to buy a box and since this is the only one left, I suppose it's a tie and I think at least one of you learned that it's not about being the best, but being your best." he then handed five dollars to Sabrina and took the leftover cookie box.

"Huh, now where have I heard that before?" Atticus asked with a knowing smirk.

"I think you have a very good idea." Mr. Snipe chuckled.

"Thanks, Mr. Snipe," Sabrina said as she accepted his money. "You said that before, but I didn't hear it the first time."

"Hmph!" Cassandra coldly turned her back on them.

Darla tugged on Cassandra's pant leg.

"What do you want, Dimples?" Cassandra scoffed down to her.

"I'm curious, how did you know that Sabrina had one box left?" Darla asked.

"Yeah, Cassandra, how?" Atticus asked with a smirk.

"Uh, I... I... I just knew..." Cassandra seemed to make up.

"Anyone hungry for a snack?" Hilda asked as she came out of the house and Zelda followed her with a cookie tray of fresh baked cookies.

"We made cookies." Zelda added in.

"Music to my ears!" Salem rubbed his stomach eagerly.

"You bet!" Darla agreed, distracted by the baked goods to interrogate Cassandra anymore.

Sabrina decided to be a good sport and let Cassandra have a cookie. "Here, Cassandra, no hard feelings, okay?"

Atticus stepped back with a smirk. Cherry was about to take a cookie. Drell grabbed her hand and shook his head.

"Drell!" Cherry glared.

"Shh..." Drell hissed to her as he looked to Cassandra.

"You'll do anything just for me to be miserable and-" Cherry glared back at him.

Drell slammed his hand over her face to silence her.

Cassandra bit into the cookie, but smacked her lips strangely. "Whoa, whoa, wait, was that one of the boxes that I switched?!"

"And the truth is revealed." Atticus smirked.

"What, Cassandra?" Mo smirked as well.

"Nothing, nothing, I didn't say anything!" Cassandra folded her arms until she was transformed into a monster.

"Drell, I think Penelope deserves a pet." Atticus smirked.

"Yes, perhaps that'll keep her busy for a while." Drell agreed with a laugh.

"And I think I know the perfect one for her." Atticus smirked.

"Looks like you bit off more than you could chew, Cassandra." Salem said, putting the cookie he was about to eat, back on Zelda's tray which made everyone laugh.

"What's so funny?" Cassandra asked.

"Oh, nuthin'..." Drell trapped her in a jar big enough to fit her inside. "You're going to be like this for a long time."

"What are you talking about?!" Cassandra glared.

Atticus conjured up a mirror and showed Cassandra her new reflection.

Cassandra looked and screamed at her new self. "Turn me back! Turn me back! Pronto!"

"Drell, a cage, please." Atticus smirked.

Drell snapped his fingers and turned the jar into a cage to keep Cassandra in.

"You can't do this to me!" Cassandra glared. "My Aunt Enchantra will turn you into a grub!"

"I think she might be thankful." Atticus smiled.

Cassandra screamed in dismay.

Drell picked up the cage. "Just be lucky you're not a mortal, otherwise Skippy would keep ya."

"Yeah." Atticus said.

"This is so not faaaair!" Cassandra whined.

"Oh, brother." Atticus groaned.

"Night all..." Drell said. "You too, Cherry."

Cherry grinned nervously to him. "Okay, bye now."

"Bye, Drell." Atticus smiled.

"Wait until my Aunt Enchantra finds out about this, Drell, you're gonna be in so much trouble!" Cassandra yelled before Drell transported away with her.

"I think Enchantra will be fine without that brat." Darla said.

"Hopefully..." Cherry said. "Let's get some sleep, I feel like I'm going to fall down."

"Same here." Mo said.

With that, they all went home and got some sleep.


Skippy whimpered as he was on the couch, wrapped in a blanket, and looked very sick.

"Consider this a lesson about eating a bunch of raw cookie dough without permission." Penelope handed him his medicine.

Skippy nodded, agreeing that he learned his lesson.

"Now drink up." Penelope said.

Skippy nodded and took his medicine.

"Now, if I hurry, I can sneak out to an exclusive Netherworld party before Dad shows up." Penelope smirked.

"Ahem!" Drell came behind her.

Penelope squeaked and grinned nervously to him and put her hands behind her back. "Hiiii, Daddy."

"I have something for you." Drell said.

"Ooh, what is it?" Penelope put her hands together in excitement. "What? What? What?!"

"Well, I decided you're responsible enough to have a pet, so..." Drell said, then showed the cage with Cassandra as a monster inside of it. "Tada!"

"Oh, Daddy, thank you!" Penelope took the cage. "I'll take good care of...Whatever this ugly thing is... It seems kinda snobby though."

"Yeah, well, I thought you deserved a pet, no matter how ugly or snobby it is." Drell smirked.

"Oh, thank you, Daddy, I'll take good care of it, I promise!" Penelope hugged her father, then grabbed the cage and ran off to her room merrily.

"Oh, I know you will and you can have some fun with it in anyway." Drell said.

"Yay!" Penelope cheered.

Skippy sniffled as he still shivered from his sickness.

"What happened to you?" Drell asked.

Skippy pointed to the cookie dough boxes and whimpered.

"Too much cookie dough?" Drell guessed.

Skippy sniffled and nodded, looking very sick and miserable.

"Guess you learned your lesson." Drell said.

Skippy nodded. Drell slapped his back. Skippy cupped his mouth and then threw up on him.

"OH, FOR GOODNESS SAKE, SKIPPY!" Drell scolded.

Skippy had a sheepish smile before showing a sign saying he was sorry. Drell lowly growled to him. Skippy put his hands up in worry with a nervous smile. Drell bonked him on the head. Skippy's hat slid down tightly around his head and covered his eyes, he then tried to pull his hat up, but was unable to. Drell decided to go to the bathroom. Skippy lay down on the couch and curled up in a ball to get warm and comfortable as he was stuck with an extremely upset stomach.


Penelope placed the cage on her nightstand. "Hmm, what should I call you?"

"Cassandra!" the creature glared.

"Nah, I hate that name..." Penelope replied.

"No, that's my actual name... IT'S ME, CASSANDRA!" Cassandra shrieked.

"Cassandra, is that you?" Penelope asked. "Oh, I thought you seemed snobby for a cute freak!"

"Change me back to normal!" Cassandra ordered.

Penelope only seemed to smirk.

Cassandra growled. "Do it or else!"

"My father is the most feared man in the universe, your aunt's only the queen of witches, tell me why I should." Penelope stuck her tongue out.

"Why you sneaky little-!"Cassandra glared.

Penelope laughed. "See ya, wouldn't wanna be ya!"

Cassandra growled as she was trapped. At least, for now.

"I am going to love having her as a pet." Penelope smirked.

"THIS IS NOT COOL!" Cassandra snarled.

Penelope laughed and clapped in excitement.