OP: Magical Story~Time

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Weekends brought rest. That was the theory, anyway.

Biddy, however, couldn't sleep beyond her normal seven in the morning. The sunlight streamed through the trees, then through the thin window glass of the cabin. Amelie, in the bed across from hers, seemed unaffected… her bunk was a little more shadowy. Biddy felt a pang of jealousy as she tried to roll over, letting the warmth of the sun hit her back instead of her face.

Then, as it was sometimes, jealousy wasn't all she felt.

Guilt, unable to be traced to a specific source, grabbed the redhead by her heart and seemed to squeeze. She took a deep breath. She tried to establish herself… I'm here, I'm safe, I'm fine. When she couldn't keep it in anymore, when it felt like she was about to burst with negative emotions, when it was positive that there was no way she was going to be able to sleep, she swung her legs out and got out of bed.

Biddy had collapsed Saturday night. She'd spent the day getting at least some rest, if not in a traditional sense… hey, mental and emotional rest was important too, and a day spent shopping with Amelie was just what she thought she had needed. Still, on the physical rest front, she wasn't exactly tip-top. She'd not even bothered to change out of her half-decent red and orange "weekend clothes," only even pausing to shrug off her favorite leather jacket, which was now in a heap on the floor. Biddy sighed and picked it up, laying it across her bed and trying to concentrate on how nice the day before was, not the aches settling into her gut like hurricane refugees into a high school gymnasium.

Maybe taking a walk would clear her head. It sometimes did. She had a few hours before campers were back, anyway. It wouldn't be too hard to go, relax a little, come back, change into her staff uniform, and put on her best fake smile.

She took her leather jacket back and put it on, then threw on her sneakers without bothering about socks. She wouldn't be long. She'd feel better in no time.

She hoped.


Biddy let her feet take her every which way. They started in main camp, a large, open field with barely any trees, sitting at the base of the large hill where the Director's Cabin was located. From there, she could see the lake, shimmering in the early morning sun, devoid of the boats that were normally out… they wouldn't come back until the kids got there. The light ripples of Lake Infinity caused the sunlight to reflect and cast beams of sunlight into Biddy's eyes… though she found the water soothing, she was forced to look away.

On her other side, the large dining hall sat, empty as it would ever be. She thought about going in there, but it seemed lonely. At least out in nature, she had the birds and the bugs to keep her company.

She found herself leaving the area, heading down one of the many interlacing trails through Breezy Bridge Woods. She passed the high ropes course and the low ropes course, a smattering of cabins that she had stayed in as a camper, and many, many trees. One foot in front of the other, her loud, loud mind seemed to take her on a tour of her camp. She was almost not surprised when she ended up in front of the rebuilt arts and crafts cabin.

She did a double take, after a moment. Someone else seemed to be there, too.

Director Eric stared up at the building, seemingly oblivious to Biddy. There was a look in her eye that was a little too old for her… what was she, twenty-eight? twenty-nine?... years. She was already in perfect staff uniform, though her staff pin was different than Biddy's, a lovely silver star. Biddy tried not to automatically associate that with Amarantha (the staff pin changed every ten or so years, so every older member of staff had the star). She failed.

The guilt had a place now, here in the middle of the woods, looking at this woman who just by being older had too much similarity to Biddy's favorite counselor. There was a heaviness in the back of her throat that ached for some sort of release, and a loud, choking sob seemed to offer that.

Eric heard it. How could she not? She turned from the building to face Biddy. "Biddy Hadyn?" she said quietly, her voice rough, but still somehow soft.

Biddy nodded and sank down until she was sitting, leaning up against the nearest tree. "Sorry, I…" she managed to get out before another sob shook her, quite against her will.

Eric half-ran over to the younger staff member. She crouched down, balancing carefully, keeping herself eye level with Biddy. "Biddy, can you tell me what's wrong?" she asked. Her green eyes flickered over Biddy, thinking, analyzing, diagnosing. Biddy had no doubt that the camp director caught everything from the sorrow in her eyes to the sweat gathering on her brow.

She resisted the urge to say "Everything. Everything is wrong," because that wasn't quite right, and furthermore, it wasn't very helpful. As she tried to narrow it down, however, she realized that anything she could say that was honest wasn't likely to do much. Her anxiety was very vaguely placed, the depression more inclusive than exclusive. What was she going to say? "I'm sad?" She decided the best thing to do was shrug.

Forgoing her crouch, Eric sat down next to her. "I'm here," she said simply. "If you need to talk, or you need me to call someone, or anything. I'm here."

There was a… slight… relief at that. Mainly, at the fact that Eric didn't say what so many others said, "just breathe," as though Biddy didn't try to do exactly that.

"Would it help if I talked? It might distract you. I can be silent, too. What would help you?"

"Please. Talk."

Eric nodded slowly. "The arts and crafts building looks different since I last saw it," she said. "It's been years since I was here. I didn't think I was going to come back, but when I saw that Breezy Bridge was looking for a camp director, I couldn't resist applying. I never thought I'd get it, though. I'd been away too long, I thought. I'd worked at other camps in the interval, though, so I guess that made the difference. It's good to be home, though, you know?"

That confirmed something in Biddy. Every year, she thought about leaving Breezy Bridge and never coming back. Coming hurt. Still, something had always told her it'd hurt worse if she gave up her camp home for good, even if she managed to find another one.

"So much changed in the last ten, eleven, twelve years. I remember back when the staff wore teardrop pins and went by codenames. I guess time can do a lot to a place," laughed Eric. "The funny thing is? More things stayed the same. We've always been Precure here. We've always welcomed girls of all backgrounds, all ability levels, all statuses, both as camper and staff. We've always been the heroines who go out and change the world. No amount of rebuilt buildings and broken traditions will change that. It's what Breezy Bridge is. It's who we are."

Eric paused, then added, "Biddy, you're very good at your job, all things considered."

All things considered? It sounded almost like a backhanded compliment, the first thing Eric had said that was wrong. What were these "all things?" That Biddy was an anxious wreck of a person with PTSD? Despite her bitter thoughts, however, the counselor managed to choke out a "Thanks?"

"Do you have fun?" asked Eric. "If you don't mind answering, I mean."

That felt like a trick question. Was being a counselor supposed to be fun? Jobs weren't made to be for people's enjoyment, they were jobs. Still, there was something that kept Biddy coming back to camp every year, even now that she was too old to be a camper. Was that something fun? In the state that she was in, she could barely tell.

She didn't answer after all, and after a moment, Eric took up talking again, quietly, without any questions or chiding. Eric told Biddy about her first year on staff, lining up with Biddy's second year as a camper… Biddy couldn't remember Eric, but didn't say as much, didn't say anything. Eric talked about her favorite kinds of weather, the things she was going to do as camp director during the off-season (lots of paperwork!). Eric wove tales of favorite campers, some sounding almost familiar in the way that she told them. She refused to name names, though.

It must have been half an hour when Biddy managed a smile at one such story. She looked up as Eric paused for breath, murmured two words. "Thank you."

Eric blinked. "For what?"

"For… not telling me just to breathe? For staying here and talking? I'm calmer now. I think… I think I can function."

Eric smiled. It was maternal, almost. Uncomfortably so, in fact… it reminded Biddy far too much of the smiles that Amarantha had shot her over ten years ago, so very, very close by. She rose slowly and took a step back. "I have to go get set up for the managerial meeting in a moment," she said. "Will you be alright on your own?"

Biddy nodded. "Yeah. I think so."

"Great. Don't hesitate to call me if that changes. If it doesn't, I'll see you at the all staff meeting at noon, we've got stuff to talk about before the kids come back at one. Have a good morning until then!" Eric said, then broke into a jog, slipping past Biddy down one of the many camp trails. Biddy felt a pang as she watched Eric go; she hadn't quite realized how much not being alone had helped.


It seemed to take longer to get back to the cabin, perhaps because she was ever so slightly more lucid. She noticed more. The sun was higher in the sky, and as she passed cabins, she could hear the murmurs and chatter of the other staff members, many of whom were only now choosing to get out of their beds. She saw, through layers of trees, some of the wild animals that made their homes in the woods… the rabbits and deer stayed a distance away, but the chipmunks came almost startlingly close to the trail, peeking their little heads out to watch Biddy as she passed. It was spotting them, trying to see if any would come any closer, that Biddy spotted the bead.

A fairly typical shiny black Courage Bead, it had splatters of different colors, like a messy rainbow. "Afraid of… paint?" Biddy muttered as she bent down and picked it up, turning the small item over and over in her hand. Something about it felt familiar, like she'd seen this one before. She shrugged. It must have been on one of her coworkers' Courage Bead bracelets. She'd find out who at the staff meeting, if she could. Until then, she strung it on her own bracelet, letting it nest in between the two beads she owned, fire and the night sky. It made a pleasant sight there, almost like it belonged.

It looked soothing. Biddy always had liked rainbows, and she always had loved magic. A thought crept into her mind: nobody would know she'd tested out this power, if she only used it a little, just to see what it could do. Even if someone knew, they'd probably want her to. It would calm her down.

She tapped it, slowly, cautiously. "Let's go," she whispered softly. "Courage Bead, courage up!"

Biddy's last lucid thoughts were about the dark smoke that whipped up much like the light of her transformation. Her last lucid thoughts were Something is horribly wrong.


Something was horribly wrong.

Mallory knew it the moment she walked into her cabin on Sunday afternoon and found Biddy and Amelie nowhere in sight. She was the last to arrive of the Care Package CITs, and they led her to the second clue: they all jammed themselves in front of the door to the counselors' room, ears pressed against the wood, eavesdropping.

She walked up to them slowly. "What's going on?" she asked in a low, quiet voice.

Vita put a finger to her lip with a "shhh" sound that was rather louder than Mallory herself had been. Harper's ear, in response, pressed tighter to the door. It was Brooke, in the end, that delivered the news. "It sounds like Biddy is missing," she informed Mallory quietly.

"Missing?" Mallory exclaimed, forgetting, for a moment, to be quiet.

Vita hissed out another loud shushing noise, and Harper motioned Mallory to the door, scooting out of the way so the smallest Precure could listen in as well.

Though the sound was muffled, Mallory could make out most of a conversation, one that, from the static, seemed to be taking place between Amelie and a walkie-talkie.

"I gave her permission to miss the staff meeting, so I wasn't concerned," said the low, soothing voice on the walkie. The tone changed slightly, to annoyance. "Though I did tell her to call me. She's really not in the cabin?"

"Nor in the picnic shelter, nor the arts and crafts building. Not in the dining hall, either, or the shower house. I'm unable to find her at all," Amelie said. Distress creeped into her tone, as did more of her French accent than she normally allowed to come through.

There was a pause from the other end of the conversation. "Okay, initiate missing persons procedures, then. Amelie, since you know Biddy well, I want you leading the search with me."

"The CITs…"

"They should be fine. Give them rest hour, tell them not to leave the cabin." The voice paused yet again, and added after a second of silence, "I'm only doing this because there's a good chance it might be…"

"Right. A Campfire issue, not a Biddy issue. I'll pass on the information. Thank you, Eric."

As the conversation ended and footsteps started to the door, the four young Precure jumped backwards, quickly scrambling for a halfway convincing "act natural" position. Brooke started gnawing anxiously on her chewing necklace, Vita tried to hold a handstand. Harper pulled out a book from the lower bunk where she slept, right next to the counselor's door, and Mallory, unsure of what to do, flopped face first onto the wooden floor, instantly regretting at as soon as a deep breath caused dust to fly up her nose. As Amelie walked out, she seemed to immediately put the odd scene into context with the likely reasoning, and sighed. "Ladies..."

Vita fell over. "I mean, do you really consider us ladies?" she asked from the floor.

Amelie shook her head. "I take it you heard everything? Fine. Stay here, rest up. I will be back with Biddy soon."

The four girls looked at each other. "Yes, Amelie," they chorused, though their eyes said otherwise.

It took little time for Amelie to explain an amended version of the situation to the CITs and leave; it took even less for the Care Package girls to fill in their friends on what was really going down.

Brandy frowned deeply. "We have to go help find her! She could be lost in the woods, or something."

"But Amelie told us to stay here," Kaitlin argued. Delcine nodded agreement.

Folding her arms over her chest, Sofía pouted. "There must be something we can do!"

There was a moment of thought before Harper and Bing stood at the same time, each seeming ready to direct. The two young women blushed for a moment before tag-teaming the direction.

"Delcine, DJ, Kendra, you three stay here and cover for us, okay?" said Bing, pointing to the girls she named. "Sofía, Kaitlin, and I will head to main camp. We can say Kaitlin forgot something there when she checked in."

Harper nodded. "And… Brandy and Jasmine, can you two search the water? Maybe you left something on the beach? Mallory, Brooke, Vita, and I will take the forest. Since we're the biggest group, it makes sense we cover the most ground."

Nobody seemed to argue, but as the Care Package Precure started off towards the door, Brandy caught Mallory by the wrist. "Be careful," she said. "The woods hide some crazy things. If you need help, don't hesitate to yell for any of us!"

Mallory grinned. "Thanks, Brandy," she said honestly. "But don't worry! Us four can take care of ourselves!"


EYECATCH 1: A brief montage of Biddy images: scolding a group of CITs including Mallory, dangling by her harness after falling off the high ropes course, folding an origami crane, and finally, posing as Cure Campfire.

EYECATCH 2: Myfanwy and Hestia fly in circles, then fall onto Biddy's head as she leads an activity. She rubs the bump they've made, then looks up at the camera and smiles anyway.


Maybe the forest should have felt scary, with Biddy missing and the team down to the size it had been the only time it came really close to being defeated. Still, the sunlight that filtered down through the tall trees of Camp Breezy Bridge was warm and kind, and it made the thing seem safe. Mallory felt it felt more like a game of hide and seek, almost. She couldn't comprehend that Biddy might be in danger, for all she tried to make herself. It didn't fit into her sense of logic. The day was too nice. The Precure were too powerful. Biddy was too strong.

Still, something nagged at her, that same gnawing feeling that had met her when she stepped into the cabin.

Brooke tugged loosely on Mallory's sleeve with one hand, pointing with the other. "Mallie, everyone, look! Smoke! Maybe it's Biddy!"

Sure enough, in the distance, smoke billowed up into the sky, a long, tall cloud of it almost begging to be explored. Harper frowned. "Wouldn't that be the place Biddy is least likely to be?" she asked. "Where there's smoke, there's fire, and we all know that if there's one thing that Biddy hates…"

Vita shrugged. "So we have two options: either it is Biddy, or it isn't and there's a giant fire in the middle of the woods. Either way, someone needs saving. Let's go, Team Care Package!" she exclaimed as she broke into a run, not waiting for her friends.

Mallory, Harper, and Brooke shared a look before they began to follow, jogging quickly towards the smoke. It was far away, but not too far, maybe a four or five minute run at a reasonable pace. It got hotter as they got closer. Harper was probably right when she said there would be fire.

As they cleared a few final trees and finally saw the pillar of flame, fueled on magic, not wood, it was not as shocking as the other thing they saw.

Biddy's hair was short. It hadn't seemed to be cut off as much as burnt off. The patches were uneven, making a very sloppy undercut. Her eyes, normally blue even in her Cure form, were as bright red as the flames she stood in front of, and the grin she wore was as distressed as the tights underneath her Precure uniform. That uniform had she sleeves ripped off, the kerchief thrown out, and the pin bent into some unrecognizable shape. The fabric that it was made of had a number of scorch marks dotting it.

"Biddy?" Mallory called tentatively. Brooke folded her hands over her heart, and Vita leaned forward. There was a nearly universal feeling of worry at the sight.

Harper was the one who broke the pattern. Horrified, she took a step back. "No!" she yelled.

"Yes," hissed this strange version of Biddy. She threw her arms out intimidatingly. "Breaking the promises pledged, I am Raging Campfire!"

"Biddy, no, don't do this!" called Harper. "This isn't you!"

Mallory's gaze shot from Raging Campfire to Harper. "Harper? Do you know about this?"

"I…" said Harper, but as Raging Campfire's hand snaked out to touch Brooke, her words changed. "Everybody! Run!"

Her tone had Brooke and Mallory racing away quickly, though Vita, defiant to a fault, didn't budge. "Hey! Campfire? What the heck?"

Raging Campfire's red eyes glowed with excitement. "I've let my true self loose, Vita, can't you see? This is who I've always wanted to be around you. I'm in charge now. I'm in control, of myself, and of all of your fates!"

Brooke frowned and stopped running, turning to face Raging Campfire. "Biddy, that's ridiculous. You're not some supervillain. You're our friend!"

"Counselors can't be friends with campers," Raging Campfire said, her voice saccharine sweet. "You should know that. I get paid to be nice to you. Why else would I even bother?"

Brooke's eyes went wide and started to fill with angry tears. Mallory and Harper halted at the sound of Brooke's crying. She's gone too far, decided Mallory as she spun around quickly, her hands reaching for her brooch. "Okay, that's enough!" she decided firmly. "Biddy, if you're not going to stop this, we've only got one thing to do. Care Package Precure, let's go! All together!"

"Precure!" shouted the four CITs. "Lead me home!"

In four flashes of light, the girls transformed, forgoing the usual hand-holding power boost in favor of a quick change. They let the magic take hold of them, spinning and dancing them around until their final pose and announcements.

"Protecting the promise of hearth and home, I am Cure Marshmallow!"

"Protecting the promise of safety and comfort, I am Cure Belay!"

"Protecting the promise of light and beauty, I am Cure Forest!"

"Protecting the promise of family and friendship, I am Cure Cocoa!"

"The starlight that shines upon these woods," cried the four all together, "We're Care Package Precure! We'll conquer your fears all together now!"

Raging Campfire laughed. "All you have done is given me an excuse to go all out, little ones. We'll see who can win… a bunch of rookies, or a veteran. Come on, children, give up. The grownups know best."

Marshmallow frowned deeply. "This isn't the Campfire I know! Our Cure Campfire wants us to think for ourselves and freely be the people we want to be, even if it can get us into trouble!"

"Our Cure Campfire has a better fashion sense, too," said Forest.

Raging Campfire scowled. "Come on, be good girls. Give into the fear that dictates your destiny. Enough playing the hero role. It's time to grow up!"

She darted out, hands outstretched, long red-painted claws aiming for the Cure Forest, the closest Care Package girl she saw. Cure Belay's eyes grew wide as she began to bark instructions. "Forest, get back! Nobody let her touch you, she can make you forget your bravery!"

Forest jumped up into the air, out of the way. "Nananana boo boo, can't catch me," she taunted, her hands at her ears, waggling mockingly.

Cure Marshmallow and Cure Cocoa looked to Belay. "Belay, what can we do?" asked Marshmallow.

"And how do you know so much about what's happening?" asked Cocoa.

Belay bit her lip and steadily looked her friends in the eye. "I'll explain later. For now, listen. We need to use our Courage Beads to deflect her without hurting her. When she's worn down, we can use our purifications. Got it?"

The two Cures nodded, and started off towards Raging Campfire. "Hey, fashion disaster, over here!" cried Cocoa. "Uh, sorry for calling you that!" she apologized after a second, unable to leave that comment unaccounted for, though she did follow up with a quick jab of "But it's true!"

Marshmallow smirked at Raging Campfire. "You might think you're better than us cause you're old, but we're young and dextrous. What are you gonna do with those old lady legs, complain about bad knees?"

Raging Campfire hissed and shot a stream of fire towards Cocoa. "Rotten Raspberry Roast!" she screamed.

"Let's go! Perception, Courage Up!"

Tapping instinctively on a one of her beads, the golden accents on Cocoa's outfit turned momentarily crystalline as she threw up a mirror shield. The fire bounced back towards Raging Campfire, but a wave of the older woman's hand dissolved it. "She's so powerful!" Marshmallow said with a frown and a gasp.

"That's right," said Raging Campfire. Her anger had been replaced abruptly with some new intonation, something alluring and dark. "Fear gives you power, kiddo." Her red eyes lit up as she turned to face Marshmallow. "Mallory, you live for that adrenaline rush, don't you? Don't you wish you could have it all the time? I can show you how. I can give that to you. It's so hard to be brave, anyway. So come on. Take my hand. That's the last hard thing you'll ever have to do."

"She's lying!" yelled Belay as the purple Cure watched Marshmallow hesitate. "She already admitted that she isn't our friend. Don't trust her!"

Cocoa dropped the shield she put up, her outfit trim fading back to golden and her breath tired and staggered. "Yeah! This isn't Biddy at all!"

Raging Campfire tilted her head, smiling. Somehow, in whatever transformation had occurred, she'd grown long, sharp fangs that glinted and caught the sunlight. "You don't know me very well. You might know my counselor face, but you've never met the real Biddy."

"We know you aren't an as-" Forest started, but was cut off by the stares of three CITs… the word she was about to say was, as they said, not very camp appropriate. "An associate professor of jerkiness," finished the green Cure weakly.

"The Biddy we know never gives up! She's the strongest person in this whole camp! It's how she survived this far, and how she's teaching us to be just as strong," said Cocoa passionately.

Something shadowy crossed Raging Campfire's face. "Maybe I don't want to be strong!" she said, her voice cracking, broken. "Maybe I want to not have this battle to face. Maybe giving in… no, not maybe. Giving in is what can make this better. If I live my life in fear, I'll never have to worry about when the flashbacks will come, or what horrible thing will happen next. I can live them all the time, I can be prepared to deal with them. I can be prepared to deal with you!"

She turned and shot another burst of flame, this time directed at Marshmallow. "Rotten Raspberry Roast!"

"Let's go! Ghosts, courage up!" Marshmallow yelled, tapping the bead just in time. She watched the flames fizzle out as her outfit trim switched from pink to translucent and back again. Energy poured into the defense, draining her to the point where she had to collapse to her knees.

Belay quickly got in between her and Raging Campfire, Courage Bead at the ready, defenses prepared. "I know this isn't you. I've seen it before, on someone else, and this wasn't their true heart. I refuse to believe it's yours!"

"You've seen this before?" asked Marshmallow weakly.

Belay nodded. "Later. I'll tell you everything, later. For now, we have to purify her!"

"Rotten Raspberry Roast!" cried Raging Campfire again, and it was only by grace of her preparation that Belay was able to launch her own defense.

Forest's eyes grew wide, worried. "Great! We always purify with two people, and now you three are too weak! What now?"

Raging Campfire smirked in victory. "What now? Time to give up, children, and listen to your elder at last."

Marshmallow shook her head, tears flying off her face. "No! We have to keep fighting! Biddy! You're our friend, no matter what you say!"

"This isn't like you! You've always told us to be strong; do the same for us!" Belay demanded.

Cocoa sunk to her knees, staring up at the counselor. "Please, Biddy?" she asked softly. "We love you so much."

"When you're not being a mega jerk, anyway," added Forest, her hands tapping at her Courage Bead bracelet anxiously.

Raging Campfire slowly shook her head with a fanged smile. "You've lost. You've lost, and you're wrong."

"No. They're right, Campfire," said a voice from the shadows, suddenly as anything. "You aren't like this. You're stronger than your fears, and you're strong enough to keep fighting, if you let yourself."

The four CITs looked to where the voice was coming from, and Raging Campfire's eyes followed, getting wider as they did. "It can't be. You… you're dead. You must be a cheap imitation of…"

"I'm no imitation," said the silver-clad Cure warrior as she stepped out of the shadows of the large birch trees. "Your eyes don't deceive you. You know who I am, Biddy."

The four untouched Care Package girls remained silent as this older Cure cut a path through them. She moved with the grace of a veteran Pretty Cure, her movements careful, her hands out and open, but easily able to move into an attack or defense. Lacy overlay swished on her uniform, and her translucent kerchief was knotted with a star-shaped brooch. From her head swung long white hair, tied back into a ribbon, silver tinsel tied in to dot her locks like stars in a strange, blank sky.

"This isn't real," cried Raging Campfire, clutching her own bent brooch. "You're dead and gone! I know that!"

"I assure you, I am very real," said the newcomer.

Her voice was cold up front, but Cure Marshmallow could detect something akin to warmth beneath it. This Cure hated Raging Campfire, but… she seemed to love Biddy. A memory struck Marshmallow then, a memory of something Biddy, as Cure Campfire, had told them. It seemed in that moment to be obvious who this mystery Cure was, but still, she had to ask, didn't want to get it wrong. "Who are you, though?"

The newcomer Cure turned slightly and smiled, a grim, determined, powerful smile. "Of course. I should introduce myself, shouldn't I?"

"Yeah, really, come on," said Cure Forest.

Belay, who seemed, oddly enough, to be less shocked than the others, nodded. "Please."

The new Cure snorted, and her arms were thrown up to the sky, as though she were trying to grab the sun itself. "The legendary warrior who hails from the constellations," she cried out. "I am Cure Stargazer!"

For a moment, Marshmallow thought that Raging Campfire might fall her knees, weeping, begging for answers and forgiveness.

Instead, the monster in Biddy's body snarled. Claws out, Raging Campfire sprang to attack.


ED: Summer Camp Can-Can


Next time on Care Package Precure:

Mallory: Cure Stargazer? Biddy thought she was dead!

Stargazer: The report of my death was an exaggeration.

Harper: You have to tell her!

Brooke: Yeah!

Vita: Well, I mean, last time Stargazer tried to tell Biddy, Biddy kind of tried to kill her.

Stargazer: My identity must remain secret. Don't say a word!

Mallory: Next time on Care Package Precure: Stars Above! A Heroine From The Constellations!

All (except Stargazer and Biddy): We'll conquer your fears all together now!