Veggie High, 1989...

("King of Wishful Thinking" by Go West plays in the background)

An enormous, brick high school is in the center of the late 80's set town, hundreds of vegetable teenagers walk the area, wearing fashionable clothing from that era.

A 14 year old Petunia walks down the halls, wearing a geometric-patterned skirt and white blouse, her hair done up in a perm. She goes over to her locker (with a poster of New Edition) and is seen getting some textbooks.

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"So, back when I was in High School, the largest event that anyone could ever think of, was the Senior Prom! All sorts of grand gestures were being performed by all sorts of veggies in order to get asked out on a date...(and, possibly, get married and start a family down the road)."

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"Hey, tunia'..." a husky, male voice chuckles.

Petunia looks up to notice that a large cucumber has leaned up against the side of her locker. He's wearing a leather jacket, blue jeans, a blonde mullet, an MTV shirt, and an extremely obnoxious smile.

"Hey, Steve..." Petunia replies, closing her locker.

"So, you like, comin' to prom?" The cucumber asks. "Or are you gonna do more of your lame studies."

"Steven, I swear, I am not gonna go with you if you were the last man on—"

"There's a paranormal curse that's been in this high school since the 60's, thought you'd be interested." Steve quickly replied.

"Huh, "paranormal", eh? Since you're the resident airhead on campus, it's nice to see your vocabulary's expanding." Petunia replied. "I'm in."

Later that evening, the young teenagers gather outside the hotel ballroom where the prom is taking place. A tall, female stalk of celery pulls out a dusty old composition notebook and reads;

"Dated October 13, 1963...within these hallowed halls there lies a curse, a curse unlike any other, involving transformation into a frightening beast by night. Legends say that this appears to affect every other student, but that does not stop there. It is also said that his or her offspring will continue to bear this curse, without a remedy in sight..." the celery paused and looked up. "But the question remains...WHO is it?!"

"It's not me." Petunia replied. "After all, this whole curse thing is either a superstition or an elaborate prank of some sort.."

"Didn't your mom used to come here?" Steve asked.

"Yeah, but that doesn't mean anything!" Petunia protested yet again.

"There's only one way to tell..." The celery replied. "At night, according to the farmer's almanac, the full moon will rise, and we will truly know who has the curse..."

So they waited and waited. While the party raged on in the hotel room, the full moon eventually broke through the clouds, covering everything in its light.

Then, the moon began to glow blood-red, with a large moonbeam pointed directly at Petunia (yet she did not realize it).

"What?" Petunia asked, noticing how everyone was all staring at her.

"So, the legend is true..." the celery replied. "Petunia, YOU carry the curse..."

"AW MAN, THAT'S BOGUS!" Steve replied. "I thought it was gonna be me! A MAN should have the curse!"

"No time for misogyny, Steve." The celery replied. "We should probably run."

The other veggies quickly ran from Petunia, who began to sweat as she started the transformation.

"WAIT, COME BACK!!" Petunia exclaimed, even though there was no use yelling.

Patches of fur began to grow on Petunia's body. The back of her skirt ripped open to reveal a long, furry tail. She screeched as she felt her average vegetable ears become pointed, and her teeth reshaped themselves into much sharper teeth.

"IM'. NOT. A. M O N S T E R !!!" Petunia exclaimed, the transformation having been completed.

What was formerly a cute, attractive, and intelligent rhubarb had now become a deadly, fur-coated, savage were-veggie. And that, was the curse of Veggie High...

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"Dang, Petunia, I didn't know you could tell a story like that!" Larry replied.

"Meh, everybody wants nostalgia these days." Bob sighed, pouring himself a glass of cider. "...that song wasn't even from the 80's.."

"Is it REALLY a true story?!" Junior asked, jumping up and down somewhat.

"Yeeeeeeeahhhhh...no, uh, I mean YES!" Petunia replied, looking very skeptical.

"We will be taking over Ze story from ere', madamoiselle!" Jean-Claude exclaimed (the two French Peas were both dressed as mimes).

"What do you call it?" Bob asked.

"We do not have a title, Monsieur Bob." Phillipe replied, "but a poem..."