*We open up on RJ Writing Ink in his workspace sitting behind a desk that's meant to look like the President's Desk in the Oval Office. Only, he's still in his hoodie and not a suit.*

Jay: Hello, my fellow fanfic writers. I come to you today with an important message to Donald J. Trump. *ahem* Mr. Trump, your refusal to disavow the rising tide of racism in this country is destroying our moral standing. Your unwillingness to acknowledge climate change for the existential threat it is puts future generations in jeopardy. And your inability to develop a basic plan to deal with the global pandemic has left our country reeling. Mr. Trump, I've been waiting four years to say this: you're fired. Now get the hell out of the White House. *sigh* Okay, how was that?

*We then see that Jay was practicing in front of a camera and studio equipment handled by Janna, TeamFourStar Nappa, Lemongrab, and Omintraxus*

Nappa: I still don't get why this is necessary.

Jay: Nappa, I've been waiting for four years to be able to vote Trump out of office. Now that we know that he's lost, I'm giving this speech.

Omnitraxus: But is it really necessary?

*Jay thinks for a minute*

Jay: Okay, no, it's not. But "You're fired" was pretty much Trump's catchphrase on "The Apprentice," and I find being able to use it on him now that we know that he's lost extremely funny.

Omnitraxus: But was it really necessary to delay the next chapter by a week sothat you could make this one joke?

Jay: Twas' never a matter of necessity, Omni. I've been waiting for four years to make that speech, so I had to be confident that Trump lost.

Lemongrab: I find your logic to be...acceptable!

Jay: See? Lemongrab gets it. Now, let's get this show on the road, people. We've got "Monster Arm" to do.

"All right, the moment of truth, Marcia. Don't screw this up," Marcia said to herself as she mentally prepared herself for what she was about to do. She was clad in her karate uniform and about to face what may be one of her toughest challenges as a martial artist thus far. After taking a deep breath, she picked up her phone and began to FaceTime Jackson. After a few seconds of ringing, the face of her longtime friend (and secret crush) appeared onscreen.

"Hey, Marcia. What's up?"

"Hey, Jackson, I need a favor from you. Are you going to be free this Saturday?"

"I should be. Why?"

"Because I was hoping that you'd come and support me at my karate tournament. The one where I'll be facing...him." Marcia shuddered at that last part, and Jackson was well aware of who Marcia meant.

"Say no more. I'll be there."

"You will? Awesome! I'll see you then!" Marcia said happily before hanging up the phone. Once she was sure that she had hung up, she then proceeded to do a little victory dance.

"Alright, Marcia! I'm so proud of you for taking the next step!"

As soon as Marcia heard that, she got a little startled at the presence of an intruder. Once she saw that it was Comet standing in her doorway, though, Marcia calmed down.

"Okay, three things: one, thank you for the encouragement, Comet. I needed that. Two, please remember to knock before entering my room-

"To be fair, your door was already open," Comet interjected.

"And third, it's not like that," Marcia made clear.

Comet just got a smug look on his face, though, and knowingly waggled his eyebrows. "Ohhh, so you weren't asking Jackson to come to watch you because you like him and want to impress him?"

Groaning at being caught red-handed, Marcia decided to fess up as she began to stack wooden boards atop a pair of cinderblocks. "Okay, Comet, I'll admit that that's part of the reason why I invited him. The other reason is so that I can ward off Jeremy Birnbaum."

"Jeremy Birnbaum? Wait, isn't he that talking bear that used to steal stuff out of my family's trash?" Comet asked, and Marcia gave him a look that read, "what the heck are you talking about?"

"Wha- no. He's just this obnoxious kid who goes to my dojo and is only good because his wealthy parents paid extra for private lessons and better equipment. But the worst part? It's the fact that he's got a creepy-as-hell crush on me and can't seem to get it through his skull that I want nothing to do with him."

"Sounds like a real pain."

"It is. But I'm hoping that when that jerk sees Jackson in the audience, he'll think he's my boyfriend and finally back off."

Comet thought about this for a second and then realized that he was not following the logic behind Marcia's plan. "And how does that help you exactly?"

Marcia groaned as she finished placing the third and wooden board on her stack. "Look, the point is that this Saturday, I'm fighting Jeremy in the tournament. And he's going to get a taste of what a real fighter can do!" Marcia then aimed her arm at the boards before bringing it down with all her might.

"HI-YAAH-AUGGHH!"

Spongebob French Narrator: One trip to the hospital later

Marcia lay on Comet's bed, groaning in frustration as she removed the pillow on her head to look at her arm, now stuck in a cast. Why did this have to happen now of all times, she thought as she cursed her bad luck.

Her little screw-up while practicing had necessitated her parents having to take her to the hospital. The good news was that Comet's Dimensional Scissors meant they could portal into the E.R. The bad news was that Marcia's arm was definitely broken and would have to stay in a cast for a few weeks.

"Ugghh, this is a freaking nightmare! Now I'll never be able to compete in the tournament on Saturday!"

Ferguson, who was sitting beside Comet's bed, reached over and gently patted her shoulder. "Aw, come on, Marcy; it's not so bad. I mean, didn't the doctor's say you were lucky not to get any permanent damage?"

"He's right, you know," Alfonso called out. He and Comet were in another corner of the Prince's room where he was teaching him how to play Call of Duty: Black Ops: Cold War on his new PS5. "Plus, the Principal gave you the day off from school to recover, didn't he?"

"And he was nice enough to let us take the day off to make sure you were alright," Comet added as he was trying to get the hang of the controller.

"Which means I could finally teach Comet how to play Earth video games."

"And I get to spend time with my man, Alfonso. Up top!" The two gamers then hi-fived while Marcia looked at them, exasperated.

"Well, it's nice to see that some of us are enjoying their day off," Marcia sarcastically commented, though that seemed to go over the boys head. "But I think that you're missing the real problem here. If I can't compete in the tournament on Saturday, Jeremy's going to say I wussed out and never let me live it down." Marcia then shot up. "*gasp* or worse: he'll twist this into somehow thinking that it means that I like him back. He'll never leave me alone!"

"Wow, that does sound like a nightmare," Ferguson remarked, earning him a glare from Marcia. "So, are what are you going to do?"

Marcia fell back onto the bed and sighed. "I don't know Ferguson. The tournament's in two days, so unless I find a way to magically fix it, then I'm S.O.L." Marcia then thought about what she just said. "Wait a minute. Magic... that's it!" Marcia then shot up and off of the bed and ran right over to Comet.

"Comet! You can fix my arm for me!"

"Wait, what?" The Prince asked in response.

"You heard me. All you have to do is zap my arm with your Wand, use one of your spells, and boom! I'm healed up and ready to kick Jeremy's ass!"

Comet looked at her for a moment as he paused the game, using his free hand to rub the back of his head sheepishly.

"I don't know, Marcy. Healing magic's never really been my forte, and a spell like this seems out of my comfort zone," Comet honestly replied, hoping to get his friend to forget the idea.

"Please, Comet? I'm desperate here!" Marcia was now practically begging him for help, which was more than a little awkward considering how Comet was usually begging Marcia for something. As he tried to think of a solution to appease everyone, a bolt of inspiration struck him.

"Wait a second; I may not know of a way to help, but I have something that does!" Comet then ran over to the foot of his bed, ducking underneath to look for something. After a few seconds, he found what he was looking for, and, with a grunt of effort, he pulled it out from under the bed for everyone to see: a book.

From the perspective of the three teens from Earth, what Comet had pulled out could have been the biggest book they had ever seen. It was more than two feet high and a foot thick, brown, with a figure eight on the cover and two bluish-purple gems in the whole of the eight. Only by looking at it, a person could tell that it was ancient and of great importance. There was only one problem: they had no idea what it was!

Ferguson finally broke the silence. "Whoa. What isthis?" He asked, barely able to contain his excitement.

"This," Comet proudly proclaimed to his friends, "is the Book of Spells of the Dragonfly Family, and one of my family's most important treasures. It came with the Wand."

"Wait. So all this time, you've had a book that could teach you how to use the Wand without screwing things up?" Marcia asked in utter disbelief. "Do you have any idea how many problems this could have prevented?!"

"Well, when you put it like that, yeah. But the big problem is that this thing is, like, ridiculously unorganized." Comet explained. "Whenever a King or Prince learns something new or creates a new spell, they write it in here for future generations to learn from, so it's got a lot of history to it."

"So is this thing, like, thousands of years old, Comet?" Alfonso asked, having come over to see what everyone was looking at.

"Nope. The original one got lost in a fire that burned down our castle about three or four hundred years ago. After that, my ancestor, King Skye, had to start a new one from scratch," Comet spoke about all of this like it wasn't a big deal, but no one else seemed to care at the moment.

"Now, let us begin," Comet then opened the book in as dramatic a fashion as possible... only for the moment to get ruined when dust flew everywhere, make the four teenagers cough.

"*cough* *cough* Sorry. Like I said, this thing's super-old, so it's got a lot of dust to it." Comet managed to choke out amidst the coughing. After giving everyone time to let the dust dissipate, Comet finally got to work. His eyes scanned the book for any mention of a healing spell while his hands rapidly turned page after page.

"Let's see: how to get rid of a rat cough, eliminating slime pimples, what to do if you're attacked by a vampire, making psalm soup- Ah-ha!" Comet exclaimed as he pointed at a specific page. "Here it is, folks! How to heal a broken arm, courtesy of my ancestor, Gibbous the Eager."

"And you're sure this will work, Comet?" Marcia had faith in her friend, but given his track record at times, she wanted to air on the side of caution.

"Positive, girl. Now, hold out your arm for me, Marcia." Marcia did as he instructed, while the other two boys wisely decided to back away. Comet then held up his Wand and began to chant the spell.

"Releasio Demonius Infestica!" An arc of magical energy then shot at Marcia's broken arm, making it light up in a purplish-glow.

"Ohhhh, it's working, Comet! I can feel my arm healing!" Marcia cheered out of excitement. Finally, the light began to subside, but there was just one problem. Instead of Marcia's arm being healed, in its place was a giant, slimy, purple tentacle.

Everyone in the room was silent.

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Finally, Marcia's brain finished processing what had happened, and she responded in the most logical manner possible:

"AAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Marcia screamed.

"AAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Comet, Alfonso, and Ferguson now joined in on the screaming.

"COMET, WHAT THE HELL DID YOU JUST DO?!" Marcia began shouting at the boy as she entered full-blown panic mode.

"I-I DON'T KNOW! I THOUGHT FOR SURE THIS FIX YOUR ARM!" Comet shouted back before diving back into the book to see what could have gone wrong. "Did I say the spell wrong, or mess up the incantation, or-ooooh." Comet's eyes widened as he finally realized his f-up.

"Comet, I don't like the sound of that. What did you do?" Marcia demanded to know.

Comet then stood back up with a look of utter embarrassment on his face. "So, the funny thing is, Gibbous Dragonfly made a lot of spells over the years, and it seems like a lot of them were, well, weird." Comet sheepishly answered. "Like, he made a spell that ties shoelaces and sets buildings on fire; one that makes them hear bird sounds wherever they go; one that sends people to a room with a giant moose; and one that lights up a room but makes everyone crazy itchy." While Comet listed all of these off on his fingers, the others looked at him like he was crazier than usual.

"Why would anyone make those kinds of spells?" Ferguson finally managed to work up the nerve to ask.

Comet shrugged. "I don't know. Gibbous made thousands of spells. Guess not all of them were useful."

"Can we focus?!" Marcia yelled at the boys to get them back on track. "The tournament's in two days, we still have school tomorrow, and I can't show up while looking like this!" She pointed at the tentacle that was once her arm. "So, PLEASE FIX THIS!"

"Do what she says, Comet. You wouldn't like Marcia when she's angry." Alfonso hastily whispered into Comet's ear. That comment alone was enough to make Comet dive back down into the Spell Book.

"N-no need to get mad, Marcy! I'm sure that Gibbous or someone else came up with a counter-spell. It's in here somewhere!" Comet frantically turned the pages to look for something, anything, to fix his screw up. The Monster Arm, though, seemed to have other ideas.

At that moment, the Arm began to flop around the room, knocking over furniture and other items unfortunate enough to be in its path. Then to make matters worse, the Arm lifted itself off the ground and proceeded to smash Alfonso's precious PlayStation 5 into pieces.

"MY PS5!" the bespectacled boy screamed as he ran to his prized console's side. "MY BABY! SPEAK TO ME! TELL ME YOU'RE ALRIGHT!" Alas, the console was beyond salvaging, its parts scattered in a broken heap. "NOOO!" At this point, Ferguson had to run over and hold his friend back just to keep him from the remains of his console.

"Al, it's too late. It's gone!" The fat boy said while trying to keep himself from tearing up. Alfonso began to cry into his friend's shoulders, with Ferguson doing his best to soothe him while Marcia looked on in horror.

"Alfonso, I am so sorry! I have no control over this thing right now!" Marcia was genuinely sorry, too; she knew how hard it was for Alfonso to pre-order the PS5. And with many retailers still sold out, it looked like he wouldn't be able to get a new one anytime soon.

"*sniff* It's alright, Marcia. I don't blame you for it." Alfonso said through his tears. "I'm just so sad. I didn't even get a chance to play the new Spider-Man game yet."

"Don't worry, Alfonso. I'm sure I can find a spell that can fix your console in here!" Comet shouted, making the skinny boy perk up a little. But then, to add to the group's misfortune, the tentacle shoved Comet's Spell Book to the wall. The resulting impact left a giant hole as the thing was flung outside.

As if to add even further to the group's misfortunes, the tentacle then proceeded to shove Comet's Spell Book to the wall, creating a giant hole as it was flung outside.

"Okay, this may be a bit harder than I thought," Comet said with a deadpan expression on his face while Alfonso resumed crying.

Realizing that this whole situation wasn't going to get better, Ferguson made a decision. "Hey, buddy, how about we go get some ice cream, my treat. How's that sound? Make you feel better?" Ferguson said in as soothing a tone as he could muster.

"*sniff* Yeah. That sounds alright. It'll help me cope with my tragic loss, I guess." Alfonso stood and said as he finally stopped crying.

"Well, good luck with everything, you two. Let us know if you fix Marcia's arm. Okaygottagobye!" And with that, the two boys then left Comet's room as quickly as they could.

Comet and Marcia watched the whole exchange before looking at each other, the latter looking like she was on the verge of panicking. Comet mustered the most reassuring smile that he could to appease a panic attack.

"Don't you worry, Marcia. I swear to Baby Dolphin Giggles that I will find a way to fix your arm! Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to get the Spell Book before my old man finds out and kills me." Rather than leave through the door, though, he ran to the hole in the wall.

"Wait, how come you're not using the door?" Marcia asked, not knowing what her friend could be thinking.

"Because this way saves me time and looks cooler," Comet said like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Don't worry; I know what I'm doing!" And with that, the boy jumped out the hole to the backyard.

Marcia just looked at everything around the room and then at the tentacle that she now had in place of her arm. "I'm doomed."

The next morning, Marcia woke up feeling like absolute garbage. No matter how hard she tried to rest, the stupid Monster Arm kept her from getting her beauty sleep. Not only did it make a lot of noise while flopping around, but the slime/mucus it secreted got on everything! Her sheets and pajamas were both ruined, her hair was a mess, and she looked like a zombie in the mirror.

Her time in the bathroom wasn't any easier. She wanted to take a shower to get the slime off so she could at least look presentable at school. As she took off her clothes and got ready to get in the shower, though, she took one look at the Monster Arm and realized how this could turn out.

"Oh, hell, no," she said to the unwanted appendage. "You're staying outside. I'm not going to have this turn out like some tentacle hentai."

Washing with one arm proved to be a challenge. Because Marcia had to close the door on the Monster Arm, reaching the soap and shampoo became difficult. Trying to use them was even more challenging. She resorted to using her teeth to open the shampoo bottle. At one point, she lost her grip on the bottle and dropped it on the ground. She had to strain to get down to pick it up. However, just as she got it, she felt something tap on her shoulder, making her jump in panic. The good news, it wasn't another person. The bad news, it was the Monster Arm. It then continued flailing about, turning the water up to the highest temperature.

"AHHHHH!" Marcia screamed as she felt herself get scalded.

After finally getting out of the shower of terror, the girl somehow managed to get dressed while looking as boiled like a lobster. All told, she looked miserable, but at least she could enjoy the delicious breakfast in front of her. Then she heard Comet coming down the stairs.

Sighing, Marcia tried to put a smile on her face for her roommate. "Morning, Comet. Did you sleep we- whoa!" Comet didn't look any better than Marcia at the moment. His eyes were blood-shot, he had bags underneath, and he wasn't even wearing his hat properly.

"*Yawn* Morning, Marcia. Morning, Monster Arm. I was up all last night, but I couldn't find a counter-spell. But don't worry, I'm sure I'll be to fix this."

"Please do," Marcia said before she picked up a spoon to enjoy a bowl of Captain Blanche's Sugar Seeds. Suddenly, the Monster Arm whacked the utensil out of her hand, startling her. After this, she tried to grab a donut, only for the Arm to do the same thing. Growling at her breakfast being interrupted, Marcia reached for a banana and, using her teeth to open it, began to eat it. Surprisingly, the tentacle didn't do anything. Marcia slowly took another bite of the banana, with the Arm remaining still.

"*Gasp* You think I'm fat, don't you? That's why you slapped away my cereal and donuts!" Before the thing could even react, Marcia jumped out of her chair and dove right at it. "WHY, YOU LITTLE!" Marcia tackled the tentacle to the ground and used her knees to put it into what she hoped was a chokehold. "I WILL END YOU!"

Comet just watched the whole thing with concern. "Marcy, are you all right?"

"COMET, DO ME A SOLID, CHOP THIS THING OFF, AND JUST MAKE A NEW, LESS JUDGEMENTAL ARM!" Marcia yelled as she tried to keep the tentacle pinned. Unfortunately, it got free and proceeded to make a mess of the entire table, ruining breakfast for them.

The two friends just sat there, looking at the mess made. Finally, Marcia spoke up. "Comet, do me a favor and call the school to tell them that we are unable to attend today. We've got more immediate concerns."

"On it."

Spongebob Narrator: The Next Day.

Comet and Marcia were lucky that Principal Skeeves accepted their excuse for not coming to school. He even said that he wouldn't count it against Marcia's perfect attendance record. However, the rest of their impromptu day off from school had been less than productive.

Comet had shut himself inside his room and started going through the Spell Book, trying to find something that would turn Marcia's arm back to normal. Unfortunately, for all of his excess energy, the boy still had trouble trying to stay awake. Meanwhile, Marcia remained in the backyard where she could practice for the tournament the next day. Thanks to the Arm, she didn't make much progress. The one consolation was that Comet was able to find a spell that gave them eight hours of sleep in a few minutes so that they could get rested enough for the next day.

Late Saturday morning, Comet was sitting nervously in the bleachers as he waited for the rest of his friends to show up and support Marcia. His face lit up when he saw Ferguson, Jackson, and Jonah walk through the front doors, and he waved to them to let them know where their seats were.

"Hey, guys. Glad you could make it here. But where are Alfonso and Karla?" Comet couldn't help but notice that two of their friends were missing.

Ferguson answered him. "Well, Alfonso is at home mourning the loss of his PS5, and Karla probably forgot about it. She does that a lot, so you get used to it."

"Yeah, been meaning to ask. You and Marcy weren't at school for the last two days. And when I tried asking, Alfonso did nothing but cry and babble something about tentacles and broken consoles. You wanna explain what that's about, Comet?" Jonah asked as he took his seat on the bleachers.

"Um, nothing. We just didn't feel like heading into school yesterday. It's not like I screwed up so bad that Marcia refused to attend or anything." Comet flashed the biggest smile possible to keep everyone (except for Ferguson) from learning what he did. Jonah and Jackson saw right through it, though.

"Not buying it, huh?" Comet asked as he dropped his grin.

"Nope." "Not at all."

"Okay, confession time," Comet sighed before continuing. "Marcy broke her arm training for today, and she couldn't stand the idea of this Jeremy guy holding it over her. So I tried using magic to fixing it, but I wound up turning it into this tentacle arm." Jonah and Jackson uttered a light gasp at this news.

"Yeah, and then it wrecked Alfonso's PS5, which sucks," Ferguson added.

"Oh yeah, it also did that," Comet said, affirming the fat boy's comment. "But the worst part is that it's been making Marcia's life miserable; she can't eat anything, she had to throw out her bedsheets, and she's barely gotten any sleep. If I hadn't found a spell that gives a night's worth of sleep in a few minutes, she might have passed out from exhaustion.

Jackson put a reassuring hand on Comet's shoulder. "Hey, man, don't beat yourself up over this. You were just trying to help like at the Football Game, and that's what matters the most." Jackson's comment did make Comet feel a little better; he could see why Marcia liked her besides being athletic and handsome.

"Think of it this way, Comet: your screw up could end up helping Marcia out down the road. Plus, some guys are into that kind of thing, if you know what I mean." Jonah waggled his eyebrows as he said this, causing Jackson to look at him incredulously.

"Gross. Jonah, leave your weird interests out of this."

Jonah simply shrugged at his friend's suggestion. "Look, I've got nothing to hide." Jackson chose to ignore this and focused back on Comet.

"Look, if Marcia's as good as I think she is, then I doubt that she'll let a handicap like this stop her. For now, let's just do our best to support her." Jackson then turned back to the fighting arena to see Marcia's Sensei, Brantley, walking out to address everyone.

"All right, everyone, let's get this tournament started. I want to introduce you to our first competitor, Jeremy Birnbaum!" Sensei Brantley gestured his arm to the right side of the floor, and a figure, standing at about six feet, their face obscured by a blue cloak and flanked by two butlers on either side. One of them was holding out a glass of water for him to drink from, while the other was giving him a shoulder massage.

Okay, I don't even know what this guy looks like, and I already think he's a douche, Comet thought as looked at the sight. He'd seen pompous Nobles who were full of themselves back on Mewni, and this guy was checking off every box on his list.

The figure then snapped his finger, and the butlers stepped back to pull off the cloak, revealing... a kid who was standing on a stool as tall as he was. He looked about eight years old, had blonde hair and blue eyes, and was wearing a karate gi with a black belt and red, fingerless gloves. Comet looked at the kid in confusion as he walked towards the ring with a predatorial grin on his face.

"That's Jeremy Birnbaum?! That's the guy that won't stop hitting on Marcia?" Comet didn't know whether to be shocked by this or straight up laugh. "This has to be some kind of joke. Guys?" He looked at the others, who understood his skepticism but had to confirm the truth.

"Uh-huh. That's him, all right." Jackson confirmed.

"I'd know that brat anywhere," Jonah commented. Even he had dropped his trademark smirk.

"But he's a pipsqueak! I don't get it; why does Marcia get so bent out of shape by him?" Comet asked, trying to connect the dots in his head while Jonah leaned closer to him to explain.

"Well, three reasons: first, the fact that he's already a Black Belt because his parents paid for special training and equipment. Second, because his family's one of the richest in Echo Creek, and he lords that over everyone's heads to get whatever he wants."

"Yeah, I've seen Nobles like him back home who use their status to get their way, no matter how unfair it is," Comet remarked.

"Exactly," Jonah nodded. "Which brings me to the third and final reason: when he started taking Karate classes, he took one look at Marcia and decided that she was going to his woman one day. And since he's used to getting his way, he can't understand that the very thought of him is enough to make her skin crawl."

As if to drive Jeremy's bratty behavior home even further, a woman called out to the boy from the crowd.

"Good luck, son. We love you!" Comet may not have the best relationship with his parents, but he could appreciate seeing a mom cheer her son on.

"Shut it, Mom!" Jeremy shouted back at the woman. And now I hate this guy, Comet thought as he got out his Wand, making Ferg look at him in confusion.

"Um, Comet, what are you-"

"You guys are going to want to hold out your hands," Comet said flatly. He then waved his Wand, and megaphones appeared in the boy's hands along with a banner that said, "Marcia #1."

"KICK HIS ASS, MARCY! SHOW HIM WHAT A REAL FIGHTER'S LIKE!" Comet shouted into a megaphone. The boys needed little encouragement to follow Comet's lead.

"Yeah, what he said, Marcia!" Ferguson hollered.

"You got this, girl!" Jackson added in.

"Tear this kid apart," Jonah chimed in.

Sensei Brantley then continued. "And in this corner, we have his opponent, Marcia Dia- whoa, what the heck?"

The audience turned to look at Marcia. She was a bit more rested thanks to Comet's magic, but it was clear that she was still frazzled by the events of the past few days. The arm flailing around didn't help, either. Still, she was doing her best to look dignified.

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"And, I'm saving that photo for myself," Jonah said as he looked at his phone, only to notice the other guys staring at him. "What? Is it wrong that I think that's hot?"

The boys didn't have to dignify that with a response, though, as Jeremy's voice caught their attention once more.

"Hey, she's got that weird-tentacle thing on her. That's not fair!"

Brantley, though, thought that it looked super cool. "Yeah, it's awesome, isn't it? Anyway, let's get this match started," and motioned for the two to come forward. "Now, I don't want a good, clean match, understand? Good." Sensei then backed away.

"As your future husband, I just want to let you know that I take no pleasure in doing this to you, my dear Marcia," Jeremy cockily said as he got into a fighting stance.

"A: that's never going to happen, pipsqueak, and my man, Jackson, would agree. Isn't that right, Jacks?" Marcia called out to Jackson in the bleachers.

"You got this, Marcy!" Jackson said in encouragement, trying to keep up the act.

"Thanks!" Marcia waved with her regular arm (while trying to keep her blush hidden). "And B: I could beat you with one arm, you little brat."

"Alright, that's enough talking," Sensei said on the sidelines. "FIGHT!" He dropped his hand, and the two combatants began to clash.

Jeremy showed no slouch as a fighter, using his smaller size to get inside Marcia's defenses and deliver a punch-kick combo before she could react. With the Monster Arm lying limp behind her, she wound up tripping over it and falling to the ground.

"Point Birnbaum," Sensei said, with Jeremy laughing in victory.

"So, you ready to give up now?" The 8-year old cockily asked as Marcia got back up.

"Give up? I haven't even started fighting yet," Marcia said while grinning. Jeremy then resumed his offensive, first aiming a punch to Marcia's side, which she instinctively moved to block with her one good arm. This turned out to be playing into Jeremy's hands, though. Right before he connected, he withdrew his fist, and before Marcia could react, she felt a roundhouse kick to her opposite side. The blow almost knocked her over, but she was able to right herself in time. But then Jeremy followed it up with a punch to the gut, causing Marcia to fall to her knees as she tried to catch her breath as her friends looked on.

"Oh, man, I felt that!" Jonah winced.

"Point Birnbaum," Brantley called out, causing Marcia to growl in frustration.

By now, Jeremy was confident that victory was his. Rather than prolong the fight any longer and hurt his future wife (delusional much?), he decided to wrap things up. Crouching down onto his feet, the boy then leaped as high into the air as he could, ready to deliver a final kick to end the fight. He never made it. He found himself blocked by the giant tentacle as it grabbed onto his leg, flinging him to the ceiling and surprising everyone, especially Marcia.

"Point, Diaz," Brantley said as Jeremy got back and looked at his Sensei.

"Are you kidding me? How's that fair when she's got that tentacle arm?" he whined as Sensei looked at it with stars in his eyes.

"As I said, awesome, right?" Brantley was lost in his awe of the arm, while Jeremy just growled in frustration.

"You know what? Just for that, I'm not going to go easy on you any-" The pint-sized martial artist never finished his threat, though. The tentacle grabbed him by the waist and used him to re-enact the "Puny God" scene from The Avengers. Much to the delight of Jonah, who was filming the whole thing.

"Guys, this is going to go viral!"

"Point, Diaz."

As Jeremy lay in a daze on the mat, Marcia approached him with contempt in her eyes. Using the Monster Arm to grab him by the waist, she got him to his feet so she could look him in the eyes.

"This thing has been making my life a nightmare for the past two days, and you still can't beat me? So much for your special lessons, Birnbaum," the girl taunted. "Give up now, and we can walk away from this as equals."

Jeremy responded by punching Marcia right in the kisser, but all that did was make her angry.

"That was a big...wait a minute. That punch was way too hard for you to throw." Using the tentacle to hold him in place, Marcia then tore off Jeremy's glove, revealing him to have a pair of metal coverings on his fist.

"Are those...BRASS KNUCKLES?!" Marcia gasped, making the audience reel back in shock.

"Pfft, as if. These are gold. Nothing but the best," the boy smiled until he realized that he had screwed up. Sensei Brantley walked to Jeremy, his face filled with nothing but disappointment.

"Even when her handicap turned into an unexpected advantage, Marcia was willing to let you go on equal terms. But you came here with malicious intentions. You bring great dishonor onto strip mall dojos everywhere." As if to show his contempt, Sensei then spat to the side before turning to Marcia and holding up her one good arm. "Marcia Diaz is the winner."

The crowd then cheered at this, especially Comet, Jackson, Jonah, and Ferguson, who all came down to congratulate their friend. Jeremy, on the other hand, cursed under his breath and slinked away.

"All right, Marcy!"

"Way to go, girl!"

"Knew you had it in you."

"I so can't wait to tell everyone at school about this!"

Marcia smiled as she looked at her friends, now joined by a sizable part of the crowd, interested by her arm. As she started to bask in the glory of victory, she felt someone rubbing her Monster Arm.

"Jonah, what are you doing?"

"What? It's awesome."

Marcia just smiled. For once, something weird that had happened to her had ended up working out.

I still want to get rid of this thing soon, though. I hate having to shower with one arm.

*Janna's finishing reading the story on Jay's Laptop, with Jay laying atop his fake Presidential Desk watching DevilArtemis on YouTube.*

Janna: so what on Earth made you think that I would have some kind of fetish for tentacles?

Jay: A.) You wanted Marco's tentacle arm to be your boyfriend. B.) It worked for Wandering Hippie. C.) Because you're Janna, and Jonah's a male version of you who's into weirdness.

Janna: Points taken. So how's it going to end up backfiring on Marcia and Comet if it's not at the tournament?

Jay: You'll see in the next chapter. As for Alfonso, he's not going to be getting his PS5 back. Since Sony doesn't have that many due to COVID-19, they're almost impossible to get. I should know: I almost lost my mind trying to snag one on yesterday.

Janna: Did you get it?

Jay: Nope. And I'm not paying those people who bought more than one so they could sell them at unfair prices, so I'm going to wait until Black Friday.

Now it's time for

READER'S REVIEWS!

Guest- I still do not know, to be honest. If you're the same person from before, then I'd recommend making yourself an account so we can talk properly.

Hippie- I didn't "adjust" this chapter, Hippie. I planned on having the events of "School Spirit" turn Skullzy into a troll. And why? Because I thought it would be funnier to give her a legitimate reason to hate Comet.

And thank you for the compliment about the humor. I'm trying to fit in at least one pop culture reference per chapter, and Comet's spells are one of the best ways to do so.

Excellent observation about Star, by the way, and you're right. Moon's failure to balance being a ruler with being a parent caused Star to see being Queen like a prison, which led her to become determined not to end up like Moon. Comet's of the same mindset at the start of this story, and only time will tell if this will change. No spoilers.

Also, when more chapters?

Lord of the Storm- You'll just have to wait and see about Tom's counterpart in this story. And I'm well aware I hit you guys over the head with my explanation; I just wanted to answer a question asked by someone whose name I can't remember.

When more chapters?

And yes, that was my plan. I saw how Hippie included the secondary characters more in his story, and I knew that's what I wanted to do. And I'm going to keep it up as long as possible. To the end of the story, if I can help it.

LockandKey989- Yeah, I felt like it was a very "Comet" thing of him to do.

Now that's it for this chapter. You know what to do: fave and follow this story, and follow me on Twitter (JZ-Gaming), Insta (RJ Writing Ink), and YouTube (Jungoguy).

Come back next Friday to see how things turn out for Marcia! If you need me, I'm going to spend the weekend playing Spider-Man: Miles Morales.