Comet vs The Forces of Evil

by RJWritingInk

Born and raised as the heir to the Kingdom of Mewni, Comet Dragonfly acted like anything but a Prince. So when he finally gets his hands on his family's magic wand, they send him to live and train in another dimension called Earth. With his new best friend, Marcia, by his side, Comet fights the forces of evil and goes on amazing adventures (A Star vs. Genderbent Fanfic)

42. Chapter 38-The Sound of Music, Pt 4

Here's a little secret: besides writing this to give Karla Greason some much-needed development, I wrote this arc with two other goals: to show something really stupid and pay tribute to one of the greatest moments in musical history. And now, we've gotten to the point where we can do all three.

And for those who wanted to see a resolution between Karla and her Dad, I hope you enjoy it!

"Uhhhhh, this sucks."

"Yeah! This really sucks!"

Two teens of an indeterminate species were currently sitting their seats in the Grand Symphonia Stadium. The one on the right had an enlarged head shaped like a peanut and a notable overbite. To his left was a guy with a similar head shape but with a significant underbite. The two boys had eagerly come to the Stadium in the hopes of getting to listen to some kickass music, but the contest was now running half an hour late, and people were starting to get agitated.

"Uhhh, what's with all the waiting. We paid good money to watch this, damn it," the guy with the overbite complained.

"Oh, hey, man. What if, like, this crazy dude decided to crash the contest so that they could show off their own music. That would be kickass, Bunhead!" The underbite guy said to his companion, who promptly slapped him with the back of his hand.

"Shut up, Peabrain. That would suck because that means we won't get to see anything," Bunhead told his compatriot.

"Oh. Oh yeah. Yeah, that would suck. But, I just wish that something would happen, damn it! Or at least they give us a refund!" Peabrain complained.

"Relax, Peabrain. They're going to start the show soon. You'll see. They probably just wanted to make sure everything's, uh, cool."

---

Everything going on backstage was not cool.

The contest to play at the Bounce Lounge had started simple. Around a dozen or so singers, musicians, and musical groups would be auditioning to regularly play at the famed nightclub, with Milly Sparkles herself overseeing everything. But then Prince Comet Dragonfly of Mewni had snuck inside so he could get his friend (and crush) Karla Greason into the competition so she could fulfill her dreams of being a famed music performer/prove to her Dad that it wasn't a waste of time. To make things even worse, though, a group of Monsters from Mewni, led by none other than Ludo, had shown up, separated the Prince from his friends, and taken Milly Sparkles hostage. And to cap it all off, just moments after Comet had run off to look for his friends, Ludo had shown up and taken all of the contestant's hostage! The only ones that currently weren't in a cage at the moment (besides the Monsters) were Karla and her Dad, Carl Greason.

Taking into account how quickly things had begun to deteriorate for her, Karla did the most logical thing at the moment: voice her confusion.

"So, what the Hell is going on right now?"

Ludo ceased all of his villainous gloating and looked at Karla and her Dad with confusion on his face. "Huh? Oh yeah, that's right. You're another one of the Prince's friends. The one with the annoying music and big bird thing. Buff Frog, how the corn did we miss her when the cage dropped?"

Buff Frog shrugged his shoulders to say, "I don't know," to which Ludo merely shrugged in response.

"Meh, it doesn't matter. There's just one of her, and she can't do much without that pet bird," the Avian said, disregarding her as a threat. Turning to his men, he then barked a command. "Minions, seize her and throw her in with the rest!" At this, the Monsters bellowed a mighty war cry and began to charge towards Karla.

"Oh, dang," was all Karla could say as the group of Monsters (Most of which she noted were several times her size) ran right for her. Acting on instinct, Karla held up her keytar as a means of defending herself, not even thinking about the fact that doing so would likely destroy her most prized possession. Fortunately, she didn't have to worry about that. Right before the two-headed Monster known as Dave and Ping Pong could lunge for her, a pair of large, burly fists connected with their heads, sending them falling to the ground in a heap.

"Keep your filthy peter clams away from my little girl!" Mr. Greason yelled at the Monsters as he raised his two fists up in self-defense.

"Oh, come on!" Ludo shouted as he angrily stomped his foot. "Is everyone that knows that royal brat some kind of freak of nature?"

"Dad? What do you think you're doing?"

"I'm protecting my daughter, that's what," her Dad said as he looked back at her. "Now go and find your friends! I'll buy you some time!"

"Dad, now is not the time for heroics. If you stay here, these guys will beat you into the ground!" Karla tried to argue, but her Dad was having none of it.

"Don't argue with me about this, Karla!" Carl said before pointing to the door. "Now go and warn that freaky friend of yours that he needs to get his sorry ass back here!"

"Oh no, you don't!" Ludo yelled at them. "GET THEM! WE CAN'T HAVE THEM WARN THE PRINCE!"

Having overcome their initial shock over the older man K.O.'ing Dave and Ping Pong, the remaining Monsters quickly charged once more. Given their sheer numbers and the fact that most of them were twice or three times his size, Carl knew he had no chance of winning. But it didn't matter to him. All that mattered was making sure his daughter got out of this mess safely.

"CHAAA!"

Too bad Karla didn't see it that way. Using her keytar as a makeshift club, Karla swung at one of the smaller Monsters, a frill-necked lizard man, that sent them flying halfway across the room.

"Stay away from my Dad, you jerks!"

"Karla?!" Mr. Greason yelled. "I told you to get out of here!"

"And I don't have to listen to you! I follow my own rules!"

Before either of them could begin to argue, Ludo's anger reached a new level. "GRRR! GET THEM! GET THEM BOTH!"

The next minute or so was an absolute flurry of events as the two humans struggled to fight off the various Monsters. Mr. Greason wouldn't stop punching and kicking at the guys, which was effective on a few of them at first. However, unlike Marcia, whose attacks were precise and disciplined, his fighting style was far wilder and could be seen coming a mile away. Nevertheless, it didn't take Buff Frog long to coordinate with his comrades and begin to push the adult human back.

Karla did little better. Unlike several of her friends, she wasn't a fighter. Instead, she was just swinging around her keytar, desperately trying to keep the bad guys away from her. She did have the sense to use some of the spare instruments and junk lying around as weapons, which did help, but there was only so much she could do without Comet or the others backing her up. Before long, she found herself getting cornered by Spike Balls and the Giraffe-Man.

"Hey, buddy, didn't you say that this kid's giant pet bird freaked you out?" Spike Balls asked his long-necked partner in crime, to which the humanoid giraffe nodded in assent. "So, you want to do the honors, then?" Giraffe-Man grinned as he clenched his fists before throwing a punch at Karla, who only barely managed to dodge it in time.

"Whoa, there! Careful, man. There's a lot of stuff for you to trip on, especially with that big neck of yours," Karla said in response. In response to this seeming taunt, the humanoid giraffe continued to glare at Karla, but then he got a wicked look on his face. The next thing that Karla knew, the Monster's neck began to bend and retract into itself, steadily growing smaller and smaller, much to Spike Balls' dismay.

"Aw, dude! Next time warn us when you're going to use that trick! It's super weird to look at!" Spike Balls said as he tried to cover his eyes with his giant hands, to little success.

"Um, why? What's he going to-OOOOFFFF!" As Karla was too busy wondering what the Hell was happening, she failed to notice when the Giraffe-Man began to shoot his neck forward like a spring. He managed to hit Karla dead center in the chest, sending her flying into the nearby wall with a loud thud that people could hear across the entire room. The pain that Karla felt on impact was absolutely intense. Her entire back felt like it was on fire from the stinging sensation, and she had to struggle to keep from passing out in shock as she fell to the floor. But that was nothing compared to what was currently going through her head. Right before the Monster's spring-loaded attack hit her, she had reflexively held up the nearest object to blunt the oncoming attack. In this case: her prized keytar.

What happened next was a blur. Karla swore that she could hear her Dad call out her name, only to be silenced not long afterward. That mattered little to Karla, though as she began to feel her consciousness slip away. There was only one thing that was going through her head at the moment:

Mom...I'm sorry.

---

"Come on, you stupid door! Open already!" Marcia shouted as she tried for the umpteenth time to get out of her makeshift jail cell. Finally, after getting herself locked inside by Ludo, she decided that she couldn't sit around and wait for Comet to help her. So, she spent the last several minutes trying to use any pieces of furniture that she could find as makeshift battering rams to break the door down. However, they were of little help, though. Apparently, whatever Ludo had used to block the way out was either very durable, or there was a shitload of it because that door was not budging an inch!

After a while, Marcia had become desperate enough that she was resorting to using her shoulders to break the door, but all that did was make her shoulder hurt like crazy.

"Damn it, this sucks!" Marcia said, cursing her misfortune. "I couldn't convince Milly Sparkles, Ludo's running around and probably trying to take over the Stadium as part of some crazy plan to get Comet's Wand. And to top it all off, I can't do anything BECAUSE I'M STUCK IN THIS STUPID ROOM!"

Yelling in frustration, Marcia began to bang her fists on the door, not out of an attempt to get out of her impromptu prison, but simply to vent the sheer levels of frustration that she was feeling.

"Well, Marcia Ulberta Diaz, now that we've established how thoroughly screwed I am at the moment, at least I can acknowledge that things can't get any worse."

"You really shouldn't say things like that, you know."

Caught off-guard by the sudden, all-too-familiar voice, Marcia let out a small "Eep!" Her eyes began to dart around the room, wondering where the voice was coming from, only to find nothing.

"And now I'm starting to hallucinate Jonah's voice. Just-just great! I'm having a nervous breakdown!" Marcia threw her hands in the air in frustration as she felt the stress of the day begin to wear on her sanity.

"Um, I don't know about that, Diaz. Look up here." The voice said again. For whatever reason, Marcia decided to indulge the delusion and did as the voice asked, looking up at the ceiling...only for her eyes to brighten when she saw who was looking back down at her.

"Jonah!" She cried out in joy. Which, admittedly, was an emotion that she never thought she'd experience when she saw Jonah Ordonia. "How the Hell did you get up there?"

"Oh, I have my ways. Now look out below!" Without even waiting for Marcia to move, Jonah then jumped down from the ceiling tile that he'd been speaking from before nimbly landing on his feet. "Do not worry, Milady. Your knight in-"

"Jonah, finish that sentence, and I will pound you!" Marcia said, holding up her fist to emphasize that she was serious. "Now, where the hell have you been?"

"It's actually an interesting story, Marcia," another voice said, though this one sounded like music to Marcia's ears. She craned her head to look up at the ceiling once more and saw, to her joy, the face of Jackson Lee Thomas. "Hey, girl! You would not believe what's happened to us in the last few minutes," Jackson said before jumping down to join the other two.

"Try me, Thomas," Marcia dared him.

"Well, after we took care of the guards in front of the control room, Jonah and I decided to hide the guard somewhere no one could find him..." Jackson began.

"And just as we were about to find the perfect hiding spot, a bunch of Ludo's dime-store dummies came out of nowhere and ambushed us!" Jonah proclaimed. "And they were tough, too! But, thankfully, I was able to hold them all off single-handedly until one of them took Jackson hostage and forced us to surrender," he finished his sentence with a smirk.

Marcia took one look at Jonah, then Jackson, and knew right away that Jonah was full of it. "Okay, Jackson. What really happened?" Marcia asked her more trustworthy comrade.

"We stopped to use the bathroom, and a bunch of Ludo's Monsters caught us with our flies down," the boy casually admitted.

"Killjoy," Jonah muttered. "Anyway, it turns out that Ludo's guys got here right before we did and started taking out all the security like ninja's. Guess that explains why we didn't run into a lot of them. They ended up throwing us into a storage closet with the rest of the security guards. sadly, this goat-turtle thing took my taser and supplies for conducting alchemy."

"And my U-Board," Jackson added.

"And Jackson's U-Board. Fortunately, I figured out another way to do alchemy."

"How did you do that? And why is your hand bleeding?" Marcia had only just now noticed that there was blood dripping from Jonah's right hand.

"It's how I was able to perform alchemy to get out of there. Turns out, as long as I've got something to make the transmutation circle, the alchemy will work. So I used my own blood to make a crude transmutation array, used that to break down the door, and free us all."

"Wait. If you did all of that, then why did you come in through the air vents or ceiling?" Marcia asked, not following the weird boy's logic.

"Simple. Entering that way is cooler, and I've always wanted to do that," Jonah said as a matter of factly as he knelt onto the ground and began to use some more of his blood to draw another transmutation circle on the floor.

"Of course you did," Marcia said, feel herself sweatdrop.

"Anyway, after we freed the guards, they said that they were going to go find Milly Sparkles and retake control of the Stadium. So we went to look for Comet and let him know what's going on, and that's when we heard you banging on the door like a maniac." Jonah said, not even bothering to look up at Marcia as he continued to draw the transmutation circle on the floor.

"Well, thanks for the help, Jonah," Marcia said, trying not to sound sarcastic as she did so. "Now, if you don't mind, I'm going to go find Comet so we can figure out our next move," Marcia told the two boys as she tried to find something that would help reach the opening in the ceiling that they had made. "Oh, and make sure that this doesn't ruin Karla's chances of winning. That's also important."

"Yeah, about that, Marcia..." Jackson said. Marcia could tell right away that whatever it was Jackson wanted to say, it couldn't be good.

"Don't tell me. Ludo's got some crazy-ass plan to get the Wand," Marcia deadpanned.

"Yep," Jackson said.

"What could that little jerk possibly be planning now?" Marcia wondered aloud.

"Well, we might have overheard a few of his guys talking about getting an army of people to completely overwhelm Comet," Jackson told her. "Though, truthfully, I don't understand how he's going to pull that off," the skater boy admitted.

"Well, if I were Ludo, I'd probably find a way to hypnotize that giant crowd of people out there and sic'em on Comet," Jonah nonchalantly said as he neared the completion of his array. When he looked up to find both of his compatriots were staring at him like he was crazier than usual, he tilted his head in confusion. "What? I mean, think about it. He takes the staff, and everyone else here hostage separates us from our friend/leader figure, and then broadcasts some kind of subliminal song that will turn all those people into mindless drones to attack Comet. And he won't use the full extent of his magic on them because he's too afraid of hurting them, thus letting Ludo get the Wand. It's what I'd do if I were a would-be conquerer with a Napoleonic Complex."

Marcia and Jackson stared at Jonah as he went back to work and then stared at each other. Then, finally, they both realized that Jonah was right on the money, no matter how much neither wanted to admit it. As they made this connection, though, another realization dawned on Marcia.

"Al and Ferg..." Marcia whispered to herself.

"I'm sorry, Marcia. What was that you were saying?" Jackson asked her.

"Jackson, Jonah, we need to get to the control room right now. If I'm right, then our friends are likely being held captive there right now by Ludo's goons."

"What makes you say that?" Jackson questioned her sudden rationale.

"Also, did you really just use the word 'goons'?" Jonah asked.

"Not now, Jonah!" Marcia snapped, not in the mood for him to question her use of words. "Is that thing ready or not?"

"Just about done," Jonah said as he completed the array. "All right, you guys are going to want to stand back. I'd hate to have you get caught in the crossfire." Jonah then slapped his hands together as he conjured the image of what he wanted to create inside his head. Then, with lightning speed, he slammed his hands down onto the transmutation circle, causing it to crackle to life with energy. Marcia and Jackson wisely stepped back as they watched what was transpiring before their eyes. Suddenly, it seemed as if the ground itself had come to life. It began to twist and mold and transform until it finally took on the shape of a fist. A fist that then rushed towards the door at an incredible speed, connecting with it with a deafening crash! When the teens opened their eyes once more, the door was little more than a pile of splinters lying on the floor, amidst a stack of furniture that Ludo's Army had set up to barricade Marcia inside.

"Holy shit, that stuff is powerful," Jackson said in shock.

"This is the second time I've seen him do that, and I'm still in shock," Marcia said in response.

"You ladies going to stand there gawking, or you going to get a move on?" Jonah asked them as he made his to the door. "If Marcia's right, then we gotta go save Alfonso and Ferguson's asses."

"He's right. Come on, boys! We've gotta save this place before it's too late!" Marcia said as she led the boys out of the dressing room into the hallways towards the control room, hoping that they weren't too late.

---

"Woo-hoo! This is the best!" Ludo shouted as he proceeded to whiz around the green room on his newly-acquired U-Board, having the time of his life while everyone else looked on.

After managing to subdue Comet's strange friend with the fangs and the big guy in the blue coveralls, Ludo ordered his Monsters to keep a close eye on everyone inside the cage. He wanted to make absolutely sure that they couldn't escape. At least not until his-Toffee's plan couldn't be stopped. He had already personally seen that the Prince's guide was trapped inside the dressing room with no way out. Not wanting to leave anything to chance, though, he sent a few Monsters to locate the remaining security guards along with whatever other friends Comet had brought with him. A few minutes after throwing the fanged girl and fat man in the cage with everyone else, Tyler the goat turtle came back with the best news. They managed to subdue the Demon Child and the freckled boy and took their stuff! He gave the Demon Child's tools to Buff Frog while he proceeded to mess around with the U-Board. All told, Ludo was feeling very confident with how things were going.

"You know, it's funny, Buff Frog," Ludo said as he whizzed overhead. "I know that I said I didn't want this plan to involve taking anyone captive. I mean, look how that went for us the last two times we tried that. But after everything that's happened so far, I'm feeling very confident about things. So guess the third time really is the charm, right?" Ludo asked his lieutenant.

"Da, master," Buff Frog nodded in response before deciding to voice what was on his mind. "But should we not be worrying about Prince Comet? He remains free, and we have not been able to find him."

"Oh, don't you worry, Buff Frog," Ludo told the Frog Man. "By the time we run into him, it'll already be too late for him to stop us."

"Okay, I'm only asking this because I got nothing better to do, but what the hell are you going on about, Tweety?" Carl Greason asked as he shook the bars of the cage in a vain attempt to free himself. "What's this got to do with any of us?"

"You? Oh, absolutely nothing," Ludo admitted as he brought himself down to eye-level with Mr. Greason. "I just don't want any of you idiots getting in my way as I seize the Dragonfly Family's Wand." Ludo then turned to point at Karla, who had been sitting in the corner, not saying anything. "Her, on the other hand? She's in there so that she can interfere with my plans."

"Look, mister, uh, Ludo was it? I don't know what you got against that stuck-up brat, but in case you haven't noticed, I'm not a big fan of Comet, either," Carl told the Avian. "In fact, I want nothing more than to keep him out of me and my daughter's lives. So, if you could just let us out of here and give us a way back to Earth, then we'll happily let you do whatever you want with that little shit." Carl extended an arm outside of the cage towards Ludo. "So, uh, do we have a deal or what?" Carl flashed the tiny birdman his best smile, hoping that he would listen to him.

Ludo looked at the human's hand, then at Carl himself, before answering. "Tempting offer, especially considering how you seem to hate Comet as much as I do. But no; anyone affiliated with the Prince of Mewni is an enemy of Ludo!"

Carl's smile gave way to frustration as he went back to shaking the bars of the cage. "Come on, man. Just let us out of here!"

"Nope, don't think so," Ludo said as he went back to enjoying his U-Board. Just then, he heard a voice come over his walkie-talkie, making him stop mid-air and pick it up. "Yes?"

"Boss, it's us," Beard Deer said on the other side of the line. "We've secured the control room and have everything set up. So we're ready to start when you are."

"Excellent. I will make my way to the stage. When I give the signal, you know what to do."

"Yes, sir," Beard Deer replied before hanging up the Walkie Talkie, letting static crackle on the other side while Ludo smiled before looking at the assembled Monster.

"All right, boys, it's almost showtime! Buff Frog, you, Giraffe Man, Dave, and Ping Pong are with me. The rest of you, watch over these music lovers and make sure that they don't try anything. If the royal brat shows up, stall him."

"Da, master," Buff Frog said before motioning for everyone else to follow him and their leader as they made their way to the exit that would take them to the main stage. Once they had all left, Carl got up from where he'd been sitting before making his way past the other contestants to his daughter.

"Okay, Karla," he whispered as he got down on one knee, making sure that the remaining Monsters couldn't hear him. "Here's the plan. First, we're going to find a way to pry open these bars. Then, we'll take the rest of these freaks by surprise and knock them out cold. After that, you and I will make a run for it and try and find a way to get home. You got it, Karla?" He asked as he looked around for anything that they could use to break free. However, while he was doing so, he failed to hear any response from his daughter. "Karla? Did you hear what I just said?" he asked again. Still no response. She just kept staring at the ground in front of her, not even bothering to face her Dad.

As he felt the frustration at being ignored by his daughter begin to mount, Carl placed a firm hand on her shoulder before leaning forward. "Karla, what on Earth could be so important that you're ignoring-" the rest of the sentence died inside of Mr. Greason's mouth once he saw what she'd been looking at. Laying there was her daughter's keytar, her most prized possession, and a gift from her late Mother, in a broken heap. It had this giant dent in the center with several keys either caved in or jutting out at twisted angles. In addition, some of the plastic casing had fallen off, exposing the wires and sound-boards underneath, revealing them to be cracked and damaged, as well. Upon closer inspection, Carl saw a giant crack running right down the middle of the instrument that threatened to split it in half.

Oh no, Mr. Greason thought as he looked on in shock. It sickened him to see what had happened. Even though Carl had made it no secret that he wanted Karla to give up on her notions of playing music for a living, he never said anything about the keytar, not once. How could he? He knew how much it meant to his daughter, how it was one of the few reminders she had left of his late wife, Nancy Greason. So, regardless of what he thought about Karla's aspirations, he had never even considered getting rid of the keytar. Seeing it a broken heap, likely beyond repair, made all the frustration he'd been feeling towards Karla for the past few days instantly vanish. Instead, his fatherly instincts kicked in as he went to see if his daughter was alright.

"Karla? Are you-?" For the second time in as many minutes, Carl's sentence died before it could leave his mouth. Karla just lay there on the ground, not saying a word as she silently let the tears stream from her unseen eyes. Seeing his daughter, his strong-willed, stubborn, and independent daughter, so broken that she didn't even have the strength to sob, broker her Father's heart. "Oh, Karla," Carl sadly said as he struggled to keep his own emotions in check. "I'm so sorry, sweetie," he said, consoling her as he tried to think of something, anything, to make her feel better! "Look, it doesn't look so bad, sweetie," Carl said as he glanced down at the broken instrument. "Maybe when we get home, we can find someone who can fix it for you. I'm sure that we can find someone online, or maybe someone in town who can-"

"Why do you even care?" Karla quietly questioned, making Carl pause.

"I'm sorry, what did you say?" Carl asked, wanting to make sure he heard his daughter correctly.

"I asked why do you even care? I mean, isn't this what you wanted?" Karla raised her head to finally look her Dad in the eyes. "You're the one who wanted me to give up on my musical dreams. Well, congrats, now I have no choice but to throw in the towel. I can't do anything without an instrument, after all."

"Karla, I uh, I didn't want this to happen," Carl tried to awkwardly explain.

"Did you, though? Because this seems like the kind of thing that you would be overjoyed about. I would finally give up on my quote-unquote 'unrealistic dreams' and focus on my studies so that I get a good, well-paying career and never have to worry about living in poverty for the rest of my life, unlike you guys."

"Karla!"

"Well, it's true, Dad! I know about how much you and Mom had to give up so that you could make sure I had enough food to eat and a bed to sleep in. You didn't want me to live like that, so instead, you kept pushing me to choose a path in life that I may not have wanted for myself."

"Karla, I'm only doing that because I love you, and I just want you to be happy with your life," Mr. Greason tried to explain.

"I was happy, Dad!" Karla shouted, drawing the other people's attention in the cage and even a few of the Monsters standing guard. "I was happy with how things were. I know that we didn't have much, but we had each other. We would work together, play together, and joke around together. Yeah, there were times when I always wished that we could do more things, but as long as I had the two of you, I didn't mind how things were. We had each other, and I had my dreams." Karla then paused before continuing. "You know, whenever I dreamt of becoming a famous performer, standing in front of a crowd of thousands and playing to my heart's content, I always imagined the two of you would be standing off to the side, watching me and cheering me on. And after Mom died, I wanted you to believe in me as much as she did. But instead, all you did was try and talk me out of doing what I loved."

"It wasn't just about me, Dad. This was about Mom, too. She used to tell me how she wanted to grow up to be a famous music performer, but that she never could. And that she thought that I could do what she couldn't. So when she died, I kept playing despite everyone saying I had zero talent because I wanted to make Mom proud, wherever she is. It was my way of keeping her memory alive, but you wouldn't even let me do that. You wouldn't even let me remember Mom the way I wanted to. So, are you happy now, Dad? I can't even remember Mom now."

Carl was at a complete loss of words. He had always known that Karla had missed her Mom, but he didn't realize that it was to this extent. And the more that he listened to Karla talk about her, the more his own memories of Nancy began to surface. The way she smiled in the face of adversity, how her eyes sparkled when she riding on her motorcycle or singing karaoke, and how proud she was of Karla when she first picked up an instrument. All those precious memories came flooding back to him, to the point where it felt like they were going to drown him in a sea of bittersweet nostalgia. Yet, in that instant, Carl Greason knew what he to do.

"Karla," Carl said, speaking in the softest and most sincere tone that he muster. "I never wanted you to forget about your Mom. I would never want you to forget about her! She meant the world to me, just like we meant the world to her. Like how you mean the world to me! I just...I just didn't want you to end up making the same mistakes that she did, is all."

Karla sniffled in confusion. "What?" Carl sheepishly scratched the back of his head.

"I, uh, I should've told you this a long time ago, sweetie. But after your Mom died, I just couldn't find it in my heart to do so," Mr. Greason shamefully admitted. "You know that when your Mom was your age, she dreamed of being a bigshot musician or singer, but she couldn't make it, right?" Karla nodded her head. "Well, there's more to the story than you know." Carl winced as he remembered when Nancy had first told him. "It wasn't long after we had started dating that I began to ask about her past. Where she came from, who her family was. But she would always get this weird look on her face and say that she didn't want to talk about it. Well, one day, she decided to talk about it. It turns out her family had never supported her dreams of breaking into the music business. So, when she was only a few years older than you, she decided to walk out on them altogether. She ended up traveling the country, trying to find someone who would listen to her music. But no one would. Soon, she started to run out of money, and she couldn't go back to her family. So she had to do a lot of things to survive. Things that were...less than moral. Or even safe. She fell into a bad crowd for a while and became part of a bike gang."

"She did?"

"Yeah. She did. That's actually how we first met. She wanted me to fix her bike so that she could catch up with the rest of her pals. But after we met, she decided to turn over a new leaf. And when we had you, she was determined to make sure that you could have everything in life that she never could." Mr. Greason then looked her daughter in the eyes again as he continued. "She wanted you to succeed in the music business for your own sake. But I think, on some level, she was hoping that seeing you being successful would be the best way to prove to everyone that she hadn't wasted her life. But then, she got sick. And when she was sitting in that hospital bed dying, she told me how all of the hopes and dreams that she tried to pass on to you, how none of them mattered anymore."

"She, she said that?"

"Yeah, kiddo," Mr. Greason nodded. "She told me that she didn't want you to end up a failure like herself. That in the end, she would've been happy with what you chose to do with your life so long as it made you happy. That was, uh, that was what she said to me before...you know."

Now it was Karla's turn to be at a complete loss of words. "Dad, I..."

"Listen, Karla. I'm sorry that I wasn't there for you when you needed me the most," Mr. Greason said, cutting her off. "I'm sorry that I didn't try and encourage you like your Mom would've, and instead tried to give up on what you wanted to do. I thought I was doing what Nancy wanted. Stopping you from making the same mistakes she did, making sure you found something that would make you happy to do. But I guess I was wrong." Mr. Greason then leaned in close to look at his daughter. "Karla, does doing this really that much to you? Tell me the truth."

Without a second of hesitation, Karla nodded her head. "It does, Dad. I'm not just doing this for Mom. I'm doing this for me because I love doing it. And so do all of my friends."

"I have to admit, you've got some pretty amazing friends, sweetie," Carl confessed. "Even that weird bug kid. You should have heard him grill me earlier. I never thought that I'd see a teenage bug boy lecture a grown man on how to be a good parent, but he proved me wrong."

Karla couldn't help but chuckle at this, even though the tears continued to fall. "He's not really a bug boy, Dad. And that was just one time."

"Whatever you say, sweetie," Carl said as he leaned forward and wrapped her daughter in a hug. "I love you, Karla. I may not always agree with what you want to do in life, but I will never stop loving you, understand?"

"I understand, Daddy," Karla said as she gladly returned the hug, which made everyone else in the room go "awww" in response. Even Ludo's men!

"Oh my gosh, that is so sweet!" Lobster Claws said as he tried to keep the tears from coming out of his eyestalks.

"I wish I had hands so that I could wipe my eyes right now, man," Spike Balls admitted as he felt himself get misty-eyed.

"Shut up, punks! We're having a moment here," Carl yelled at them, not wanting to hear the commentary. "Now, come on. Let's think of some way to get out of here so you can get on stage and show these chumps what you're made of."

"But Dad, I don't have an instrument anymore, and I'm pretty sure that this place is crawling with Ludo's guys," Karla told him.

"Karla, do you remember what your Mom always told you?" Mr. Greason asked her, making a wave of realization wash over her.

"You're right. There's still a way out of this. We just have to figure out how."

"Uhh, I wouldn't want to leave that cage if I were you guys," Lobster Claws suddenly said, making the Greason's and everyone else inside of the cage look at him in confusion.

One member of the other musical groups competing, a Woolett that was clad in psychedelic clothes and headwear that looked straight out of 1960s America, spoke up at this. "Hey, mate. What exactly do you mean by that?" the Woolett asked in an, oddly enough, British accent.

"Oh, you'll see..." Man Arm told them. At that exact moment, the intercoms came to life across the entire Stadium.

"If I could have everyone's attention, please?" Ludo's voice echoed across the Stadium.

"Uh oh. Not again," Karla said, as she knew where this was headed.

---

"I know that many of you have been waiting patiently for this musical contest to begin, but I'm afraid I've got some bad news," Ludo said into the microphone as he and his posse walked on stage, much to the crowd's confusion. "Unfortunately, Milly Sparkles, the famed owner of the Bounce Lounge, has suddenly come down with an allergic reaction to some flowers someone had sent to her dress room. As such, she will be unable to host today's contest and asked that it be postponed."

The entire crowd began to groan and complain at this. The number of people who started to boo and hiss at the Monsters on stage was almost deafening.

"Now, now, no need to panic. To make up for this, we have prepared a series of music videos to entertain you for the remainder of the contest's time. And they're filled with the kind of music that's guaranteed to get stuck inside your heads!" The crowd began to look around in confusion as he said this, not even hearing him quietly say something else: "Forever." Ludo then turned to the screen behind and shouted one thing: "All right, boys! HIT IT!"

---

Beard Deer, Bearicorn, Big Chicken, and Potato Baby had been watching everything happening on stage inside the control room. Once they got the signal for Ludo, they were ready to play their part.

"You got it, boss man," Bear Deer said as he finished setting everything up on the controls before pressing the play button to begin broadcasting the contents of the disc that Toffee had given them.

"Oh, this isn't going to be good," Ferguson said as he sat in his corner of the room with Alfonso and the talking steer in red suspenders, with the three other Monsters towering over them so that they couldn't get away.

"I know. I think I'm going to miss my lunch because of this," the steer said, much to the boy's dismay.

---

Back on the stage, static began to crackle on the screen as it began to come to life, while Ludo looked on with a wicked grin on his face. Then, just when things couldn't get any stranger, they did. A giant version of Ludo's head, wearing hypnotizing red glasses and set against a swirling, hypnotic background, appeared on every screen in the Grand Sypmhonium Stadium without any warning and began to sing.

"~My name is Ludo,

And you'll do what I say,

Whoop whoop!

My name is Ludo,

And you'll do what I say,

Whoop whoop!~"

The video consisted of nothing else besides this single verse, playing over and over and over again. Without any signs of stopping! And as all the occupants in the Stadium watched or listened to this video, they had...different reactions to it.

---

Comet, who'd been running like crazy around the Stadium trying to find any sign of Ludo or his friends, came to a screeching stop when he heard the music begin to play throughout the structure, thoroughly confused.

"What in corn's name is going on? How is that even a plan, Ludo?" However, his confusion proved to be the least of his problems as a realization dawned on him. If Ludo was on stage broadcasting whatever...this was, then that meant...

"Oh, Seven Hells. Karla!" Realizing that he'd just gotten played by Ludo of all people, Comet quickly backpedaled and ran all the way back to the green room.

In the green room itself, Karla, her Dad, and the other aspiring musicians and singers looked at each other in utter confusion as they listened to the video being played on loop.

"Seriously? Your leader's big plan is to give everyone a massive earworm?" Karla asked, not knowing whether she should be annoyed or concerned over how catchy that song was.

Jonah, meanwhile, wouldn't stop grinning as he followed Marcia and Jackson back to the control room.

"Jonah, I swear to God, if you say that you called it, I am going to make you regret the day you were born," Marcia angrily snarled at him. Jonah could've kept his mouth shut, but he couldn't resist ribbing Marcia some more.

"Anyone ever tell you that you look adorable when you're angry?" He teased, making her growl at him even more than she already was.

"Don't let him get to you, Marcy," Jackson said, calming her down. "Besides, if this is really the best that Ludo can come up with, then I don't think we've got anything to worry about."

"Yeah. Yeah, you're right, Jackson," Marcia said, grateful at the boy for being able to keep her from trying to throttle Jonah. "There's no way that this stupid plan's going to work."

---

Ludo's stupid plan was totally beginning to work. At first, everyone in the audience had acted utterly confused as they tried to process what the Hell was going on. But after listening to this song for less than a minute, a change began to take hold. First, some of the audience members began to unconsciously hum the tune. Then they moved up to whistling it. And before long, scores of people had started to repeat the words on loop.

"His name is Ludo, and we'll do what he says, whoop whoop!"

"Yes, yes!" Ludo cried in excitement. "It's working!"

"Huh. It's actually working," Buff Frog said without even thinking. He had honestly not expected something this dumb would actually end up succeeding.

Not far away, in the green room, everyone being held captive by Ludo had already gotten fed up with the song. They were lying on the ground, covering their ears in agony as they tried to tune out the increasingly annoying music.

"Dude, this song is like, inside my head!" This one anthropomorphic horseman in a black tank top and tan shorts complained as he held his hooves over his ears.

"Bogus, man!" His companion in black shorts and a tan tank top said in response.

"I think I found the one song that's more annoying than 'Surfin' Bird,' Karla," Mr. Greason tried to joke over the din.

"Is this what it was like for everyone when they heard my music?" Karla asked aloud, now having a better understanding as to why people acted like their ears were bleeding when they used to hear her play. "Please, God. If you're going to step in and help us, then now's the time," Karla said, praying that whoever was up there in charge of existence would take pity on them.

While no one could be sure if it was due to coincidence or divine intervention, the door to the green room was suddenly kicked open, revealing a panting, and pissed-off, Comet Dragonfly.

"It's the Prince! Get him!" Boo Fly shouted as he buzzed his way towards the boy, only for said Prince to immediately raise his Wand and shout something about super glue. The next thing the talking fly knew, he was slamming into the back wall in a giant pile of glue.

Spike Balls, Tyler the turtle goat, and Lobster Claws fared little better, either, but this time, they at least had a plan in place. Lobster Claws tried to rush at him from one side while Spike Balls used his namesake to try and keep the Prince pinned in place. Simultaneously, Tyler ducked inside his turtle shell and began spinning on the ground at an incredible speed, whizzing towards Comet. Despite the odds being stacked against him, though, Comet didn't falter. Instead, turning on the balls of his feet, he cried out, "Jellybean hallucination mist!" and began to cover the three Monsters in this strange mist made out of jellybeans, stopping them dead in their tracks.

"Whoaaaaa," Lobster Claws said as he tried to get his bearings, only to look down at his claws and realize that they were no longer claws. Instead, they'd become a bunch of tentacles. "OH MY CORN, WHAT'S HAPPENING TO ME?!"

"No! NO! GET AWAY FROM ME, YOU EVIL VEGGIE MONSTERS!" Spike Balls started shouting as he tried to swat at his feet, coming dangerously close to hitting Comet and the other Monsters in the process.

Oh, and Tyler was "baaing" something about the Universe being a hologram and how we were all cosmic lambs to the slaughter. Regardless, they were all down for the count, leaving Comet free to make his way to the cage.

"Hey, guys!" Comet said as he cheerfully greeted everyone. "Did you miss me?"

Mr. Greason gave him a very deadpan stare as a result of his question. "Look, kid, can you just get us out of here so we can get rid of that stupid song. I'm close to losing it!" he complained as the song continued to play amidst all the chaos.

"On it. RAINBOW STRONG ARMS!" A pair of giant, rainbow-colored arms then shot out of Comet's Wand before making their way towards the cage. With a tug of their wrists, the two arms proceeded to bend two of the bars in half, creating a gap that was big enough for the cage's occupants to squeeze on out of there.

"Saddle up, folks!" A talking dog dressed in a cowboy get-up. "We have ourselves a good ol' fashioned jailbreak!" Cheering in response, all of the contestants begin to file out of the cage while the Monsters continued to act completely wasted while Boo Fly could only watch helplessly as the plan seemed to be falling apart. The Greason family was the last to leave, though, with Karla, in particular, being very reluctant to do so. This was something that did not go unnoticed by Comet.

"Hey, Karla, what gives? I thought that you'd be happier to be out of-oh." That's when Comet saw what Karla had in her hands: the broken remains of her beloved keytar. "Karla, your keytar! What happened to it?"

"Ludo," Karla solemnly said. "One of his guys got the drop on me after you left. If I hadn't used this thing to shield myself, though, I would've gotten hurt a lot more," she admitted. Even after she's gone, my Mom's still looking out for me, Karla thought to herself, silently thanking her Mom for looking out for her from beyond the grave. "This old girl served me well over the years, but now it's time for her to rest." Karla could feel her Father's hand on her shoulder as she said this, making her smile.

On the other hand, Comet failed to notice the tender moment he had helped create between Father and daughter. Any feelings that he may have had about were currently overshadowed by his sheer rage over the fact that Ludo had destroyed his friend's most prized possession. There was now only one thought going through his head at the moment: payback.

"Karla," he calmly said as he struggled to keep his anger in check. "I ran into Marcia and the others while I was on my way back here. According to them, Ludo's guys took over the control room and have Alfonso and Ferg with them as they broadcast this stupid song, so they're going to retake it. So I'm going to go to the stage and teach Ludo a lesson about messing with my friend's stuff. Come find me when everything's done."

"Wait, what are you-?" Before Karla could even have a chance to process what the dude was saying, Comet had already darted outside of the room, making a beeline towards the stage. And, unknown to him, Ludo's trap.

"Oh, that's not good." Mr. Greason said as he saw the kid recklessly charge off on the warpath. "He's going to get himself killed."

"Come on, we have to help him," Karla said, getting ready to rush after him, only for her Dad to hold her back.

"Now, hold on for a moment, sweetie!" He sternly told her as she tried to rush after her friend.

"Dad, you can't be serious! Even after everything we just talked about, you're still against me helping Comet out?" Karla admonished her Father.

Mr. Greason shook his head in response. "Now, I never said anything like that. I'm just asking you to think about this. What good will you running after him do in the end? Nothing, that's what! As thing's stand now, you'll only get in his way. Besides," he paused before he continued thinking, "something tells me that little chicken man and his friends aren't the only ones that he'll have to be concerned with."

"Dad, I'm not following what you're-"

"The music, Karla! That little bird guy's playing this stupid music so he can turn everyone out there into his mindless zombies. And when that's done, all he has to do is sit back and watch as your friend gets overwhelmed."

"R-really? That's Ludo's whole plan? Use some crappy music to brainwash everyone into going after Comet?"

"Wow, that's super lame," a singer who was dressed like a fusion of Michael Jackson and Prince commented.

"Yo, man, that's bogus," the two humanoid horsemen commented. "Not cool."

"Yeah, it's like one of the oldest evil villain plots in the book," Carl commented. "But it's also one of the easiest to counter," he swiftly pointed out.

"Oh yeah, that's right," Karla said as the realization dawned on her. "All we have to do is drown that lame-ass song out with better music!" As soon as she said that, though, her face sunk again. "But wait. My keytar's busted, and I'm pretty sure Ludo took all of the instruments, so how are we going to do this?"

"Now, hold on, little lady," the leader of the band of cowboy dogs said. "That little varmint may have taken everything that we had on hand, but that doesn't mean we don't got more tucked away."

"He's right, mate. We all brought backups that we're keeping in a nearby storage closet. So we might even have something that you can use if you want," the hippie Woolett told Karla.

Karla tilted her head in confusion. "Me? Why me?"

"Young lady." someone else spoke up, a being who, of all things, resembled a spider wearing a tuxedo. He even had white gloves on all eight of his limbs and monocles over his extra eyes. "We all heard what you and your Father said to each other. Now, you may be young, and your choice in attire may be a bit questionable-"

Mr. Greason wanted to say something about that, but he chose to keep his mouth shut and let the arachnid man continue to speak.

"-but after hearing what you had to say, there can be no doubt how much the power of music means to you. Not just regarding your departed Mother, but how much it means to you personally. And I think for everyone here when I say that you have the heart of a musical artist. And there is no one else here better suited to stopping that vile little troglodyte than yourself." All of the other contestants nodded in affirmation. "Whatever you may need, young lady, we will be happy to help."

Karla was almost moved to tears at the sight of this, but she couldn't let herself get emotional. Not when her friends needed her. "All right, then! Let's go out there and give Symphonia a performance that they'll never forget! Who's with me?"

Everyone in the room shouted in support of Karla. Everyone except for Boo Fly, who was still trying to get free, and the other Monsters, who were still wasted from Comet's spell.

"All right, people. Grab whatever instruments you can find, and I'll tell you what we're going to play. It's an old song from where I'm from, but one that I know will bring the house down." Once she had finished saying this, the rest of the singers and musicians began to run in various directions, trying to find whatever they could use to help them and make sure Ludo's Monsters were in no position to threaten them again.

Amidst all the chaos, though, none of them noticed that Boo Fly had gone missing.

---

"Come back and fight, you babies!" Jonah shouted as Beard Deer and his group of Monsters began to barrel out of the control room and into the hallway as fast as they could. "Pfft, what a bunch of wimps."

"Well, in all fairness, Jonah, I think you scare the shit out of most of them," Alfonso said as he began to look at his now retrieved Black Kabuto.

"God knows that you scare half the people at school," Ferguson couldn't help but jibe as he looked over his own Black Kabuto.

After Marcia, Jackson, and Jonah had heard that obnoxious song playing throughout the Stadium, they put two and two together and realized that this whole thing was some big, convoluted plan concocted by Ludo to get the Wand. So, they rushed back to the control room and, after Marcia dramatically kicked the door down, fell upon the Monsters that had set up shop. After a brief scuffle, they had wrested control from the enemy and had set about destroying the source of the song.

In other words, they found the CD, took it out, and smashed it over Jackson's knee. It looked like everything was going to be fine. That's when the talking steer man spoke.

"Um, hey guys? If the music stopped playing, then why is everyone still chanting that dumb song?" the yellow steer pointed at the screens in confusion. Sure enough, outside in the Stadium was a massive crowd of potentially thousands of people, all reciting the lyrics to that annoying earworm.

"Oh, mierda," Marcia cursed. "The song's stuck inside of their heads. So now they'll do whatever Ludo tells them to!"

"Um, I hate to be the bearer of even more bad news, Marcia," Ferguson hesitantly said, "but Comet's heading on stage by himself."

Marcia could feel her eye twitching at this. "What?" Sure enough, Ferg was right. Approaching the main stage, Wand in hand and a face that screamed "you shouldn't have pissed me off," was Comet Dragonfly.

"Oh, GOD DAMN IT, NO!" Marcia shouted, wishing that she could get Comet to listen to her. "He's playing right into Ludo's hands!"

"Yeah, we should go save his butt," Jackson pointed out. "Also, I'm pretty sure Ludo has my U-Board and Jonah's taser, and we want our stuff back."

Marcia groaned in response to this. "Come on, let's go save our idiot." Then, just as she was about to lead the others out of the room, she felt her phone begin to vibrate. Wondering who the Hell could be calling her now, Marcia allowed her curiosity to get the better of her. She reached into her pocket and pulled out her phone.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Marcia," the familiar voice of Karla said over the line.

"Karla? What do you need right now? In case you haven't noticed, Ludo is-"

"Yeah, we noticed all right. But listen, I've got a plan to save Comet's sorry ass before he loses his magic Wand."

"I'm sorry, what? Can you repeat that?" Marcia asked in disbelief. "Because it sounds like you have-"

"-A plan, Marcia. And yeah, I do. Me and the other contestants are going to fight music with music, but we're going to need some help on your end."

"You know what?" Marcia said exhaustedly, "I'm past the point of arguing with anyone right now. So what do you need me to do?"

"Put me on speaker first. I want to make sure everyone else can hear this."

---

"So you're telling me that Comet busted into the green room and freed everyone we had trapped there, and his friends have taken back the control room and shut off the music?" Ludo asked over the walkie-talkie.

"Yeah, that's about right," Beard Deer said on his end.

"Sorry about that, Boss," Boo Fly said in response.

"No, no. It's fine," Ludo said, trying his best to stay calm. "We already got what we needed, anyway. For now, regroup at the stage. It's time to start the final performance." Ludo then ended the conversation.

"LUDO! I've got a bone to pick with you!"

As if on cue, Comet Dragonfly ran on stage, glaring right at Ludo.

"Ah, Comet Dragonfly. How nice of you to finally come and hand over the Wand," Ludo taunted him.

"Save it, chicken nuggets!" Comet retorted. "Trying to steal my Wand is one thing, but messing with my friend's dreams and destroying their stuff is another thing entirely!"

"Hey, all's fair in love and war, kid. I'd figured you'd know that by now." Ludo simply said, which only made Comet confused. Usually, by this point, Ludo would be shouting orders at his boys to get the Wand. Today, though, Ludo was acting like he didn't have a care in the world.

"All right, Ludo, what gives? Isn't this the part where you start screeching like a wild animal and have everyone charge at me or something?" Comet couldn't help but ask that.

"Oh, why bother with that?" Ludo nonchalantly told him. "After all, in case you haven't noticed, you're all alone, and I've got you outnumbered."

"What? You think I can't handle you or Buff Frog or that two-headed Monster by myself? Because I'm pretty sure I can."

"I wasn't talking about them." Ludo then pointed out into the Stadium. Comet looked over and, for the first time that day, he could see why Ludo was so confident.

"~His name is Ludo

And we'll do what he says,

Whoop whoop!

His name is Ludo

And we'll do what he says,

Whoop whoop!~"

The entire crowd that had gathered to watch as musical performers from across the Universe sought to impress Milly Sparkles was mindlessly chanting Ludo's stupid song. It was like looking at a horde of music-obsessed zombies. Or an army of Battle Droids being controlled by bad music. And there was only one way that Comet could appropriately react to this:

"Oh, corn."

Ludo began to roll around on the floor, cackling with laughter. "Oh man, you should, you should see the look on your face! You just realized how completely screwed you are right now!" After laughing for a few more seconds, Ludo got back on his feet. "That's right, Dragonfly! This was my plan all along. I used this stupid contest to hypnotize all these people into becoming my loyal army of minions. And the best part is you won't fight them because you're too scared of hurting all those innocent people, aren't you?"

"Shut up, Ludo! I don't need my Wand to win against you or all the people you brainwashed with that dumbass song of yours!"

"We'll see about that," Ludo darkly replied before turning to the assembled crowd. "HEAR ME, MY NEW MINIONS! SEIZE COMET DRAGONFLY AND BRING ME HIS WAND!"

"~His name is Ludo

And we'll do what he says,

Whoop whoop!~"

The army of thousands then began to make their way towards the stage, continuing to chant the lyrics to that song. And as Comet was standing there gawking, he didn't even realize that Ludo's Monsters had begun to surround him. By the time he realized it, it was too late! He was trapped amidst a sea of enemies!

"Really wish I'd chosen to wait for Marcia and the others to come and back me up," Comet gulped.

"Da. Was probably not smart idea to come alone, Prince Comet," Buff Frog snorted.

Well, if I'm going down, I'm going to go down fighting, Comet thought to himself as he got his Wand into Wand-Staff form as he mentally prepared himself for what would likely be his final stand. When they build a statue of me, I just hope that I look as badass as I was in life.

KA-POW!*

Suddenly, without any prior warning, a purplish cloud appeared out of nowhere, enveloping Giraffe-Man's head far above where Comet had been standing.

"What in the-what on Mewni was...thaattt?" Giraffe Man slurred as he suddenly had a hard time maintaining balance. Keeping his eyes open suddenly became a struggle as he felt a sense of drowsiness overtake his mind. Then, as he began to wobble all over the place, his fellow Monsters started to move out of the way, not wanting to be crushed underneath his sizable neck were he to fall. Unfortunately for them, they were so distracted by their comrade that they failed to notice two things. First: they had given Comet multiple openings that he could use to escape. Second: that the Prince was no longer on the stage by himself.

"There's more where that came from, SUCKAS!"

Recognizing the voice, Comet took advantage of the confusion and leaped into the air. Then, reaching out with his free hand, he grabbed ahold of Giraffe Man's neck and used it as a perch as he quickly scanned the stage. Sure enough, standing in another corner, opposite of him, were his friends. Plus, Mr. Greason and a bunch of other beings that the boy vaguely recognized as being among those competing that day.

"Hey, guys!" Comet waved to everyone before quickly charging up his Wand. "Rabbit rocket blast!" Within moments, Comet had propelled himself away from the teetering giraffe Monster, leaving a trail of rabbits in his wake as he came to a screeching halt in front of everyone. "Marcy, Jonah, where you guys been."

"Oh, you know, just beating bad guys up and being awesome," Jackson explained.

"I found a way to perform alchemy using my blood," Jonah proudly told his bro as he held up his still bleeding palm. "Probably shouldn't make a habit of it, though," he noted.

Comet made a mental note to ask about that later. For the moment, though, there were more pressing matters to deal with. "Guys, listen! I know that under normal circumstances, we could send Ludo and his two-bit gang running for the hills, but in case you haven't noticed, there's-"

"An army of thousands of innocent bystanders that the little creep hypnotized into doing his bidding," Marcia said as she pointed towards the still approaching mob of people, who were now dangerously close to the stage. "We should probably do something about that."

"WHY ARE YOU IDIOTS JUST STANDING THERE AND LETTING THEM TALK?!" Ludo berated his subordinates as they stood there gawking. "Get the Wand before they can do anything!" This was enough to get Buff Frog and the other Monsters to begin charging at the group. And, to make things worse, Beard Deer and Boo Fly's groups now appeared on stage suddenly appeared on stage and charged at the group from the opposite direction, catching them in a three-pronged attack.

"I say," the spider in a tuxedo began to speak, "this is a rather distressing situation that we find ourselves in."

"Yeah, even I'm not sure that we can handle so many people at once," Comet nervously admitted. "Also, I don't want to hurt anyone in the crowd since they're not in control of themselves."

"HA! I KNEW IT! YOU'RE DEAD!"

"Okay, I don't have time to deal with this right now," Comet admitted as he began to twirl his Wand-Staff around before slamming it onto the ground while shouting, "MEGA DOME OF PROTECTION!" Magic began to flow outwardly from his Wand-Staff until it grew into a giant circle that began to envelop everyone standing near Comet, keeping them safe from the approaching Monsters and audience members, who began to pound on the dome in frustration.

"Okay. This spell requires me to continually focus on channeling magic into it. So, if anyone has a plan to get us out of this and free everyone, then I'm all ears," Comet said, not even daring to take his eyes off the Wand as he focused on his spell.

"We do. Karla and all the other people who were going to compete are going to fight fire with fire," Alfonso explained.

"Or, in this case, fight lame-ass music with music that kicks ass," Jonah added.

Karla stepped forward. "Me and the others have the instruments ready. We need time to set things up and give the signal to our man in the control room. Then we blow the roof off this place!"

"But, Karla," Comet tried to say, "What about your-"

"Don't worry about that, kid," Mr. Greason suddenly piped up. "My little girl can do this, keytar or not," he confidently told them. "We just need you to keep this dome thing up while they get ready."

"But what about Ludo and the others? I can't keep this up forever, and the second it drops, they'll pounce on us!" Comet pointed out.

"Leave that to me," Marcia said. "The rest of us will head outside and distract them."

"You sure about that Marcia," Comet worriedly asked. "I know you and Jonah are tough, but can you handle them all by yourself?"

"Comet, I think the better question to ask would be whether they can handle me all by themselves," Jonah riposted. "Also, I want my stuff back, and Jackson needs his U-Board, so there's that."

"Good point," Comet said, shrugging his shoulders as he magically created a small opening in an unobstructed part of the dome. "Go nuts, guys!"

And thus, the battle was on. Marcia, Jackson, Jonah, Alfonso, and Ferguson were engaged in a fierce melee outside the dome with Ludo's Monsters for the next two minutes. Well, melee would imply that everyone was fighting the enemy with their bare hands. But, in truth, Al and Ferg just kept shooting sleeping pellets from their slingshots while Marcia and Jackson made a beeline for Ludo, who was still holding the boy's U-Board, and Jonah went after Tyler. The latter of which ended up getting so freaked out by the sight of Jonah that he dropped the stuff he took from the boy. After that, Jonah went to town on them all, even scaring Ludo into dropping his friend's board while everyone inside the dome watched in morbid fascination.

"Wow. No wonder they're scared of Jonah," Comet dryly remarked, only to notice that the pink dome he'd been holding up was beginning to flicker. "Um, Karla? I don't know if I can hold this for much longer. You guys almost ready?" He shouted over the din of combat.

"We're good to go, Comet!" Karla shouted back as the other musical performers finished setting up their instruments. Then, Karla began to approach a microphone in the middle of the stage and began to speak into it.

Alright, you got this, girl, Karla told herself as she took a deep breath before opening her eyes and looking at the mob of musical zombies clawing away at the dome in the middle of the stage.

"PEOPLE OF SYMPHONIA," she began to speak into the microphone, letting it carry her voice throughout the Stadium. "I'M SORRY FOR THE DELAY, BUT WE'RE FINALLY READY TO START THIS CONTEST. THIS IS GOING TO BE THE ONLY SONG WE'VE GOT FOR TODAY, THOUGH, BUT I THINK YOU'RE GOING TO LIKE IT. IT'S A COVER OF ONE OF THE GREATEST SONGS EVER WRITTEN, 'WE ARE THE CHAMPIONS.' So, ON BEHALF OF ALL MUSIC LOVERS FROM EARTH, I HOPE YOU ENJOY IT."

Karla then turned towards the screen hanging in the back of the Stadium and gave a big thumbs up, the signal they agreed to provide the talking steer guy in the control room that they were ready to rock.

"What is corn's name does that brat think she's doing?!" Ludo asked as he saw what was going on. "Stop her, you fools, before she ruins everything!"

Too late, Ludo, Comet thought. Get ready to be blown away by the sound of music! At that moment, all the lights in the Stadium began to fade away before centering back on the stage, where Karla stood. The fog started to come out of the floor as the various performers began to warm up their instruments, memorizing the notes to the song they were about to play. It was one that they had never heard of before, but what they saw, it was one to be remembered.

And then, Karla began to sing.

Queen - We Are The Champions (Instrumental)- watch?v=GHhf9GP9Dj0

(Keep looping the back half until I say so)

~I've paid my dues

Time after time

I've done my sentence

But committed no crime

And bad mistakes

I've made a few

I've had my share of sand

Kicked in my face

But I've come through~

~And we mean to go on and on and on and on~

Karla felt the music flow through her as the memories of her Mom filled her heart.

~We are the champions, my friends

And we'll keep on fighting till the end

We are the champions

We are the champions

No time for losers

'Cause we are the champions of the World~

At this point, the fighting had stopped as everyone paused to listen. Even Ludo and the other Monsters!

~I've taken my bows

And my curtain calls

You brought me fame and fortune

And everything that goes with it

I thank you all

But it's been no bed of roses

No pleasure cruise

I consider it a challenge before

The human race

And I ain't gonna lose~

Now the rest of the audience had stopped to listen as the song overtook them.

~And we mean to go on and on and on and on~

At this point, Ludo's earworm had been all but driven but everyone's heads. The audience began to clap, cheer, and sing along to the lyrics to this amazing, unknown song from this girl that they had never seen until that day.

~We are the champions, my friends

And we'll keep on fighting till the end

We are the champions

We are the champions

No time for losers

'Cause we are the champions of the World~

Karla let her voice sing louder than she had ever done before. For that one moment, the entire Universe had vanished beyond her and that stage. She let her voice carry her to the absolute crescendo as she poured her heart and soul into what she was doing. Everything that Karla had done in her life until then had led to this, and she wasn't going to waste it!

~We are the champions, my friends

And we'll keep on fighting till the end

We are the champions

We are the champions

No time for losers

'Cause we are the champions of the World~

End Music

At last, the song came to an end, and Karla allowed her voice to rest. She was panting, sweating, and felt a sense of adrenaline-fueled calm wash over her as she opened her unseen eyes to a crowd of tens of thousands of people. They were all smiling, cheering, and reveling in her music. It was everything that she could have ever asked for.

On the other hand, Ludo looked at the display and, for once, didn't know if he should be angry. Once again, his attempts to get the Wand had failed miserably. Still, even he realized that the day was lost.

"Buff Frog, open up a portal to Castle Avarius. We're done here."

"Master?" Buff Frog asked, surprised to hear that Ludo was giving up.

"You heard me. Now let's get out of here before the guards try and arrest us!" Buff Frog didn't need to be told a third time. He quickly used his scissors to open up a portal, and one by one, all of the Monsters began to file in. The ones that were too injured from fighting (or high from a jellybean hallucination) were carried by their brethren. Ludo was the last to go through, though not before taking one last look at Comet and his friends. Just you wait, Comet Dragonfly. Your days are numbered, the would-be conqueror thought as he slipped inside the portal without another word.

None of Comet's friends seemed to notice this, though. They were all too busy rushing up to Karla, tackling her and cheering for her and gushing about how that might have been the best damn performance ever! Comet was especially eager to show how much he loved her performance. Marcia actually had to grab hold of him to get him to stop hugging her. The moment with her friends was soon broken, though, by a cough coming from a very nervous-looking Mr. Greason.

"Hey, Daddy," Karla simply said as she looked at her Father.

"Hey, sweetie. So, I guess that you and your friends weren't kidding when they said you'd gotten better," Carl sheepishly told his daughter.

"Thanks, Dad. But what did you think of how I did?"

"Me? Oh, well, I, um-" Mr. Greason was stumbling over his own words as he tried to come up with something to say. To his embarrassment, though, he couldn't find the best way to put it. Sighing, Mr. Greason finally settled on something to say. "Okay, Karla, I'm going to be completely honest: that was...absolutely amazing. I can't even find a way to put into words just how incredible that was or how someone like me could have someone like you for a daughter."

Carl felt the tears begin to flow from his eyes. "What I'm trying to say, sweetie is that I'm proud of you. And if your Mom were still with us today, then she'd be bursting at the seams with pride. After she finished rubbing how right she was in my face, of course." Both Father and daughter couldn't help but laugh at this idea before they embraced in a loving hug that tugged at the heartstrings of everyone present.

"AWWWWWW!" Everyone in the Stadium said as they watched, to which Mr. Greason glared at everyone.

"DO YOU PEOPLE MIND? WE'RE HAVING A DADDY-DAUGHTER MOMENT HERE!"

"Thanks for that, Dad," Karla gratefully told her Father before she got a frown on her face. "But after today, I don't know if my music career's going to go anywhere," she truthfully admitted.

"What? What are you talking about, sweetie?" Mr. Greason asked her in confusion. "Do you see that crowd out there?" he gestured to the thousands of cheering people. "They love you! They'll be talking about you for months after today!"

"Yeah, but I still didn't win the contest. No one did, thanks to Ludo," she reminded everyone present. "And I doubt that Milly Sparkles will give us a second chance. We did sneak into this place, after all."

"Wait, she did wh- you know what, I don't really care," the dog cowboy said as he heard everything.

"Me neither, man," the Woolett in the psychedelic attire admitted. "Whether she entered the contest like the rest of us or not, her musical vibes are too good to ignore."

"BUT I DO." A new voice cried out, making the entire Stadium go silent. Then, out of nowhere, a spotlight centered on a single point of the stage as a lone figure, reclining in a purple cloud, began to make her way towards the assembled group. Everyone started to speak in hushed whispers one name.

"Milly Sparkles," Comet whispered with great reverence in his voice as he got down on one knee. "Guys, get down on your knees. You're embarrassing me!" Comet said through his teeth, urging his friends to mimic what he was doing. Everyone decided to roll with it just to appease their friend.

"My liege," Comet said as he bowed his head with a level of respect that none of his friends had ever seen him give before. "What is thy bidding?"

"Comet Dragonfly, one of my most loyal patrons of the Bounce Lounge. And you have brought friends with you, I see," Milly said, referring to the group. "I take it that you were the one who snuck all these people in without my knowledge or consent, then?"

"Um, I can explain, my liege..." Comet started to say.

"No need. I think your actions and the actions of your friends speak for themselves. You there," Milly said, pointing towards Karla. "What did you say your name was?"

"Karla Greason, ma'am. And I'm from Earth." Karla didn't hesitate to admit that.

"I see. I've never had the chance to meet someone from the Earth Dimension until today. I was under the impression that you were all a primitive, magicless backwater, to be honest." Marcia almost winced at this reminder of how the rest of the Universe looked down on Earth. "However, you have since proven otherwise."

"Ms. Sparkles?" Karla asked.

"Karla Greason, I've seen just how devoted your friends were to ensure that I could hear you play today. Were it not for them, I would remain trapped, a prisoner of that horrid little Monster as he took control of my adoring fans and used them for his own sick purposes," Ms. Sparkles explained. "But more importantly, I saw your performance just now. I have seen many musical artists come and go throughout my five thousand years of partying, but rarely do I ever find someone with your level of passion, dedication, and love of rocking out. And never have I ever heard music as amazing as that which you brought from your home. That is why I am about to do this."

Milly Sparkles then turned toward the assembled audience in the Stadium. "HEAR ME, MY LOYAL LOVERS OF PARTYING AND MUSIC! THE WINNER OF TODAY'S CONTEST IS NONE OTHER THAN KARLA GREASON OF EARTH!" The crowd went absolutely wild at this!

"I won?" Karla repeated.

"SHE WON!" Comet cheered in victory as he began to break out into a dance.

"Yes, Ms. Greason, you are the winner today. And I would like to make you an offer. I want you to come to play once a week at the Bounce Lounge for as long as you can remain committed to doing so. So, what do you say, my dear?" Milly held out her free hand. "Are you ready to party with the rest of the Universe?"

Karla looked at her Dad. "Dad? What do you have to say to all of this?"

"Well, I don't know," Mr. Greason playfully said to her daughter. "Tell you what? As long as you keep up with your studies and you're sure that you can turn this into a worthwhile living for yourself, then you're free to go play at this lady's nightclub. Deal?"

Karla smiled at this. After all these years, she finally got her Dad to accept what she wanted to do with her life. With some help from her friends, of course.

"Ms. Sparkles," Karla reached out to take the Bounce Lounge owner's hand, "you've got yourself a deal. I look forward to showing you what kind of music Earth's written."

"If it is anything like that splendid song you just performed, then I'm looking forward to it, as well," Ms. Sparkles, smiling behind her fan.

"SHE DID IT! YESS!" Comet shouted as he began to jump and holler and cry in victory, as did his friends and everyone else on stage who had helped stop Ludo.

"Now, there's just one problem," Karla said before reaching behind her back and presenting what was left of her keytar. "What am I going to play now that this old girl's out of commission?" As Karla looked at the remains of her beloved instrument, she couldn't help but feel sad. Losing it was like having to go through losing her Mom all over again. But she was sure that, wherever she was, Nancy Greason would be proud of her daughter.

What Karla didn't realize, though, was that a certain magical Prince had other ideas. Flashing one of his trademark grins, Comet strolled up to Karla before playfully tapping on her shoulder. "Excuse me, miss, but I believe that I have something that can remedy your problem," he said in a faux-gentlemanly accent. "If you wouldn't mind?"

"Not at all, your highness," Karla told him as she presented her keytar. Comet smiled as he held up his Wand and came up with the perfect spell.

"NEON GLITTER TRANSFORMATION" And with a flash of magic, Karla's keytar was engulfed in a puff of neon smoke. When it finally dissipated, everyone's eyes widened at what they saw. Gone was the regular-old keytar that Karla had used for years. In its place was a magnificent, shimmering bass guitar.

At least, that's what everyone thought it was supposed to be. Certain features of the original instrument seemed to remain, but they were cosmetic in nature. For example, the guitar's neck was painted to resemble the keys of its former status as a keytar, while the instrument itself retained the same cyan color. But the most shocking thing was the instrument's body itself: it resembled a giant battle axe! All told, it had to be one of the strangest looking instruments that anyone had ever seen...and somehow, that made it perfect for Karla.

Karla just stood there for a few moments, breathless at what she was holding in her hands. Then, after her senses confirmed that what she had was, in fact, real, Karla voiced the million-dollar question everyone was thinking: "Is this...really my keytar?"

"Yep. I'm sorry that I didn't restore it to the way it was before, but I figured that you might want something louder to work with if you're going to be jamming at the Bounce Lounge." Comet told her. "Also, the axe isn't just for show."

"What?" Marcia grimaced as Comet scratched the back of his head.

"Yeah, I may or may not have imbued that thing with magically enhanced durability so that she could better defend herself if she got into trouble and we weren't around. And I may or may not have given it other magical properties. Hard to tell, really."

"Comet," Marcia groaned, "that is reckless on so many levels."

"What? I'm just looking out for her, Marcy! Why are you getting so worked up?"

As the two roommates began to argue over Comet's decision, Karla couldn't help but glance at the back of her new guitar. She gasped at what she saw engraved there. It was a duplicate of the very same photo that Karla had taken with her when she ran away: Of her, her Father, and her late Mother. The very sight of this was enough to move Karla to tears, something that everyone seemed to notice.

"Uh oh," Comet said as he grew concerned. "What's wrong? Is it too much? I can change it back to a keytar if you want." he hastily offered her. However, she just shook her head in response.

"No need, Comet. This is...perfect," the girl said, and then she gratefully gave Comet a big hug. If the boy hadn't already gone through Mewberty, he swore that this would've been the moment when he would've.

"Hey, guys!" Jonah called out. "I know that we've all had a long day, but I think that this calls for a celebration. So what do you say we let Karla break in her new and improved guitar?"

"You read my mind, Ordonia," Karla said as she then walked over to the microphone and began to strum her new guitar, letting her hands feel the vibrations of the strings.

"SO HOW ABOUT IT, SYMPHONIA? YOU GUYS WANT AN ENCORE?" The booming cries that she got in response were all that she needed to hear.

And so, Comet, his friends, Milly Sparkles, Mr. Greason, and the various new friends they'd made that day would spend the rest of the day celebrating their victory over Ludo and the birth of a new musical star in the Universe. It was a concert like few in Symphonia had ever seen before, and one in which Karla was having the time of her life. As for Mr. Greason, he couldn't help but pull Comet off to the side and properly thank him for everything he did for him and his daughter. And despite Marcia's concerns, Comet didn't rub it in the man's face, instead choosing to simply say, "You're welcome, Mr. Greason. And don't worry. From here on out, I'm going to take care of your daughter. Comet Dragonfly never turns his back on his friends!"

Marcia couldn't help but giggle since she knew what Comet really meant, but she let him have this moment. He had earned it. They all had.

---

"Um, I'm sorry, boss, but could you say that again?" Dave asked.

"Yeah, I'm not sure that we heard quite right the first time," Ping Pong added on.

"I said that I'm not mad, you guys," Ludo nonchalantly told everyone from atop his throne of cushions in the banquet hall of Castle Avarius.

After the group had returned to Castle Avarius, Ludo had summoned them all to the banquet hall for an important meeting. So naturally, everyone had expected to be in for another tongue-lashing from the Avian. But, instead, the first thing that he told them all was that he wasn't angry. Ironically, this was even more shocking than any of the times he ever chewed them out before.

"But, sir, you do realize that we lost, right?" Beard Deer very hesitantly pointed out, to which Ludo laughed.

"Yeah, but did you see how we were able to drive Comet and his friends into a corner like that? Ha! That was probably the closest that we've ever gotten to winning!"

"But Ludo, master, that still means we lost," Buff Frog pointed out.

"Yes, it does," Toffee said as he came into the room, carrying behind him several barrels on a cart. "However, as our leader just pointed out, we were able to successfully back the Prince into a wall. Were it not for unforeseen circumstances, we would have carried the day." The other Monsters murmured in agreement.

"And after the series of humiliating defeat's that we have suffered, I think that that serves as cause for merriment," Ludo explained. "So tonight, we celebrate! Break out the West Mewnian Swamp Water, people! LET'S PARTAAYYY!"

All of the Monsters happily cheered in response to this as they felt their morale soar higher than it had been in months! The entire castle was filled with dancing, music, and revelry as everyone joined in on the fun. However, while Buff Frog did his best to enjoy himself alongside his comrades, he couldn't help but notice something. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Toffee slip away out of the hall without a word.

Buff Frog wasn't sure why he did it. Perhaps it was because of his nature as a spy. Or that there was something about Toffee that bothered him. Regardless, Buff Frog felt compelled to try and follow the Septarian. However, by the time he had made it to the door, he saw the lizard exit, Toffee was long gone.

Buff Frog had learned at a young age to trust his instincts. And his instincts were telling him that there was something off about their new ally. It was well-known that the Septarians hated Mewmans more than any of the other Monsters that called Mewni home, but beyond that, they knew next to nothing about Toffee.

"Is mystery, indeed," Buff Frog said to himself as he gave up the hunt to return to the party. He would be watching Toffee very carefully from that moment on. And should he prove to be a threat to his comrades, he would make sure to deal with him.

In another, secluded part of the Castle, Toffee stood at a window, looking out at the night sky of Mewni. Towering in the distance underneath the multiple moons of their land was Castle Dragonfly, home to the High King's of all of Mewni and the Monster's greatest enemies.

Girei (Pain's Theme Song)- /PCfiqY05BpA

Such an eyesore, Toffee thought to himself as he looked upon the gaudy castle. While Mewmans everywhere saw Castle Dragonfly as a symbol of pride, it was nothing more than a monument of arrogance and bloodshed to all Monsters. And soon, the time would come for it to fall. Reaching into his pocket, Toffee pulled out a small communicator and pressed a button on it. A small, blue hologram of a hooded figure appeared in his palm, making Toffee offer the faintest of smiles.

"Lord Toffee. What news do you have for us?" A female voiced asked

"The infiltration mission has been successful, my esteemed colleague. I have managed to ingratiate myself with Ludo Avarius and confirmed the location of the Prince. He is on Earth, as the rumors have said."

"And what of his status?"

"The Prince continues to steadily grow in power. And he isn't alone. He has assembled several powerful allies in his time away from Mewni. All of whom are loyal to the Prince."

"Are they a threat?"

"No. As formidable as they are, they can do little to hinder our plans."

"So then it will be time for Phase 2 of the plan, then?"

Toffee shook his head. "Not yet. I must make sure my hold on Ludo is absolute. And while I hold great sway with him at the moment, his lieutenant, a Frogman by the name of Buff Frog, is wary of me. I must remove him as a factor before we can begin the groundwork for the next step."

"Should we take care of him?"

"No. If we were to eliminate him outright, the others would be suspicious. No, this requires something more subtle in nature."

The figure bowed its head in response. "Very well, then. I need not remind you that the future of our people rides on your success. Our Master depends on it."

"You need not worry. Tell the others that everything shall proceed as planned. Then, when the time comes, our Master's rise to power will be assured, and with it, the end of Mewni and the end to the deplorable Dragonfly Family."

"Glory to Septarsis," the figure said in response.

"Glory to Septarsis," Toffee replied, in kind, as she shut the communicator off before looking back at the eyesore that was Castle Dragonfly.

Soon, everything shall fall into place. And by the time the Prince realizes the true threat he faces, it will already be too late.

*Back in Jay's Workspace, Jay is relaxing in a chair as Ed, Kermit, Janna, and the Spongebob Narrator soak in everything that just happened. Finally, Kermit's the one to speak.*

Kermit: Holy shit, that was a bombshell that you dropped at the end there.

Jay: I told you guys that I had plans for Toffee. And I'll be revealing more about them as the series progresses. But for now, let's just say that he's not working alone. That he's just part of a much bigger plan.

Janna: I mean, I kind of have an idea of what will happen, but I won't say anything. No way in Hell am I going to spoil something this cool. Speaking of which, nice touch with the song that Karla played.

Jay: What can I say? I'm a big fan of Queen, and their performance of "We are the Champions" is one of the greatest moments in music history. Plus, this was my plan the whole time

SN: Wait. You set up this entire arc for the sole purpose of having Karla perform a tribute to Queen's Live-Aid performance? That was the whole purpose of this?

Jay: That, and I wanted to use that earworm from Phineas and Ferb, give Karla some much-needed backstory, and give her an instrumental upgrade. And yes, the axe-guitar's got magic powers that Karla will eventually unlock.

Janna: You insane bastard!

Jay: I'll take that as a compliment coming from you, Janna.

Janna: Well, it is. Nice work.

Ed: More music for ED!

Jay: Well, who am I deny indulging in one's love of the musical arts. DANCE PARTY IN FIVE MINUTES, PEOPLE! But first, let's respond to

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Yeah, I don't know Comet's screaming even in this fourth-wall-breaking outro. Next, Comet faces his biggest fear!