They arrived in 1970 England, where they were dressed as hippies while Rocket was dressed as a disco dude. "What the crootaken is going on here?" Rocket asked. "I feel like Elton John."

Samantha saw a poster for Smile. "I think I know what it is," she replied. "We got sucked into the book and we're being part of the origin story of Queen."

"Cool," Shou declared. "Will they be bitten by radioactive bugs?"

"Not those kinds," Samantha answered. "Rockband origins are different from superhero origins."

Helen spotted a bunch of female hippies and decided to flirt with them. "Guess we better check out Smile ourselves," Wade suggested as they took off.

Before they could go in, a bouncer stopped them. "You're not allowed in here without an adult!" he shouted.

"We're here to see Smile," Wade informed.

But the guard didn't listen. "Let the little ones pass," smiled a flamboyant man. "They're as big as fans as I am."

"Whatever, Paki," replied the guard as he let them pass.

"Parsi," the flamboyant man corrected.

"What's a Parsi?" Toshiro asked.

"Parsis are Persian people from India who believed in Zorastrianism," Samantha explained.

"We never thanked you for helping us out Mr.-" Donna said.

The man turned his face and said. "Bulsara. Freddie Bulsara."

"OMG," whispered Donna. "Freddie Mercury."

As they were following him, they ran into a beautiful blonde girl with a coat. "Nice coat, beautiful," Freddie smiled. "Where is it from?"

"Biba," the girl answered. "I work there."

Freddie blushed, "Are you going to see 'Smile'?"

"Don't count on it," answered the woman. "Their show is being delayed for some reason. They're usually in the back."

Freddie, the High Five, Donna, and Rocket decided to check it out for themselves.

XxoxX

Outside, they saw a man with black poofy hair and a blonde man with drumsticks. "Excuse me," Freddie said. "You must be Smile. I heard you guys were having some troubles."

"Yeah," the man with the poofy hair replied. "Our lead singer, Tim, just quit."

"Then you'll need someone new," Freddie replied, "like me."

"Not with those teeth," giggled the blonde man.

For as long as Freddie can remember, he was picked on for his buck teeth by his classmates, but it didn't stop him from singing.

Yesterday my life was in ruin

Now today I know what I'm doin'

Gotta feelin' I should be doin' alright

Doin' alright

Where will I be this time tomorrow

Jumping with joy or sinking in sorrow

Anyway I should be doin' alright

Doin' alright

Samantha recognized both men as Brian May and Roger Taylor, original members of Smile. "There is one other member," Samantha recalled.

As she was about to say his name, someone said, "Hello? Is there anyone here for a bass?"

It was John Deacon. Brian wondered something. "Listen uh," Brian said, "Freddie, right?"

"Freddie," Freddie greeted.

"Yeah," Brian replied. "Tim's friend. Do you play bass?"

"Not really," Freddie answered.

Brian and Roger rushed up to John. "Listen," Roger said. "We could use a new bass player."

"Why didn't you say so?" John smiled as they walked into the pub.

"Alright, folks!" Brian shouted. "We have a few new faces - John Deacon, our bass player, and our new lead singer, Freddie Bulsara!"

As they started to play, Freddie had trouble with the mic. "What's wrong with the mic stand?" Donna asked.

Suddenly, the mic broke in two. Freddie decided to just improvise and sing.

I was told a million times

Of all the troubles in my way

Mind you grow a little wiser

Little better every day

But if I rode a million rivers

And I crossed a million miles

Then I'd still be where I started

Bread and butter for a smile

Well I sold a million mirrors

In a shopping alleyway

But I never saw my face

In any window any day

Now they say your folks are telling you

Be a superstar

But I tell you just be satisfied

Stay right where you are

Keep yourself alive, yeah

Keep yourself alive

Ooh, it'll take you all your time and money

Honey, you'll survive

"Rock on, Smile!" Shou shouted.

"This is just the beginning," Samantha replied.

"But before we could go," Donna said, "we need to find Helen."

"Right here, y'all," stated Helen. "Turns out they don't like dark girls."

"That's just disrespectful," Donna replied.

They found a door glowing, and they walked into it.