(A/N: Hey everyone. So, we have two more chapters left till we get to the fifth interlude, which will fix some of the mistakes we've noticed from the first interlude, like Aaron's misplaced anger at Sabrina. And with that interlude, it means we're near the end of this story, which had a slow start with tons of trials and errors. Hope you enjoy the way the story and characters will be told down the line. Also, we'll be revealing the character designs for some of the characters at the end of this book, along with the family trees, which does contain spoilers for the entire Across The Multiverse series. With that out of the way, I hope you enjoy the chapter. P.S. For those on , since we can't upload images on the site, we'll just post the links to the character designs and the family trees at the end of the story.)


Everyone's P.O.V.-Tuesday Morning

Salem, wearing his red bathrobe and yawning, walked over to the fridge and opened it, grabbing a pitcher of milk.

"Ah, milk. Nature's way of saying, 'Me likey!'" Salem exclaimed, drinking straight from the pitcher. Lowering it from his face, he let out a burp and wiped his face from any milk moustache he might've gained.

"Hey, in case if anyone cares, we're out of milk," Salem shouted to Hilda and Zelda, throwing the pitcher in the fridge, surprisingly not shattering said pitcher and slammed the door shut. "Cats likes milk, but cats can't buy milk without getting carted."

"We could always wring out your furry milk-drenched upper lips," Zelda said, annoyed.

Salem look dumbfounded, wiping off his upper lips, before deciding to go with his trump card: being dramatic.

"Okay, I confess: I'm the dairy delinquent, the moo juice marauder, the creme de la creme of calcium criminals! Do with me what you will!" Salem said overdramatically, hoping for a slim chance of Hilda and Zelda giving him some attention, even if it means them beating him up.

However, the two just ignored him, still retaining either bored or annoyed expressions on their faces.

"Okay, I'll bite. What could be more important than watching my outrageously cute, and may I say remarkable, cat antics?" Salem asked, standing up.

Zelda pointed at something behind Salem, causing him to turn around to see. Behind him, which he was stunned about not noticing it, was an egg in a basket full of hay under a heat lamp, right in the middle of the table.

"Ooh, this is a thrill ride! What's next, the watching paint dry triathlon? Snail wrangling? Oh, oh, a c-span marathon," Salem snarked.

Hilda let out a sigh. "It's a project for our biology class, Salem." Hilda said.

"We need to hatch a chick," Zelda explained.

"But the little cluckster won't show," Hilda complained, as Salem let out a sinister smile. "It's been three days since we've started and we've a impending date with the Zombie Brothers we just cannot miss!"

"They've got tickets to Wicka-Palooza. You haven't mash unless you've mash with guys whose body parts fly off when they slam dance," Zelda said.

"Chick, you say? As in, future chicken? As in, last name Ketchup Taurine? As in, mwah," Salem said, kissing his fingers like a chef, wanting to cook the egg.

"You lay one paw on our egg, and you'll be on a one-way road to Flea Bath City, population: you, fuzzball farmer," Zelda threatened.

"Sheesh, like I care about a lowly egg. If anyone needs me, I'll be watching my favorite show, The Eggs Files," Salem snarked as he cackled like a madman. At least, until Zelda threw a brick at him, knocking him out cold.

"He's think he's a comedian when he's really a nuisance," Hilda said.

Suddenly, a rope controlled by magic appear in the kitchen, dragging Quigley by the ankles. "Oh, morning, girls. I've kinda got my hands full with Salem's late April Fools prank," Quigley said, which explained the rope.

Hilda chuckled at that. "It's not Salem's April Fools prank, it's mines," Hilda said, laughing.

"Yeah, yeah, very funny. Look, can you two make sure Sabrina is awake. She's got a dentist appointment," Quigley said.

"We've got it covered, Quig. Waking up grumpy pre-teens is our job," Hilda said.

"Thank yo-Woah!" Quigley exclaimed, being dragged out of the kitchen.

"I'll go up and get her," Zelda said, about to stand up.

"Why do that when we have this inter gnome system we installed just last night?" Hilda said, pushing a button.

"Strange, I don't recall us installing this," Zelda said.

"Fine, I install it," Hilda said, before turning her attention to the intergnome system. "Sabrina, honey, time to wake up! You've got a dentist appointment!"


Meanwhile-Sabrina's P.O.V.-Sabrina's Bedroom

The system in Sabrina's room opened its panel, allowing the gnome to jump out and rushed towards her bed.

"Oh, Sabrina, honey, wake up! You have a lousy dentist appointment!" The gnome shouted angrily, pissed off at being a slave. Sabrina woke up after it pulled her ear, causing her to yawn while rubbing it gingerly.

"Oh, by the way, Hilda didn't actually say lousy dentist appointment. I just added that because I'm a bitter, bitter gnome." The gnome said after jumping back in the system, just as the panel closed once more.

"Why couldn't Hilda just get one of those alarm clocks with a radio?" Sabrina asked, stretching her arms, before feeling pain in her jaw.

"Ow!" she exclaimed, rubbing it. "This doesn't make sense, I brush my teeth in the morning and at night and floss my teeth after each meals. It's the reason I keep portable floss in my locker. I shouldn't have tooth pain," Sabrina said.


Later-Greendale Dentist Office

"Well, there's good news and bad news, Sabrina. Good news: you don't have any cavities. Bad news, your wisdom teeth is the problem," Dr. Greymatter, one of the rare nice adults in Greendale, said.

"What do you mean?" Sabrina asked.

"They're crooked, so they're gonna cause you lots of pain if they remain in your mouth. So, they've gotta go. But don't you worry, we have the technology to make sure you don't feel a thing," Dr. Greymatter said, sorting through his equipments. "I'll have someone bring in the laughing g-"

"Don't worry, I know what needs to be done," Sabrina said. As Dr. Greymatter turned around, wondering what Sabrina meant by that, he was surprised, and horrified, to see Sabrina with a pair of pliers in her hands.

"Sabrina, wait!" Dr. Greymatter tried to stop her, knowing what she was about to do.

"It's okay. You won't have to do this," Sabrina said, putting the pliers to her mouth, gripping the wisdom teeth with them and yanked hard.


Outside the Dentist Office-Harvey and Gem's P.O.V.

Harvey and Gem were laughing, talking about rich stuff, when they heard the screams of pain and agony from the dentist office.

"What was that?" Gem asked.

"I don't know, but I know I'm not going in there. Screw dental hygiene. Anyways, I hope Aaron and Sabrina votes for your and my acts in the talent show tomorrow. I mean, sure, they may have backstabbed me by ending their friendship, but they didn't took my best friend card," Harvey said, holding up a literal friend card.

"Yeah. And with the one you stole from Chloe, we'll be able to win the talent show, by cheating," Gem said, smirking, as she and Harvey laughed.

"What's this about ch-" Principal Janice began, only for a second round of screaming to interrupt her. "...Mother, was that you?" she asked, as Harvey and Gem, dumbfounded, left.


Later that evening-Zelda, Hilda and Salem's P.O.V.-Kitchen

Hilda and Zelda, exhausted with both the egg and what happened at the dentist earlier that day, almost fell asleep only to force themselves awake.

"Ugh, I've more excitement watching Quigley's boring slideshows for his potato chip collection and working for Salem than watching this egg. Let's just cast a spell and speed this thing up, please, please, please!" Hilda pleaded.

"Hilda, remember the rules we were told eight years ago? If we don't pass high school by mortal rules, which we had been breaking, we stay like this forever. And if we don't pass high school, we won't be able to legally adopt Sabrina as our own. Do you want to stay young and beautiful forever? Huh? Do you?!" Zelda asked.

Hilda shuddered in disgust. "I-I'm sorry, Zel. I lost my head." Hilda said.

"You certainly did. Now, you get first watch while I'm gonna get some sleep. I'll relieve you in one hour," Zelda said, standing up and heading towards the kitchen door.

"What about the Zombie Brothers?" Hilda asked.

"If they show up before the egg hatches, we'll have to take a raincheck. Not to mention Sabrina's mouth pain after ripping out her wisdom teeth with a pair of pliers. Our mortal schoolwork and half-witch niece is more important than the biggest concert in the NetherWorld's history." Zelda said, leaving the kitchen.

"Hatch, hatch, hatch!" Hilda shouted at the egg, angry that it was taking its sweet time to hatch.

"Do you mind? How am I supposed to get my 32 naps per day with this racket going on? I mean, Sabrina could've consider my naps before she had her screaming fits after she gotten back from the dentist," Salem whined.

"And then you wonder why Sabrina hates you," Hilda muttered under her breath, giving Salem a death glare.

However, she remember there were more important things than Salem. Like the stupid egg that taking its sweet time hatching. "Ugh, if only you would just hatch, we would be done with this by now," Hilda groaned at the egg, sitting down at the table once more.

"Zelda and I have dates with the Zombie Brothers to see Wicka-Palooza, but we can't leave till this chick hatch! Though Sabrina's well-being is also important, more important than my date life of course," Hilda said, knowing how Salem can and will use words against people. After all, it is how he managed to draft her into his army all of those years ago.

"Hmm, did I heard 'wish' it would hatch?" asked a mischievous Salem, glancing at the Spooky Jar.

"What's going on inside that fuzzy little head of yours, you sicko?" asked a skeptical Hilda.

"It's a really simple and little request. Speed up the hatching so the kitty can in his napping," Salem said, putting his sleep mask over his eyes and bumping into the kitchen cabinet. "I meant to do that," he claimed, walking in the opposite direction.

Hilda walked towards the Spooky Jar, about to use it, when she stop herself and lowered her arms. "What to do? What to do?" she asked, pacing around the kitchen.

Suddenly, everything went dark green. She glanced behind her, jumping in horror at the Spooky Jar being behind her.

"Let's just cut to the chase, shall we? Your pacing is interrupting my cable reception," the Spooky Jar said, annoyed.

"Well, um, of course. Um, here's the dealio," Hilda said nervously, preparing to explain the whole egg thing.

"I'm down with the dealio, sister. I may live in a ceramic jar, but my hearing is clear as a bell. Let's get on with it, shall we?" the Spooky Jar crossed his arms.

"Sure. Why n-" Hilda began, before remembering what Zelda said. "Actually, I'm gonna pass," Hilda said.

"Are you sure? It involves the pain of a feline," the Spooky Jar said.

"Sold!" Hilda said, throwing the repercussions out of the window. Hey, it won't matter if nobody notices, right? Plus, Salem gets hurt for a spell, what more could anyone ask for?

"To speed a chick, to hatch and grow, takes a simple twist of a feline's toe," the Spooky Jar said, returning to his ceramic jar as everything went back to normal.

"That's it, huh? Well, thanks," Hilda said, before running out of the kitchen and twisting Salem's toe...hard!

"Ow, my feline toe!" Salem exclaimed from the living room as Hilda walked back in the kitchen, a smirk plastered on her face.

"I swear to the holy god of me, I'll get back at everyone who cross my path! Starting with that brat who stole Sabrina from me!" Salem shouted, before getting an idea.

An idea so horrible that it was only something Salem could think of, an idea that he thought of for once. Okay, he may had gotten inspiration from Sabrina's wisdom teeth, but it was still an idea regardless.

"Heh heh, the brat won't know what hits him. Mainly because he won't be smart enough to know what happen until it's too late to fix it." Salem cackled like a madman, heading into the kitchen to grab the Spooky Jar to enact his plans.

Hilda, unfortunately, didn't even notice because she was waiting for the egg to hatch via the Spooky Jar's magic.


Aaron's P.O.V.-Wednesday-Greendale Junior High-After School

"Sabrina, the laughing gas would've made your body numb, therefore you wouldn't had felt the pain," I said, as Sabrina held an ice pack to her face, having just finished explaining what happened during her dentist appointment.

"Yeah, well, I didn't want Dr. Greymatter to be put through the pain of making me feel pain," Sabrina said.

"So you decided to hurt yourself," I say.

"Yes! ...Okay, I see what you're meaning," Sabrina said, before pulling out a ziploc bag, containing her wisdom teeth. "On the plus side, here's the wisdom teeth."

"Cool," I say, before remembering something. "Uh, you needed something, Chloe?" I asked, turning to Chloe, who had been standing still like a statue ever since Sabrina began her explanation of the previous day.

"Um, I was about to use the friend card to see if you two could vote for me in the talent show, but since Sabrina went through all of that, plus the card is gone somehow, I think I'm just gonna practice," Chloe said.

Before Chloe could leave, Harvey strut up to our table, smirking at Sabrina and me.

"Hey, guys. So, I was wondering if you two could vote for me and Gem. You know, since we're friends according to these," Harvey said, waving two friend cards.

"Thanks Harv. You reminded us of what we need to do. Aaron?" Sabrina asked.

"No need to ask," I say, grabbing Harvey's friendship card, which look disheveled, and ripped it into pieces. I then grabbed Chloe's friendship card from his hand and held it out to her. "You lost this," I say.

"Thanks," Chloe said, accepting the card. "Well, see you two tonight," Chloe said, walking away.

"What the- why?" Harvey asked.

"Easy. You're not a part of this friendship anymore, so you don't deserve that card. Now you can't use it against us," Sabrina said, standing up. "Now, if you excuse me, I need to head to the nurses office to get another ice pack," she said, leaving.

"This is your fault, Aaron! Either convince Sabrina to vote for me and Gem, or I'll tell everyone your secret!" Harvey threatened.

"Nobody is gonna believe you, Harv. So, good-bye, and try to use actual talent," I say, walking off towards the restrooms to use the toilets.

After that, I was washing my hands when I heard the door opened, signalling someone coming in. I waited for one of the stalls to close, only for nothing but tiny, yet familiar footsteps, to walk right up behind me.

I turned around to see Salem, a psychotic smile on his face. "Taste my revenge!" he yelled, breaking a fortune cookie, most likely containing a spell from the Spooky Jar, directly in my face.

"Wisdom teeth that resides in his mouth will shrink in size as they head south. As wisdom and teeth goes hand and hand, both shall vanish like the grains of sand," Salem recited as I felt one of my teeth, my wisdom teeth, disappearing.

I use my tongue to feel around my mouth, trying to see if my wisdom teeth was still there, but it wasn't.

"What did you do?!" I shouted, pissed at Salem.

"What I do best: being a spiteful warlock! And now you're my friend who will do my every whim!" Salem laughed like a maniac, only to be uppercutted into the ceiling by my fist.

"I don't know what you did to my wisdom teeth or what your plan was, but even I'm not that stupid to fall for that lie," I said, turning around and leaving the restroom.

"How did that spell even got past the magic barrier I have around me? It should've blocked any magic from the Spooky Jar. Then again, that Spirit managed to kill me, despite the barrier, so I guess some of the spells from the Spooky Jar are powerful enough to break through the barrier," I mused to myself, heading outside the school building.

I walked up to a sign that said 'Don't Walk'. "Hmm, why not?" I asked, deciding to ignore the sign. Just as I was about to take a step, I stopped, my foot hovering over the street. What was I thinking?

"Aaron, no!" Sabrina shouted, popping out of nowhere and tackling me to the sidewalk just as a car sped by.

"Thanks, Sabrina." I say, as Sabrina and I both sat up.

"Let me guess, Salem," Sabrina said, not a question, but a statement.

"Yep. Used some spell from the Spooky Jar to take my wisdom teeth, and some of my common sense too," I say.

"Time to go to the evil cookie jar. But first," Sabrina searched for something in her pockets.


Five minutes later

"Ta da!" Sabrina declared, me strapped on her back via FlexTape.

"Yay! Now let's hurry before I decide to do something stupid like hitch-hiking," I say.

"Or blabbing your secrets out loud," Sabrina said.

"Or telling Salem where the catnip is," I added.

Sabrina and I was silent for a moment before we both laughed at that idea. As if I would do that, even with the lack of my common sense.

"Though seriously, we should head to the Spooky Jar. I'm losing my common sense as we speak," I point out.

"Away we go," Sabrina said, grabbing parts of the scenery, somehow, and pulled it...somehow sending us into her kitchen.

"Ha ha, I did it," Sabrina said.

"What just happened, exactly?" I asked.

"I don't know, but they do it all the times in cartoons," Sabrina said, shrugging, as she walked over to the fridge, grabbed the Spooky Jar, and placed it on the table, with me still strapped to her back.

"Okay, you spirit, give me a spell or you don't get to go on vacation!" Sabrina threatened.

The Spooky Jar screamed like a girl in a horror film at the fact that his vacation might get cancelled, as he popped out of the jar. "Here, take every spell you need! Just don't cancel my vacation!" he pleaded.

"Look, I don't need every spell. I just need the spell to reverse the one you gave to Salem. The one that took Aaron's wisdom teeth," Sabrina said.

"Not to mention my common sense. Like for example, what would happen if someone stick a fork in a electrical outlet? ...Ugh, why would I say that?" I said.

"Oh, that spell. Here you go," the Spooky Jar said, handing Sabrina a fortune cookie with the spell.

"Okay, you can go now," Sabrina said.

"Thank you," the Spooky Jar said, leaving to his vacation spot...wherever that is.

"Sabrina, what's the spell? I'm getting the urge to tell Gem she looks nice, and that's the dumbest thing ever," I said.

"Well, good thing you won't be suffering from the lack of common sense," Sabrina said, before breaking the cookie and reading the spell written on the paper.

"By gingivitis, cavities and black, what once help wisdom will now come back," Sabrina recited, as we waited while my wisdom teeth returned into my mouth.

"So, feel any different?" Sabrina asked.

"Other than the fact I want to tell Gem to bugger off, not really," I said, shrugging, before Sabrina and I realized what I said.

"My wisdom teeth, they're back!" I said.

"Yeah. Wow, we actually got this fixed quickly. Normally our problems feel like they last about the length of an episode," Sabrina said.

"Maybe because, excluding us, no one was using common sense," I said.

"Yeah, there's that reason. Anyways, we should get ready. The talent show is in two hours and we've got to get there if we still want to keep our authority as judges," Sabrina said as she grabbed the scenery again, pulling it and sending us to the community center.


Hilda and Zelda's P.O.V.-Living Room-Spellman's Residence

The two sister, not noticing that Sabrina and Aaron were just in the kitchen just only a few seconds ago, were finishing their reports on the recently hatched chick.

"Uh huh. Okay, there. We did it. We hatched the chick and wrote our report. Can we go now?" Hilda asked.

"I guess so. And thanks for being patient, Hilda. I told you we can get through this assignment without resorting to magic," Zelda said, as Hilda sheepishly looked away.

However, the two had bright smiles on their faces when they heard car horns. They got up and looked out the windows.

"It's them! It's the Zombie Brothers!" Hilda exclaimed joyfully.

"Look at Bob. Did he get a new haircut?" Zelda asked, pointing at one of the Zombie Brothers. It had been fifty years since she last seen them, as a friend.

"It's hard to tell since his head just fall off," Hilda commented, before noticing something. "Oh look, he's attaching it to his neck," she remarked.

"Wicka-Palooza, here we...come?" Hilda and Zelda meekly said, turning around and noticing something off about their recently hatched chick. Mainly, the fact that it was growing bigger, about half their size, breaking the table due to its weight in the process.

"Hilda, what happened while I was asleep?" Zelda asked.

"Fine, I confess! I used magic! I couldn't control myself!" Hilda said.

"Actually, I would've done the same in your shoes, regardless of the rules. But what was the spell?" Zelda asked.

"Um, 'To speed a chick, to hatch and grow, takes a simple twist of a feline's toe.' But I don't get how the spell could've failed. I twisted a feline's toe: Salem's toe," Hilda said.

"Hilda, while I admire your willingness to harm Salem, the word 'feline' doesn't just apply to cats. Cat terms are also used for mortals and magical folks, mainly females," Zelda said.

"...Oh," Hilda said, her face paling, before she took off her shoe and held her foot up for Zelda. "Do it, Zelda. But gently, please," she said.

"Okay then. One..." Zelda began counting, only to accidentally twist Hilda's toe hard, breaking it, "...three?" Zelda covered her mouth, horrified of what she just did. "Oh my gods, Hilda, I'm so sorry. I did not mean to do that," she apologized.

"It's not your fault," Hilda said, holding back her screams of pain, as her eyes water from the pain as the chick, whose head was touching the ceiling, return back to normal size.

At that moment, Quigley and Salem entered the house, back from the vet, which Salem went to after getting stuck in the restroom ceiling and calling Quigley to get him.

"Good news, Salem is fine," Quigley said.

That was the moment Hilda couldn't contain the screams of pain, letting it all out.

"Well, gee, thanks for being con-" Salem began to complain, only to get hit in the head by Hilda's shoe, thrown by Zelda.

"Shut. Up! Unless you want to be put in a pound, never to see the light of day again!" Zelda threatened.

"Ha, yeah right. Enchantra had me stuck with you two as punishment for Hilda being part of my army. You're still stuck with me for another 88 years, or until some idiot decides to turn me back to normal again," Salem said.

"Really?" Zelda said, before dialing a random phone number from the NetherWorld and answering it, while using magic to put ice on Hilda's toe.

"This is Enchantra," Enchantra's voice answered the other line.

"Hey, Enchantra, I want to discuss the situation involving Salem being with us as punishment," Zelda said.

"As discussed 12 years ago, he's stuck with you two due to Hilda being a part of his army," Enchantra said, sounding bored.

"Yeah, I know. But don't you think being physically teens for 8 years is punishment enough, on top of the extra time?" Zelda asked.

"Hmm, that is true. Okay, if Salem doesn't shape up by June of 2017, he'll be put up for adoption so that other witches and warlocks could own him as their familiars. If he doesn't get adopted by December of 2018, then he'll get put down," Enchantra said.

"Wait, don't I get a say in this?!" Salem snapped, taking the phone from Zelda. He had heard the entire conservation due to his enhanced hearing, a benefit of being a cat.

"No. You dared us to turn you into a cat, so you don't have a say in anything involving your life anymore." Enchantra retorted, shocking Salem.

"Now, this will be the deal from now on, no changes. When I come personally for the evaluation of Sabrina Spellman and Aaron Dimension in a few days time, I'll officially give you the paperwork, legally documenting the change in punishment. Anything else you need, Zelda Spellman?" Enchantra asked.

"No, that's about it," Zelda said.

"Well then, goodbye, and see you all soon," and with that, Enchantra hang up.

"With that handle, I'll take Hilda to the NetherWorld's Hospital to get her toe fixed," Zelda said, carrying Hilda and using magic to teleport to the NetherWorld.

"...I'm royally screwed," Salem said, his face paled.


Aaron's P.O.V.-Greendale Junior High Talent Show, Greendale Community Center

Sabrina and I were sitting at the judges' table, with Pi being our fellow judge, as we sat through endless amount of bland acts. Sure, there were some good ones, like Chloe's dancing, or surprisingly, Slugloafe's poetry(never thought I would say that), but most of the acts were boring.

"Ugh, is this a talent show or a snooze fest?" Sabrina complained, trying to stay awake.

"Actually, this is part of the government's secret program to find new agents, depending on their skill sets," Pi said.

"If so, I don't see why they want Harvey and Gem, the two talentless hacks," I say, as Harvey and Gem walked onstage. Strangely, everyone went silent at that moment.

"Aaron, mi amigo," Pi said, nervously.

"What? We all know it's true. Whenever someone tells Harvey to practice, he doesn't want to hear it, even willing to cheat his way to the top, throwing away friendships along the way. And when that fails, he comes back, begging to anyone who would listen for a second chance, only to do it all over again.

"And Gem, that raging she-demon, she thinks because she's so rich she can get anything she wants. But whenever someone tells her no, she uses her money to make their life miserable, or try and buy and life them. Or in my case, try and attach herself like a leech who doesn't know when to quit it."

"Aaron, you don't know what you're doing," Sabrina said, horrified.

"Of course I do! I'm stating the fact that Harvey and Gem make everyone suffer just so they can feel good about themselves! The best way to not give them what they want, the best way to not be miserable, is to ignore them and their ignorant, negative, bigoted opinions!" I said, breathing heavily.

"Dude, it was nice knowing you," Pi said, putting a hand over his heart.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Aaron, you forgot to cover up your microphone. Everyone heard everything," Sabrina said, her face covered by her hands.

My face turned pale as I glanced around, noticing everyone muttering at what I just said. Harvey was giving me a death glare while Gem looked like she was slapped in the face. Those two, I didn't care about, but the rest of the town...

"Um, I'm just gonna leave now," I said, chuckling sheepishly as I turned to run towards the exit. Except, my grand exit was blocked by Principal Janice, the mayor/principal who I accidentally turned into a female had decided to call herself by that name now, putting a hand on my shoulder.

"Actually, I think we should have a chat, Dimension," she said firmly. Crap!


Ten minutes later-Principal Janice's Office, Greendale Junior High

Guess I'm the first person to get sent to the principal's office way after school. I wonder if by being honest, she won't bring up the '3 strikes and you're out' condition we had of me being in the office. I said in my thoughts as Principal Janice paced around.

"Well, I'll admit, I don't think anyone was prepared for the stunt you pulled at the talent show. Proudly declaring your opinions towards Mr. Kinkle and Miss Stone, shaming them in front of everyone, pointing out their flaws and their decisions to not fix them, and last but not least, ignoring attempts to cease your declarations. With all this in mind, I have no choice but to-"

"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to say all of that. It was just the talent show was boring and Gem and Harvey are literally the worst people to around, but that doesn't excuse my actions. I know I deserve detention, just please don't count this as the first strike!" I pleaded.

"...What are you talking about? I was gonna give you this award for actually calling Mr. Kinkle and Miss Stone out for their terrible actions, as part of our new reward system," Principal Janice said, handing me a award.

"W-What?" I asked.

"However, you do have detention to serve this Friday. Not only because you called them out for their actions off school property, but also because you held out on us. I mean, you and Miss Spellman could've won the talent show if you two went with blunt honesty."

Wait, what? Did Principal Janice secretly became part of my family, or is December Opposite Month?


(A/N: Disclaimer: You're all probably mad at us for resolving the wisdom teeth issue too quickly. Well, we have to answers for that one. 1.) We thought to riff on the fact that the problem can be fixed through common sense, like the episode seem to be teaching. And 2.) We decided to screw over the morals, because it seems weird that Sabrina is stuck learning the morals, yet the people who cause the problems {*cough* Salem, Harvey and Gem *cough*} never learn the same lessons even though most of the times, they caused the problem of the day. So from now on, no one learns any morals, therefore most of the plot wouldn't be taken up to learn it. With that out of the way, see you all next time on Harvzilla, the chapter with the action, the laughs...and all the kombats.)