(A/N: Hi, everyone. So, this is the second episode that I'll be writing which I won't change much of the episode. In fact, the major changes I'm doing, besides the obvious fact about the state of Greendale Junior High, is the time placement in which the episode take place, the climax of the episode, and Sabrina's reason for trying every single club[along with having some of the clubs being in a montage], on top of some minor stuff. Plus, this chapter is sorta like a character study. With that out of the way, hope you enjoy the chapter.

Please leave a comment, as the co-author and I really want to know what you readers like or dislike about the story so far, and what you'd like to see in the future. Anyways, onwards with the chapter!

P.S. Reminder that while Aaron may be a main character, we have started shifting over to other characters and their point of views. The reason why is so we can let other characters have their moments to shine while sticking to the original source material at times, or seeing how they fare in the different scenarios we created. We learned that lesson after the Friends Forever and the early portion of this story. So, just in case if anyone asks why Aaron is the main P.O.V. character for the recent chapters, and the stories to come, the reason I stated above is the reason why.

P.P.S, Just in case if anyone's wondering about how long it's going to be until Christmas in this story, we decided to go with cartoon time physics in-universe. So, it's going to be awhile before Christmas arrives in-universe. Just thought to clarify.)


Aaron's P.O.V.-Wednesday Morning(7:25 A.M.)-Route To Greendale Junior High

"So, why are you, Hilda and Zelda calling Salem 'Scar'?" I asked Sabrina as we headed to school.

"Well, he has a scar, and he's evil." Sabrina said.

"Why didn't you guys call him Nuka? I mean, Salem didn't amount to anything and neither did Nuka," I pointed out.

"He did too. Nuka made me laugh." Sabrina admitted.

"...You actually enjoyed The Lion King II: Simba's Pride?" I asked, dumbfounded.

"What can I say, Nuka made it enjoyable." Sabrina said.

"Okay, then why not call him Zira?" I said.

"No. Why would you ask that?" Sabrina asked.

"For starters, Salem's plan failed, just like Zira's plan." I said.

"And Scar's." Sabrina points out.

"True. Except Scar thought he won, and decided to tell the only person who could've foiled it, thus allowing Simba to force a public confession out of Scar, and the rest is history. Zira's plan, on the other hand, was doomed to fail on day 1, just like Salem's." I said.

"How so?" Sabrina asked.

"Well, do I need to point out that Kovu was never planning on killing Simba, the fact he was actually attempting to bond with the latter, or the fact that Kovu and Kiara was making goo goo eyes with each other?" I asked, using my fingers to list each things I just said.

"...Touche. However, Salem is never going to admit to being the one who caused the Harvzilla incident." Sabrina said.

"Actually, given Salem's ego, he will admit to it. After all, he can't handle it when someone claims credit for something he did, even when it's something that can ruin his life." I said.

"Plus, he's not the only one responsible for Harvzilla." I added.

"Aaron, how many times do w-?" Sabrina began.

"I know, Sabrina. But this isn't something anyone can wave off with words. It's something that I need to figure out. And that goes for forgiving Harvey as well." I said.

"I agree with that. Everything relating to Harvey is confusing, but just remember that you didn't push Harvey into making that decision." Sabrina said.

"Okay," I said.

"So, back on the topic of Salem's new name, here's a better suggestion: why don't we call him Taka? You know, to go with the plans for the live-action remake?" Sabrina asked.

"Sabrina, never mention the plans for a The Lion King remake again. That's the dumbest idea I've ever heard, anyways." I said, as we continued walking.

"Touche...Turtle," Sabrina teased as she ran ahead of me.

"I am not a turtle!" I exclaimed as I ran after her. You know, like best friends do.


Everyone's P.O.V.-Greendale Junior High, Gym Entrance-Homeroom(8:05 A.M.)

"Well, Sabrina, Aaron, just a couple of weeks before the semester ends. So you know what that means?" Chloe asked the two. The three of them were standing outside the gym.

"That it's going to be like every other day? Besides the whole 'repairing everything and moving on' thing we added?" Aaron asked.

"No." Chloe said.

"Chloe, I don't think anything's going to be different about today." Sabrina said.

"Just wait and see," Chloe said cryptidly as she opened the door, entering the gym. Aaron and Sabrina shrugged before following Chloe.

Inside the gym was multiple booth, while a yellow banner hang from the ceiling. It reads 'Greendale Extracurricular School Fair' in bright red lettering.

Students were walking around, checking each booth that might interest them. While that happened, Sabrina and Aaron had looks of surprise on their faces, while Chloe had a smile on her face.

"The Greendale Extracurricular School Fair?" Sabrina asked, reading the banner.

"Everything you've always wanted and more," Chloe said.

"So where do we start?" Sabrina asked.

"May I suggest that we check out the menu, madam?" Chloe asked in a mock French accent. With that, Sabrina, Chloe and Aaron walked down the aisle of booths, looking at each club.

The three stopped in front of the Debate Club, where two of the members were debating with each other. At least, they normally would.

"Nuh uh," said one member.

"Yeah huh," said the other.

"Nuh uh."

"Yeah huh."

"Nuh uh infinity!"

"I guess the debate team's not strong this year." Chloe said to Sabrina and Aaron, her mouth behind her hand.

"Maybe they need some fresh blood," Sabrina suggested.

"Sabrina, I don't think anyone's going to want blood from the nearest blood bank," Aaron said.

"You know what I mean," Sabrina said, giving Aaron an annoyed look.

"Maybe I do, and maybe I don't." Aaron said.

"Anyways, look at the cool choices. How are we supposed to decide?" Sabrina asked, glancing at the other clubs. "Look, they even have a Young Surrealist Club." Sabrina added, as the three pre-teens head over to the club's booth.

"Gobble socks are the grand truffle from his gilded teacup," a student with crossed eyes, wearing a rooster suit, said, holding up a fish and a vacuum cleaner.

"Okay," Chloe said, not understanding what was said.

"I say a lot of weird stuff, and even I don't understand that," Aaron added, head tilted in confusion.

"These extracurricular activities are uber cool. I want to do them all!" Sabrina exclaimed, as she walked over to an empty station. "What's that one?" she asked, looking at the sign.

"Absentee Student Association." Chloe said.

"Should've guessed," Sabrina said with a shrug.

"You know, Aaron, this has your name all over it," Chloe said, giving Aaron an amused smirk.

"Hardy har har," Aaron said unamused.

"An empty booth. To match your empty heads," Gem mocked, walking up to Sabrina, Chloe and Aaron. "Though if you hang out with me, your head won't be empty, precious Aaron." Gem added to Aaron.

"Of course it will: all of my brain cells will shrivel up just hearing you talk, much less from the amount of perfume you use," Aaron said.

"Your loss," Gem said in a pitying tone.

"Well, hey there, Miss Kettle Black." Chloe taunted Gem.

"You two people don't know how lucky you are not being popular. The pressure is immense. The young debutantes society is begging me to sign up." Gem said.

"Well, good for them," Chloe said sarcastically.

"You know, Aaron, I'm sure with your newfound fa-" Gem began.

"Say anything about that, and I'm going to let a catfight happen right here," Aaron said with a death glare.

"Okay, I'll go. Not that I'm afraid of Smellman over there, but only because I don't want to break a nail." Gem said, walking away.

Sabrina suddenly had a wicked idea in her head, causing her to grin. Using two fingers, Sabrina fired off a blast of minor magic, ripping the back of Gem's pants. Not much to tear it in half, but enough to show, well, Gem's underwear.

Gem exclaimed at not only the sound of her pants ripping, but the sudden feeling of air on that specific spot. Blushing from embarrassment, Gem covered the back of her pants with her textbook as she exited the gym, heading outside.

Sabrina and Chloe laughed. "You know that was cruel? Then again, it's Gem, so that makes it hilarious," Aaron said, joining in their laughter.

"Something tells me that the debutantes is going to see a lot more of Gem than they thought." Sabrina joked.

"That is, if they can stop laughing first," Aaron said.

"Come on. I just hope my pen doesn't run out of ink. There are so many clubs I want to sign up for," Sabrina said, heading to the first booth.

"Sabrina, it's not how much you do, it's how well you do it." Chloe said.

"Well, I'm going to carpe diem," Sabrina said.

"You're going to be Cameron Diaz?" Chloe asked.

"No! Carpe diem. It's Latin for 'seize the day'. At least, that's what it says over there at the Latin Club's booth." Sabrina said, pointing at the booth in question. "My first stop. See ya," Sabrina waved to Aaron and Chloe as she head over to the booth to sign her name.

"So, what club are you going to sign up for, Aaron?" Chloe asked.

"Chloe, does it look like I'm desperate to go to college?" Aaron asked in response.

"Huh?" Chloe asked.

"I mean, college says they only take people who do extracurricular activities, but they're also desperate for students that they'll give scholarships for just about anything you can think of. Except for crimes. Those are not okay in the eyes of colleges," Aaron points out.

"Well, never thought of it that way." Chloe said.

"Anyways, what clubs are you going to join?" Aaron asked.

"What makes you think I want join a club?" Chloe asked, attempting to act indifferent, and failing.

"Easy. You're excited about these clubs. So tell me which ones you're thinking of, and I'll help you sign up for them, along with getting some of the stuff you need for them," Aaron said.

"You know, did anyone ever mention how much you've changed after your trip in New York?" Chloe asked.

"Mostly about how I didn't react to being hated on as much as I did back then." Aaron said.

"Well, I like this version of you," Chloe said.

"So do I," Aaron admitted.

"Well, got back from signing up for every clubs." Sabrina said.

"How did you do that so quickly? Our talk wasn't that long," Chloe said.

"...You lit the janitor's closet on fire again, didn't you? That's the only reason you would hurry up and sign for every club," Aaron said.

"It was mocking me!" Sabrina defended.

"How so?" Aaron asked, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"It was giving me weird looks," Sabrina said.

"Wait, again?" Chloe asked.

"Oh yeah, you don't know. Well, before you entered the picture, and well, even after you became part of, whatever shape this friendship had taken, Sabrina keeps lighting the janitor's closet on fire. Mainly because it keeps 'mocking' her," Aaron explained.

"Just because you have never seen it doesn't mean it doesn't happen." Sabrina argued.

"Even if so, you're still committing arson, Sabrina. It's a surprise you're not in detention," Aaron said.

"Well, if I'm busy with all of these clubs, then I can't do detention, can I? Bye, suckers!" Sabrina exclaimed, running into the hallways.

"...Can she do that?" Chloe asked.

"I dunno," Aaron said with a shrug.

Meanwhile, in the hallway, Sabrina ran past another janitor's closet. Only to walk backwards, glancing at the door.

For a moment, it look ordinary. Then, it did something that upset Sabrina: it stuck out its tongue while holding down a lower eyelid...somehow.

"Not today." Sabrina said, lighting a match.


That Evening-Kitchen, Spellman's Residence(6:25 P.M.)

"Sabrina, why did you lit the janitor's closet for the 30th time?" Quigley asked, sitting down at the dinner table.

"Because it gave me the stink eye," Sabrina said, scribbling down on a huge piece of paper. Five piles of books, a pair of running shoes, a couple pieces of clothing and a volleyball were on the dinner table, surrounding her.

"Great. Now the only thing Sabrina's got from me is some of my looks," Zelda said, putting down a plate she was washing to give Hilda $10.

"That's what happens when you bet against me. Though, just to ask, didn't you get your looks from Mom?" Hilda asked.

"...I'll be the only one to inherited her looks by this rate," Zelda said after a moment, resuming the dish washing.

At the same time, Quigley grabbed one of the books from the piles. "The Life Of Queen Elizabeth I? Impressive!" Quigley said, glad that Sabrina was studying a historical figure.

"It's research. I signed up for the World History Club today." Sabrina said, looking up from her paper.

"We could zap old Liz into the present if you need a guest speaker," Hilda offered. "Zelda used to play cards with her," she adds.

"Not by choice. She was a lousy sport. Lose a hand, execute a peasant. Royalty. Even Madison avoided Elizabeth like a plague." Zelda points out.

"And what's this for?" Quigley asked, holding up the volleyball.

"I also signed up for girls' water polo," Sabrina said.

"How do they get those poor horses to tread water?" Hilda asked, slapping her hand into the sink to show her point. However, she ended up splashing Zelda with the water from the sink.

"Like this," an unamused Zelda, soaking wet from the water, said, before zapping Hilda with magic. Hilda exclaimed in surprise before seemingly vanishing.

Where Hilda was sitting not only a few seconds ago was a fish bowl. In said fish bowl was Hilda, turned into a purple seahorse. An unamused purple seahorse.

Zelda gave the transformed Hilda a smirk. "Very funny," Hilda dryly replied, growling as she did so.

"Corral, Yoga, the Science Club?" Quigley wondered, seeing more stuff for different clubs. "I hope you're not overloading yourself, Sabrina."

"That's why I created this schedule. It tells me where I need to be and when I need to be there," Sabrina explained, holding up the paper, which she finished writing on.

"Impressive. Except you got 25 scheduled hours in your day, and there's no time set aside to sleep," Quigley points out, looking through the schedule.

"Oh," Sabrina said, realizing that small issue. "I can make that up in a leap year," she answered, erasing something off the schedule.

The phone rang right at that moment, which Zelda answered.

"Hello? Yes, she's right here." Zelda said, before covering the mouthpiece. "It's Mr. Sales from the Drama Club," she said to Sabrina, who walked over to Zelda to grab the phone.

"Hello? Sure. Auditions at 3?" Sabrina asked, not realizing that 'Scar' had walked into the kitchen.

'Scar', while absentmindedly rubbing his scar, glanced up at the counter, seeing the fish bowl. However, what really caught his eyes were the transformed Hilda inside it.

"Ooh hoo, dinner." 'Scar' said, licking his lips and rubbing his paws together.

"No problem, Mr. Sales." Sabrina said, ending the call. "Yeah!" she exclaimed, just as the phone rang again.

"Hello?" she asked, answering the call. "Cross-country practice at 3:30?" Sabrina asked, just as the doorbell rang.

"Can someone get that, please?" she asked, covering the mouthpiece of the phone so she doesn't confuse the caller.

As Quigley went to get the door, Sabrina resumed the phone call. "Right. I'll be there," she said, only to notice the receiver was blinking, indicating another person calling her.

"Hold on," Sabrina said, pushing the button, putting the person on hold so she can talk to the other person. "Uh-huh. 3:45? I thought we weren't typesetting until 6? Uh-huh, uh-huh. No, I understand. It's just-" Sabrina began, just as Quigley came back with a tuba.

"Time for the New Year's Day parade already?" Zelda asked Quigley.

"It's for Sabrina." Quigley answered.

"Since when did you play the tuba?" Zelda asked.

Sabrina ended the call and put the phone on the receiver. "Since 4 o'clock today. I signed up for band and it was the only instrument left," Sabrina explained, taking the tuba.

"Sabrina, just remember. It's not how much you do, it is how well you do it." Quigley advised, causing Sabrina to stop.

"Have you been hanging out with Chloe?" Sabrina asked Quigley, before making her way to her room.

At the same time, 'Scar' was staring intently at Hilda, licking his lips. However, as he was about to reach into the fish bowl to grab her, Hilda used her tail to zap him with magic, turning the scarred black cat into a scarred oyster.

"Was that truly necessary?" 'Scar' dryly asked.

Hilda growled in joy, scaring 'Scar' from the sheer joy Hilda managed to convey with the sounds. The smirk Hilda gave to 'Scar' sealed the fright factor.


Ten Minutes Later-Sabrina's Bedroom(7:05 P.M.)

Sabrina was hanging upside down from a trapeze bar, gluing pieces of cardboard together.

"Sabrina, please don't tell me this is the 'Hanging Upside-Down While Looking Dopey' Club. 'Scar' will never shut up about it if it is," Hilda said, back to her normal self.

"No. Never giving him satisfaction. I'm just building this maze for my Science Club experiment while doing my Cross-Country Club exercises." Sabrina explained, putting down the glue and cardboard. "I call it time maximization," Sabrina declared.

"Don't you mean multi-tasking?" Hilda asked.

"To-may-to, to-mah-to. What's the difference?" Sabrina said.

Suddenly, there was sound coming from the bedroom window. Sabrina and Hilda looked over to see someone in rock-climbing gear knocking on the window.

Sabrina leapt off the trapeze bar, landing gracefully on her feet next to the maze, and walked over to the window.

"Are you Sabrina Spellman?" asked the rock climber, needing confirmation that he is talking to Sabrina.

"Yeah," Sabrina said, confirming it's her.

"This equipment is for you," he said, handing Sabrina the equipment, which was a bundle of rope used for climbing. "The first meeting of the Rock Climbing Club is Friday at 3 o'clock. See you there!" exclaimed the rock climber, rappelling down.

"Sabrina, it's time to face facts! You're stretching yourself thinner than my dresses on date night!" Hilda exclaimed. "And that's saying something."

"Hey! I'm a pre-teen with tons of energy. I can juggle a few extracurriculars. Which reminds me, the Juggling Club meets every third Wednesday," Sabrina mused out loud.

Hilda sighed. "Okay, but if things don't work out the way you expect...just blame 'Scar'," Hilda said, leaving the room.


The Next Day-Thursday Afternoon-Greendale Junior High, Auditorium(3:05 P.M.)

Sabrina walked onto the stage, ready for her auditions. The person playing the role of Demetrius was a classmate whose name Sabrina didn't know. Actually, Sabrina didn't know much about her classmates outside of her friends, Gem, Slugloafe, Bernard, and at this point, Harvey.

However, that shouldn't deter her from the auditions, right?

"Stay, though thou kill me, Demetrius," Sabrina said, before noticing the time on her watch. "Oh, where did all the time go?" she asked, breaking character.

"I don't seem to remember that line," Mr. Sales said, looking over the script to confirm that what Sabrina said was not in the script.

"Sorry, Mr. Sales. Gotta motor," Sabrina said, running off to get ready for chorale.

"'Gotta motor'? Ah, the complexity of the current vernacular never ceases to astound me." Mr. Sales muses to himself.


Choir Room(3:10 P.M.)

"Oh, when the saints

"Go marching in" Sabrina ran into the room and took her place, singing with the other club members, being directed by the club leader.

"Oh, when the saints go marching in

"Oh Lord,

"I want to be in that number

"When the saints go

"Marching in" Thus, the song ends.

"That's enough for today," said the club leader.


Cross-Country Practice-Greendale Junior High Track(3:35 P.M.)

As everyone was running, Sabrina glanced down at her watch, noticing the time. Without anyone noticing, Sabrina ran off-track, taking a shortcut to get back to the school.

However, due to how much energy she was exerting, Sabrina stopped for a short break.

"Is this the universe...trying to tell me...that this is a dumb idea?" Sabrina asked in between breaths.

"If I say yes, will you drop some clubs?" Aaron asked, popping out of a bush next to her.

"Aaron, what are you doing here?!" Sabrina asked, shocked.

"Shh. I'm hiding from the news reporters who came all the way here to interview me," Aaron said.

"...What?" Sabrina asked flatly.

"I know. Anyways, they'll leave in an hour or two, but until then, I'm a bush," Aaron said, hiding in the very bush he popped out of.

"And if they come crawling here?" Sabrina asked.

"I'll claim to be a talking bush. They're so desperate for any story that they'll believe it," Aaron said.

"Anyways, this can't be a sign from the universe." Sabrina said.

"Gee, what makes you say that?" Aaron snarked.

"For starters, no one today told me to drop a few clubs." Sabrina said.

"I did," Aaron pointed out.

"In fact, I can do this. However, it's a matter of how," Sabrina said, ignoring what Aaron just said.

"That's the complete opposite of what I just said." Aaron said.

"It's almost as if I need...more of me." Sabrina said, having an idea. "Of course, it makes sense! If people are saying that just one of me is unable to handle many clubs, then I'll have to make clones. That way, I can do as many clubs as I want, and do them well!" Sabrina exclaimed.

"That's not how it works!" Aaron exclaimed.

"It's totally how it works! Thank you, universe, for giving me this answer," Sabrina said.

"Are you even listening to reason?" Aaron asked.

"Not now, bush. I need to make clones. After I head to my next club!" Sabrina said, running off to the school building.

"...Maybe I would've better chances if I just put a fedora. After all, if it works for Perry the Platypus, then it'll work for me too," Aaron commented.


Greendale Junior High Interior(3:45 P.M.)

"Excuse me. Pardon me. Tuba's coming through!" Sabrina said to various students as she ran down the hallway, entering a random room.

She soon played the tuba, only to hear yoga music. Sabrina gasped, realizing what club she was in.

"Coming to serenade the Yoga Class, Sabrina?" Chloe sarcastically asked.

"Heh. Got my schedule mixed up," Sabrina admitted sheepishly.


That Evening-2nd Floor Bathroom, Spellman's Residence(8:30 P.M.)

Sabrina, wearing her pajamas, finished brushing her teeth. "Well, today definitely proves it. I need to make more of me. But how?" Sabrina wondered.

"Having problems? I have the solution," Zelda said, peeking out of the shower.

"What are you doing in the shower?" asked Sabrina.

"Well, I was taking a shower, until you burst in, brushing your teeth while lamenting about today," Zelda said, pointing to the water dripping from her hair.

"Anyways, you have a solution?" Sabrina asked.

"Yes. Let me finish my shower, first." Zelda said.

"Ugh, fine." Sabrina groaned as she left the bathroom.


Five Minutes Later-Kitchen(8:39 P.M.)

"Here you go," Zelda said, putting down a small device. To anyone else, it looks similar to a cloning device from a certain movie, just smaller. To Sabrina, however, it was something that disappointed her.

"Are you shitting me?" Sabrina asked flatly.

"Either you can have a clone or you can have none. Take your pick," Zelda said.

"Fiiiiine," Sabrina groaned out.

"Wow, she acts like she's already a teenager," Zelda commented. "And it's your fault for getting her to that bratty teenage phase," Zelda added, glaring at 'Scar', who walked into the kitchen.

"So, this is the thanks I get for working overtime?" 'Scar' asked.

"If by 'working', you mean throwing Sabrina under the bus for your mistakes, then yes, this is the thanks you deserved." Zelda said.

"Fine, then I'm going to the catnip store," 'Scar' grumbled as he left.

"That'll get him out of our hairs. Speaking of hairs," Zelda said, pulling out two pieces of Sabrina's hair.

"Owwww...hey, that didn't hurt at all," Sabrina said, surprised about the lack of pain.

"Duh, I pulled the pieces that won't hurt," Zelda said, putting the hairs in the device. "Middle school these days, with fractured brain cells and fragile egos," she muttered.

"Hey!" Sabrina protested.

"That's the only reason why you're doing all of those clubs," Zelda points out.

"Then why are you helping me?" Sabrina asked.

"Because we're not using magic," Zelda said.

"Well, Aaron would've done those clubs just by multitasking," Sabrina defended.

"Not all of them at the same time," Zelda said.

"Whatever. Why do you need two pieces of hair anyways?" Sabrina asked.

"Just in case if one wasn't enough," Zelda said nonchalantly.

"Okay. Well, I'm going to sleep. See you tomorrow," Sabrina said, yawning as she head upstairs.

"See you," Zelda said, before looking at the device. "Or better yet, you'll be seeing yourself."


The Next Morning-Friday Morning-Sabrina's Bedroom(7:00 A.M.)

Sabrina's alarm clock started ringing. She groaned before slowly opening her eyes, seeing...herself sitting on the bed?

"Morning, sleepyhead," greeted the Sabrina, who was smiling happily, sitting on the bed.

Sabrina exclaimed as she fully woke up. She sat up, taking in the situation. Sabrina doubted that she could ever smile like that anymore, but that wasn't her major concern. Her main concern is that a second her was sitting on the bed for who knows how long

"Hey, don't scare me like that," a third Sabrina said, revealing herself to be sitting on the bed as well. This one has messy hair.

"Zelda's machine, it works! This is perfect! Especially since I have two clones!" Sabrina exclaimed, remembering the night prior. "So, what's the first order of business?" Sabrina asked.

"Well, for starters, we decided to change our names," the Sabrina with the happy smile said.

"How come?" Sabrina asked.

"Duh. If more than one person come into school with the name of Sabrina, it'll be confusing. Plus, we can pretend to be your cousins," the messy-haired Sabrina said.

"Okay! What are your names?" Sabrina asked.

"Melissa," said the happy Sabrina.

"Emily," replied the messy-haired Sabrina.

"Good. Anyways, put these jerseys on," Sabrina said, holding up a red jersey in one hand, and a yellow jersey in another. "That way, we keep track of who's who."

"Won't they know just by how we look and act?" Melissa asked.

"Please? I want to do something from a movie I saw last night. Plus, I'll be wearing this," Sabrina said, putting on a green jersey.

"So, we'll be like traffic lights?" Emily asked, putting on the red jersey.

"No. We'll be like Veggietale rejects," Sabrina said.

"I'd rather take the traffic light," Emily deadpanned.

"No, Veggietales reject." Sabrina argued.

"Traffic lights!"

"Veggietale rejects!"

"I thought this was Switching Goals." Melissa said, putting on the yellow jersey.

"No!" Sabrina and Emily said in unison.

Sabrina soon looked at her alarm clock. "Oh no, we're going to be late for clubs!" Sabrina exclaimed.

"But it's 7:10-ish," Emily said.

"So?" Sabrina asked.

"So clubs doesn't start until after school, which means we need to head to school first," Melissa points out.

"And that's why we're going to be at clubs early," Sabrina said, dragging Melissa and Emily with her to school.


Later That Afternoon-Greendale Junior High(3:00 P.M.)

The school day had been okay at best. No one had really questioned Emily and Melissa's presence...at least, until school ended. That's when Sabrina and her two clones hit their first road block.

"Hey, Sabrina. What's up with the lookalikes?" Pi asked, pointing at Emily and Melissa. The other students were wondering the same thing too, but decided to wait until after school was over, so that the teachers wouldn't make them feel stupid for asking.

For a moment, Sabrina mentally blanked out due to the question, on top of her exhaustion from the day prior, even with the sleep she had. She forgot what she did today, what she ate for lunch, and the plan she came up with.

Fortunately for her, Emily and Melissa remembered the plan.

"We're Sabrina's cousins. I'm Melissa Spellman, and I'm from Australia," Melissa claimed, shaking Pi's hand.

"And I'm Emily. I'm from Rome," Emily said, shaking Pi's hand too.

"So, if you're from Australia and Rome, then when did you guys arrive here?" Pi asked.

"Last night," Emily and Melissa said.

"But the airport is still getting repaired," Pi points out.

"We arrived in Florida by boat," Melissa clarified.

"Then we took a bus to get here," Emily added.

"That checks out. Though are you sure your boat went to Florida? It's one of the worst places to be in," Pi said.

"Yes. New York was crowded." Melissa said.

"And the less said about New Jersey, the better." Emily points out.

"Touche. Though this destroys the theory I was making. ...Unless, maybe Aaron can help. Well, see you three later," Pi said, walking down the halls.

"So, why did you mentally blank out?" Melissa asked.

"I didn't expect Pi to ask me that question. But if it was Chloe, then I would be fine." Sabrina said.

"Hey, Sabrina, and Sabrina, and Sabrina." Chloe said, walking up to Sabrina and her clones, the latter three being shocked.

"Hey, Chloe," Sabrina said, flabbergasted.

"Just promise me this," Chloe said.

"Promise you what?" Sabrina asked.

"That you didn't use the Monkey Paw to make clones," Chloe said.

"Chloe, I may be a moron, but I'm not a dangerous moron." Sabrina said.

"First off, she didn't use the Monkey Paw, she and Zelda used a machine. And two, how did you know she made clones?" Melissa asked.

"This is Sabrina we're talking about. Magic or not, she'll make clones to justify the amounts of clubs she's in," Chloe said.

"You can't stop me!" Sabrina exclaimed.

"Well, at least I'm relieved that what happened to my great-grandparents didn't happened to you," Chloe said.

"What happened to them?" Emily asked.

"You don't want to know," Chloe said ominously.


Meanwhile, with Pi and Aaron(3:15 P.M.)

"Hey, Aaron. Can you help me with a theory?" Pi asked, walking up to Aaron's locker.

"Which one? You have so many, including the female who lived through two lifetimes," Aaron said, grabbing his stuff and closing his locker.

"The one about Sabrina and the Olsen twins being related," Pi said.

"Oh, that on-Wait, what?" Aaron asked, shocked.

"Yeah. See, I seem to hi-" Pi began to say.

"Dude, why didn't you invite me?!" Aaron interrupted.

"Now, don't try to st-wait, what did you say?" Pi asked, confused.

"I've been trying to figure it out for years, and yet Sabrina and her family had been keeping their mouths zipped," Aaron said.

"Well, that theory has been debunked by the appearances of Sabrina's cousins," Pi said.

"That's what they want you to think." Aaron said. "Come on, have you noticed the similarities between Sabrina and the Olsen twins? The way they look? The way they act? The way they do good deeds but are viewed as villains due to being at the wrong place at the wrong time?

"Heck, I wouldn't be surprised if Sabrina has to go into the Witness Protection Program due to witnessing a crime and testifying, only to have to move around constantly due to blabbing to the first random person she sees about what she witnessed. So the FBI are forced to send her to Australia, because that's the last place anyone would think of looking." Aaron said.

"Do you really think that'll happen?" Pi asked.

"Pi, this is the Olsen family. Anything can happen with them, and Sabrina is probably a part of their family, or they're part of her family. Either way, I'm not stopping until I get my answers, and you shouldn't either! So are you ready?!" Aaron exclaimed.

"Yes," Pi muttered.

"I can't hear you," Aaron said.

"I'm ready!" Pi exclaimed.

"Good. Now, time to figure out the genetic stuff," Aaron said.

"Good thing I got the Mary-Kate and Ashley Olsen movies, which they were teens in the films," Pi said, holding up the VHS tapes.

"Well, I was planning a long and unnecessary complicated process of taking their DNA samples and using that, but your idea is smart, simple and better than mine. However, where are we going to watch them?" Aaron asked.

"My locker," Pi said, walking to his locker, while Aaron followed.

"Pi, you do know our lockers are small, right?" Aaron asked.

"Just see for yourself," Pi said, opening his locker. What should be a small, enclosed space was replaced by a huge room, like something from a lair or a man cave.

"You have this much room and you didn't tell anyone? Pi, you secret genius! If the students know, then the staff would know, and then we'll be back to the bland lockers. And I don't want to go back to bland lockers, given it took me days to decorate mines," Aaron said.

"I know. So, wanna head in?" Pi asked.

"Yeah!" Aaron exclaimed, as the two headed into the locker. The locker closes itself behind them.


Montage of Sabrina, Melissa and Emily's various clubs

(A/N: Listen to the song while reading the montage. Trust us, it's worth it. /S-W62caQ978)

Emily was at Cross-Country practice, sprinting as fast as she could. However, she started feeling stitches, causing her to hold her sides in pain.

Yet, since she was in the middle of the tracks, she couldn't stop for a moment, or else everyone on the Cross-Country team would be mad at her, not to mention she absolutely refused to let Gem mock her. So, forcing herself through the pain, Emily ran the rest of the way to the track.

"How's...the...pace, Smellman?" Gem attempted to taunt Emily, but due to the fact she was getting exhausted herself, she just sounded like she was on the verge of collapsing.

"Good. See you at the finish line," Emily said, forcing herself to add more speed to her sprint, leaving Gem in her dust.

Meanwhile, Melissa was at Drama Club, where they were doing a scene which involves everyone falling asleep. Only to look down at her watch and realize that she needs to get to chorale.

Apologizing to Mr. Sales, Melissa runs to the choir room, where the chorale was. On the way, Melissa run past Chloe and another student, causing them to spin around and accidentally toss their ceramic arts into the air.

"Melissa!" Chloe exclaimed, causing Melissa to see the fragile crafts. Melissa barely caught them, only for the two arts to start slipping out of her hands. So, to make sure they didn't hit the floor, Melissa juggled them, thus regaining her grip on them.

"Wow, you should sign up for-," the student next to Chloe began to say.

"The juggling club?" Melissa finished, handing the two ceramics back to Chloe and the student. "I already am, sorta."

"What else is new?" Chloe asked.

"See you later!" Melissa said, running to the choir room.

How many more clubs do we have today? Melissa asked mentally as she leapt over a rolling trashcan being pushed by two of the three custodians and arriving at chorale with seconds to spare.

Meanwhile, Sabrina was having the time of her life, while hiding her fears. "Yay!" Sabrina exclaimed as she proceeded to do some rock climbing.

What made Sabrina's day more happier is seeing Gem grumbling as the latter walked. Sabrina turned her head subtley to hear what Gem was grumbling about.

"First Smellman and her cousins beat me at cross-country, then they gets the lead in the play, and now they've gotten a role in the chorale. It's like the universe is trying to favor those loser. Hmph, no matter. No one is better than Gemini Stone, even when she's at her low." Gem grumbled as she stormed off.

"Ha, so Gem's finally knows like it's like to be second-rate. This time, she can't use money to inflate her ego." Sabrina said with a smirk as she continue having fun.


End of Montage

Emily and Melissa collapsed on the floor in the halls. "Question. Do you have any magic? Because I don't," Emily said in between pants, trying to relieve herself from the stitches she's gained from practice.

"Besides card tricks, no," Melissa said, pulling out a water bottle and drank half of it. She then handed it to Emily, who drank the other half.

"Thanks," Emily gasped out, relieved that some of the pain was gone due to the water.

"How is it that we are exhausted just by one afternoon of clubs?" Melissa asked, wiping off sweat off her eyebrows.

"Easy. Even though we share Sabrina's high energy and stamina, that doesn't mean it won't be depleted from all of the clubs she's doing, along with having us do in her place." Emily explained.

"Does that mean Sabrina is also exhausted?" Melissa asked.

"Definitely, even if she doesn't want to admit it." Emily said.

Right at that moment, Sabrina arrived, definitely exhausted yet had a grin on her face for some reason.

"Come on, Emily, Melissa, we have 12 more clubs to finish today!" Sabrina said, running off to the next club.

"...We need to stop her or else she's going to die from exhaustion, lack of sleep, starvation and dehydration." Emily asked.

"I know. But how? She's not going to listen to anyone about dropping clubs since she believes she can multitask well," Melissa said.

"Hmm," Emily said to herself before getting an idea. "Of course, she won't listen to anyone. However, she'll have to listen to herself," Emily said.

"So, we're giving her an intervention?" Melissa asked.

"Yep." Emily said simply.

"Okay. Let's try tonight after dinner," Melissa said.

"Okay. For now, let's try and get through the remaining clubs for the day," Emily said.

"Alright," Melissa said. And with that, the two left in different directions, heading to different clubs.


Meanwhile-Aaron and Pi's P.O.V.(4:25 P.M.)

Aaron and Pi left the locker, having watched one of the five films. "Well, that was great," Aaron said as the locker shut itself once more.

"No kidding. And I have been watching these for awhile," Pi said as he and Aaron walked down the hallway.

As they turned the corner, Sabrina turned the corner as well, heading to another club.

"Um, Sabrina," Aaron said, causing Sabrina to stop in her tracks.

"Yes?" she asked, turning around.

"I'm alright with you deciding to change your wardrobe and all, but I'm surprised you're not wearing a pink jersey," Aaron said, pointing at Sabrina's jersey.

"Oh. Um, well..." Sabrina trailed off.

"No need to continue. It's why I brought some just in case," Aaron said, handing Sabrina a pink jersey.

"Oh. Thanks," Sabrina said, putting it on.

"You're welcome," Aaron said with a smile.

"Well, um, see ya!" Sabrina said, continuing her trek down the hall.

"Why do you have a pink jersey in your bag?" Pi asked.

"Like I said, as a just in case precaution," Aaron said.

Right at that moment, Emily turned the corner.

"Um, Sabreeny, did you lost the jersey I gave you?" Aaron asked.

"Huh?" Emily asked, before realizing that Aaron doesn't know about her nor Melissa. However, instead of correcting him, she decided to play along.

"Um, yeah. Somehow I lost the jersey you just gave me," Emily said.

"Well, good thing I carried extra." Aaron said, pulling out a second pink jersey.

"Um, thank you," Emily said, putting on the jersey before running off.

"First off, why do you carry extras?" Pi asked.

"Again, a just in case precaution," Aaron said with a shrug.

"Also, that wa-" Pi began, only for Melissa to turn the corner.

"Hey Pi, Aaron," Melissa said.

"Wait," Aaron said, causing Melissa to stop. "Seems like you lost the pink jersey again. Good thing I have more," Aaron said, pulling out a third jersey.

"One of my favorite colors! Thanks," Melissa said, pulling on the pink jersey before running down the halls.

"Welp, done my friendship deed for the day," Aaron said.

"Aaron, I was going to say that you gave the pink jerseys to Sabrina's two cousins. You know, the ones who almost debunked the theory," Pi said, causing Aaron's smile to fade.

"What?" Aaron asked.

"And since they and Sabrina were wearing different color jerseys, it was probably a system to keep track of who's who," Pi continued.

"...Great. So not only did I ruin a perfectly good system, but now the janitor's closet is giving us the stink eye," Aaron said, pointing to said closet. "Guess Sabrina was right about that one after all."

"Aaron, I know I'm the weird one with all the crazy theories, but I don't think it's the janitor's closet that's doing the stink eye," Pi said.

"What makes you say that?" Aaron asked.

"Have you noticed what's on the door for the janitor's closet?" Pi asked.

Aaron took a closer look, and what he saw made his heart stop for a second. There was a peephole on the door.

"Pi, do janitor's closets have peepholes on the doors?" Aaron whispered, horrified by the implications.

"No." Pi shook his head.

"Okay, let's act natural," Aaron said.

"Yeah," Pi agreed, as he and Aaron backed up.

Shortly afterwards, the two down the halls, screaming like a certain sea sponge and squid, as they panicked.

Surprisingly, no one batted an eye at the two. Mostly due to no one else being in the halls. So Aaron and Pi were spared the embarrassment of having to explain themselves as they ran out of the school.


That Evening-Sabrina's Bedroom(7:25 P.M.)-Sabrina, Emily and Melissa's P.O.V.

"So, how was the clubs?" Sabrina asked.

"Exhausting," Melissa said, taking off the pink jersey.

"Exactly what she said." Emily agreed, taking off the pink jersey as well.

"That's our sacrifice to do these clubs. Speaking of clubs, since we did well today, I signed us up for another one," Sabrina said, using magic to turn off the lights.

A disco ball suddenly appeared, spinning around. At the same time, 70s music started playing. Sabrina, getting into the groove, put on sunglasses as she danced. "I signed us up for the Super 70s Club!" Sabrina exclaimed.

"Wait, what?!" Emily asked.

"Why would you add more clubs to the schedule?" Melissa asked.

"Duh, because we are having fun." Sabrina said like it's the obvious.

"No, we're not. We're exhausted, and adding more is going to be the death of us," Emily said.

"Emily, that's being overdramatic. We did great today, and we'll continue to do well throughout the rest of the year. Now, time to rework the schedule," Sabrina said, leaving.

"...Does she really hate herself that much?" Melissa asked.

"What makes you think that?" Emily asked.

"She didn't listen to us, and despite the fact we're our own people, we still have her DNA. So if she hates herself, then that means she can't look at us without intensifying that self-hatred." Melissa said.

"...Wow, didn't expect that today," Emily said.

"So, since the intervention failed, what do we do now?" Melissa asked.

"The one thing we can do: reduce the amount of clubs." Emily said.


Monday Afternoon-Greendale Junior High(3:15 P.M.)

"Well, time to head to my clubs." Sabrina said, walking up to her locker.

However, she noticed something on there. Something that took away the good feelings she had been somewhat feeling for the past couple of days and replace them with an empty feeling.

"No, no, no." Sabrina muttered.

"Search your feelings, you know this joke to be overrated," Emily deadpanned.

"Not to mention you're pushing yourself to exhaustion," Melissa said.

"NOOOOOO! Noooo," Sabrina wailed as she crumpled to her knees.

"Sabrina, we know what you were intending with all of this, and we don't want you to go down that route. I mean, if you're not going to live for your friends, parents, aunts or even Quigley, then at least live for us! We can't be triplets if 1/3 of us is six feet under!" Melissa pleaded.

"Plus, you're the only one who can stop Salem from taking over the house, and the town. Sure, Hilda and Zelda are older, but their magic is cut in half. Salem's magic is in the same boat, but he can make clones of himself to outnumber and outmatch them with magic. Not to mention one of those clones have the chance to regain his human form, thus regaining his full magic," Emily explained.

This snapped Sabrina out of her anguish, as she looked at Emily and Melissa with shock.

"Come on, we're sisters. Of course we're going to feel protective about you," Emily assured.

"And I know what will make you happy," Melissa said. To the shock of Sabrina and Emily, Melissa pulled out three flamethrowers and laid them down on the floor.

However, the shock quickly faded away as Sabrina and Emily each grabbed a flamethrower, knowing exactly what to do.


Three Hours Later(6:25 P.M.)-Aaron and Pi's P.O.V.

"Well, those films tugged at my heartstrings," Pi said as he and Aaron left his locker.

"I know. Though, did you noticed the smell of something burning? Because it seems like Sabrina had burned the janitor's closet again," Aaron said.

"So that's why the fire alarms are going off," Pi pointed out, as said alarms were blaring. However, Pi noticed something else.

"Wait, why are the lights off?" Pi asked.

"Huh, guess we lost track of time," Aaron said.

"We're stuck in the school! We're going to die in here!" Pi shouted.

"Wait, Pi. Are you forgetting who else stays here after school is over?" Aaron asked.

"Who?" Pi asked.

Just at that moment, Janice poked her head out from her door, radio in hand.

"Oh, there you are," Janice said. Turning towards the radio, she said, "Call off the search and rescue. I've found them."

"Aw! Now I'll never arrest those kids, forcing their parents to pay bail. How else am I supposed to get my free money now?!" whined a voice on the other end.

"Lucas, you do know I can still hear you, right?" Janice said in a deathly calm tone.

"...You heard nothing." Lucas said, followed by the sound of a radio turning off.

"Anyways, it's time to head home, Pi. As for you, Dastardly, I'm sure your parents are worried about you," Janice said.

"Yeah. They're probably wondering whether or not I got kidnapped by another crazy news reporter who wants an exclusive interview," Aaron said.

"What?" Janice asked.

"What?" Aaron said, pretending to play dumb. "Anyways, see you later," Aaron said, leaving.


(A/N: Disclaimer: For those who didn't caught the obvious hint, Sabrina is suffering from depression. In fact, she had it since Chapter 16, it's been subtle until now. So, for those wondering about Sabrina's expression changing on a hat, note that it depends on whether she has a high day or a low day. Also, she has two new sisters: Emily and Melissa, which are her clones.{You may had noticed that their names are also references to Melissa Joan Hart and Emily Hart, both of whom played the role of Sabrina in different continuities.}

Also, just realize this, we never explained how the Dread Baron 'did' magic. Well, {spoiler warnings} Dick Dastardly II took a lot of magic stuff from his and Dread's mom and tried to destroyed it, only to failed. So, he gave it to Dread, knowing that nothing bad will happen. Some of those stuff include things that doesn't require anyone to be magic to use said stuff.

Finally, you all know that this story has been going on for almost 3 years. Well, since the co-author and I plan on getting to the other stories[on top of just wanting to be done with The Animated Series due to how much we force ourselves to do it], we've decided to reduce the rest of this story. So instead of having 21 chapters left, we've decided to do 13 to make sure we finish this. See you soon.)