It was lunchtime at Hartfeld High. Peggy had promised the girls she would bring some Irish biscuits that her father made for them. She also promised to check out her father's new coffee shop. "Hey!" shouted a student. "Who is that hottie?"

They spotted a hot girl wearing Norwegian couture. This got all the straight boys mezmerized by her beauty. "Who is that?" asked Rayne.

"She's an exchange student from Norway," Addison replied, "Her name is Elodie, and she's hitting on all the boys in school. Isa and I know her in our science class."

"Including my Dagger?" Isadora asked. "Because my Dagger would never cheat on me. I'll become very lonely. Plus there's always Addison. You've been by my side since we were little children, and we owe it all to a little morse code."

"Technically," Addison replied, "she insulted his dark apparel."

"That's a relief," smiled Isadora. "For a second I thought she would steal Dagger from me. He would never cheat on me with another girl. There are other girls here in the school."

An elderly woman in gym clothes came up to them. It was their gym teacher for the 2nd semester this January, Coach Coppola. "I wouldn't trust that Norwegian," she said. "I studied Norgwegian while I was at a book convention in the 2010s. When she had gym class with me today, she got most of the Norwegian words wrong."

By a cafeteria window, Bipon was watching them from a distance. "So," he said, "a Norwegian exchange student getting in the way of our heroes, huh? Perhaps a few Norse monsters would exchange their problems."

Back inside, the girls were still feeling a little suspicious about Elodie. She claimed that she spoke French, volunteered at a hospital for unpriveleged pets and her great-great-great grandmother has performed in the first ever production of "Carmen" in 1875.

XxoxX

After school, the girls were getting ready to go Havana Java Coffee Shop, where Peggy's father worked, when Peggy sensed danger. "There are some Fenrirs outside of school."

"Fenwhat?" Rayne asked.

"I remembered Coach Coppola telling the kids about Norse monsters, and the Fenrir was the wolf monster," Isadora said. "Felipa was amazed by the whole idea of Fenrir monsters. I mean, she wants to be a werewolf next year for Halloween. I already bought my costume for next year, just the accessories. I'm going to be a rock star."

"Well then, let's rock those wolves' world," Peggy said.

Guardians Unite

Our heroes found some Jeivan Fenrirs wrecking the park. "A little puppy once said," Rayne said, "'Let's take a bite out of crime'."

They came down and took out the Jeivan Fenrirs, much to Bipon's disliking. "Hey, you dumb dogs!" he shouted. "Get your carpet-scratching butts up and fight back!"

Peggy remembered seeing stray dogs in Ireland, and they always looked through the trash bins for some meat. This gave her an idea. She created an illusion of a ham she did while practicing her power last night when her parents were at the movies and when Esme was sleeping. This made the gullible Jeivan Fenrirs fall for the trap and start biting each other. "Now there's something to crave for," Peggy joked.

After they left, they changed back by a kiosk so no one would notice. They were by an Irish/Cuba coffee shop. "So," Mahi said, "this is Havana Java Coffee Shop, the Irish/Cuban fusion cafe."

"Of course," Peggy replied. "My father started working here not long after we moved to America. An elderly Irishman was visiting our homeland when he stopped by the cafe near the theater where Mom use to work. It was called Teacup City. After rehearsal, dancers used to get the best biscuits in the neighborhood here. After the elderly Irishman took a biscuit, he realized that he didn't have any good biscuits since he started his mid-life crisis. So he took some to his wife for their wedding anniversary."

"That's sweet, man," Rayne replied.

"A few months later," Peggy replied, "he sent a letter to the same cafe where he repaid my father by working for him in Hartfeld."

"So that's how he got the job," Mahi realized. "Usually they would put up a resume, find a nice outfit, and go for an interview."

"That's true," Peggy replied, "but sometimes age can ruin your tastebuds."

XxoxX

Inside the Havana Java cafe, the place was crawling with decor from Ireland and Cuba. Camilla Cabello's "Havana" was playing over the intercom. Mr. O'Donovan came out with a fresh batch of Irish biscuits, and Esme was there to help him out. "Hey, Daddy," greeted Peggy.

"Peggy," replied Mr. O'Donovan. "How was school today?"

"It was great," Peggy said.

"Mr. O'Moonsey wet me hewp Daddy give out these biscuits," Esme explained, "just as wong as I don't pway with the equipment."

"It's O'Mooney, Esmeralda," an elderly man with an Irish accent said. "But don't worry. You're still young."

"That's a relief, Mr. O'Mooney," Addison said, "because we all know that child labor is illegal."

"Rayne, Isadora, Addison," Mr. O'Mooney said, "back for some more of Santana's famous coconut banana muffins?"

"You bet ya, Kian," Rayne answered. "And these are our new friends, Mahi and-"

"Peggy O'Donovan," replied Mr. O'Mooney. "Brody has told me so much about you."

"I can't believe that this is the first time I'd ever came here," Peggy smiled.

"So is Elodie," Addison replied as she pointed to her.

They spotted Elodie flirting with a bunch of boys at a table right near a painting of a beach. An elderly lady with a bunch of hot coffees was coming to her table. Little did she know was that a handsome Latino boy just mopped up the floors and forgot to place up the sign, "Santana dear" shouted Mr. O'Mooney, "Look out."

But it was too late, Santana slipped and spilled the hot coffee on Elodie, "Hey!" Elodie shouted in an American accent. "You ruined my makeup!"

She looked around to see that everyone was suprised that her accent was fake. "I told you students not to trust Ms. Elodie. She's a fake," snarled Coach Coppola from a distance.

"Damien," Mr. O'Mooney said, "did you forget to place the wet floor sign up again?"

"Sorry, Kian," Damien said. "There was someone by the register and I had to take the order."

Mr. O'Mooney groaned, "This is what happens when the custodian calls out."

Rayne came up to the fake Norwegian girl. "We better see the directeur" she said.

"Dire-who?" asked Elodie.

"Manager," Rayne growled. "You said you spoke French."

"And let's not forget that 'Carmen' was written by Henri Meilhac and Ludovic Halévy in France," Addison corrected, "not Norway."

"Okay!" Elodie shouted. "I faked the whole Norwegian exchange-student thing to get some attention. It's true I'm Norwegian-American, but I don't want to be lonely."

Everyone was mad at Elodie for lying to them. Rochelle came up to her and poured some hot cocoa on her. "I'm the only mean girl at Hartfeld High," she growled. "Never take away my position."

"Yeah!" Sasha shouted, "If you were actually form Norway, I could kiss you."

"No one messes with Rochelle" Lara replied as she tossed a dropped muffin at her.

Everyone left for their cafe while Elodie begged for them to come back, much to her regret. "Girls" Mr. O'Donovan said to them, "Perhaps I should teach you girls how to teach my biscuit recipe."

"Can I also teach Peggy and Mahi my coconut/banana muffin recipe" asked Santana. "I've been dying to teach some new customers my recipe."

"Sure Mrs. O'Mooney" Mr. O'Donovan answered.

The End.