Fat Albert thought of a way of using the buckets of water to destroy the arrows. As all the buckets were tied everywhere from across the hallway ceiling, the cafe ceiling, the entrances to the classrooms, and above the front doors, Fat Albert and Big Bertha counted down quietly as Bertha hanged onto the first rope carefully.
"Three."
...
"Two."
The two whispered softly with the bucket targeting one of the students, happening to be Estelle.
...
"One!"
Bertha pulled the rope, and ultimately, without getting soaked, the bottom of the bucket landed on Stella's head, knocking her out on the floor.
The dimwitted girl lifted herself up and appeared to be out of the trance, she was back to her old self again!
"Huh? Wha- What happened?" She wondered, looking confused, especially the chaos that's going on in the cafeteria.
Bertha smiled widely, "Stella, you're back! She exclaimed in excitement, "It really worked!"
"What are you talking about?" Stella questioned.
The tall girl began to explain, "This may sound hard to believe but, umm...you were under some kind of love spell but what matters right now is that you're back to normal."
Stella raised an eyebrow, " L-love Spell?"
Out of the blue, the girl gasped as she felt her left arm being yanked by Rudy and her other arm pulled to the right by Dumb Donald while both boys were still under the spell."
"She belongs to me, Lampshade head!" Rudy hollered, pulling Stella towards him.
"I got to her first, ya turkey!" Donald yelled back, taking Stella's hand as her body leans towards him.
Albert and Bertha dragged Stella out between the two from man-handling her then zoomed out of the cafe doors. Down the hall, Rudy and Dumb Donald are seen right behind the three, chasing after them as fast as they can.
Stella began to freak out, "W-what's going on here!" She kept on running.
"We'll explain later, less talking, more running!" Bertha replied.
As the trio were about to enter Miss Wucher's classroom to hide from the two cursed boys, Albert, including Bertha felt a twitch in both of their heads. Unfortunately, they were the last few to go.
Stella watched from further away as both of them start dancing and twirling in the hall, she then realized, "So that's the love spell." Stella exclaimed.
As for Rudy and Donald, they haven't given up yet, and still desperate to win Stella.
Besides not being the smartest, Stella came up with a idea as she noticed the water-filled buckets tied to the ceiling. She pulled on one of them and what backfired when Rudy stopped, Dumb Donald right behind him, causing him to roll down the hallway and crash into the janitor's closet.
The heavy bucket got Rudy pretty good as he laid there, for a moment and sat up, feeling dizzy and seeing stars with his pupils bouncing around in this eyeballs, "Wow, what was that all about?" The rich kid took off his hat, rubbing the back of his head.
Stella smiled, "Yes!" She exclaimed until she paid attention towards Bertha as well as Albert flirting around her, "Now it's your guys' turn." She added, releasing two buckets, landing on the both of them.
They felt a bit dizzy for a second until it became awkward between the two.
Albert held out his hand, "Hey, Hey, Hey, Are you okay?" He asked, pulling Bertha off the floor.
"Yes, thanks." She answered, "Woah! and thank you, Stella." Bertha hugged her friend, "Without you, I think all of us would cursed forever. For now, let's go break that spell!" She informed.
Approaching the group was another kid, groaning in agony, it was Dumb Donald, who had been freed from the spell, probably due to when he crashed into the closet.
"Uhhhh, W-w-what did I miss?" He questioned, placing his hand on his head, feeling like he's got a slight headache.
"Donald!" Stella exclaimed as she ran up and hugged him tightly, "I'm so glad you're okay!"
"Alright, you two, we've got more serious things to accomplish!" Bertha suggested.
Albert turned around, "Come along, Rudy." He called out to the rich boy.
Everybody else ran ahead, on their way back to the cafeteria.
"Hey, wait up, I wanna know what's going on!" Rudy shouted, catching up to the group.
