Before the guppies knew it, it was time for lunch. Goby and Deema exited their history class, the same class Molly and Gil had earlier. They head to the cafeteria.

"Hey, Gobes. What time is it?" Deema said while smiling.

"Um…" Goby pulls his cell phone out of his pocket, "12:01."

"Nope, that's not the right time. It's time for lunch!" Deema said.

"Uh, yeah. We have lunch at 12," Goby said.

"Don't tell me you forgot!" Deema said in a surprised tone. Goby stared at her with a confused expression.

"The Lunchtime song! Remember? We sung it in preschool with Mr. Grouper," Deema reminded him.

"Oh!" Goby realized.

"Sing it with me, Gobes. For all time's sake," Deema pleaded.

"Ok. (ahem) Excuse me, what time is it?" Goby deepened his voice to sound like Mr. Grouper.

"It's time for lunch!" Deema squealed.

Meanwhile, in the cafeteria, the other four settled in their table. Molly and Gil sat next to each other (of course) and Oona and Nonny sat at the ends.

"I wonder where Deema and Goby are," Gil said.

Deema and Goby strutted into the cafeteria, singing the lunchtime song.

"What time is it?" Goby sang, voice still deep.

"It's time for lunch!" Deema sang happily.

"What time is it?"

"It's time for lunch!"

"What time is it?"

"It's time for lunch!"

"It's lunchtime!" Goby sang.

"Hey, what's for lunch?" Deema sang.

The two of them sat down across from Molly and Gil.

"Gosh, I haven't sung or heard that song in forever," Oona said.

"You know, listening to you guys sing that made me remember all the lunch jokes Nonny got," Gil points out.

"Oh, I forgot about those," Molly said.

"Well, no more lunch jokes for me. I found out my dad was the culprit. So, once I entered middle school, I started packing my own lunch," Nonny explained.

"Why did your dad make you get the lunch jokes?" Oona wondered.

"Well, my big brother John said it was so I can have a little laugh. And it worked for a while but then it got really annoying," Nonny said.

"Gil, how's Bubble Puppy doing?" Goby said, changing the subject.

"He's no puppy anymore. He's a big dog now," Gil said proudly.

"Really?" Oona says.

"Yep. Remember how he was all tiny? Well now he's gotten bigger," Gil explained.

"You know, I was just thinking...whatever happened to Mr. Grouper?" Molly wondered.

"Gosh, the last I heard he retired from teaching not too long after we quote, unquote graduated from his class," Goby explained.

"What? He retired? So he's not teaching anymore?!" Deema said in despair.

"Well, that's what I've heard. I don't know if it's 100% true or not," Goby said.

"It's a shame. He was a good teacher," Oona said.

"Well, even if he's not teaching anymore, we were privileged to have him as a teacher," Molly said.

"Gee, Molls. You made it sound like he's dead," Gil laughed.

"I was just saying that no other kids had him as a teacher and it was a privilege that we did," Molly said.