Star vs The Forces of Evil
Earthni Sweet Symphony
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Episode 13: The Jolly Green Giant
Episode Summary: With Janna's help, Buff Frog ups his political game and hosts a town hall in the hopes of overcoming his fear of public speaking. Marco looks to buy his very first car, leading to hilariously interesting results.
Original Release Date: May 4, 2023
One of Buff Frog's greatest strengths was his ability to convince others of his thoughts and abilities by just the strength of his speaking. One of Buff Frog's greatest weaknesses, however, was actually speaking. At least publicly. And speaking publicly to constituents as a public official - a politician, no less - was an entirely other matter in itself. That's why, for the time being, Buff Frog contained his political speak to constituents to safer methods, like livestreams and podcasts, all coordinated by Janna. Using her web show platform to expand her presence online, her quirky, out of this world personality attained a substantial following, rivaling that of Pony Head. With encouragement from Star, Janna had also begun using her platform to elevate Buff Frog's presence to reach out to the Mewman-Monster community on Earthni, in preparation for the mayoral election.
"Food rations for Monsters and non-human Mewmans are in short supply, and government officials have been slow to respond." Buff Frog professed one day on a podcast with Janna. "They have been informed of problems consistently with vigor from myself, Butterflies, and others in community. But slow response persists."
"So what's been your response? How have you and your fellow brethren been coping?"
"Mmmmm...I have right to remain silent." Safe to say it wasn't exactly a topic Buff Frog was eager to delve into too much for whatever reasons he had. But the point was coming across. "I want relations between those that come from Mewni and those from Earth to solidify, but cannot happen without proper nourishment."
"Interesting dilemma we have here. Looks like the election's gonna come down to who can appeal to the commoner better. Study your candidate, keep your mind open, and don't believe any conspiracy theories, the Earth is NOT square. This is the Janna Banana Show, we'll be back next week with guest Justin Towers of Love Sentence, addressing once and for all the rumors you won't shut up about: Did The Backstreet Boys actually follow them on Snapple? All that and more from the only show that fulfils your daily needs of Vitamin C and other stuff nobody cares about." With a flick of her finger, the livestream was over. For his part, Buff Frog was relieved to be done with another round of political talk.
"My head pounds." He uttered. "Do you have aspirin?"
Janna slid him a cup of water and an aspirin. "Go nuts, dude." As he downed his aspirin & water, Janna cleared her throat in preparation for a difficult talk starter. "So, uh, dude, I think you and I need to talk."
Which instantly sent the wrong kind of message to Buff Frog. "Was breathe offensive again? I forgot mouthwash today."
"No, it's not that...and I wouldn't have known had you not blabbed but whatever. No, we need to talk about your campaign. Dude...I think it's time to take your meetings public."
As he gulped down his water, he had to stop himself from choking upon the shock of Janna's bombshell. "Do you mean?"
"Yeah, dude, I do."
Buff Frog loudly gulped, accepting the scenario that Janna was alluding to. "I cannot face other faces. I will sweat like the great Mewni tsunami of our forefathers!"
"Firstly, eww. Secondly...what?" She responded in confusion. "Thirdly, you're selling yourself short again."
"Can we not merely stick with arrangement current? I can handle talking to two hundred faceless friends."
"You mean two hundred thousand..."
The color in Buff Frog's face suddenly seemed to disappear. "Beg pardon?"
With a few clicks, Janna showed Buff Frog the evidence on her computer. Her online presence had been steadily growing within the past year, more so once Buff Frog announced his running for mayor. "And believe it or not, this is one of my worse days. You should see the metrics when I'm hot." Buff Frog had no response. In fact, it was taking all of his strength and willpower at the moment to not faint.
Look, I feel for you; public speaking can suck a big one sometimes. But if you don't have faith in yourself, how is anyone out there supposed to have faith in you?"
Another loud gulp followed by a sigh. But Buff Frog reluctantly accepted Janna's logic, and put on a brave face. "You are right. I must conquer fear and rise to occasion."
"Trust me, you're going to do great! I'm gonna set something really nice up so you don't get psyched out."
"I cannot afford to look like fool. Stakes for election are far too high. Are you sure this is good idea?"
"This is totally a good idea!"
On the day that Janna had set up for Buff Frog to hold his first public town hall meeting with potential constituents, Marco's parents - as well as Star - decided that it was finally time to start snooping around for Marco's very first car. Marco had officially had his license for six months, and in that time, he had been borrowing his parents' green minivan to go where he wanted to or needed to go. While he was perfectly content with that and not eager to splurge on a four-wheeler, his parents & Star disagreed, not only seeking to give themselves an alternative in an unlikely tragedy cost them their staple car, but also to reward Marco for all around being a good son & boyfriend.
"I don't think I'm ready to go car shopping yet." Marco reluctantly told his parents. "It's not enough to just pick one and go. It has to be the one. The one that I'm gonna sink years and years of my life into while getting off the ground."
"Sheesh, relax, Marco." Star joked. "You're making it sound like a bad marriage."
"The wrong kind of car might as well be. Stupidly highly payments, maintenance costs, and most cars depreciate in value by sixty percent in the first five years of ownership."
"I love that you think I'm smart enough to understand what any of that means."
"But you are."
"Not the point." She playfully tussled his hair and rewarded him with a kiss. "Marco...you've been busting your butt for who knows how long now not only looking after me and Mewni but also helping Earthni become a better place. You have put up with me and all of my nonsense without payback for such a stupidly long time. And you have refused to put yourself first because you've been so worried sick about me. Well that ends today. If you're going to keep insisting that I deserve to be rewarded for my hard work, then so do you, mister. That starts right now. And you're waaaay overdue."
"She's right, sweetheart. And we're not leaving this yard until we get you a car. No arguments." Angie insisted, with baby Miles & Mariposa - straggling around Rafael's legs - laughing & applauding in response.
"Yeah! It's your award for being a good princess!" Miles obliviously insisted, resulting in a playful eye roll from his sister & her boyfriend.
"Fine, but let's not go too crazy. I have a budget that I intend to stick to."
"Did someone say "budget?!" Came a shrill, high pitched male voice from a short distance away. Leave it to a car lot to employ - of all things - a car salesman. "What good is a budget when we're talking about buying a sweet new ride?!" He was already well into his pitch. "And what's this I hear? It's your first ride?"
"Aaaaaand here we go..." Marco groaned. "Look, sir, I'm not here for anything overly flashy or expensive. I'm not putting myself in a hole. I just want something functional that can get me from Point A to Point B."
The sales dude shook his head in an almost mocking manner. "Typical safe man. You gotta live a little. Treat yourself once in a while! Don't you think you deserve to drive out of this lot in style?"
"He's not wrong, Marco!" Star was eager to agree with the logic.
"Not with a six hundred fifty dollar monthly payment anchoring me down."
The sales dude was rapidly growing annoyed with Marco's safe approach. "You! In the jacket!" He pointed out Star and quickly approached her. "What would you say to trading in your skating wheels..." He pointed out the fact that Star was wearing roller blades, her chosen method of longform traversing in the new cleaved world. "For some hot rod wheels? You look like a spunky young girl!"
"Well, I am, thanks for noticing. But we're here for Marco, not me. Besides, I think Earth cars are kind of overrated."
"Oh, is that right?" By the tone of his voice, the salesman did not take too kindly to Star's proclamation. "Tell me, monsieur..."
"I don't speak Spanish."
"What would you say if I could give you a free test spin in something like...this!" He turned her to showcase a nice, pink, slick-looking Lamborghini. Sure, the slick pink coat of paint was initially tantalizing. The allure of a shiny new car was always part of the typical car salesman strategy. But Star would not be deterred.
"Ooh, that is pretty shiny." Star admitted. "But no thanks. I'm here for Marco. Plus that probably costs an arm and a leg."
"Ho ho, nonsense! It doesn't cost an arm and leg...just an arm."
His attempts at humor were not landing with anyone. "Hey, how about you let us look around for a bit and we'll get back to you?"
"You drive a hard bargain, young lady. I accept your terms!" Anything to get a sale done. The man departed the scene and left the group temporarily to their own devices for the time being. The silence was just long enough for Star to see - out of the corner of her eye - Angie eyeing the Lamborghini. Her better judgement should've told her that such a purchase would be the equivalent of a money anchor on them. But one's desires don't always follow logic. "Angie?" Star tried calmly to get her attention. "We're here for Marco. Remember?"
"Ugh, I know!" Angie whined.
On Janna's end, she managed to pull some strings around Echo Creek and arrange for a...well, moderately large venue for Buff Frog to host himself a town hall with some prospective constituents. Thanks to some of her connections, she was successful in attractive a significantly large audience with a healthy mix of Mewmans, monster, and Earth humans. The logic in Janna's thinking was that Buff Frog's best chance to win the election was to cast the widest possible net for appeal and draw in as many voters as possible. Playing the long game was the key. Fortunately - or unfortunately - for Buff Frog, Janna understood this better than almost anyone else.
Even so, the image of a congregate of mass set up in the audience with a potentially hostile demeanor towards him for doing nothing but running against the mayor was a prospect that caused Buff Frog great angst. Despite his best efforts to put up a front, his stifled heavy breathing gave him away. "Remember to breathe, dude." Janna reassured him.
"I admire your confidence in me." Buff Frog admitted to her. I wish I could share in it."
"You will. Give it time. Just go out there, listen to the people, and be yourself. You know what you want to do. So just go and do it."
"Right! Lots on the line! Failure not an option!"
Following a brief moment to collect his composure, Buff Frog stepped out from behind the curtain and took his time to scan the audience. The majority of them who had been socializing amongst themselves grew unsettlingly silent as their gaze was drawn to the frog-like monster standing before them in nothing but his normal shirt. The mewman guests knew what to expect. The monsters knew what to expect. They were all very familiar with Buff Frog's presence. The Earth humans...not so much. Despite the Cleaving having been a thing for well over a calendar year at this point in time, relations between the humans and the Mewni side of civilization were still...awkward, to put it nicely. Electing an ambassador to represent all three factions into this place would serve as perhaps the greatest test to prove whether society could survive as is, and if the permanent effects of the Cleaving would not, in fact, serve to spell the end of everything.
Buff Frog took a few more steps forward, now holding a microphone handed to him by Janna. The moment of truth had arrived. It was now or never. "Uh...greetings, primitive life forms." Buff Frog bellowed in typical Buff Frog speak. "It is I...Frog Buff! Erm, I mean Buff Frog. Buff Frog is name!" And from behind the curtain, one could hear Janna rubbing her temples in agony. "I am guy running for what human things call "mayor." Not running in sense of littering, but in the spirit of word instead."
"...Oh dear corn he's terrible when he's unprompted." Janna cringed.
"I am here today to convey to your open minded...minds...the virtues I wish to instill should I become next mayor guy! I am proud advocate for equal rights across all factions!" Despite clear nerves still affecting him, Buff Frog was gradually starting to find his form. His confidence began to brim through the uncomfortable start. "I know human people did not ask for current arrangement. They had no say in how things would be run. If you trust in me assignment, then I assure all that you will all have equal voice in direction of world."
Perhaps in a promising sign, one of the humans raised their hands and waited for Buff Frog to acknowledge. "Yeah, so uh, I don't know how things worked wherever you came form before here, but...uh, we're kinda over the whole generic platitudes thing. What we want is details. Specifics. What's your platform?"
"...My platform?" Buff Frog stomped on the surface he was standing on, demonstrating a complete misunderstanding of the question. "It appears old timey wood."
"...No, your platform. Why should we vote for you? What issues are you running on?"
"Issues?" Buff Frog had to think a surprisingly long time for someone who supposedly had his affairs in order. "...There is no toilet paper in rest room. Someone should tend to."
As the event gradually progressed, prospects appeared mixed. While Buff Frog was showing his capability at projecting determination & pride in the work he wished to accomplish, he struggled in the one area that would have sealed the deal for him: specifics. Meanwhile, backstage, Janna could only face palm. It quickly dawned on her the potential for this endeavor to go down incredibly fast. Even though Buff Frog wasn't completely embarrassing himself...yet...Janna recognized that time was of the essence. She didn't want to wait for things to get out of hand. So with a flick of her wrist, she took out her phone, and she began to dial.
Over on the lighter side of things, the group of Star, Marco, and his family were still out and hunting for Marco's first ever car. Marco had taken the initiative and started looking for cars that he felt would suit him best. His first option: a stylistic, but much older, Mini Cooper. Currently, baby Miles and Mariposa were testing the leather seats in the front of the car, lightly bouncing up and down while sitting, complete with the most wholesome giggles a child could produce. "So what do you think of this one?" Star asked the two babies. "Do you like it?"
Mariposa & Miles immediately turned to Star, faces brimming with glee. "Yes!" Mariposa managed to squeak out amidst giggling.
"Do you like it?" Miles curiously asked Star, who couldn't help but beam as a proud sister.
"Miles, do you know who this is supposed to be for?" She asked him. The boy turned his head to Marco, and then he pointed at him. "That's right. So maybe you should ask him if he likes it?"
He turned again to Marco and eagerly searched for the words once more. "Mako...do you like it?"
He tickled the babies under their chins & elicited rowdy laughter from them, all as a stall while he contemplated his feelings. "You know what? It does look pretty nice."
"Sooooo are you saying we've found the one?"
"I didn't say that. It's a pretty old car." He noted the rusted paint job, and additionally confirmed the poor condition of the wheels by turning the steering wheel & activating its severe squeaking capabilities.
"Aren't you the one that's trying to be cheap here?"
"There's a difference between cheap and dirt cheap. This thing looks like it's on its last legs. The bolts look rusted, everything's squeaking..." He did further inspection of the car, discovering that there were no seat belts. "Oh yeah, no safety harnesses. This thing is a death trap."
"You've said that about the last three cars we've looked at. I know you're trying to be safe and all, and that's great, but you gotta pick something."
"No, Star, I can't. It can't be just any car. If I buy something dirt cheap just to save money, I'm going to be right back here in a year, if not sooner, looking for another one. But if I go too expensive, I'll be saddled with car payment debt for years. It's got to be just right."
"I wish you weren't such a perfectionist. Then maybe we could've been outta here already." Star playfully teased just as her phone went off, smiling brightly once she saw that it was Janna. "Heeeey Janna, what's-" And this is where the conversation began to go off the rails. "He's doing what? NOW!? W-Why didn't anyone tell us? You arranged it today?! Wait, you arranged it today? How the hell did you-oh who am I kidding, you're Janna, of course you did."
"What's going on?"
Star temporarily put Janna on hold to relay the news. "Janna set up a open forum with Buff Frog."
"Let me guess: it's not going well."
"Poor Buff Frog. Public speaking...not his thing." She returned to Janna. "You want us to-okay, okay...okay, we'll be down pronto." She hung up and loudly sighed. "He could use some moral support, Marco."
"W-now?" Now it was Marco's turn to sigh. "I thought we were gonna pick out a nice cheap car for me today."
"Will you stop worrying about money for five minutes?"
"Kids, you go." Angie stepped in with zero hesitation. "Go support your friend. Rafael and I will stay behind and keep looking."
"You sure you don't mind?"
"Not in the slightest."
"...Why do I not have a good feeling about this?" Marco asked before being tugged away by his girlfriend. The girl took notice of the kids not paying attention and playing around in one of the cars.
"Mariposa! Miles!" Star shouted in a sing-song tone. "We're going to help Buff Frog! Wanna come?"
Miles didn't need to be asked twice. He stood up and started dancing around frantically with an infectious giggle. "We can help!" He said, helping Mariposa stand. The two climbed their way out of the car and dashed towards the two teens, who quickly whisked them away, leaving Rafael & Angie at the mercy of the annoying car salesman that was surely relishing the opportunity now in front of him.
As for the frog-like monster himself? He was unfortunately still struggling. His energy was still palpable, and the crowd was feeding off of it well. That was what was keeping them from up and bailing on the presentation despite Buff Frog continuing to stumble over his own words. This factoid was not lost on Janna, nor was it lost on Star & Marco as they managed to sneak into the place & meet up with Janna.
"Janna, why didn't you keep us in the loop?" Star asked her in a hush. "You know he's bad in front of crowds."
"Because I don't want to rely on you as a crutch for this sort of crap." She responded. "And I'm sure he feels the same way."
"Crutch? Oh, don't even go there, Janna. I am happy to help."
"We gotta make him more comfortable around these people, but I have absolutely no idea how to do that."
Star jolted her head towards the group & Buff Frog. Internally, she started taking some notes. Through her observations, she deduced that Buff Frog's most prominent issue was an inability to collect himself when it came time to delve into specifics about his campaign. His stage fright was getting the better of him when he had to move away from grand declarations of optimism. The devil was in the details. Despite this, the crowd was still stricken with his façade of hopeful slash nervous optimism. There was plenty to be hopeful about, but now it was on Star to help Buff Frog overcome his nerves, claim the stage, and set himself up to win the election. Ever so quietly, Star took a seat in the audience while Buff Frog was looking at his portable white board that he carried with him to the event for some reason. She sat patiently and observed as the crowded continued growing restless. She waited for her opportunity, and then pounced.
"Excuse me!" She said loudly with her hand raised like she was a middle school student. "Mister Frog, sir. Could you explain that again, but more slowly?"
Buff Frog had to take a moment to collect himself as his brain registered that it was Star sitting there and asking the question. He wasn't remotely expecting Star to show up for his event that day. It hadn't even occurred to him that she might be filled in on what was going on. Like with the rest of Star's friends & loved ones, ever since her original breakdown, he has been taking it slow with her and refusing to push her into helping him with political adventures. Any involvement was going to be by her doing, a stance that she continued to dislike. But in this very moment, nothing was going to stop her from helping out a dear friend. "Uh..."
"Why don't you start over? And go slowly. Know what you're talking about, so that we will too. Like, say...your intention to increase cultural diversity instruction? The Earth folks still don't know a whole lot about, you know, your kind. And my kind. Just like we're still in the dark about a lot of their history, too. So how do you intend to fix that?"
"Hey, wait a minute!" One of the Earth humans called out. "You're that butterfly girl!" In the audience, baby Miles perked up and started laughing when the human adult acknowledged Star, and for whatever reason, several audience members took that as a sign that things were about to turn around.
"Star Butterfly: Mewni princess, ruiner of Earth property, at your service." She teased with an exaggerated bow. "Special confidant to mayoral candidate Buff Frog..." Her eyes suddenly widened as she had herself a revaluation. "Uh...I don't know your last name."
'Is Frog."
"...Your name really is just "Buff Frog?"
"No, is "Buff Frog Frog."
Marco, for his part, was completely bewildered. "You're joking."
"Anywhoooo...Yes, I am that trouble-making girl. And I am here to stump for my monster bestie, who is far and away the best candidate today for you." Despite the still-crippling stage fright, Buff Frog felt his kindred spirit tickle, and with it, his confidence began to soar again. "Tell me, humans...who here knows anything about mewman or monster kind?" Instantly, the majority of the human folk shot their hands right up. "Right...follow up question: who here knows anything about mewman or monster kind that isn't "they're different?" And just as quickly, those hands went right back down. "And you know what I find funny? You could say the same thing about your own fellow human kind. You know how the saying goes: we fear what we don't understand." But how many of you have made a real effort to actually get to know your fellow non-human brethren?"
"Does it count if I told a bunch of them to get off my lawn?" One of them asked rather ignorantly.
"No, old man, it doesn't."
"I am used to persecution." Buff Frog interjected once more. "My fellow monsters are used to persecution. We know how to handle. That does not make it just."
"Besides, Buff Frog is more than capable of rising above that. Do y'all remember that crazy incident a few months ago where that weird little short guy - you know, long nose, stupid, puffy hat - and he invaded our Cornball playing field and started causing all sorts of trouble and then the world started to fall apart for a few minutes? Well, do you know who stepped up and helped get as many bystanders to safety as they could?" She exaggeratedly pointed to Buff Frog with a huge smile on her face. "This guy!"
Gradually, the faces of one of the Earth human participants began to crinkle, memories of said event flooding into their brain. "Wait a minute...now I remember this guy! Yeah, yeah, he was that guy! I almost fell through a crack in the Earth but he was there to pull me up before it was too late!"
Slowly, soft murmurs began to travel throughout the crowd, as memories of Buff Frog's heroic actions during what has since been dubbed the "Manfred Crisis," gradually began making themselves known. Buff Frog himself was quite embarrassed to have this ordeal drudged up again, as it was his preference to let his deeds of the past stay in the past, both good and bad. Unfortunately for him, Star was all too eager to prop him up.
"And he didn't even know you, did he?" Star continued. "But that didn't matter to him. He saw an opportunity to help, and he took him. A-And what about when we had that playground unity build. Who was the guy helping lead the charge and keeping everything in order and organized?"
"But he doesn't even know us. And we don't know him."
"Exactly. And he still makes for a better leader than our current mayor."
"Yeah!" Miles squeaked as he leaped towards his sister & faced the crowd, who instantly became smitten with his adorable smile. "He's a big meanie! But Buffy!" He pointed to Buff Frog amid loud giggles. "He's nice! And he wants to give everybody a hug! And...And he's a dad!"
Star gasped, playing into Miles's performance. "That's right, buddy! He is a dad. He's got like a dozen little kids of his own. A dozen little Buff Frogs that want to grow up and experience this world the way it should be. Safe from all bigotry & hate."
"They are entitled to such a life!" Buff Frog roared, slightly startling the crowd & the teens before composing himself. "Century upon century of my people being stepped on, walked over, and crucified merely for being different."
"Sound familiar?" Star side-eyed one of the individuals in the audience, who happened to be a white male.
"Why are you looking at me?"
"Well who else would she be looking at?" One of the other people - a black gentleman - asked him. As it turned out, it was almost evenly split between white and black folk in the audience. True enough, the lessons of racism & bigotry from Earth could be applied to Mewni as well, something that Star hoped to use not only to help Buff Frog win the election, but also educated others, Mewmans & humans alike.
"Yeah! Don't be a meanie! Be nice!" Miles contributed again. "We can all be friends and play together! Don't you wanna play?"
Star couldn't help but giggle as she picked her brother up and cradled him in her arms. "What this precious little angel is trying to say is...we're all tired of the tensions brought on from...well, my own screw-up."
"Star..." Marco was prepared to pounce and console at a moment's notice.
"No, it's fine. It's true. But now here's our chance to open a new chapter and go forward. And there's nobody that I trust more to take the mantle and the office than Buff Frog."
"But how is he going to do that?" Was the question posed by someone else in the audience. Despite Buff Frog's shaky start, Star & co now had confidence that he would be able to handle it on his own.
"Buff Frog...would you care to answer their question?"
With his confidence back on the up and up, he took a deep breath, and prepared himself to speak to his potential constituents.
For all of the bumps the event had, by the time Buff Frog was done & the attendees were ready to leave, a much more peaceful, optimistic vibe had descended around all that stuck around. And while Miles was doing his part in saying goodbye to the patrons - either with a high five or a hug - the others were breathing a sigh of relief, Buff Frog especially.
"You good, big guy?" Janna asked, handing him a glass of water.
"That was most exhausting experience I have had since Mina tried to walk us off cliff into ocean." Buff Frog recalled, sipping his water. "But we did it."
"No, dude. You did it." Star corrected him, playfully ruffling his head.
"I refuse to take all credit. Our triumph is together."
"Yeah but you're the one vying for that big cushy seat, and you'll be the one calling all the shots."
"But that's not what I want." He insisted. "We are all on same team. We must move forward together. I am not boss man. Merely guide."
"Yeah yeah, we get it, you lug." Janna lightly punched his arm. "No war, just peace, that whole shlock."
"Still, congratulations on conquering your public speaking fear. That's a huge win for you, dude!" It was Marco's turn to show his congratulatory affection towards Buff Frog.
"Conquer? Oh no, do not get twisted. I have conquered nothing. When I return to hut I will hug my children then crawl into corner and scream like little girl."
Star & Marco shook their head and shared a laugh. "Baby steps." Star saw her baby brother hugging the last patron out of the corner of her eye and started making her way towards him. "And speaking of babies..."
"I'm not a baby." The little tyke responded with a raspberry as she picked him up & kissed his forehead.
"What do you say we go back to Marco's place? Maybe his folks have a surprise waiting for us."
"Is it ice cream?"
She shared in another laugh. "Maaaaaybe."
It was not ice cream. Rather, it was a big, shiny, brand new car. "Ta-da!" Angie & Rafael nervously said, showing off the car in the hopes that Marco would come around to liking it. For his part, Marco found his jaw nearly hitting the ground. What a glimmering, sparkly car he laid eyes on. And how oh so expensive it probably was. "What do you think, sweetheart?"
With the help of Star gently shaking him out of his dumbfounded state, he was able to find the words necessary to explain himself. "Um...it's really...shiny."
"Oh goodie, he doesn't hate it!" Rafael shouted, jumping the gun by quite a wide margin.
"I-I don't understand. This must've cost a fortune! Do you know what those monthly payments are going to do for my future prospects?"
"Actually, sweetheart, we don't. Because they won't be yours to make." Angie began to explain, which only served to further confuse them.
"...Come again?"
"Your father and I had a little talk about this. We haven't exactly treated ourselves to a lot of nice things since you were born."
"...Right."
"And...well, I don't know what came over us. But the more we checked out this car, the more we fell in love with it." Angie was struggling to contain her excitement over their new purchase. "It's so high-tech and shiny."
Marco found himself having trouble emoting, among other things. "Wait, so we went out looking for a car for me...and you end up coming home with a car for you?"
For a brief moment, Rafael and Angie experienced the glistening emotion known as shame. "We're sorry, honey. But we had another thought. You've been so fond of our family car..." Angie reached into her purse and pulled out the car keys for the green minivan. "Perhaps it's time that we...pass it down proper."
The boy had to blink his eyes twice to comprehend his mother's statement. "Pass it...you mean...me?" She walked over to him & handed the keys over to him. Despite Marco's clearly building excitement, Star found himself slightly perturbed.
"Wait a minute, Marco..." She sharply turned her head to him only to find his smile growing. "Are you sure you're okay with this?"
He stared lovingly at the keys for a minute before turning his eyes to his beloved. "Star...you have no idea how much I love that minivan. It's been here for as long as I can remember. I was born in that car!"
"Aww, Marco, you're such a sappy..."
"No, he's actually right. I gave birth to him right in the driver's seat." Angie quickly explained.
"It was the most uncomfortable six hours of my life!" Rafael loudly proclaimed, unaware of the anvil Angie was about to drop on his head.
"Rafael...it took twelve hours for him to be born."
Open wide the eyes went. "What? No it didn't!"
"Yes, you passed out after the first six. Probably from seeing all of the bodily fluid-"
"OKAY I'M OUT GOODNIGHT!" Marco screeched loudly, ending the conversation abruptly and heading inside. Star and the adults all shared an innocent laugh as their busy day started to draw to a close.
End of Episode 13!
I hate writer's block.
Anyways please read & review like always! Also I recently put out the first part of my massive Phineas & Ferb retrospective (btw WOOOOOO PHINEAS AND FERB ARE COMING BACK in 2024 GET HYPPPPPE) and also an Owl House tribute AMV because Owl House is king.