I don't own WordGirl

The students in the cafeteria suddenly stood up as a teacher escorted them to the courtyard. Happy to be free from the building, the students began to enjoy their fifteen minutes of freedom.

"Ooh what a beautiful butterfly," Violet cooed as a blue butterfly passed by her. Violet looked at the art and the elegance of the beautiful insect. Paints and colors began to run through her mind as she got unlimited ideas running through her mind about her artwork. She began to chase after the butterfly.

"Hold it, that's a good pose," Scoops said as he snapped a picture of Violet and the butterfly. He looked at the picture in the camera, "ah. I love journalism." He walked away from Becky and Bob and went to the take more pictures of Violet and her butterfly.

Becky looked after her two best friends. Violet kept posing as if she was trying to catch the butterfly while Scoops was snapping his camera at her. "The coast is clear Bob," Becky said as she looked at her surroundings. She hid behind a tree that she was standing next to. "Time to catch Two-Brains and the Butcher. Word Up!" she flew to the skies.

In the school playground, two boys threw Tobey's invitation to the ground. Both friends had already made up their minds that they were going to go to Victoria's party. The two abandoned invitations fluttered to the ground. As they hit the ground, a slight breeze blew the invitations away. They flew through the air and one of the invitations entered through an open window. The invitation elegantly landed on top of a table which was covered with a pink tablecloth and surrounded by teacups, a teapot, and stuffed animals.

The door opened and a nine-year-old girl entered her room. She grabbed the invitation and read through it. She gasped. "A bwifday pawty? For me? YES!"

While searching for Dr. Two-Brains and the Butcher, WordGirl was discussing with Huggy about the birthday present that was going to get for Tobey. "I mean one thing I know about Tobey is that he likes robots. If I get him something like that, he is going to cause more mayhem."

Huggy excitedly squeaked as he pointed down.

"I know!" WordGirl said as if Huggy was sill talking about the present.

Huggy screeched as he continued to point down.

"Oh right!" WordGirl sad as she flew down and came face to face with none other than Chuck-the-evil-sandwich-making-guy. "Chuck?" she asked as she looked at him.

"Oh hi WordGirl," Chuck greeted her. He was sitting on a waiting bench, waiting for the bus to come. "You seemed kind of surprise to see me."

"Sorry I thought you were someone else that I was after," WordGirl shrugged.

"Oh," Chuck miserably and with a touch of jealousy said, "other villains always outdo me."

WordGirl didn't know what to say. In a flash, the Butcher ran right past her, almost knocking WordGirl to the ground. "Stop right there, Butcher!" she yelled as she regained her balance and pointed at him.

The Butcher ceased running and whirled around and looked at WordGirl.

"Oh so wait a minute," Chuck said as he glared at the Butcher, "that's the guy that outdo's me? Well not this time!" he said as he swiped out his ray filled with different kinds of dressings.

"Chuck no!" WordGirl yelled as she flew between Chuck and the Butcher.

"Oh yeah," the Butcher said as he held out both of his hands, "hamalanche!"

At the same time, ketchup flew out of Chuck's ray. "Ahh!" WordGirl yelled as the ham trapped her and Huggy and the ketchup covered the ham.

The Butcher laughed as he ran away with his bag of money. "Hey get beck here. You will not outdo me!" Chuck yelled as he ran after the Butcher.

"He got away from me again!" WordGirl yelled as she let out a sigh of defeat. "Guess we'll have to catch them after school then."

Huggy pointed at his wrist for the time. Recess was almost over. "Ooh, fifteen minutes flew by. That's what happens when you throw a clock out the window," WordGirl joked as she began to laugh. Huggy made a face at her joke.

"Oh boy," the narrator suddenly said.

"Come on," WordGirl said, "it was pretty clever. Word Up!" with all of that super strength, she got out of the pile of ham and flew back to her school.

"Like that," Scoops said, as he was about to take one last picture of Violet. She had a daisy elegantly tucked behind her ear as she did one last pose.

Suddenly Becky ran right in front of the shot. "I'm not late!" she yelled. She was worried about ruining her attendance record. So far, she had no tardies and no absences. She took in huge deep breaths to slow down her rapid heartbeat.

Scoops and Violet looked at her. "Where were you?" Violet suddenly asked.

"Oh I was…in, the uh bathroom," Becky lied. She hated lying to her best friends but it was for a very reasonable purpose.

"Oh," Scoops shrugged, "if you were in the bathroom, which in is school, I don't think you would have been late to get to class." Letting it go, he turned his attention back to Violet. As he finally took the last picture of her, the bell rang and everybody filed back into the school building.

"Come to my party everyone!" Victoria announced within the group of kids. "It's going to be—"

"The best we get it," Becky suddenly interrupted as she walked closer to Victoria.

"Oh is someone upset that they didn't get invited to the best party in the whole wide world?" Victoria haughtily said.

Exaggeration much? Becky thought. "No," she finally protested, "I'm already going to a party."

"Is it Tobey's?" Victoria asked.

"M-maybe," Becky stuttered.

"HA!" Victoria bellowed, "that little 'genius?'" she sarcastically said, "well have fun. His party will not be the best as mine is. It will probably be dull and boring."

"Ugh," Becky groaned, "don't be so redundant."

"Dull and boring," Victoria repeated once more in a sugary-coated voice as she batted her eyelashes at Becky.

"Wait just a second Victoria," Becky said, "to you it might be dull but to him it's special. I mean it's his birthday after all."

"Oh whatever Becky," Victoria said as she threw her hair beck, "my birthday is tomorrow too and its going to be the best!" she yelled as she skipped away from Becky, with her blond braided pigtails bouncing up and down.

"Is it just a mere coincidence or does Victoria want people to go to her party and not Tobey?" Becky asked Bob.

Bob threw his arms in the air and shrugged. However, Becky already knew the answer to her question. "Poor Tobey," she said without even realizing it.