Star stood up, ready to speak.
"You see, ever since Tom and I broke up, he wanted revenge on me."
Marco rolled his eyes.
"No shit, Sherlock."
Star giggled.
"Anyways, what you may have not known was that he was secretly plotting my parents' death with Hekapoo. They had it all set up. So on Mewnipendence Day, they fulfilled their dastardly plot. The bastards got away with it, and all I had to remember my parents by is my father's cold head, laying in my hands."
"That sounds horrible," Marco chimed in.
"It sure is. I've got to take the throne tomorrow since my parents are gone, so can you wish me luck?"
"Of course, Star."
They kissed.
"Oops, I got a bit comfortable."
"You don't need to be comfortable when you're with me."
"Oh, you dirty..."
About 4 hours later...
"Well, I've gotta go back to earth for something," Marco said, surprised at what just happened.
"I'll see you tomorrow at the crowning ceremony."
Star grinned.
"Sounds like a plan! See you tomorrow."
Marco took the scissors and went back through the cut.
Star immediately sighed and took out her phone.
"Are you ready to execute stage one?"
"Yes," the voice responded, "We have Falcon surrounded at the nest."
"Good. And are you sure we can get him? He's got private information."
The stranger laughed.
"Don't worry. I've sent one of my most specialized agents to take care of him. Toffee."
"He's still alive?"
"We were able to save his heart and mind, but everything else we had to mechanically replicate, including the heart."
Star bounced back.
"Yuck."
"I know, right. Anyways, I've got to go. See you later.
Starry Night."
Star put the phone back in her pocket.
