*Once again, Jay's Workspace has been remodeled according to the whims of its creator and master, RJ "Jay" Writing Ink. This time, he's made it into a tropical beach with a bright, shining sun, but there's also snow falling onto the ground. Even weirder is the fact that everyone's either in snow gear or swimsuits while Jay sits back in a lounge chair in his own swimsuit, sipping on hot chocolate.*

Jay: Ahhh, now this is perfect. Phineas and Ferb, you two are absolute geniuses for coming up with the idea of S'Winter. All the fun of going to the beach or building snowmen without those pesky temperatures to get in our way.

Janna: Got to admit, this is pretty cool. But what does this have to do with today's chapter?

Jay: Nothing at all. I'm just fed up with all the cold weather where I live and wanted a change of pace. What's the point of winter if there's no snow on the ground to make it fun?

Kermit: Actually-

Jay: That was a rhetorical question, Kermit, and you know it!

Kermit: Yeah, but still, isn't this the part where you say something about today's chapter. Because I looked at your notes, and they all said, "I AM SO LOOKING FORWARD TO THIS CHAPTER" written on them in bold.

Jay: True. But first, let's refresh our memories. Remember the first teaser Disney XD put out for the first half of season two of the show. It had that clip from "Mr. Candle Cares" that made fans go nuts?

Janna: Oh yeah, the smooch buddies thing. Way to tease us, Disney.

Jay: Well, when the episode finally rolled around, and we got the context for it, I thought that it was one of the funniest moments in the show. I mean, I had to look up the stuff Marco was saying, and when I read about it...let's just say I laughed my ass off.

Kermit: And you're going to try to repeat that with your story.

*Jay takes off his shades and looks up at Kermit*

Jay: Oh no, Kermit. I'm not trying to copy what Daron Nefcy did...I wanna do one better!

Janna: Oh ho ho, this is going to be fun.

Kermit: Well, at least this isn't a YouTube video to get demonetized.

Omni: I really don't see what made it so funny, Jay. It was just kissing.

Jay: Oh, Omni. Guess I better explain everything to you. In the meantime, start the chapter, guys! I hope you enjoy it!

Oh, and Ms. Candle's voice is Jill Talney, AKA the voice of Karen from Spongebob.

"Comet, can you please remain calm for a little bit longer?" Marcia asked her friend, hoping that, by some miracle, he would listen to her.

"What are you talking about, Marcia?" Comet said in response. "I'm acting perfectly calm right now," he said, trying to defend himself.

"Comet, you've been fidgeting in that chair so much that I'm surprised it hasn't fallen over by now," Ferguson pointed out from where he'd been sitting across from them. True to his friend's words, Comet looked down and saw that his arms and legs refused to stay still. All he could do was offer a sheepish smile as an apology.

"Marcia, did you let him have too much sugar for breakfast again?" Ferguson asked his long-time friend. "You do remember what happened at Britta's Tacos that one time?"

"Don't remind me," Marcia said, feeling a migraine come on from the memory of that day. After letting Comet commit the sacrilege of putting sugar on a burrito, he got so wound up with energy he ended up using his Wand to launch fireworks. He wound up destroying a nearby cop in the process! Lucky for him, the ECPD was going to donate it to a local demolition derby, so they left him off with a warning.

"Sadly, guys, this is all Comet, no sugar rush included," Marcia told them as she held her head in her hands.

"Okay, yeah, so I'm a little hyper today," Comet admitted. "But I can't help it, you guys! I'm just super excited to hear what your school's fortune teller had to say about Karla's future!"

"Um, Comet? We're just meeting with the school guidance counselor," Alfonso tried to point out.

"As you guys say on Earth, tomato, tom-ah-to," Comet retorted. "This lady works in a private office and tells people what they're going to do in life. I don't know about you, but that sounds a lot like a fortune teller back on Mewni."

Earlier that week, Principal Skeeves announced that it was time for Career Day at Echo Creek Academy. As such, all students were called down to the guidance counselor's office to speak with her about what they wanted to do after high school. As luck would have it, most of Comet's friends got called into the same group, giving the Prince time to chat with them as he waited to meet with the counselor, Ms. Candle.

The only members in Comet's close circle of friends who weren't present were Sabrina, who got called in as part of another group, and Jonah. The latter had bailed on school the second he heard about the meetings and explained why to the others in a short text message.

Jonah: Fuck career day. What I wanna do won't be found on the conveyor belt to normality, so that shit's a waste of my time.

Surprisingly, none of the teachers cared that he ditched school, as some of them expected him to end up on the FBI's Most Wanted list. Even Ms. Skullnick admitted it'd be a waste of everyone's time to have Jonah do this.

So, Comet and the rest of his friends now found themselves waiting outside the office of their new guidance counselor, waiting to see what the future may hold for them. That, and trying to keep Comet under control.

"Comet," Brittney said in as polite a tone as possible, "while I understand while this may seem new and exciting to you, it isn't."

"Oh, don't be like that, Brittney," Comet said to the Wong girl as he, without warning, stood up in his chair so that he looked down on everyone else. "This is learning what our lives may have in store for us! Don't tell you're not even the least bit excited about something like that?"

"No," Brittney said as a matter-of-factly. "And that's because, unlike most of the people here, I know what my future has in store for me."

"You do?" Comet asked before gasping. "Are you secretly psychic and can see the future?" Comet excitedly asked her. "Quick! Tell me what I'm going to have for breakfast tomorrow!"

Brittney giggled a little at how easily excited Comet could be but chose not to make any smart remarks. She couldn't stay mad at the Prince. "Well, I may not know what you're going to have for breakfast tomorrow-"

"-Definitely not sugar seeds!" Marcia couldn't help but comment.

"-But I can tell you what I'm going to do with my future," the Wong girl happily said. "First, after I graduate high school, I'll be directly entering the workforce in my Dad's company. Under his tutelage, I'll spend the next few years learning the ins and outs of running a multi-billion dollar business. How to make the hard choices and crush the competition!"

"Well, that doesn't sound ominous," Jackson whispered to Marcia, who smiled at her crush's joke.

"Then, after a few years have passed, my Daddy will step down and allow me to inherit the company." Brittney could already see herself sitting in the CEO's office at Wong International's HQ, wearing the most fashionable designer business dresses. "With me at the helm, I'll launch new lines of fashion brands, cosmetics, perfumes, and designer swimsuits. Wong International will become more successful than ever!" Brittney's imagination continued to work as she imagined herself overseeing a fashion show with her latest and greatest designs while people sang her praises. And at her side were none other than Sabrina, Chantel, and Marcia, serving as her loyal partners in running her empire.

At this point, Brittney's vision of her future began to get a little...naughty.

"But the cherry on top to all of this? I won't be alone. I'll have found a powerful, handsome, and compassionate man to stay by my side and support my dreams no matter what. We'll wed early on, going on a worldwide honeymoon, having several gorgeous children, and then spend our days splitting our time between taking care of our family and working our dream jobs!"

Brittney could see it now...


"Darling, I'm home!" A twenty-something Brittney Wong said as she opened the door to her luxury apartment, happy to be done with another hard day at work. To be sure, she enjoyed what she did, but it could be exhausting at times. Yet it was all worth it, getting to come home to see the man of her dreams.

"Welcome home, sweetie," her husband called out from the kitchen before stepping into the doorway to meet her, revealing himself to be an older version of Comet Dragonfly. He was taller, his wild blonde hair now framing the sides of his face, and time had given his lean frame plenty of muscle. Coupled with the little goatee he had and the tiny crown, he looked like a real-life Adonis. "So I take it that work was successful, sweetie?"

"Of course it was, my love," she said, smiling. "And how about you? Do anything exciting as the soon-to-be King of Mewni?"

"Oh, nothing that I couldn't handle, Brittney. Mom and Dad are more than happy to show me the ropes for my coronation next year," Comet smiled, making Brittney's heart skip a beat. "Oh, but I did leave the kids with my family tonight. They begged me to let them spend time with their Grandma and Grandpa, and I couldn't say no to them."

"Are you sure that that's safe to leave them there overnight?"

"Don't worry. If my father's good at anything, it's at keeping them out of trouble. And they've got Marcia with them, so I doubt they'll get into too much trouble," Comet told his wife. "In the meantime," he said as he walked up to Brittney, "we have the house all to ourselves." Comet then leaned in really close to Brittney's face as he said this. "So," he said in the most seductive tone possible, "what do you want to do first? Dinner and a bath? Or should we skip to the good part?"

Brittney couldn't help but blush as she felt Comet place a finger under her chin, bringing her close for a kiss.

"Oh, Comet..." Brittney muttered to herself...


Brittney couldn't help but drool a little in real life as she thought about her potential future. But just as soon as she indulged herself in her 18 and up fantasies, she quickly composed herself. "So, yeah, that's basically what I've got planned for myself," she said as she promptly hid the fact that she'd just been drooling.

"Well, I have no idea what half of that stuff means," Comet admitted. "But I have a feeling that you'd be great at it, Brittney," the boy said as he offered a reassuring smile, making her blush in real life. Comet took no notice of this as he then turned to the rest of his friends. "So, what about you guys? You got any ideas what you want to do with your lives?'

The rest of Comet's friends nodded at this, making Comet giddier than he already was. "Well, don't leave me in the dark about this," he said, the excitement beaming out of his bright, blue eyes. "Tell me!"

Jackson chuckled. "Easy there, tiger. Save some of that energy for the counselor," he teased. "I guess I'll start first," the skater boy said before leaning back into his chair, staring at the ceiling as he did so. If he closed his eyes, he could almost picture the path he wanted his life to take...


An older, twenty-something Jackson Lee Thomas was expertly weaving his way through waves on some tropical beach in the Southern Hemisphere. His hair was tied back into a man-bun to keep it out of his eyes as he stared with intense focus as the wave began to crest. Like a speeding bullet, he shot through the tube before coming right out, hanging ten and doing poses as he did so.

"For as long as I can remember, I knew that I wanted to dedicate my life to sports, especially ones that involved the water. I loved swimming in the ocean and riding the waves. So, I decided that I want to turn that into my career."

As the older Jackson reaches the top of another wave, he sees a crowd of onlookers and judges all clapping and cheering for him on the beach. Jackson poses before waving at everyone before returning to his sport.

"Of course, that won't be the only thing I do."

The next time we see Jackson, he's wearing a helmet and skating gear at a skate park, participating in an international competition. Everyone's in awe as Jackson manages to perform all sorts of tricks, shredding the rails and leaping into the air on halfpipes.

"I'll also become a professional skater, taking part in competitions all over the world and becoming internationally renowned. If I'm lucky, I may even get my own video game series like Tony Hawk. I'll get to see the world and all its sights."

The next time we see Jackson, he's older and more mature-looking. His face has a few lines to mark the passage of time, but he retains much of his muscle and youthfully-freckled look. However, what changes is that he's now standing in front of a group of kids and teens, all wearing skating gear and holding versions of his U-Board in their arms.

"Then, once I'm ready to retire, I'll launch my own brand of surf and skateboards and help to mentor the next generation of athletes."


"I know that it may sound like a reach, but I'm already making plans," Jackson said as he let his fantasy come to an end. "I'm taking part in every surf and skateboarding competition I can find, and I get in as much practice as possible. With any luck, by the time I graduate, I'll have at least one sponsor ready to back me," the boy confidently said.

"Damn, Jackson," Ferguson whistled in response. "You've got plans!"

"I'd actually be more surprised if your future didn't involve sports in some form, Jackson," Marcia admitted. Then, she got this bashful look on her face. "But, do you think that there'll be a Mrs. Thomas in your future?" she nervously asked, struggling to look him in the eye as she did so.

Jackson shrugged. "Who knows? If I find the right one, then I do. If not, that's fine, too."

Marcia couldn't help but feel a part of her spirit break as she heard this, though Jackson didn't seem to notice.

"All right, then," Ferguson interjected. "I guess I'll go next..."


In a massive stadium in the future, there's an important cooking competition taking place. As the audience and judges once, chefs are fervently at work at their stations, preparing dishes for them to sample. And at one of those stations happens to be an older Ferguson, now sporting a thin goatee.

"I guess it's no secret that I really like food. I mean, how else do you think I got this figure of mine? Besides genetics and other factors, that's not the point. The point is, I love eating food. And the thing that I love even more than eating is making food."

As the buzzer goes off and the chefs put down their utensils, they bring their dishes to the judges.

"That's why I want to become a world-renowned chef, bringing my views on the culinary arts to all."

Eventually, the time comes for Ferguson's food to be judged. The second the three judges manage to take a bite of the cake Ferguson made, their eyes light up as they proceed to get foodgasms. The next thing anyone knows, Ferguson's being crowned the winner and rolling in dough.

"After that, I may start my own cooking show or open up a restaurant that specializes in recreating the gourmet dishes we see in fiction. Foodies will love it for how high-class it is, and my fellow geeks will enjoy the chance to eat the foods from their favorite anime, cartoons, or movies."

A similar scene from before plays out in a restaurant with Ferguson's face on it, while many praise Ferguson. Especially a lot of beautiful women.


"And then, once I'm rich and successful, I'll get all the girls I could ever want!" Ferguson couldn't help but laugh out loud as he imagined this potential future.

Marcia knowingly sighed. Somehow, she knew that Ferguson's goal would involve girls somehow. Brittney, on the other hand, moved her chair as far away from him in disgust.

"Nice, dude. If you end up making it big and meeting a lot of beautiful women, make sure you send me their numbers," Alfonso said to his pudgy companion.

"You know it, bro!" Ferguson told his bespectacled buddy before the two gave each other high fives.

"God forbid that should happen," Brittney said. It didn't matter if she was trying to be a better person; sometimes, she just had to tell it like it was!

"I don't know, Brittney. Appearances don't always matter when it comes to success in dating," Alfonso pointed out. "Especially when someone happens to be highly successful."

"And what do you suppose you want to do with your life, Dolittle," Brittney snorted back at him.

"Oh, I've got my own plans..."


In the future, at some big tech event, we see an older, more confident Alfonso making his way onto the stage to thunderous applause. His hair is much more manageable, and he's since swapped out his glasses for contacts. He's also wearing different clothes, which seem to be a weird fusion between fashionable and geeky. He looks awesome, either way.

"For as long as I can remember, video games and technology have been the apple of my eye, metaphorically speaking. Our generation was lucky enough to come into the world amid a technological revolution. We've seen the Internet grow from a tool for communication and information to a way for people to make their livelihoods. And now people are making money just by playing video games! How awesome is that?"

As Alfonso speaks to the crowd, he then demonstrates many new games that he's been working on. Rather than just being traditional console or PC games, what Alfonso presents is along the lines of virtual and augmented reality.

"I want to take things to the next level. Make games that people won't just play, but be able to dive into. Or, better yet, be able to bring the games into our world. Like the OASIS from Ready Player One or the VRMMO's from Sword Art Online, but without the dying. And now that I know that there are other dimensions out there, with who knows what sort of amazing technology, I have all sorts of ideas on what humanity can do."

In another location, we see Alfonso using the technology he developed to create hyper-realistic holographic images of the human body. As a group of surgeons watches, he disassembles the image down to the bare parts of the body, revealing the presence of a cancerous tumor and how best to remove them.

"And it won't just be gaming that we can change. We'll be able to turn things that were once confined to annals of science-fiction into reality, and I'll be helping to lead the way!"

Then, just for the heck of it, Alfonso is flying in the mini-Gundam armor he created for Mewnipendence Day over the skies of California, listening to AC/DC as his AI companion (who sounds like Tara Strong) helps him organize his schedule.


"It's my hope that I can use all the cool technology and ideas found throughout the Universe to revolutionize life on Earth. That's why I want to become a game designer and tech guru and make it so that no one in the Universe can look down on us again! And, once I'm rich and famous, all the girls will flock to me, just like Tony Stark."

"You are no Tony Stark, Alfonso. Or Robert Downey Jr, for that matter," Brittney snarked, but Alfonso paid her no heed.

"I don't understand what all of that means, Alfonso, but I know that it sounds cool!" Comet admitted. "Maybe one day, a game you make will end up in the Amethyst Arcade!"

"Oh, I doubt that. Not for lack of faith in my skills, but because one of the first things I want to create may not fit in the confines of an arcade," Alfonso said as he pushed his glasses back up the bridge of his nose. "Three words, Comet: holographic. Pokémon. Battles. We've already created Pokémon Go, so bringing the game into real life should be the natural next step."

When he heard Alfonso say he wanted to bring Pokémon into the real world, Comet got out of his chair, rushed over to Alfonso, and grabbed him by the shoulders. "Alfonso, tell me how much money you need to make that a reality, and I will donate all of my allowances to make it so," he said in a crazed tone.

"Umm," Alfonso knew he had to tread carefully, lest he make Comet even more hyper. "I appreciate the offer, Comet, but it's unnecessary at the moment. But it would help if you let me look at Coryn and figure out how his body can sustain itself in our world, that'd be a big help."

"DEAL! I CAN BRING YOU MORE POKÉMON IF YOU WANT-"

At this point, Marcia dragged Comet away from Alfonso, pulling him by his sky-blue hoodie. "No, no, no, come on, Marcia!" the boy protested as his friend forced him to return to his seat.

"Comet, we talked about this," Marcia said in a stern tone. "You need to learn to respect other people's personal space. I get that you like giving hugs and public displays of affection, but there's a time and place for it."

"Yes, Marcia," he said, his voice now sounding more even-toned. Comet winced a little at this but didn't make any objections. The others just sat there, dumbfounded at what they had just witnessed.

"How did-?" one of them began to say, but Marcia already knew what they were going to ask.

"When you've lived with Comet long enough, you learn how to handle him when he acts up like that," she explained. "Plus, helping him out is a great experience for my life goal."

"And that is?" Alfonso asked.

"To become a world-class psychologist," Marcia said like it was plain as day. "If I can help this guy deal with the issues he has with his Dad and extended family, then I can help anyone."

"Too bad you couldn't help out that Glorkon guy," Comet remarked.

"Well, what about you, Comet? What do you think your future will be like?" Jackson asked out of curiosity. The moment he did, though, Comet returned to being as hyper as ever.

"That's the best part, Jacks: I have absolutely no idea! With my Wand and my dimensional scissors, though, there's no limit to what I could do with my life!"


In one possible future, Comet imagines himself as his older self, the one he briefly took because of the river in the Plains of Time. He's dressed in a badass costume that appears to be a fusion of his regular attire and his princely garbs and standing at the gates to a far-flung village as a horde of bandits approaches.

"Maybe I'll grow up to become a legendary explorer, going where no Mewman's ever gone before. I'll see things that few in my kingdom could ever imagine and face threats the likes of which fewer could face."

As the villagers watch, Comet proceeds to use a combination of his magic and hand-to-hand combat to beat the bandits into the ground, sending them running away crying.

"People everywhere will tell stories of Comet Dragonfly, the devilishly dashing Prince of Mewni who, Wand in hand, saved worlds from all manner of evil, like my ancestors did before!"


In a massive tower located in Castle Dragonfly, Comet's secluded himself amidst a treasure trove of books, instruments, and drawings. Hunched over a desk is Comet, sporting a beard and wearing robes in the vein of Yen Sid, as he writes notes inside a book. It's not the Book of Spells, but it's just as massive.

"Or perhaps I'll devote myself to the study of magic like my ancestor, Gibbous. I'll create spells the likes of which no one has ever seen before. People will flock to me just to see me perform my magic or ask me to use it to create something cool."

As Comet stands before a table in the middle of the room, he points his Wand at it before casting a spell. When the dust settles, all that's there is a slice of pepperoni pizza. However, when Comet takes a bite of it, it magically regenerates, causing him to cheer.


"So yeah, I'm hoping that I'll get to do something awesome in my future. And after I meet with this fortune teller, I'll know just what I have to forward to!"

"Comet, we told you. She's not a-Oh, forget it," Marcia said in a huff. There was no winning this argument with him, and she knew it.

Fortunately, she didn't have to worry about Comet's misconceptions much longer. At that moment, the door to the counselor's office opened, and Karla Greason came out, Axe-Guitar in front of her. How the school had not banned her from carrying it was beyond anyone's guess.

"Karla!" Comet said as he saw his friend and crush exit the office, his heart beating a tick faster as he ran up to her. "So what did the fortune teller say about your future?" he excitedly asked.

Even though Marcia wanted to reprimand him again for not respecting other's personal space, Karla merely laughed the whole thing off. To her, this was just Comet being Comet. "Ms. Candle didn't tell me anything that I didn't already know, dude," she said to the boy. "I'm going to be a musical performer, just like what I've always wanted to be." Karla then paused for a moment as she brought a finger up to her cheek, pondering what else the guidance counselor told her. "She did, however, suggest that I either come up with a more grounded backup career in case that fails. Or taking some more lessons playing my guitar," Karla said as she gestured to her ax-bass (which the school somehow allowed her to carry). "I'm not that concerned, though. About a backup plan, I mean. I'm open to more practice with my guitar."

Truth be told, Karla had no reason to feel worried about her future aspirations. A while back, she had entered a musical contest in the dimension of Symphonia. Despite being barred from the entrance for not registering beforehand, she and her friends saved everyone present from a plot by Ludo to turn them into an army of musically hypnotized zombies. Because of that, she'd not only been proclaimed the winner by Milly Sparkles, owner of the famed Bounce Lounge but got offered the chance to play there weekly, one that she eagerly accepted.

Since then, Karla had started to live her dream of spreading her music to people far and wide. Comet and the others would watch her play at the Bounce Lounge whenever they could, and from what they saw, the young Ms. Greason was proving very successful. Rumors were already spreading about a young up-and-coming performer at the Bounce Lounge, wielding a massive, brightly colored axe as a guitar and playing songs that few had ever heard. The bottom line is she was attracting fans, and she couldn't have been happier about it.

Neither could Comet, who interrupted Karla's musings by giving the girl one of his trademark hugs, making her smile. He was one of the first people to believe in her music when few others did, which meant a lot to her. And Comet enjoyed getting to hug his friend and crush, though he held himself back from doing anything else. He knew that it wasn't the time to make his move.

"Mr. Dragonfly? Comet Dragonfly may enter now."

That, and he just heard his name be called from inside the fortune teller's room. "Oh, that's my cue!" Reluctantly, he broke off the hug, though this was quickly overshadowed by his excitement at being called in. He was about to learn about how awesome his future was going to be!

"Wish me luck, guys!" Comet said with a big grin on his face as he then hopped up and down until he was inside the counselor's office, shutting the door behind him as he did while the others looked on in concern.

"He'll be fine," Marcia said to the others. Though it was more to convince herself of that matter.


The inside of the fortune teller's domain didn't look to be anything special at first glance. As Comet's eyes darted around the room, he found that it looked like any other room found in Echo Creek Academy. A little more dimly lit due to the blinds being shuttered, but that was one of only two things noteworthy. The other thing was this little white statue of a cat on the desk, holding a bowl in between its hands as its eyes seemed to move back and forth. For some reason, the movement of the eyes appeared to remind him of the ticking of a clock.

"Comet Dragonfly," a voice said, attracting Comet's attention. At the front of the room, seated by the desk with the cat-thing on it, face partially obscured by the heat coming off that drink that everyone on Earth seemed to like (Coffee, Comet reminded himself), was a woman in a semi-casual green-blue dress/skirt combo. "Please, have a seat," the woman said as her face finally came into view. She had light blue eyes, notably large, pierced ears, and brown hair starting to gray with age tied back into a low-hanging ponytail. The expression on her lipstick-covered face was very laid-back and casual, managing to invite Comet in.

"Okay!" Comet said as he raced over to the chair, which he discovered was a wheelie chair, much to his delight as he started spinning around in it.

"You want some candy?" The woman, Ms. Candle, offered him.

"Don't mind if I do," Comet said as he leaned over to the cat statue and grabbed a few pieces from the bowl before shoving them in his mouth. Once he was done with that, though, he managed to sit still long enough to look at Ms. Candle.

"So, Ms. Fortune Teller, I am super excited for you to read my fortune today," Comet happily told the woman. "So, how do you do it? Read my palm? Converse with the spirits of the dead? Examine head lumps? Or use those Tarot Cards that I read about online?"

Ms. Candle laughed a little at the boy's excitement but nonetheless kept a professional attitude. "Nope, because I'm not a fortune teller. I'm just a guidance counselor, here to offer normal guidance counselor stuff." Ms. Candle then placed her hands on the desk and leaned forward to look at Comet. "So, then, Comet Dragonfly, have you given any thought about your future?"

"Oh, you bet!" Comet confidently told her. "When I grow up, I'm going to breed the finest Warnicorns Mewni has ever seen!" To emphasize his point, Comet promptly raised his Wand and used it to transform his chair into a magnificent Warnicorn.

Ms. Candle laughed at this. "Well, that certainly sounds like a good hobby, but you may not have time for all of that, you know."

"You're right," Comet said from atop his Warnicorn. "I'll have to get someone to help me look after the Warnicorns while I'm off exploring the Universe and saving everyone in need. Or when I'm too focused on coming up with all sorts of cool spells to write in my family's book."

"Well, yes, I suppose," Ms. Candle admitted. "But," she continued, "you will not have time for many of those things when you are King of Mewni, you know."

Comet froze as he heard what Ms. Candle said, his mind focused on a single word: King. It echoed inside of Comet's mind for several moments as his brain registered it. Once that was done, all the excitement began to leave his body. "King?" he hesitantly repeated, not wanting to even say the word.

"Yes, King. I may not know your fortune, but I do know that your future is set in stone, Comet," Ms. Candle told him, never losing the even tone of voice.

"Stone?" Comet repeated as his magic to create a Warnicorn faded, transforming it back into a chair. "So, you're saying that I'm just going to end up becoming King?" he said, now feeling down about this prospect.

"Yes, I'm pretty sure that's how hereditary monarchies work," Ms. Candle told the young man with the same smile on her face. Unlike moments before, though, when it had felt inviting and warm, now that smile gave off an aura of oppression. "You're going to be King one day, and when that day comes, you're going to have to deal with a lot of responsibilities."

"Re-responsibilities?" Comet said, having to make an effort to even get that word out of his mouth.

"That's what I said," Ms. Candle told him. "You'll have to devote a lot of your time to everyone around you. Making sure all your people's wants and needs are met-"

Comet felt himself slumping back into his chair.

"-Appeasing the nobility and negotiating with other monarchs over disputes and alliances-"

Comet could already see himself sitting at some conference table, dead from boredom as a bunch of snooty nobles argued about something that, in hindsight, was trivial and stupid.

"-And you'll have to spend a lot of time reviewing documents and coming up with decrees and new laws to be passed," Ms. Candle finished.

Just hearing about that made Comet picture himself drowning in a sea of paperwork, the majority of which wasn't even necessary! The mere thought of that was enough to make Comet completely sink into his chair, crushed by the weight of everything that the future seemed to have in store for him.

"So, I'm just going to be King, and there's nothing I can do about it?" Comet asked, even though he already knew the answer.

Fortunately for him, Ms. Candle was socially conscious enough to realize her talk's effect on the young boy. "Well, yes," she awkwardly said before deciding to change tactics. "But do you know what can help to ease the burden?"

"No," Comet admitted as he remained slumped into his chair, trying very hard to see if he could fall onto the ground below like in cartoons.

Peering over her desk at the Prince, Ms. Candle told him the answer: "The right partner. Having someone that you can trust to rule alongside you."

"Oh, no..." Comet groaned, knowing what was coming: the marriage talk, something he hated almost as much as Sgt. Oleg's.

For centuries, numerous cultures on Earth saw marriage as not just an act of love but also one meant to cement ties between two groups. That's why marriages to create alliances were not only prevalent in the upper echelons of society but often expected. And while the people of Earth had, for the most part, moved beyond this concept, Mewni hadn't. As the crown prince to the leader of Mewni, Comet grew up being grilled by his more conservative relatives on who he would marry, with Eternia being among the most ardent. They would always tell him that, as the Prince, he should consider potential alliances and forging new ties between other kingdoms into consideration when choosing his bride. Understandably, Comet would hear nothing of the sort. At first, it was because he was young and was grossed out by the concept of marriage. Once he grew out of that stage, though, that disgust shifted towards the notion that everyone only saw his love as a means to gain power for themselves. Thus, he had vowed that he would marry for love and love alone. More importantly, he would marry someone that would always have his back.

Ironically, this was one of the few things that Comet and his father agreed on. King Mune had chosen to marry his mother out of love for her, and while she could be a little much at times, he appreciated his wife's antics, as they helped to offset his family's reserved nature. Therefore, he would actively tell everyone that Comet should have the right to make the same choice.

As Comet thought about this and how he would get another lecture, Ms. Candle continued talking. "So, have you given any thought about who might be the Future Queen of Mewni?"

"No," Comet flatly said, not in the mood to discuss this or even mention his crush on Karla.

"You sure?" Ms. Candle said, raising an eyebrow. "I've heard that you're pretty popular with the girls here at Echo Creek. There's got to be at least one girl you're dating right now."

"Again, no," Comet replied, wanting to end this conversation, but Ms. Candle wouldn't let him.

"What about that Diaz girl? Anything going on on that front?"

"What? No!" Comet said as he finally sat upright. "She's my best friend and roommate. Dating my roommate would be super weird."

"Sorry," Ms. Candle said as she threw her hands up in an apologetic nature. "Just had to ask. And, yeah, it would be totally weird to date your roommate."

Now I know why Jonah bailed on this, Comet thought to himself as he wanted to get out of this uncomfortable conversation. Sensing his distress, Ms. Candle gave him a reassuring look.

"Look, it's just something to think about, all right? It's never too early to start thinking about the future Queen."

Comet sighed, no longer caring at this point. "Maybe."

"Oh, cheer up, Comet," Ms. Candle said as she handed him an extra piece of candy. "Or should I say, your Majesty?"

And that was Comet's limit.


Marcia continued to scroll on her phone, looking up random facts on the Internet, while she and the others waited for Comet to finish inside. The others had moved on to other activities to occupy themselves now that their friend's living ball of energy was no longer around. Most of them did, anyway. Alfonso and Ferguson wound up falling asleep leaning on each other, much to everyone's amusement. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the door to the counselor's office swung open, and out came Comet.

"Hey, Comet," Marcia said as she got up to look at her bestie. "So, how did it go?"

"Yeah, man, don't leave us hanging," Jackson told him.

However, much to everyone's surprise, Comet didn't respond. In fact, he did nothing to even indicate that he had heard them. He just had this forlorn look on his face as he walked away from everyone, heading off to who knows where.

"Okay, then. I guess we can catch up later," Marcia nervously said, not sure about what she should do.

"Uh, do you think that he's alright?" Brittney asked, an uncharacteristic level of concern in her voice as she did so.

"I have no idea, Brittney. He never gets that depressed," Marcia admitted. "Maybe one of us should go talk to him."

"Ms. Diaz? Marcia Diaz may enter now," a voice called out from inside the counselor's office.

"Mierda," Marcia cursed under her breath in Espanol. "Okay, I'm going to head inside," she told the others (the ones that were awake, anyway). "When I get back, I'll go make sure Comet's all right," she said before hastily making her way inside Ms. Candle's office and shutting the door behind her.

"You wanted to see me, Ma'am?" Marcia said, not sure of how to proceed. She knew that whatever Ms. Candle had said to Comet had upset the boy. At the same time, Marcia knew that she couldn't flat out ask her what had happened. Doing so would be unethical. Deciding on caution, Marcia chose to simply take her seat.

"Oh yes, Ms. Diaz. I've already heard quite a lot about you," Ms. Candle said as she read through a file in her hands. "Very impressive what you have here."

Despite her better judgment telling her not to fall for it, Marcia's pride couldn't help but get the better of her in this case. "So, you've seen my test scores, then?" she confidently said as she leaned forward. "Not to brag, but I'm near the top of my class right now."

"Indeed," Ms. Candle said. "One of the top students in ECA, member of the cheerleading team until recently, numerous acts of volunteer work both in-school and around the community. You're a real go-getter, young lady."

"You bet I am," Marcia said, any concern for Comet now drowned out by her own ego. I don't know what Comet was so upset about. Marcia thought this would be a breeze as she could already see where her future was taking her.

Or so she thought.


Spongebob Narrator: ten minutes later...

"Are you freaking kidding me?!" Marcia yelled in frustration as she walked down the hallway with Comet, who remained as depressed as ever. However, Marcia was too caught up in her problems to even notice.

"This is bull! I mean, 'Head Janitor for Garbage Island'?" She said as she looked down at the overly-colorful pamphlet that Ms. Candle had given her. As the name suggested, it was all about working on one of several islands made entirely out of the trash that had sprung up in the middle of the oceans over the last few decades. And as much as Marcia wanted to help get rid of them, a janitor there was beneath her. "I do all that work to get into honor's courses, spend all my time around town for volunteer service hours, get a 4.0 GPA, and this is what it gets me?!" Marcia ranted as she and Comet reached his locker. "It's like nothing I did even matters!"

"Then don't go," Comet said in a very subdued tone as he proceeded to open up his locker to put some of his stuff away. "At least you have a choice, Marcy," Comet told her before leaning back against his locker. "Apparently, the only thing that's in my future is being the freaking King of Mewni." If Karla were here at that moment, she'd probably be playing funeral music.

Normally, this would be the part where Marcia would realize something was wrong with Comet. And, like a good friend, she would reach out to him and help. However, she was so caught up in her own problems that she barely even registered Comet's hang-ups.

"Oh, I'd love to be King," Marcia sighed with a smile on her face. "I'd never have to worry about what I wear since I'd have other people to do that for me and make sure that I looked fabulous."

Comet just groaned at this idea. Having people fuss over him and force him into uncomfortable attire was torture for him.

"And everyone would have to love you unconditionally, no matter how weird you may end up being."

Comet groaned even louder. He knew from experience that this was not the case. If people didn't like you, then being King wasn't going to change that. Worse, it would just mean they'd kiss up to you in public while bad-mouthing you behind your back!

"And you'd never have to worry about what you ate because you'd only get the finest meals in the land. And you'd have people who would groom you and prepare the finest baths every night!"

"Oh, if you think that being King is so nice, Marcia Diaz, then, by all means, go ahead and trade places with me!" Comet snapped at his best friend, catching her completely off-guard. "Because Gods forbid that you appreciate the fact that you actually have a say in what you want to do with your life," the boy continued. "In case you haven't noticed, not everyone has that luxury, no matter how badly they may want it!"

"Comet, what are you-?"

"Don't even finish that thought, Marcia, because I know what you're going to ask," Comet said, cutting her off mid-sentence. "And the answer is that you don't know how lucky you and everyone else here really are. You all get to decide what you want out of life, and yet all you're doing right now is taking it for granted and complaining about what a wannabe fortune teller says." Comet was so frustrated by this point that he couldn't even finish his thoughts. Opening his locker door once more, Comet tapped on it, creating the portal that connected it to his room back the house. "I'm cutting class for the rest of the day. Don't try and stop me." He told his best friend before climbing inside. Before Marcia had a chance to even say anything, Comet was gone.

Marcia just stood there for a moment, processing everything that just happened. Then, she began to feel very ashamed of herself. She knew that Comet was upset about something that Ms. Candle said to him, and she had meant to figure out what was wrong, only for her ego to get the better of her.

Marcia then looked down at the pamphlet for Garbage Island once more and remembered what Comet had said to her. "Maldita sea, soy un idiota," which was Spanish for "Damn it, I'm such a jerk." Comet was right: she took her freedom to choose what she wanted out of life for granted. Now, all she could think about was making things right. That's when she happened to notice a familiar figure entering the ladies' restroom nearby.

All right, Marcia. Time to make things right, the girl said as she proceeded to follow Ms. Candle into the women's room, determined to help her friend; and, to a lesser extent, give the counselor a piece of her mind about her own future prospects.

"Ms. Candle-" Marcia started to say as she opened the door, only to find no one inside the restroom. Doing a quick scan of the place to ensure that she didn't miss anything, Marcia noticed that one of the stalls was closed. Deciding to wait until the guidance counselor was done, Marcia turned around and prepared to head back into the hallways. However, as she was about to leave, she heard an explosion coming from inside the restroom. She turned around just in time to see a column of fire erupting from the locked stall, followed by the sound of something being dropped into the water.

Okay, that's not normal, Marcia thought. Warranting further investigation, Marcia went against her better judgment and slipped back inside the bathroom. Delicately, she tip-toed her way towards an adjacent stall, slipping underneath the door to not make any noise that would give her away. As she carefully climbed onto the rim of the toilet, Marcia felt ever so grateful that the school took hygiene seriously and ensured that even the restrooms were germ-free. Now peering over the wall into the other stall, Marcia was more than a little concerned to find Ms. Candle standing in front of the head, a bag full of black balls in one hand as she proceeded to drop them into the toilet.

"Ma'am, I'm here to report that phase one is complete," Ms. Candle said in a very serious tone that Marcia had not heard her use earlier. "What's our next move?" the woman asked, though Marcia had no idea who she was talking to. "Ma'am? Are you there? Ma'am?"

As Marcia continued to watch, the water in the toilet bowl began to shimmer until something appeared in the reflection. Or rather, someone. Someone that Marcia had hoped she would never have to see again. After all, the last time she saw this person's face, she threatened to burn her alive.

"YOU IDIOT!" came the shrill, demonic cry of none other than Tamara "Tammy" Lucitor, Princess of the Underworld. Or, as Marcia knew her, Comet's crazy, Yandere ex-girlfriend.

As Marcia barely managed to hold back a gasp that would've given her away, Tammy continued to speak to the guidance counselor (though Marcia was now pretty sure Ms. Candle wasn't even a counselor). "You forgot the most important part of the plan: ME!" Tammy bellowed as her eyes began to light up like hellfire. "Do you have any idea how many resources it took to get you inside this school?"

"My lady, I understand that you're upset-" Ms. Candle tried to argue, but Tammy wasn't in the mood to hear.

"Of course I'm upset. All those weeks of spying on my love and his dorky human friends so I can find an opportunity like this," Tammy explained.

Tammy's been spying on us? Marcia thought to herself, not sure how she could do that without anyone noticing, something that deeply concerned.

"This plan is too important to fail: I got you inside this school; you pose as their new guidance counselor and talk to my beloved. You plant the idea in that gorgeous blonde's head that I'm the perfect woman for him. I step in, finally win him over, and he ditches that little human homewrecker he's sleeping under the same roof with!"

"Look, I'm sorry, Ma'am," Ms. Candle said as she threw her hands up. "But it didn't come up in the conversation, and I didn't want to force it, or he might have gotten suspicious," she hastily said, praying to the Gods that her mistress couldn't blow her face off from afar. "But look, I got confirmation. Comarci is completely platonic! The boy doesn't feel anything romantic towards that Diaz girl," she added.

"Comarci?" Marcia whispered to herself. That sounds like the name you'd give to a ship. Marcia had seen enough works of fiction to know about the art of shipping...and how divisive it could be at times.

"At least that's good news," Tammy admitted, calming down a little before her temper began to flare up again. "Make sure there's no chance of them ever becoming a…thing." Tammy spat that last word out with enough venom that Marcia thought it could melt through walls.

"That little nobody managed to derail my plans at the Blood Moon Ball, and worse still, made me look terrible in front of Comet. The last thing I need is that some upstart, peasant bitch getting between me and my love, and the only way to do that is to ensure they stay as far away from each other as possible."

Tammy grimaced as she remembered the events of that night."That little nobody managed to derail my plans at the Blood Moon Ball, and worse still, made me look terrible in front of Comet. The last thing I need is that some upstart, peasant bitch getting between me and my love, and the only way to do that is to ensure they stay as far away from each other as possible."

Tammy grimaced as she remembered the events of that night. She had all it planned out: she would be on her absolute best behavior and show her love that she really was trying to change for the better. Yeah, there were a few close calls, and Comet didn't agree to do a few things she wanted, but that was who he was. Comet was a free-thinking spirit, and she had worked hard to make this night perfect for them. Then, when she turned her back for a minute, she found that little human vamp dancing with her man. And even worse, she saw the lovestruck on her love's face! It was like all her worst fears had come true, and thanks to that, she lost her cool...and wound up ruining everything.

No...that girl had ruined everything. She made Tammy snap for getting in between her and her love. This was why Tammy was going to make sure that those two would stay as far away from each other as possible, hence this elaborate plan.

Somehow sensing what her mistress was thinking, Ms. Candle spoke up. "Don't worry, madame. I was able to take care of that. I told Ms. Diaz that her future would lead her to a garbage island in the middle of nowhere. She'll never be around the Prince again,"

"Excellent," Tammy deviously said. "Now, keep at it with the both of them," she then ordered. "The more we make them think that their futures will take them on different paths, the easier it will be to drive a wedge between them. Any chance of romance between them will be over before it has a chance to begin," the Princess said with a sinister grin before suddenly returning to the same irritated look on her face. "Also, real talk: stop offering candy to everyone. You're going to blow my cover."

"Ma'am, I've found that if you offer people candy, they're more likely to be receptive to whatever you have to say," Ms. Candle tried to argue, not even noticing as Marcia got down from her vantage point with a determined look on her face.

That...bitch. I can't believe that she would go this far just to get Comet back, Marcia angrily thought to herself as a fire burned inside her. Messing with my future is one thing, but I am not letting her destroy Comet's self-esteem just so she can make out with him! Well, two can play at this game, Tammy. As the two girls continued to converse, Marcia quietly slipped out the door to the girl's room, a plan already forming in her head. She wasn't going to let that Demon girl mess with her or Comet like this!


Spongebob Narrator: Later that day...

Ms. Candle and Princess Tammy had continued conversing in the women's room for a bit longer, trying to work out the finer points of their plan and how they would go about accomplishing it. Their conversation got cut short, though, as it turned out that coffee went through Ms. Candle's body fairly quickly, and she soon had to use the bathroom for real. So, after flushing Tammy's image away, Ms. Candle finished up in the bathroom, went to get another cup of coffee for herself, having grown to like the Earth beverage, and returned to her office, whistling a tune to herself.

Ms. Candle's marching orders were simple: meet with Comet as often as possible, plant the idea that he should take Tammy back inside his head, and make sure Marcia stayed as far away from the Prince. In the meantime, she continued her guise as a guidance counselor to not arouse any suspicion.

Too bad for Ms. Candle, any plans she had were about to be derailed by the person who'd been waiting in her office.

"Hey, Ms. Candle," came the familiar voice of Marcia Diaz as the older woman sat down at her desk, startling her. When Ms. Candle looked up, she saw that Marcia was sitting in front of her, her face obscured by the pamphlet for Garbage Island she'd been provided with.

After getting over her initial surprise, Ms. Candle composed herself enough to speak to her unexpected guest. "Oh, hello Marcia," she said to the Diaz girl. "Is there something that I can help you with?"

"Actually, yes, there is," Marcia responded, her voice sounding very even. "You see, I appreciate all your guidance about Garbage Island and all, but I'm afraid I'm going to have to pass on that." Marcia then promptly crumbled the pamphlet up into a ball before throwing it to the nearby trashcan, making sure that she missed. Normally, she would rail on herself for doing that, as she was a big believer in saving the planet from all its trash, but Marcia wanted to make a statement: she was better than this. Mother Nature would hopefully give her a pass on this.

Her point made, Marcia then looked straight ahead at Ms. Candle. "Actually, I was thinking that I should be aiming for something higher in life. Something that would suit my talents better," Marcia told the "counselor," doing her best to sound as nonchalant about it as possible. Lull the target into a false sense of security before laying the bait.

Here goes nothing, Marcia silently thought as she let Ms. Candle take a sip of her coffee. "Something like...Queen of Mewni?"

Upon hearing this last part, Ms. Candle did a spit-take out of sheer shock as she tried to process what she heard. Now in a state of disbelief, the woman started stuttering like crazy before she managed to get out a quick "W-what?!"

All right, she's taken the bait. Hope this works, Marcia thought as she continued, making sure to lean back into her chair and adopting a very smug look on her face. She had to make this next part convincing. "You see, the thing is, Comet and I have recently become smooch buddies. On the lips," she added before pointing at her lips for emphasis.

At this last part, the little cat statue stopped moving its eyes around, its gaze locked directly on Marcia, something that did not go unnoticed by the girl.

Ms. Candle, on the other hand, now looked like she was about to have a panic attack. "B-bb-but Comet never-"

"Said anything?" Marcia finished, casually looking at her nails while pretending to be uninterested. "Well, that's what we both agreed to say. We wanted to keep this away from the paparazzi and gossip mongers for as long as possible. But, seeing as you are a Guidance Counselor, I can trust you with this kind of information without any concern." Marcia then leaned back into her chair...and made the most lovestruck look she could ever hope to make.

"The truth is, Ms. Candle, ever since my dear, sweet prince bravely rescued me from all those Monsters-"

"He did what?"

"-We both started to see each in a far different light. We couldn't stop thinking about each other and how much we meant to each other! And before you knew it, one day, my Prince came to me and told me that he couldn't bear the idea of not having me in his life and that I was the important person in the Universe to him! In other words, he fell for me, and he fell for me hard. And the truth is, I had fallen for him, as well!" Marcia let out a lovestruck sigh for added effect. "So now, we're together!"

It was taking all of Marcia's willpower to keep from laughing herself silly. She was using everything she'd learned from comics, anime, and other works of fiction to put on this act, and even though it was embarrassing, she wasn't making all of it up. The two were close, just not in the romantic sense, though Ms. Candle didn't know this.

"Even if that's true, kid," she said as she shot a quick glance at the cat statue, "you shouldn't say that out loud."

Marcia paid her no heed, though, as she was on a roll. "Comet didn't just fall for me hard, though. It just so happened that he fell into my bed the other night. He said that after the near-death experience, he was so worried about me that he couldn't even spend a single night apart from his sweet Princess. I can still remember what it felt like, falling asleep in his arms as he lay nestled behind me, his mouth so close to me that I could feel his breath on the back of my neck."

"Y-you did what?" Ms. Candle uttered.

"Of course, that's not all we do together at night," Marcia continued. "He's so daring and adventurous when it comes to kissing, and absolutely divine at it. We've been trying all kinds of styles. German-"

Ms. Candle's mouth hung open at this.

"-Italian,"

Ms. Candle's mouth hung open even more.

Marcia then paused for dramatic effect before finally adding, "Polynesian?" Truth be told, Marcia had to Google all of this up beforehand, and it was pretty embarrassing to say out loud. Especially Polynesian. "My tonsils are so tired. I can't even feel my teeth anymore."

"Kid, do you even realize what you're saying right now?" Ms. Candle hastily said, trying to get Marcia to stop talking, but it was out of her control.

"What? It's not like we've actually done that...yet." Marcia was on an absolute roll by now, not even caring how embarrassing this stuff sounded. Marcia's views on sex were very two-sided: on the one hand, it was not something she'd talk about in public. On the other hand, she was a healthy teenage girl who'd taken sex-ed classes, read enough books, and seen enough short videos and ecchi anime to teach her what happened in the bedroom. Hell, as much as she'd hated to admit, she had more than a few naughty dreams about Jackson, some of which would leave her waking in the middle of the night panting like crazy, among...other things.

"But you should hear him say just how much he wants me. I think I woke up one morning, and he was...oh, it's way too embarrassing to say!" Marcia began to frantically shake her head like a lovestruck girl. "Though, given what I've got going on, I don't blame him," she added, gesturing to her slim yet athletic body. "He even showed me the underwear he plans on having me wear underneath my dress on our wedding day."

Ms. Candle gulped. "Wedding day?" she whimpered in fear as the ceramic cat began to turn a shade of red.

"Oh yes," Marcia clarified. "I never took him for a lace guy, to be honest. I begged him not to make me wear that, as it would drive him mad. I told him that he would destroy my dress, trying to get to what was underneath. But how could I resist those adorable puppy dog eyes of his?" Marcia then giggled to herself as she thought of how crazy she must sound right now, but given everything she said, it would sound like it was about Comet.

On the desk, the ceramic cat turned even redder than it already was, and Marcia knew that it was time to lay the finishing touch. "I think that the two of us are going to have a long and happy life as the future monarchs of Mewni. I'm just glad that there's no one else out there to compete with."

At this point, the ceramic cat statue looked like a volcano ready to blow its stack. Then, it managed to do just that, shattering into thousands of pieces as it gave way to reveal the demonic form of Tammy Lucitor. Her three eyes were glowing white-hot with anger, her hair was moving around like a living creature, and she emitted an unearthly, primal growl from her throat. In short, she was beyond mad.

Marcia, though, immediately changed her tune to look as smug and triumphant as possible. "BUSTED!" she said as she pointed towards Ms. Candle. "I KNEW YOU WEREN'T A GUIDANCE COUNSELOR!" Marcia shouted in victory, thrilled to know that she managed to bust Tammy's crazy plan wide open. I can't wait to see the look on Comet's face when I tell her that this lady was full of it, the Diaz girl thought to herself. That is until she felt herself be grabbed by the collar by the angry Demon girl and saw the look in her eyes.

Morgan Freeman: It was at this moment Marcia knew...she fucked up.

And with that, Tammy dragged the poor girl back to the Underworld, leaving a stunned Ms. Candle behind.

*Back in Jay's Workspace, Jay's finally finished explaining what those kissing styles meant to Omnitraxus. Omni can't stop blushing.*

Omni: Sweet corn. And Disney actually let Daron's team put that in there?

Jay: I know, right? That's what makes it so funny, though! Disney's no stranger to adult jokes in its media, but this was as close to blurring the line as possible. To this day, I have no idea how they pulled that off.

Kermit: So, you decided to follow in Daron's footsteps and do something equally raunchy for this...Lit.

Janna: I don't know, frog. I think he could've gone further.

Jay: Janna's right, you know. I actually had an idea for that scene that would've been way more sexual than what I put in. But that was a can of worms that I didn't want to open, so I just went with the ecchi route.

Kermit: Oh, come on, Jay. I doubt that whatever else you wrote couldn't have been that...

*Jay interrupts Kermit by handing him the first draft for the chapter, and the frog proceeds to read it over. His face starts to scrunch up as he does so.*

Kermit: I stand corrected. This was actually you holding back.

Jay: Exactly. But don't worry. As this is fanfiction unconstrained by Disney's standards, I intend to include more material such as this into the story. But ONLY when it is deemed appropriate!

Now that all of that's out of the way, though, let's get on to responding to

READER'S REVIEWS

Guest 1-Congrats, buddy. I'm giving you credit for Ms. Candle's voice here.

NightAroma-The only cartoons I could think of for inspiration were all made by Genndy Tartakovsky, actually. And yeah, this version of Ludo is going to be more competent. Actually, he's been more competent since the start. But now that he's snapped, he's even more dangerous. And I don't have Seth's voice down just yet, but Frank Welker as Megatron might be a good idea. Or maybe Steve Blum. Or the late Chris Ayers. I just want him to be menacing.

BTW, not sorry for not using your shipping names.

LockAndKey989-Not quite a cyborg, but you'll have to wait and see. It will be a while, though.

950-Lol, we get that.

Julalya-Wait and see on that!

The Wandering Hippie-Fun fact, the bird and spider's names are derived from ancient names for Spider and Eagle. Rachnera is derived from Arachne, the Greek Woman who was cursed and became the first spider. And "Aquila" is Latin for "Eagle."

Believe it or not, I read a few survival stories when I was in school, both real and fiction, and I was a fan of Survivor as a kid. Guess I remembered some of what I learned, but I think a lot of it was just lucky guessing based on common sense. Also, one of my life goals was to go see the magic bus from the Stampede Trail in Alaska, the one made famous by the book Into the Wild? Then the Alaskan Government had to move it. Buzzkill.

As for the shadowy group, I don't have a set name down yet, or even how many members they may have. They are inspired partly by Organization XIII, though, as well as the Akatsuki from Naruto and the Skeksis from The Dark Crystal.

Also, WHEN WILL YOU START WRITING AGAIN? I WILL ASK YOU AS MANY TIMES AS I HAVE TO!

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Come back next week to see if Marcia will make it out of this mess in one piece. And how Comet will handle what he got told.