*In Jay's Workspace, there's a giant sign that reads "On Break for Amphibia and The Owl House. Solicitors will be trolled" and nothing else. Then, in comes RJ "Jay" Writing Ink, hoodie over his head, lightsaber on his shorts, and Keyblade on his back. Looking up at the sign, he sighs wistfully.*

Jay: You know, I had thought of doing a genderbent series for Amphibia and The Owl House, but I don't have the time. That, and nothing I can write would do the shows justice. Star vs., though? As much as I love that show, the ending could've been better. Seeing the end of Amphibia reminded me of that.

*Jay then looks at the readers*

Jay: So, while I wait for everyone else to show up, let's get this show on the road again. This is something that I've wanted to do for a while: "Friendenemies." Or, rather, "Girl's Night Out."

Okay, Marcia Ulberta Diaz. You can do this. This is your moment! You have been preparing for this all of your life!

As Marcia continued to mentally hype herself up, she let her fingers fly across the keys to her laptop. Frantically, she typed at a speed that could only come from desperation, slamming down on the keys with so much force that she thought she'd hurt something. Yet Marcia wouldn't relent; this was far too important for her! She couldn't lose focus, not even to investigate the loud thump coming from another part of the house. It was probably Comet doing something he probably shouldn't be, so no big deal.

Spongebob Narrator: thirty seconds later...

*Bang* *Bang* *Bang*

The banging said kept coming from the other side of Marcia's door, but she chose to ignore it. What she was doing was way too important to get distracted by anything. Moments later, though, the door swung open, courtesy of the little Hoot-Hoot known as Coryn, his talons clutching the doorknob.

"Thanks, Coryn," came the familiar voice of Comet. "I owe you one."

"Hoo!" the little Pokémon hooted before hopping inside to rest on Marcia's bed.

"Hey, Marcia," Comet said to his best friend, who would not take her eyes off her laptop to look at him. Paying no mind to this, Comet decided to continue speaking. "So, do you think I can get your help with something?"

"Not now, Comet. I'm in the middle of something important," Marcia said, still not looking away from her laptop.

"More important than helping your best friend?" Comet asked, his tone full of pleading that made him sound pretty sad. Marcia could practically picture the boy giving her "Bambi Eyes."

Why did I have to show him Disney+ or my family's DVD/VHS collection? Sighing, Marcia reluctantly turned around to look at Comet. "All right, Comet, what is it that you-why are you tied up in Christmas lights?"

"Tied up" would have been an understatement. Somehow, Comet Dragonfly had managed to get so tangled in lights that he had effectively hogtied himself. He wasn't even standing before her; he had to get Cloudy to carry him to her bedroom. It was a pretty weird sight to look at!

"Um, I can explain," Comet said. "I wanted to throw a party for a bunch of my spells, so I got out the lights to decorate my room. I was trying to get them untangled, but they wouldn't do so, then I got mad, and the next thing I know-"

"Stop," Marcia said, holding a hand up. "I don't want to know. And that's going to have to wait, Comet. I'm in the middle of something really important."

"Ooh, what?" Cloudy asked in his usual, sugary voice.

"Yeah, what?" Comet asked in a tone that was deliberately meant to imitate Cloudy's way of speaking, if only to irritate Marcia into telling them. Rolling her eyes at their playful questioning, Marcia decided to just indulge them.

"Well, if you must know," Marcia explained, "there's a Mackie Hand movie marathon playing at the local theater tonight, and I don't want to miss it!"

Comet attempted to scratch his head in contemplation, but upon finding such an act impossible, he gave up and decided to just ask the question. "Mackie Hand? Isn't he that big martial arts star that you've got a crush on?"

Marcia let out a small yelp at this and quickly had to suppress the color rising to her cheeks. "I don't have a crush on him, Comet; not every guy that girls keep posters of in their rooms is thought of like that," the Diaz girl said as she gestured to the framed poster of Mackie Hand that she had hanging on her wall. "Mackie Hand is one of the greatest martial arts superstars that ever lived. He died thirty years ago while accidentally performing one of his own stunts on himself," Marcia reverently told Comet. "His movies were some of my biggest inspiration for taking up martial arts in the first place, Comet. That's why I have to go to this marathon! My honor as a Mackie Hand devotee demands it!"

"Alright, alright, I get it, Marcia," Comet said, resigning himself that he would spend the next several minutes with cords digging into his skin. "Get your tickets, girl!"

Marcia nodded as she continued to type into her computer with the kind of fury that only a fan could exhibit. "Come on, come on..." Marcia kept refreshing the page every few seconds. Traffic to the movie theater's website was high, leading to a significant lag. Yet Marcia would not be deterred. After all, this was just getting tickets for a movie marathon, not trying to get a PS5 or tickets to San Diego Comic-Con. All she needed was a few seconds to press the "purchase" button, and the debit card her parents gave her would take care of the rest. Yes, all she needed was a few-

*SORRY. ALL TICKETS FOR THIS EVENT HAVE BEEN SOLD OUT*

Those were the words that appeared on the web page that Marcia had opened, but for Marcia, they might as well have been her own death sentence. Or at least something that mocked her for her failure to accomplish what she had set out to do. At first, Marcia just sat in her chair, staring at the screen. Then, the reality began to set in: she failed. Being a mature, rational, 14-year old young woman, Marcia appropriately reacted to this-

"NO! Maldita sea, No!"

By burying her face into the keyboard and then banging her laptop screen against her head and uttering a series of curses in Spanish, much to Comet's confusion.

"Aw, Marcy, what's wrong?" Comet asked, his concern towards himself gone as he saw his best friend look so upset.

"They're all sold out of tickets, and I couldn't get one," Marcia mournfully said, sniffling as she did so. She had been really looking forward to this event.

"There, there, Mar-Mar," Comet gently told her. If it weren't because he was hogtied, he would pat her on the shoulder or give her one of his famous hugs. "It'll be okay."

"I know," Marcia said as she sat upright in her chair, her face having been pressed against the keyboard so hard that it had left indentations on her face, much to Comet's silent amusement. "It was just a once-in-a-lifetime event that I'll never get to enjoy for myself," she said, wistful over what could have been.

"Don't be like that, Marcia," Comet reassured her. "Maybe there's still a way you can get a ticket. Or better yet, maybe I can-"

"No, Comet," Marcia said, cutting him off. "I'm not going to use your dimensional scissors to sneak into the theater. That would be wrong and a disservice to Mackie Hand fans everywhere," Marcia told her. "Besides, good things don't happen to me."

"Hey," Comet said in mock shock. "Are you saying that I'm not one of the best things to happen in your life?" Comet even made his face go all Bambi-eyed for added weight. Marcia couldn't help but giggle at Comet's attempts to cheer her up, the effect was instantaneous.

"Yes, Comet, you are one of the best things that have happened to me," Marcia said as she gave a playful roll of the eyes before standing up and walking over to Cloudy. "Now, let's see if we can get you out of there without destroying them. We still need them for the Holidays," she said as she reached out for Comet and tried to figure out how best to extricate him from his unwanted harness.

As she was about to get started, though, a blast of fire and hot air from her desk knocked her to the ground. Comet joined her since he couldn't balance himself, while poor Cloudy got knocked against the wall, leaving him slightly dazed. As the three watched, a pillar of flame appeared, then quickly disappeared, revealing a single figure standing on Marcia's desk. It was someone that Comet and Marcia couldn't help but grimace at: Tammy Lucitor, dressed in more casual attire, licking what appeared to be a snowcone, her eyes shut as she did so.

"Hey, guys, what's-" the question died in Tammy's mouth as she opened her eyes and saw the state of the two teens. One of them was currently sprawled on the floor of her room, while the other was in what looked like some really improvised bondage rope.

Tammy had no idea the context for this, but she knew that there were two likely explanations for what she was looking at. The two teens were either a.) doing something kinky together, which made Tammy jealous (she secretly wanted to do those things with Comet when they were older). Or b.) Comet, being Comet, had wound up this way and came to his human friend for help. Either way, she didn't want to stick around.

"I can come back later if I'm interrupting something," Tammy said in the most polite tone she could muster before getting ready to charge up another fire portal. Marcia couldn't help but go beet-red as she realized just what Tammy was thinking about.

"No, no, no! There's no need to leave! This isn't what it looks like, I swear!" the Diaz girl frantically said, trying to cover up her embarrassment and failing miserably.

Even Comet couldn't help but get a little flustered. As a teenage boy, he was at least familiar with...this kind of stuff, so it didn't take him long to put two and two together. "Yeah, yeah, Marcia's right! I got tangled up in these things by accident, and I needed Marcia's help! Please don't burn down the house or anything!"

Tammy looked at the two teens for a moment, then decided to take their word for it. "Okay," she simply said, deciding to drop the whole matter.

"So, are you going to tell us why you're here, or..." Comet started to awkwardly say, prompting Tammy to get the conversation back on track.

"Oh, right, right," she said, remembering why she had come here...and the advice of the person who'd persuaded her to do so. "Well, I was just wondering if, maybe, we could hang out?"

Comet gave Tammy a scowl that she hated to see on the handsome boy's face. "No, no, no, no to the power of infinity plus one," Comet adamantly said. "I am not falling for the 'let's just be friends' card you're trying to play, Tammy. So, if that's the reason why you're here, then you might as well-"

"Actually," Tammy interrupted, "I was talking about Marcia."

"Say what now?" Comet had a hard time processing what his ex-girlfriend had just said, and from the look on Marcia's face, it seemed that the Diaz girl was having the exact same problem.

"You want to hang out? With me?" Marcia said as she gestured to herself with one hand.

"That's what I said, isn't it?"

As Marcia got up off the floor and hauled Comet onto her bed, she narrowed her eyes while looking at Tammy. "What are you playing at, Lucitor?"

"I...I honestly have no idea what you're talking about, Marcia," Tammy nervously said.

"The last time we saw each other, you threatened to eviscerate with a bunch of knives and leave my rotting corpse out to warn anyone who pissed you off!" Marcia reminded her, not even bothering to hide the irritation in her voice.

"But don't you remember what happened afterward?" Tammy hastily said. "I thought we really connected with one another. We bonded over Smash Bros, remember?"

"You kidnapped me," Marcia deadpanned.

"But I let you go. And I did fess up to Comet after I did, remember?" Tammy countered. Yet neither of them seemed to be moved by this. Realizing that this was getting her nowhere, Tammy decided the time was right to pull out her secret weapon.

"Well, then...I guess I'll have to find someone else with me to...the Mackie Hand movie marathon." Right as she said that, Tammy pulled two movie tickets out of her pants pocket and held them out for the others to see. Marcia swore that she could see a golden aura surrounding the tickets and an angel choir going off in the background.

As much as Marcia wanted to say yes without hesitation, the more rational side of her brain, the part that she prided herself on for keeping her from making dumb mistakes, won out. "You're a fan of Mackie Hand?" she asked, clearly skeptical.

"A super fan," Tammy simply stated. "So, are you in or are you out?"

"Hey, I know what movie that's from!" Comet exclaimed as he stopped trying to chew his way through the cords, prompting Marcia to pick him up and throw him over her shoulder. "Okay, this is happening, I guess."

"Uno momento, por favor," Marcia said as she took Comet out of her bedroom and into the hallway. "We need to discuss this."

Once they were outside Marcia's bedroom door, Marcia set Comet on the ground, got down on her knees, and leaned in close to him. "Okay, Comet, what do you think?"

"Well, I'm thinking that maybe we get a pair of scissors if this doesn't work because I'm starting to lose all feeling in my-"

"No, no, not the Christmas lights, you dummy!" Marcia clarified before giving a hasty apology. "I meant about Tammy. You've known her longer than I have, and do you think she's up to something?"

Comet thought about it for a moment, then shook his head. "I don't think so, Marcia. I've seen what Tammy's like when she wants something, and she's usually much more driven when that happens. She gets this fire in her eyes and this single-minded determination to get what she wants, no matter what happens. This time, though, I'm not getting that sort of vibe from her," he motioned to the door to Marcia's bedroom. "Also, wouldn't it have made more sense for her to wait out here instead of us?"

Ignoring that last question, Marcia continued to press the issue. "Well, remember the Blood Moon Ball? She clearly wanted to use that to win you back, and look how that turned out."

"Look, I'm saying that maybe you should give her a chance, Marcia," Comet said thoughtfully. "I think she's really trying to bury the hammer or whatever you say on Earth."

"Hatchet. It's 'burying the hatchet,' Comet." Marcia deadpanned.

"Look, Marcia, remember what you said to me about Buff Frog?" Comet said, bringing up their former enemy-turned-unexpected ally. "How I should be willing to give him a second chance for helping to expose Lars for his cheating? If I hadn't done that, Jackson would've lost his board and been banned from the skate park."

Marcia had to admit that Comet did make a good point. After getting fired by his former master, Ludo, Buff Frog had temporarily exiled himself to Earth. He ended up not only giving Marcia some much-needed advice regarding the relay race between her, Jackson, and Comet and Lars and his flunkies, but he went out of his way to expose Lars for sabotaging Comet's roller skates.

Then, when Marcia got kidnapped by Toffee, Buff Frog was the one who helped Comet mount his rescue mission to save her. While things didn't go like Comet had planned, the fact remained that Buff Frog had been there to help them on both accounts. Had Marcia and Comet not done so, things wouldn't have turned out as well.

Well, at least things with Lars turned out well, but that was beside the point.

"Point taken," Marcia reluctantly admitted. "All right, I'll do it, but I won't like it."

"That's the spirit, Marcia," Comet told her. "Now, can you pick me up and carry me back in. I still can't walk."

"Oh, right," Marcia said, remembering that her best friend was still hogtied due to his own stupidity. Hoisting him back onto her shoulders, Marcia strode back into her room, finding Tammy patiently waiting for her, still standing on her desk.

"I'll do it," Marcia told her. Before Tammy could even say anything else, though, Marcia continued. "But the moment I catch you trying anything funny, I'm calling Comet, and he will come and beat the shit out of you."

"Hey!" Comet complained. "I'm not some weapon you can use as a threat!"

"This coming from the guy who was willing to blow up a mosquito because it bit you," Marcia retorted.

"Touche," Comet conceded.

"All right," Marcia said as she looked at Tammy. "The event doesn't start for a few hours, so come back in an hour." She then threw Comet onto her bed. "By my guess, that's how long it will take for me to free this idiot from these lights without breaking them."

"Deal. See you in an hour!" Tammy then disappeared into another pillar of fire, much to Marcia's annoyance.

"That better not have left any scorch marks or damaged my laptop."


"Well, we finally managed to get you untied, Comet," Marcia before falling onto the living room couch with an exasperated sigh. "And we did it without ruining the lights."

"Yeah," Comet said as he lay on the floor, looking at the ceiling. "And even though they cut off all the circulation to my arms and legs and rendered me unable to move my limbs, I feel great!"

Comet wasn't exaggerating, either. He fell flat on his back when he tried to stand up after being freed from his makeshift bondage rig. Not that he seemed to mind, as he just kept staring at the ceiling with this weird, contemplative look on his face.

"So, are you planning on staying there all night, or are you going to help me get ready to deal with what's sure to be a disaster?" Marcia asked her roommate.

"Marcia, don't be like that," Comet told her. "I mean, I know you don't have the best track record with Tammy-"

"Understatement of the century!"

"-but you need to at least give her a chance."

"Really? This coming from the guy who flat-out refused to have anything to do with her and used the 'begone, thot' incantation on her in the school parking lot."

"Hey, she was trying to give me a lap pillow in public, Diaz, and I'm pretty sure that was justified." Comet really didn't want to mention that Tammy did it to show off her legs. "And yes, I'm well aware of how indecisive I am regarding Tammy," he continued. "But that's because I've known her for a lot longer than you have, and underneath all the anger issues, she can be a nice person. And maybe you can help her be that more often."

Marcia thought about what Comet said...and then she thought about all of her interactions with Tammy. How she looked ready to skewer her when they first met. Or threatened to flay her alive at the Blood Moon Ball. Or how pissed off she looked when she thought Marcia slept with Comet and looked ready to kill her, bring her back to life, and then kill her again.

Yeah, she wasn't buying it. But her devotion to her idol, Mackie Hand, outweighed her distrust of the Demon Princess. She hoped, at least.

Whatever chance that Marcia had to continue weighing her options was unceremoniously yanked out from under her by the sound of the doorbell ringing. Groaning, Marcia realized that the hour of judgment was now upon her. Sighing as she got to her feet, she made her way to the door as Comet continued to lay on the ground. Sure enough, when she opened it, there stood Tammy Lucitor. Looking as sus as ever.

"Hey there, Marcia," Tammy said with a smile and wave that looked way too forced for Marcia to believe. "Are you ready for a girl's night out?"

"I guess so," Marcia said, trying to sound polite. Which was kind of hard considering what Tammy had done to her.

Tammy seemed to pay this no mind, though. "That's the spirit," she said. "Well, what are we waiting for? Let's get a move on to the movie theater!" With a dramatic flourish, Tammy then gestured to the same, Victorian carriage that brought her to Echo Creek Academy, now parked in front of her house.

"One sec," Marcia said as she held up a finger before looking back inside. "Comet, tell my parents where I'm going so that they don't worry. And if I'm not back by midnight, you know what to do."

"Send out the Flying Monkeys, got it," Comet said, nodding his head. "Don't worry about me. I'm sure the feeling in my limbs will come back soon."

Taking that as her signal to leave, Marcia then walked out the door, leaving Comet alone with his thoughts.

"Huh. Still can't move my body yet. Oh, well, I'm sure the pins and needles will kick in soon." For now, Comet was content to sit on the floor and contemplate the bigger questions in life, like could he get away with making his own pet dinosaur? Why did 4Kids think censoring One Piece so much was a good idea? Or, why were the laser puppies currently licking him all over?

"Wait, wha-?"

Sure enough, the laser puppies came into the living room and, seeing Comet lying on the ground, thought this meant it was playtime. So, they started yapping and barking at him and licking him all over, and it tickled. A LOT.

Comet found himself enduring the cutest torture in all of history for the next several minutes as he nearly passed out from laughing so much.


"So, let me give you the grand tour," Tammy said as she ushered Marcia into the carriage. The very first thing that Marcia noted was that it was bigger on the inside than it was on the outside. Like, at least two-three times as big. The whole thing was giving Marcia some serious Doctor Who vibes.

"Now, I've got six flat-screen TVs," Tammy pointed to a wall with half-a-dozen TVs merged to create a single screen. "I've also got a photo booth, karaoke machine, fully-stocked minifridge, cereal bar, and a lounge."

Marcia had to admit, for a carriage, this thing had a pretty sweet setup. As impressed as she was, though, she didn't want to admit it to Tammy. She had no idea why-okay, scratch that, she did know why she felt overly cautious about all of this. The crazy girl tried to kill her and emotionally manipulated Comet to the point that it nearly destroyed the guy's self-worth! Ergo, no satisfaction would be given. Although, Marcia couldn't help but wonder about one thing-

"Why is there a white tiger in here?" Off to the side, a white Bengal tiger was lying lazily on the carriage floor, licking its paws as it briefly raised its head to look at them.

"Oh, don't worry about that. It won't hurt us," Tammy said as she brought the Human girl into the main lounge, wherein sat two beanbag chairs. "So, can I get you anything? Cereal, soda, beer, wine-"

"Wait, you have alcohol in here?"

"Why? Is that a problem?"

"Yes, it is a problem! We're fourteen!"

Tammy wasn't following. "And your point?"

Marcia mentally facepalmed, remembering that there was no legal age for drinking, unlike on Earth. "Alright, look: I don't know the rules in the Underworld, but on Earth, you can't drink until you're over 21."

"21?!" Tammy gasped. "How do you people live with yourselves?!"

"Pretty fine, to be honest," Marcia deadpanned. "And don't think that that little outburst is going to get you off the hook," she said, trying to steer the conversation in the direction she wanted.

"Off the hook? For what?" Tammy asked, seemingly clueless.

"You know what I'm talking about, Tammy," Marcia said, practically spitting the Demon's last name out like a curse. "The last time you saw me, you were ready to put my head on a pike!"

"But I didn't," Tammy tried to argue. "And I let you go!"

"That still didn't make kidnapping me and messing with Comet right. And now you're suddenly acting all nice to me? No way," Marcia shook her head, not buying any of this. "What's this all about?"

Tammy began to sweat a little, "I-I-um-w-w-well, I'm just a big fan of Mackie Hand, that's all."

Yeah, I'm calling cap on this. "Really? Then what's your favorite Mackie Hand movie?"

"Um..."

"When is Mackie Hand's birthday? What movie did he die in while filming?" Marcia wasn't normally one to go all fangirl like Alfonso and Ferguson, but she'd make an exception when it came to Mackie Hand.

"Um, uh..." Tammy couldn't come up with an answer, and that was all the answers that Marcia needed.

"I knew it," Marcia said, her voice filled with disdain. "You don't know the first thing about Mackie Hand, kung fu, or anything I like. This is just another dumb plan to get back in with Comet." The fact that Tammy looked away from Marcia and to the carriage floor confirmed that the latter was right on the money. Frustrated with herself for being talked into this, Marcia headed for the carriage door. "I'm out. Just let me off at the next stoplight, and I'll make my way to the theater by myself."

"No, wait!" Tammy cried out. "This isn't what it looks like, I swear!"

"That's what they all say," Marcia cynically replied as she made to open the carriage door...only to stop when she realized that they were in the middle of a crowded southern California street in the evening. Or, in a layman's terms, the traffic wouldn't let her leave even if she wanted to.

Perfect. Well, at least things can't get any worse.

"Hey there, little lady."

And just like that, things got worse. Sitting right next to their carriage was an open-aired convertible carrying two teenage boys that looked a few years older than her inside. And right now, they were doing guys everywhere a disservice by letting their hormones and the brain below the belt do the talking for them.

"What's a pretty girl like you doing in a place like this?" asked the boy behind the wheel. Marcia had to fight the urge to scoff as he pulled down his glasses and winked at her. Why guys thought that would work on girls, she had no idea.

Marcia never had as many boys try to flirt with her. Heck, sometimes, she felt like she had the worst luck with boys since one of her admirers was a budding sociopath that wouldn't take a hint, and the other was a snobby noble who looked at her like some kind of conquest. That, and she couldn't get Jackson to see her like that. Still, she had enough experience with getting hit to know what to do. There were times when she had to play along and turn them down gently and times when the direct approach was the best option. Deciding to humor them a little, Marcia batted her eyelashes and gave a nice smile. "Oh, you know, just driving out on the town, trying to have some fun. You?"

"Well, right now, we're wondering why a sweet thing like you is hanging out in that junker. Where'd you get it? At a funeral home?"

"Yeah," the other guy asked. "You gonna go pick up your boyfriend's dead grandpa and hold a respectful service for him?"

Oh, brother, that wasn't even a good joke. That pretty much settled it; it was time to get rid of these two. That's when fate decided to make things worse for her, as she heard the footsteps of Tammy marching her way to the window. And she could tell that she wasn't happy.

"What did you just say?" Tammy demanded to know, much to Marcia's concern, a look of irritation on her face. On the other hand, the guys had a very different reaction, acting like Yakko and Wakko had leaped out of the Animaniacs.

"HELLO, NURSE!" Somehow, they even got the doggy faces down, but that didn't really matter to Marcia, who was more than a little irked that they acted like this the second they saw Tammy.

So she's got a better figure and is a little bigger in the chest department. Not everything's about being big! Marcia tried to reassure herself as she felt her insecurities about her body flare up.

Tammy, though, had the opposite problem. She was used to guys hitting on her. After all, at fourteen years old, she had the body of a supermodel. None of that mattered to her, though, as these guys weren't Comet, and thus insignificant to her, and more importantly-

"Did you just call my sweet ride a junker?" She was pretty upset about that.

"No offense, gorgeous, but why's a sexy thing like you riding around in something out of Downton Abbey," one of the guys said.

"Yeah, dollface. Girls like you deserve to have a sweet ride like ours."

Oh, boy, Marcia thought to herself as she glanced towards Tammy. , These idiots have no idea who they're messing with. Sure enough, the Demon Princess of the Underworld looked like she was about blow her stack, which would be bad for everyone present!

Or would it?

Marcia mentally froze as that thought went through her head. She was tempted to let Tammy snap and tear those wannabe casanovas a new one for a second. If she did that, then Comet would find out, tell Tammy to never come back, and that would be it. Marcia would be free from this crazy girl for the rest of her days! Except.

Dang it. I can't do it. I'm the one who told Comet all that stuff about giving people second chances, and if I don't stand by what I say, then I'll never be able to live with myself. With that thought in mind, Marcia quickly came up with a plan.

"Sorry, boys," Marcia said as she put on her most charming smile, "but we only ride with the fastest." Marcia made extra sure to bat her eyelashes for added effect.

While Tammy looked at Marcia like she was crazy, the boys fell for her ploy hook, line, and sinker.

"Oh, come on, beautiful." One of the boys replied. "I'm sure that our wheels are way faster than what you're going in.

"How about you prove it, then?" Marcia told him. "Race us to the next light. If you win, then we'll consider ditching this thing and having some fun with you guys," she winked, trying to mimic the look that she saw girls do in anime to entice boys. "I can understand if you don't want to, though. After all, this baby's pretty intimidating."

By this point, Tammy finally snapped out of her stupor as she got this devious smirk on her face. "Yeah, dude. Unless you guys think you can't handle all this," she said as she gestured to her flawless body.

"Oh, dude." One guy said to the other

"Dude."

"Yeah, dude." They were communicating on the most primal levels, motivated by their hormones and male urgers.

"You're on!" They both yelled simultaneously. As soon as the light turned green, they floored it and sped down the street.

"Grr... I'll show those losers not to mess with me!" Tammy growled as she made for...whatever made the carriage go faster, only for Marcia to put a reassuring hand on her shoulder.

"Wait for it," Marcia said with a smirk on her face. Tammy just looked at her in confusion before she followed her line of sight and smiled.

If those two boys had been paying attention to their surroundings instead of what was going on in their pants, then they'd have noticed the cop car parked to the side. The police in Echo Creek knew where people liked to break the speed limits and regularly put their people there, in plain view, to remind citizens why it's not a good idea to speed. Right on cue, the officer turned on their sirens, followed by a flash of red and blue lights as they pulled up on the dumbass teens.

"Those morons are going to jail," Marcia smirked, and for once, Tammy joined her.

Tammy's carriage then trotted at a leisurely pace past the cop car and their two unfortunate admirers, flashing an innocent look on their faces, Bambi eyes and all. Tammy even used her fire to give them both halos for the heck of it.

Once they had put enough distance between them and the wannabe wooers, they went back inside the carriage and laughed their butts off over what they had just pulled.

"Hahaahahaha! Oh my gosh, that was amazing!" Tammy roared with laughter.

"Did you see the look on their stupid faces when we were going past them?" Marcia agreed. "They were all like, 'bruh, I think we just got played.' It was amazing!"

"Oh yeah! That was way more fun than just obliterating them!"

"It's like I tell my friends, Tammy: those who let themselves be ruled by their emotions get destroyed by them," Marcia sagely explained. "Man, this is just like my favorite song, 'Awesome Feeling.' Awesome feeling," Marcia began to smile as she hummed the song.

"Wait, wait, wait. Isn't that a song by Love Sentence?" Tammy asked all hints of amusement gone.

"Yeah. They're my favorite boy band. Why?"

Tammy then got this serious look on her face as she motioned for Marcia to follow her. "Come with me."

Marcia was confused but nonetheless decided to follow Tammy's lead. What was the worst that could happen at that point? Tammy took her to a back corner of the carriage where a large curtain kept something obscured from view. Tammy pulled back the curtains...and Marcia's eyes almost bulged out of their sockets from what she saw.

"No way..."

Behind the curtain was what could only be described as a shrine dedicated to Love Sentence. Merchandise, photo's of the band members, a replica of Justin Tower's guitar, and in the center of it all was-

"No way," Marcia gasped. "You have a signed picture of you and Justin Towers?!" Somehow, defying all logic, there was a framed picture of Tammy, wearing an oversized Love Sentence shirt over her regular attire, taking a selfie with Justin Towers.

"It gets cooler," Tammy smirked. "I also have a vintage five-disc CD player with automatic shuffle," Tammy proudly said as she hit the play button on the disc player.

What happened next was pretty much a blur to Marcia.

Star vs. the Forces of Evil OST - Awesome Feeling (Extended Cut)- /YuIuPE59E4I

The next thing that Marcia knew, she and Tammy were riding on the back of the white tiger as it ran around the carriage's interior like a bull at a rodeo. Then Tammy goaded Marcia into pouring cereal from the bar directly into her mouth and using soda to wash it down, which was something that Marcia knew her parent's wouldn't approve of. But who cares? The sugar buzz that she got from it was worth it, and wasn't making potentially dumb choices part of being a teenager?

Tammy did try to trick Marcia into drinking wine, but even while high on sugar, the human girl was too observant to let that happen...is what you'd think she'd do! Rather than letting it go down her throat, Marcia held it in her mouth and then spat it out while Tammy used her firebending to set it ablaze. It was like she was actually breathing fire!

Luckily, the carriage magically designed so that anything inside of it would be fire-proof.

After that, the two girls just kept dancing, doing karaoke, trying on each other's clothes, and using the photo booth Tammy had to take pictures of themselves, plus the white tiger. Before long, any animosity between the two girls had long since evaporated as the day gave way to night and the carriage continued along its route to the movie theater.

(End Music)

*Back in Jay's Workspace, Jay's looking at his phone with an annoyed expression on his face that quickly relaxes.*

Jay: It's alright, Jay. You told them to take the whole month off. Can't expect them to come back just like that. I mean, I can make them with my powers, but I'm not a jerk. Speaking of which...

*Jay then looks at the readers.*

So, I think I owe you all an explanation about where I've been. Well, I'm not going to tell you exactly where I've been, because that would be weird, and eliminate the purpose of using an alias online. What I will say, though, is that there are two reasons why I put this series on pause. Firstly, I was starting to suffer from burnout. I kept looking at my series and thinking, "I have how much more to go through? Can I really pull this off?" And before long, I started procrastinating and coming up with reasons to avoid writing. So, I realized that if I didn't take a break, my writing would suffer, which is not what the readers deserve. Or what I expect from myself. So, I decided to take a break for a month. Meant to get some more of this done in that time, but what can you do?

Secondly, I wanted to focus my attention on Amphibia. That show means so much to me. When Star vs. ended, Amphibia came out less than a month later, and it turned into my new favorite cartoon. It helped me get over the end of Star vs., really. And when 2020 was the worst, Amphibia was one of the things that kept me from going crazy in lockdown. So, I wanted to give it the attention it deserved. Heck, I even tried writing my own genderbent fanfic for it, "Teen Boy in a Frog World," but I realized I didn't have the time to do so. Plus, I felt that Amphibia was already good enough. So, that inspired me to get back to Comet. But I do plan on getting a one-shot story out for the 3rd anniversary of Amphibia later this month.

So, yeah. I'm back. And so are

READER'S REVIEWS (And there are a lot.)

LockAndKey989-The Hydra Quest was building up to Jonah, giving Tammy a badly needed wake-up call. That was the whole point, really. Also, Jonah ain't posting shit on the Internet. Even he wouldn't put up photos of naked girls against their will.

NightAroma-I'm glad Jonah's "Reason you suck" speech hit you like that. And yeah you can start shipping them. No, the Hydra and Septarians aren't related; you're overthinking things. And I'm not skipping; I'm rearranging. And yeah, I'm sorry I deleted my other fanfic.

Also, I have never heard of that song.

Guest 1-Thanks. The Skywalker Saga was amazing. The game. I still don't like the Sequels and won't until Disney brings back the Jedi.

Guest 2-Thanks!

The Wandering Hippie- Oh my God, I thought I was the only one to think of that for the Hydra! And Jonah's demeanor is partially an act. Like, 40% an act. And don't worry about Tammy. I won't give her a double blow.

Gorg-By the show's end, Janna was in my top four favorite characters, so I want to give Jonah more time. And he's going to have a big role in the future as he starts his own path to greatness.

Coreytuck3-the heck is that supposed to be? And maybe.

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See you guys next week! Now, I have a convention to go to, so I need to grab things that need signing.