Joanna Riggs woke up to a breezy summer day in June, the kind of weather that could instantly lift spirits. She arrived at Beech Hill Museum to find the staff and visitors in particularly high spirits. As she entered, she saw Henrik van der Hune, Veronica Lodge, Emily Cooper, Topper Thornton, JJ Maybank, Jordan Baker, and Bess Marvin all chatting animatedly with guests. Even Pierson Henderson, the museum's usually stoic Operations Manager, seemed unusually cheerful.

"Good morning, Joanna!" Pierson greeted her with a wide smile. "Can you believe this weather? It's like the universe decided to give us all a mood boost."

Joanna laughed. "It's breezy as fuck out there! It's like a wind chime's dream come true."

Pierson chuckled. "I love your idiomatic way of putting things. Here, I brought you something to celebrate the weather."

He handed her a Unicorn Frappuccino. Joanna eyed it curiously. "What's inside this thing? I've never tried one before."

Pierson grinned. "It's a magical blend of blue and pink syrup with mango syrup, topped with whipped cream and a sprinkle of unicorn dust. Trust me, it's a taste of happiness."

Joanna took a sip and her eyes widened. "Whoa, that's a sugar rush in a cup! But I like it."

"I'm glad you do," Pierson said, pleased. "Oh, did you hear about the slumber summer party for the girl scouts tonight? Beech Hill is hosting it."

Joanna's eyes lit up. "A slumber party for girl scouts? That's fantastic! I didn't know we were hosting one."

"Would you like to host it?" Pierson asked. "I think you'd be great at it."

"Absolutely, I'd love to," Joanna replied enthusiastically. "I'll make sure it's a night they won't forget."

With a spring in her step, Joanna went back to her office to get to work. She had barely settled into her curating tasks when the phone rang. It was Henrik.

"Hey, Joanna. I'm finalizing the documentation for the Mayan hieroglyphs from Iximché before we ship the artifact back to Guatemala. I need your approval on the final details."

"Sure thing, Henrik. Bring the papers to my office and I'll take a look," Joanna replied.

Henrik arrived shortly after with the documents. As they reviewed them together, Joanna's phone buzzed again. This time, it was Pierson with a list of supplies needed for the girl scouts' slumber party.

"Looks like I've got a busy day ahead," Joanna said, signing off on the hieroglyphs. "But it's all good stuff."

"Busy, but fun," Henrik agreed. "The girls will love it. Do you need any help with the preparations?"

"Actually, yes," Joanna said. "Why don't you help set up the activity stations? We can have a hieroglyphs painting area, a storytelling corner about Mayan legends, and maybe even a mini excavation site."

"Sounds like a plan," Henrik said. "I'll get right on it."

As the day progressed, Joanna found herself juggling between finalizing the new exhibits and preparing for the slumber party. Veronica, Emily, Topper, JJ, Jordan, and Bess all pitched in, decorating the main hall with streamers and fairy lights, setting up sleeping bags, and arranging snacks.

By late afternoon, everything was ready. The museum buzzed with excitement as the girl scouts began to arrive, chattering and giggling in anticipation. Joanna, dressed in her Beech Hill polo, welcomed each of them with a warm smile.

"Welcome to Beech Hill, girls! We've got a magical night planned for you," she announced.

The evening kicked off with a storytelling session by Henrik, who captivated the girls with tales of ancient Mayan adventures. This was followed by a painting session where the girls got to recreate Mayan hieroglyphs under Veronica and Emily's guidance.

As the night wore on, Joanna took a moment to step back and observe. The museum was alive with laughter and joy, a stark contrast to the quiet, solemn atmosphere it usually held. She felt a deep sense of fulfillment.

Pierson walked over to her, carrying another Unicorn Frappuccino. "For the hostess with the mostess," he said with a grin.

Joanna laughed, taking the drink. "Thanks, Pierson. This has turned out to be an amazing day."

Just then, her phone buzzed. It was a text from William. "Thinking about you. Hope you're having a great night."

Joanna smiled, feeling a warmth that had nothing to do with the sugary drink. She replied quickly before turning back to Pierson. "You know, life can be pretty great sometimes."

"It sure can," Pierson agreed.

As the slumber party continued, Joanna felt a renewed sense of purpose. She had her work, her friends, and maybe even a second chance at love. The breezy day had indeed brought a wave of happiness that showed no signs of fading anytime soon.

The night at Beech Hill Museum was alive with the excited chatter and laughter of the Girl Scouts as they continued their slumber party. The museum had been transformed into a magical haven for the night, with activity stations, fairy lights, and sleeping bags scattered around the main exhibit hall. Joanna Riggs watched over the festivities with a contented smile, feeling proud of how everything had come together.

Suddenly, without warning, the museum was plunged into darkness. The lights flickered once and then went out completely, leaving everyone in pitch blackness. The girls' laughter turned into squeals of fear and confusion.

"What happened?" one of the Girl Scouts cried out.

Joanna quickly tried to calm them. "It's okay, everyone! Just stay where you are. We'll get the lights back on soon."

Henrik van der Hune, always the quick thinker, immediately speculated, "It could be a transformer issue. I'll check around the museum to see if I can find the problem."

As Henrik hurried off with a flashlight, Joanna, Pierson Henderson, Eva King, and the newly hired docents worked to reassure the girls. They handed out flashlights and glow sticks, creating little pockets of light amidst the darkness.

"It's just a temporary glitch," Pierson said with a smile. "We'll have it fixed in no time."

However, despite their efforts, the girls were still uneasy. The sudden blackout had left them frightened and on edge.

Topper Thornton, one of the newly hired docents, decided to take matters into his own hands. He clapped his hands loudly to get everyone's attention. "Alright, girls, let's do the Mayan hike! Follow me!"

Joanna, seeing Topper's antics, quickly tried to stop him. "Topper, this isn't the time for that! You're not helping."

But Topper, undeterred, led the girls in a procession, mimicking the steps of climbing a Mayan pyramid. Up and down, up and down they went. While some of the girls joined in, others were less than impressed.

"Why are we doing this?" one of the Girl Scouts asked, clearly puzzled.

Another girl, more vocal, chimed in, "This is boring. You're the worst, Topper!"

Topper tried to maintain a cheerful demeanor. "Come on, it's fun! We're walking like the ancient Mayans did!"

But the girls' grumbling continued, and it was clear that his plan wasn't working as intended.

Meanwhile, Henrik had returned, carrying an emergency lighting kit. He quickly got to work setting up temporary lights to illuminate the main exhibit hall. The soft glow of the emergency lights helped to calm the atmosphere somewhat.

Henrik glanced at Topper and the disgruntled girls. "Topper, what exactly are you doing?"

Topper looked sheepish. "I was just trying to keep them entertained until the lights came back on."

As the girls settled back into their sleeping bags, Joanna, Pierson, Eva, and the other docents gathered around Topper. Joanna spoke first. "Topper, I appreciate your enthusiasm, but leading a hike in the dark isn't the best idea. We need to make sure the girls feel safe and comfortable."

Topper nodded, looking genuinely remorseful. "I promise, Joanna, I won't do it again. I just wanted to help."

"We'll talk more about this later," Joanna said, her tone firm but understanding. "For now, let's focus on making sure the girls have a good night."

With the emergency lights providing a steady glow, the atmosphere in the museum began to return to its previous sense of fun and adventure. The girls, now reassured by the presence of their leaders and the restored light, gradually relaxed and started to enjoy the rest of their evening activities.

Henrik approached Joanna and gave her a reassuring pat on the shoulder. "We'll get through this, Joanna. It's just a small hiccup."

Joanna smiled gratefully. "Thanks, Henrik. And thank you for getting the lights sorted out."

Eva chimed in, "And thank you for keeping things interesting, Topper, even if it didn't go as planned."

Topper chuckled. "I guess I have a lot to learn about handling emergencies."

Joanna laughed. "Don't we all? But at least we made it through, and the girls are happy. That's what matters."

As the night went on, the museum slowly returned to normal. The Girl Scouts, tired but happy, eventually fell asleep in their sleeping bags. Joanna took a moment to step outside and breathe in the cool night air, reflecting on the night's events. It had been a challenge, but they had managed to keep the girls safe and entertained, even in the face of unexpected difficulties.

The next morning, as the sun rose and filled the museum with light once more, Joanna felt a sense of accomplishment. They had navigated a blackout during a slumber party and come out stronger for it. She knew there would be more challenges ahead, but with a team like hers, she felt ready to face anything.

And as she walked back into the museum to start a new day, she couldn't help but smile. Life at Beech Hill was always an adventure, and she wouldn't have it any other way.

The morning at Beech Hill Museum began with an unexpected continuation of the previous night's chaos. The Girl Scouts, waking up from their slumber party, found that the power was still out. The faint light of dawn filtering through the museum's windows did little to alleviate their anxiety.

"Why is the power still out?" a girl scout asked, rubbing her eyes.

"I thought it would be fixed by now," another chimed in, looking around nervously.

Joanna Riggs, ever the calming presence, gathered the girls around. "Everyone, please stay calm. We're working on getting the power back. It might take a bit longer than we thought."

Henrik van der Hune, Pierson Henderson, Eva King, and the newly hired docents, including Veronica Lodge, Emily Cooper, Topper Thornton, JJ Maybank, Jordan Baker, and Bess Marvin, were also on hand to reassure the girls. They answered questions about the time and tried to keep the mood light despite the lack of electricity.

Then, as if by magic, the lights flickered back on. The museum was bathed in the warm glow of artificial light, and the Girl Scouts erupted in cheers.

"Finally!" shouted one of the girls, her face lighting up with a big smile.

Joanna let out a sigh of relief but couldn't shake her curiosity about the cause of the blackout. "Henrik, why did the power go out in the first place? Do you think it was a transformer issue?"

Henrik shook his head. "No, it wasn't a transformer. It was something inside the museum."

Joanna's eyes widened. "You mean someone broke into the museum to shut off all the power?"

Eva King, frowning, speculated aloud. "Could it have been Taylor Sinclair? He was always up to no good."

Before they could ponder the matter further, a chilling howl echoed through the museum, followed by the appearance of a grotesque figure. The Girl Scouts screamed and clung to each other as the creature, a Huay Chivo, emerged from the shadows, moving menacingly towards them.

Joanna quickly assessed the situation, noticing peculiar details. The Huay Chivo appeared naked, and its movements seemed more comical than terrifying. The sound it made was clearly not authentic.

"Wait a minute," Joanna said, narrowing her eyes. "That's not a real Huay Chivo. It's someone dressed up as one."

Bess Marvin blurted out, "I didn't know Huay Chivo had a penis!"

Veronica Lodge, trying to maintain her composure, joked, "Do you think Sabrina Spellman would be into this guy?"

Joanna rolled her eyes. "Have either of you ever read the Mayan mythology about Huay Chivo?"

Before anyone could answer, the Huay Chivo pulled off its mask, revealing none other than Taylor Sinclair. He grinned at the shocked crowd. "Surprise!"

Joanna and Henrik exchanged exasperated glances. "Taylor, what on earth are you doing?"

Taylor shrugged nonchalantly. "Who was Huay Chivo anyway?"

Joanna, her patience wearing thin, snapped, "You, Taylor! You are Huay Chivo right now!"

Henrik added, "Why did you shut off the power and terrorize the Girl Scouts?"

Taylor smirked. "I wanted to have a little fun. Plus, it's a great way to teach the girls some Mayan mythology, don't you think?"

Joanna's face turned stern. "How are you even out of jail?"

Taylor waved his hand dismissively. "Good behavior. Anyway, I brought some cookies from Oaxaca for everyone." He held up a box, grinning mischievously.

Joanna raised an eyebrow. "You mean to tell us that you caused all this chaos and now you're trying to bribe us with cookies?"

Taylor laughed. "Well, these Oaxaca cookies came from my... um... special stash." He smirked, adding, "Right from my butt."

The Girl Scouts, along with the staff, gasped in horror and disgust.

Joanna, her patience completely exhausted, snapped, "No one wants cookies from your butt, Taylor! I'm calling museum security."

Taylor, trying to backpedal, chuckled nervously. "It's just a joke! Come on, lighten up."

But the staff and the Girl Scouts weren't buying it. Joanna picked up the phone and called the museum security. Taylor's smirk faded as the seriousness of the situation dawned on him.

Within moments, security arrived and forcibly escorted Taylor out of the museum. As he was led away, he shouted, "This isn't over yet!"

Joanna, watching Taylor disappear from sight, let out a long breath. She turned to the Girl Scouts and staff, managing a weary smile. "Well, that was an adventure. Let's hope the rest of the day is a bit more normal."

Henrik, standing beside her, chuckled. "With Taylor Sinclair around, normal is a distant dream."

Eva King grinned. "But hey, at least the lights are back on. Now, who's up for some real breakfast?"

As the group moved towards the museum's café, the Girl Scouts chattered excitedly about the night's events. Joanna couldn't help but smile, despite the chaos.

As the morning sunlight filtered through the windows of the Chichen Café, the Girl Scouts happily enjoyed their breakfast. The café bustled with energy as the girls chattered excitedly, savoring the Mayan brownies and Mayan-style fish tacos that Joanna had recommended to one of the newly hired docents, Emily Cooper.

Joanna Riggs, feeling a mix of relief and residual stress from the previous night's events, pulled Topper Thornton aside. "Topper, we need to talk about last night."

Topper, looking slightly apprehensive, nodded. "Sure, Joanna. What's up?"

Joanna's tone was firm but not unkind. "You tried to cheer up the Girl Scouts by leading them up and down the steps of the Mayan pyramid. Do you realize how that looked? It wasn't the right way to handle the situation."

Topper rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. "I know, I know. I thought it would distract them and make it fun, but it just made things worse. They were bored and started complaining."

Joanna sighed. "In the future, if something like this happens, come to me or another senior staff member. We have protocols for these situations. You can't just improvise and hope for the best. Consider this a warning."

Topper nodded earnestly. "I promise, Joanna. I'll come to you next time."

Satisfied with the conversation, Joanna and Topper returned to the table where the other newly hired docents, Bess Marvin, Jordan Baker, Veronica Lodge, and Emily Cooper, were finishing their breakfast.

Bess, unable to let go of last night's bizarre events, asked, "So, can someone explain why Huay Chivo has a penis? Is that a thing?"

Jordan, attempting to be the voice of reason, replied, "It's not a thing, Bess. That was just Taylor being a weirdo."

Jordan then picked up an Oaxaca cookie, eyeing it warily. "I can't eat this after what Taylor said about it coming from his butt hole. That's just gross. It could be covered with... ugh."

Joanna quickly intervened, "Enough, you two. Let's focus on finishing breakfast."

Jordan turned to Veronica and Emily, offering the cookie. "Veronica, want a Oaxaca cookie?"

Veronica wrinkled her nose. "No, thanks."

Jordan tried again with Emily. "Emily, how about you?"

Emily shook her head, laughing. "No way. Especially not after Taylor's gross joke."

Trying to lighten the mood, Emily quipped, "But seriously, why does the Huay Chivo look sexy when naked? It's weird."

Jordan, catching onto the banter, replied, "Maybe it's just Taylor's version of a 'sexy' Huay Chivo."

Joanna, feeling her patience thin, interrupted, "Alright, enough about the Huay Chivo. Either eat the cookie or throw it away, Jordan."

With the breakfast winding down, the staff and the Girl Scouts tidied up. The girls, still buzzing with excitement from their adventurous night, lined up at the exit. Joanna, Henrik van der Hune, Pierson Henderson, Eva King, and the newly hired docents gathered to bid them farewell.

"Thank you for coming to Beech Hill!" Joanna called out, waving to the departing scouts. "We hope you had an unforgettable night!"

The Girl Scouts cheered and waved back, their faces beaming with smiles as they left the museum.

As the last scout disappeared from view, Joanna turned to her colleagues. "Well, that was quite the adventure. Let's get back to work and make sure everything's in order."

Henrik, always the pragmatist, nodded. "Indeed. There's still much to do."

Eva added with a grin, "And let's hope we can avoid any more unexpected visitors or blackouts."

Pierson chuckled. "Agreed. But hey, at least we handled it together."

Joanna smiled at her team, feeling a renewed sense of camaraderie. "Absolutely. Now, let's make this a great day at Beech Hill."

With that, they returned to their respective duties, ready to tackle whatever the day might bring, knowing that together they could handle anything—even a naked Huay Chivo impersonator like Taylor Sinclair.