This one's shorter than my average chapter, probably because this episode wasn't as fun to write up as others will be down the line. It's all right, but I definitely would not put it in my Top 10 favorite episodes and there are definitely better Libby-centered episodes, one of which I should be writing very soon.

The song, though? Definitely in my top 10. I just love how it sounds and I enjoyed adding my own little flare of uniqueness to it with the lyrics I wrote. Hopefully, this one is at least funny to some people.

Let's do this...

Stretch, Stinkie, & Fatso: Muahahahahahaaaa!

Molly: Can't believe you're all mine

Fatso: Uh, what?

Molly: You and me for all time

Stretch: No way!

Molly: I'm never, ever, EVER gonna be alone again

Stinkie: This stinks!

Molly: It's just you three and me

Fatso: For all eternity?!

Molly: For all ETERNITY!

Stretch, Stinkie, & Fatso: NOOOO!

Molly & Ghostly Trio: It's the Ghost-Ghostly Trio and Molly McGee

Fatso: We've been cursed!

Stinkie: It's the worst!

Molly: Now you're stuck with me

Molly & Ghostly Trio: We're never gonna be apart

Stretch: Is there a way to hit 'restart'?

Molly: Nope!

Molly & Ghostly Trio: We're the Ghost-Ghostly Trio and Molly McGee

Molly: That's me!

Stinkie: Well, that's she. Hee, hee, hee!

Molly & Ghostly Trio: Ghostly Trio and Molly McGee!

Fatso: Oh yeah!

Chapter 11

A Batty Bat Mitzvah

Molly McGee was at school one day, reading a comic book before class started. When all of a sudden, an envelope was placed inside the book by her best friend, Libby Stein-Torres.

Molly gasped excitedly. "Sweet baby corn! An invitation? I love invitations!"

"Go ahead! Open it!" Libby encouraged.

Molly opened the envelope, which had a turtle sticker on the front (Libby's favorite animal), and took out the invitation proper. It read: "Please join as Libby Stein-Torres is called to the Torah as a Bat Mitzvah!"

The Ghostly Trio, having shrunk to the size of dolls, sat on Molly's shoulder to read the letter for themselves.

"What's it say? What's it say?" Fatso put on a pair of reading glasses.

"I dunno." Stinkie shrugged. "But from where I'm sittin', it looks like it says: 'Bad mozzarella.'"

"Nah, there's not enough letters for that." Fatso insisted. "It clearly says: 'Fat matzah.' Like those delicious balls of bread that float around in soup." he licked his lips.

"You boneless boneheads!" Stretch reprimanded. "It says 'bat mitzvah'!" he then transformed into a bat.

Molly smirked at him. "Um, I believe it's pronounced baat mitzvah."

"That's correct, Molly." Libby confirmed.

"Ohh…so it's a sheep thing." Fatso transformed into a sheep and bleated. "Baaah!"

"Someone get me a pair of shears…" Stretch growled.

Libby continued. "For the past few months, I've been studying Hebrew, practicing my Torah portion, and trying on dresses which have given me stress hives and contact hives!"

The long-haired girl pulled up her sleeve, showing that her arm was completely covered in disgusting, red bumps. Molly and the Trio shuddered.

"But it'll all be worth it." Libby covered her arm up. "Because while I am a girl today, on Saturday, I shall become…" she flipped her hair. "...a woman!"

Stretch became a bat once more. "Sure, but where do the bats come in?"

"Or the rotten cheese?" Stinkie added.

"Or the soup dumplings?" Fatso wondered.

Molly's only response to this was to grab her comic and squash the Trio between the pages.

Later, at home, Molly wasted no time doing research on bat mitzvahs. She looked up some videos on MeTube and every single one she found depicted the most enormous, extravagant celebrations. She tapped on one that showed a girl lighting a cake with firework candles.

"Sweet baby corn, these bat mitzvah parties are insane!"

Molly held out her tablet to the Trio so they could watch as well.

"Whoa! Is that an ice volcano with hot fudge lava?" Stretch observed.

"Hey, check out that fondue table!" Stinkie noted.

"And is that Atomic Pink?" Fatso squealed.

Molly put down her tablet and grabbed the Trio by their cheeks. "You guys…this is bigger than I thought. It's bigger than a wedding! Or a sweet sixteen! Or even our curse-aversary!"

"Hold up!" Stretch pushed Molly off. "Curse-aversary? As in, the day we cursed ourselves to get stuck with you forever?"

"Yup!" Molly nodded. "Pretty soon, we'll have reached the 3-month mark!"

"Uh…just how long have you been celebratin' that particular day?" Stinkie asked uncomfortably.

Molly hugged them all. "Since the day you moved in."

Fatso shivered. "And they say us ghosts are creepy!"

Molly squeezed the three ghosts tightly. "I'm so excited! If those people on MeTube went all out for their parties, just imagine what Libby's is going to be like!"

Molly: It's my best friend's bat mitzvah

A magical Jewish soiree

It's my best friend's bat mitzvah

You guys? Prepare to be blown away!

"I can see the mashed potato bar now!" Fatso hoped.

Molly: Sparkling ball gowns and gold limousines

Libby-themed decorations

Stretch: There'll be vampire bats on the ceiling

Stinkie: And cheeses with strong emanations

Fatso: Endless buffets

Molly: Trapeze displays

All: We're showered with gifts as we dance

Fatso: They'll have fountains of not only chocolate

But also ketchup, gravy, and ranch!

Stinkie: And cheese!

All: At my best friend's bat mitzvah

Molly: Celebrity DJs play

All: At my best friend's bat mitzvah

Stretch: It'll frighten those fleshies away! Heh, heh!

All: It's my best friend's bat mitzvah

Molly: So beautiful you'll shed a tear

She's telling the world

She's no longer a girl

All: Her womanhood is almost here!

But when Molly and the Trio arrived at the party on Saturday, they were shocked to learn it was nothing at all like they imagined. They had just gotten done with Libby's synagogue and were about to regroup with the other guests in the "party room." But instead of elaborate decorations, mountains of food, and DJs, there was a table set up with basic snacks and punch, a tiny swimming pool, and turtle-shaped balloons. Hardly anyone was even there.

"Well, this makes me wanna shed a tear, all right." Stretch claimed. "But not 'cause it's beautiful."

"Molly!" Libby hugged Molly from behind. "Thanks for coming to synagogue! How was I, honestly? Did I look too nervous? Did I look like a woman?"

"Oh yeah!" Molly told her. "You rocked that Torah portion! To tell you the truth, I didn't understand a word of it, but you were great! So, when's everyone else supposed to get here?"

"What do you mean? Everyone's already here!"

Libby held out a notebook with a guest list written on the top page. She crossed out Molly's name, which was literally the only name written down. Molly was confused.

"But…what about all the kids from school? Or the Wilder Scouts? Or the Lemmings?"

Libby's face became somewhat frightened upon hearing Molly suggest this. She then smiled again.

"Oh, it's okay. All I need is you, Rabbi Katz, and my fam! Speaking of which, let me introduce you!"

Libby led her best friend over to a table to meet the rest of the Stein-Torres family.

"You already know my mom, of course."

Ms. Stein-Torres was in the middle of blowing up more turtle balloons.

"That's Uncle Ted, Aunt Meg, and my cousins, Joshua and Gordy." she referred to a man flicking a folded-up napkin at a woman, who was holding a toddler playing with a toy car. "Huh. Wait a minute…where's Gordy?"

To the girls' horror, a small boy popped out of a potted plant beside them.

"Enchante, m'lady." he greeted Molly flirtatiously. "Don't worry. I may look young now, but in exactly 97 weeks, I'll be a man."

Molly only gagged.

"Get out of here, Gordy!" Libby ordered.

Gordy grumped and walked off while the Trio just glared at him, envious that the kid was able to scare Molly better than they ever could.

"Show-off." Fatso commented.

Molly then went over to the table and picked up a turtle plate.

"Well…you sure went all out with the turtles."

Libby lifted up her own pet turtle, Simon.

"Yeah, that's my theme. I envy turtles and how they can curl their soft, vulnerable bodies into their hard shells, where none of life's sharp edges can harm them." she sighed, hiding her face in her turtleneck sweater. "What a life…"

"But…but Libby," Molly tried, reaching into her BFF's shirt and pulling out her head. "This is your special day! You deserve a fountain, a DJ, and a celebrity chef!"

"Well, that stuff does sound nice," Libby admitted. "But I'm just happy you're here. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to prep the turtles for the turtle races. But after that, you and me? We are going to party into the night!"

Libby spun herself and Simon around until she was out of the room.

"Hmph," Stretch grumbled. "Oh please. This party is movin' slower than those turtles of hers."

"Yeah, it stinks worse than rotten limburger, which I'm still upset they don't have!" Stinkie complained.

"I'd go so far as to say this shindig is deader than us!" Fatso joked. "And that's sayin' something!"

Molly shook her head disapprovingly. "You know, when you guys said you'd be more honest from now on, that's not really what I was hoping for. But, as much as I hate to admit it, you're all right. There must be a reason Libby didn't make this party as epic as it could be."

Suddenly, Ms. Stein-Torres walked by talking with Libby's aunt, Meg. The former was carrying a box of old toys.

"We're scraping by." Ms. Stein-Torres said. "But books just aren't selling like they used to."

Meg sighed. "We're living in a digital age."

"Right? Those E-books are e-killing us!"

Molly gasped. "Did you guys hear that?"

"Nope." Stretch answered. "The only time we listen is when we hear our names."

"Especially when you say them, 'cause ya know…the curse and everything." Stinkie added.

Fatso didn't say anything, his mouth full of pretzels from the snack table.

"Libby's mom's book store is struggling!" Molly informed them.

"I ain't surprised. Nobody reads books anymore." Stretch noted.

"Yeah, why would they when they got all the stories they can read right here?" Stinkie pointed out.

"Hint, hint!" Fatso winked.

"No wonder Libby didn't go big on her big day." Molly concluded. "She's settling and sacrificing and making do! Well, I'm making don't! Libby's a shining star, so I'm gonna give her the bat mitzvah she deserves!"

Stretch snatched Molly's phone. "Great idea, Moll! And I know just how to do it! How many bats do ya want? Two hundred? Four hundred? Eh, to heck with it, it's Libby's special day. One thousand it is!"

Stinkie swiped the phone. "Ooh! And how about we order a thousand pounds of camembert while we're at it?!"

Fatso took it next. "Yeah! And a whole flock of sheep!"

Molly retrieved her phone. "No! No bats! No stinky cheeses! And definitely no sheep!"

Fatso scratched his chin. "What about matzah balls?"

Molly paused. "…Well, actually those are technically Jewish, so I guess those would be fine."

"Yes!" Fatso fist-pumped.

"Hey, everyone!" Ms. Stein-Torres called from another room. "I need some help with the cake over here!"

Immediately, Libby and her family rushed in to help, leaving Molly and the Trio to do some redecorating. Fortunately for them, Molly always carried a box of emergency party supplies with her in case of such a situation. In just a few minutes, they lined up the walls with electric lights, put vases and lit candles on every table, and with the help of the Trio's ghost magic, pushed the tables and chairs closer together to make plenty of space to dance. Finally, Stretch arranged a string of lights into the shape of Libby's name and spread it across the stage in the middle of the room. When that was done, Molly switched the lights on and they glowed a beautiful, fluorescent pink color.

"Ooh…" Molly said with awe, while wearing sunglasses.

"Hey, not bad!" Stretch observed. "But it still needs one final touch."

The tall ghost disappeared and reappeared with a box labeled 'Bats.' He opened the lid allowing a few of the bird-like mammals to escape.

"Fly, my pretties!" Stretch cackled.

"No!"

Molly took away the box and stuffed the escaping bats back inside. She then tossed the bats into a nearby closet and slammed the door.

"Cheese cannon comin' through!" Stinkie called.

"No, no, no!"

Molly stuffed a huge cork into the cannon Stinkie was rolling in and threw that in the closet as well.

"Excuse me, miss?" a finger tapped her on the shoulder.

Molly looked up and was bewildered to see Fatso dressed as Little Bo Peep.

"I seem to have lost my sheep. Will you help me find them?"

"Baaa! Baaa!"

An entire flock of sheep made their way in.

"Oh. Never mind."

"No, no, no, no, NO!"

Molly pushed all of the sheep into the closet, completely exhausted by the time she finished.

"Did you guys not hear me the first time?! I said: no bats, no stinky cheeses, and no sheep! Weren't you listening?!"

Stretch smirked. "Well, technically, ya didn't say our names when ya said that, so…no! We weren't listenin'!"

"Fine then! Stretch? Stinkie? Fatso? This is the most important day of Libby's life and you three are not going to ruin it! Got it now?" she pointed at her eyes and then back at the Trio in an "I'm watching you" motion.

Just then, Sharon and Pete entered.

"Molly?" Sharon held out her phone. "Did you hire me with Gig Pig?"

Molly wasted no time shoving a chainsaw and safety goggles in her mother's hands.

"Yes! We need an ice volcano, stat! And you're the best, and only, artist I know!"

Sharon put on the safety goggles. "I'm on it…"

She revved up the chainsaw and started going to town on a giant block of ice.

"Dad?" Molly pushed Pete toward a turntable. "You'll be the DJ. But no smooth jazz, all right?"

Pete strapped on a pair of headphones. "I don't make promises I can't keep."

Molly got out her phone.

"And Darryl?" she spoke into it. "You bring more guests!"

As if on cue, Darryl came in, along with a huge line of kids and teachers from school. All of them appeared to be dancing.

"Whoa, Darryl! How'd you get so many people to show up on such short notice?"

Darryl shrugged. "People will follow conga lines anywhere Molly. Anywhere…"

As if to prove Darryl's point, Fatso flew to the back of the conga line and joined in.

By the time Libby got back from helping her mother, the whole room was packed with partygoers, much to her absolute terror. Ms. Stein-Torres came out behind her.

"Oh, Libby, you did invite your school friends! I'm so proud of you for branching out!"

"But…I didn't invite anyone else." Libby explained.

She then noticed Molly dancing in the center of the room and approached her.

"Uh…Molly? Where did all of these people come from?"

"Hey, mazel tov, Libby!" Molly snapped a selfie of the two of them. "I invited them over. They're here for you! Doesn't that just make you feel super-duper special?

Libby didn't seem as excited as Molly was. "Be the turtle, Libby…go to your happy place." she hid her face in her sweater again.

"C'mon, it's a turtle party, isn't it? So come on outta that shell, Libby!" Molly hugged her.

"I knew that turtle metaphor would come back to haunt me…"

With Molly's help, Libby walked onto the stage to light up her cake. She was trembling and half-hidden in her turtleneck, but at least Molly was there to ease her nerves a little and make her feel a bit better.

Ms. Stein-Torres held out a lit candle. "For the little girl I love to bits, time to get your candles lit…s!"

She handed the candle and a microphone to her daughter.

"Um…candle one is for my grandparents, who have already passed." Libby recited, touching one candle to another. "They may be gone, but their memories will last. And next, for the woman on whom I depend. You're not only my mom, you're also my friend." she handed the candle back to her mom.

Ms. Stein-Torres was crying tears of joy. "Congrats, Libby. I'm so proud of the woman you've become."

Finally, Libby looked to Molly.

"You make me feel safe and ever so jolly. Candle three is for my best friend Molly."

Molly accepted the offer and lit up her own candle.

"Er, Molly?" Libby whispered. "Will you stay up here with me? I can't handle being watched by all these people. It makes me feel like a turtle without its shell!"

Molly smiled and put a reassuring hand on her best friend's shoulder. "Libby, you don't have to worry. I promise not to leave your side no matter whaaa?"

She froze when she caught sight of what appeared to be a toy car sliding across the dance floor all by itself. At first, she thought she was just seeing things, but upon closer examination, she spotted Stretch in the driver's seat and Stinkie and Fatso riding along with him. This was not a hallucination. What really got her attention though, was little Joshua, intrigued by his toy moving on its own, following it.

"That's it…" Stretch encouraged. "Just a little further!"

"We've got a big surprise waitin' for ya, big guy!" Stinkie giggled.

"You better believe it, baby!" Fatso added.

The car then drove under the closet door and Joshua reached up to turn the knob. Molly panicked and dashed off the stage.

"Sorry Libby, you're on your own!"

She zipped over to the child and lifted him away from the door.

"Whoa there, buddy! I can't have you opening that closet!"

Joshua whined and squirmed in Molly's arms, clearly desperate to get his toy car.

"Trust me, you do not wanna go in there!" Molly warned. "Because…there are ghoooosts living inside!"

Hearing this was enough to dissuade Joshua from even looking at the closet and he ran away in frightened tears.

"Well, it wasn't like I was lying." Molly confessed to herself. "Stretch! Stinkie! Fatso!"

The Trio were forced out of the closet by the curse.

"Did you try to trick little Joshua into releasing your bats, stinky cheese cannon, and flock of sheep from the closet?"

Stretch folded his arms. "Maybe."

Stinkie did the same. "Mayhaps."

Fatso prepared his light saber. "May the-"

Stretch swiped it from him. "Ya already made that joke." he turned back to Molly. "Look, we're just tryin' to do you a favor. Well, actually, in a way, it's more of a favor for Libby. This party ain't takin' off even with your help! I mean, the gal is literally invitin' turtles up to light her candles!"

Molly looked back at the stage to see that Stretch was correct about this.

"Yeah, and did ya hear that lame poetry she was spoutin'?" Stinkie gagged. "My mozzarella cannon would fit right into this shebang with that level of cheesiness!"

"And clearly, my matzah balls ain't liftin' anyone's spirits either, 'cause I haven't seen one of 'em get eaten!" Fatso whined.

"Maybe that's because you ate them all yourself?" Molly suggested.

"Oh…"

"Anyway, if Libby wants turtles at her party, she can have them."

"Oh yeah?" Stretch glared. "And since when do you care about what Libby wants? You invited all these skin sacks without her permission, even though that obviously ain't what she wants."

Molly gasped. "How dare you accuse me of not knowing what my BFF wants or needs! She may not act like it, but I know deep down this is what she wanted. And I also know she appreciates my efforts to make her big day a success!"

"Well, don't look now, Moll, but it looks like all that effort is about to walk out the door." Stinkie pointed to a group of students, led by Andrea Davenport, about to leave.

"C'mon, Fan-dreas. I'll totally save you from this bore-fest! There's a quinceañera down the street."

"Oh no!" Molly panicked. "We've gotta think of a way to get them to stay!"

"I got an idea…" Stretch chuckled menacingly. He gestured toward the closet, which Stinkie and Fatso put on display like a game show prize.

"NO!" Molly refused. "There's gotta be another way! Think, Molly, think…wait! I've got it! What's the one thing no middle schooler can resist?"

The Trio each threw out their own guess.

"A schoolyard fight?"

"Mindless toilet humor?"

"Taco Tuesdays?"

"Slow dancing!" Molly finally answered, running to the DJ booth.

She tapped her dad's shoulder and whispered into his ear.

"You got it!" Pete switched the record on the turntable. "Let's bring it down a notch with some…smooth jazz…"

The lights dimmed and a slow, jazzy tune started to play.

"Slow dancin'?" Stretch was in disbelief. "You've gotta be kiddin'! That'll never work!"

Stinkie shook his head. "That gal is thicker than a block of munster."

"Well, at least the 'slow' part fits in with the whole turtle theme." Fatso reminded the others.

"Yeah, but what's this music gonna do?" Stretch snorted. "It ain't like these kids will turn into brain-dead zombies with an insatiable desire to partner up and sway like palm trees!"

But sure enough, that's exactly what happened once the Brighton Middle School students heard the song. They immediately moved to the center of the dance floor and found someone to dance with. Most of them even drooled while doing so.

"Slow dance…"

"Must find partner…"

"Dance with me…"

Stretch was in even more disbelief, much to Molly's amusement.

"Well, well, well! Looks like this party is back on track. Without your bats, cheese, or sheep! Yep. I'd say everything is just peachy now."

Just then, Gordy popped out of another potted plant that was next to Molly.

"Or it will be. Once we're on the floor together." he offered his hand.

Molly frowned. "Yeah, not happening."

She then realized the Trio had disappeared again while she was briefly distracted. She had a hunch as to where they went however, and that hunch was proven correct because the closet door now had an oddly-shaped men's room symbol on it. Libby's uncle Ted reached for the knob, desperate for a bathroom.

Thinking quickly, Molly covered the door with an 'Out of Order' sign.

"Whoa! Sorry, Teddy Bear. The toilet's backed up."

Ted squirmed. "But I had four shells of turtle punch!" he reluctantly went off in search of another restroom.

Fatso phased through the sign. "Keepin' a grown man from using the bathroom. That's low, Molly."

"Well, excuse me for trying to help my friend create wonderful memories that she will cherish in her heart forever and that will never, ever happen if you three keep trying to ruin everything!"

Stretch and Stinkie joined them.

"Sheesh, we're just tryin' to liven things up." Stinkie claimed.

"Well, I don't need you to! Everyone's already having fun!"

"Really?" Stretch turned Molly's head toward the dance floor. "Everyone?"

Molly spotted Libby in the corner, sadly hugging Simon.

"Oh…uh…don't worry! I'm on it!" she sprinted away.

"Man, it feels weird bein' a voice of reason for once…" Fatso observed.

"Hey…" Molly greeted Libby. "Who's ready for the hora?"

Libby gulped. "Um…heights and being tossed around are two of my biggest anxieties. Can't we just do the turtle races?"

"Absolutely! …Right after the hora!"

Molly pointed to a chair that Libby's mom, aunt, and uncle had set up. All of a sudden, the music stopped and the lights came back on. Libby became horrified as the attention was now fully on her again. Molly grabbed a microphone.

"Ladies and gentlemen, it's the moment you've all been waiting for! The age-old tradition…the hora!"

Ms. Stein-Torres, Uncle Ted, and Aunt Meg lifted up the chair. Libby backed away, her face partly covered by Simon.

"And now…" Molly announced. "Let's give it up for the woman of the hour! The one…the only…Libby Stein-Torres!"

A spotlight shined in the corner where Libby was. But she wasn't there anymore. The crowd gasped. Molly let out a nervous chuckle.

"Uh, she's probably just being shy. Excuse me for a moment."

She set down the microphone and went off to look for her cowardly BFF. She eventually found her in the dark game room hunched over on the floor and sobbing onto Simon's shell.

"Libby?" Molly sat beside her. "What are you doing? You're missing your special day."

Libby lifted her head and wiped away some tears. "You keep saying that Molly, but it doesn't feel like my day at all…I just want my party to go back to the way it was…"

"What? But…I don't understand. I thought the only reason your party was like that was because your mom didn't have the money to give you a better one."

"That had nothing to do with it!" Libby faced Molly angrily. "If I had asked her to, my mom would have found a way to give me the biggest bat mitzvah blowout possible! But I didn't ask her! Because I didn't want a big party! I didn't want all these people here! You just assumed I wanted that because that's what you would have wanted if this was your special day! Well, I'm not like you Molly. I'm not a social butterfly, I can't stand large crowds, and most of all, I don't like smooth jazz!"

Molly shrugged. "I mean…I don't like it either…But, if you didn't want all that, what did you want?"

"To spend time with you!" Libby suddenly shouted.

Molly's eyes widened in shock at this response. Libby sighed.

"Sorry, it's the hormones. But the feelings are accurate."

That's when Libby's eyes widened as well.

"Oh my gosh…it finally happened…" she stood up triumphantly. "I'm a woman! I feel different. Do I look taller to you?"

Molly also stood up and took Libby by the shoulders. "I'm sorry, Libby. I promise I'm gonna fix this! And once I do, I'm yours for the rest of the night!"

She gave her friend a quick hug before heading back into the main party room. As soon as she did though, she was immediately filled with dread because she knew there was only one thing that could get rid of all these unwanted guests. She approached the closet where the Trio were sitting.

"Relax, we ain't touchin' it." Stretch told her in a mocking voice.

Molly's only reply was a sigh as she turned the knob and opened the door, releasing all of the bats and sheep, much to the Trio's delight.

"Yes! Let's get batty!"

"Abandon sheep!"

The bats started going to town on the partygoers, flying over them and pulling on their hair, while the sheep began munching on tablecloths and people's shirts. Everyone was screaming in terror from the pure chaos. Finally, Stinkie rolled out his cannon.

"Now they're in for a real gouda time!"

BLAM!

The cannon fired, shooting a huge lump of smelly, rotten cheese all over the walls and guests. This was the final straw and soon, everyone except Molly, Libby, and Libby's family had vacated the premises.

"Ha! Now that's what I call a 'bat' mitzvah!" Stretch joked.

"You mean 'bad mozzarella.'" Stinkie corrected, spraying Stretch with cheese.

"Faaaat matzah ball!" Fatso held up a sheep and a stack of matzah balls, the latter of which he stuffed in his mouth.

Suddenly, the bats, attracted to the smell of the cheese on Stretch, started to attack the ghosts.

"Hey, back off! You're supposed to be on our side, ya fanged freaks! Leave us alone! Gah!"

Libby approached Molly with a grateful grin. At long last, the party could go back to the way she wanted it to be.

Soon, Molly, Libby, and the rest of the Stein-Torres family had gathered around for the turtle races.

"Go Simon!" Libby encouraged.

The others cheered as well.

"Shelly, you can do this!"

"You gotta believe!"

"Go, go, go, go, GO!"

Molly couldn't help but smirk at their over-enthusiasm, not sure how anyone could find slow-moving reptiles racing each other entertaining. But it didn't matter if she thought it was boring, because Libby was enjoying herself and that's all that counted.

It took about an hour, but Simon eventually crossed the finish line, making him the winner. Libby set him on a pedestal, along with the turtles who finished second and third, and gave each of them a medal.

"Now this is the perfect party."

Molly took a bite out of her slice of turtle cake. "Sorry again for nearly ruining your special day, Libby."

"Aw, it's okay, Molly. I've learned a lot in the minutes since I became a woman. Like how we're all responsible for our own happiness. It felt good to stand up for what I wanted today."

"Wow. You're so wise…I wonder when I'll become a woman."

"Enjoy the rest of your childhood while it lasts, Molly. It'll be over before you know it." Libby suddenly remembered something. "By the way, I meant to ask you…how'd you manage to get bats, a cheese cannon, and a whole flock of sheep to the party? And why are the bats so interested in that one particular spot over there?"

Molly glanced at the spot she was talking about, where the Trio, completely invisible to Libby, were still fighting off the aforementioned bats.

"Uh…" Molly swallowed her bite of cake. "I'll tell you when you're older. Heh, heh…"

Libby was concerned. "Are you okay? You seem kinda…what's the word…? Sheepish?"

"Baah…" a sheep bleated from behind Libby.

"Uh…no offense."

The sheep responded by taking another bite out of a nearby tablecloth.

Ghostly Trio and Molly McGee!

I've got nothing else to say, so I'll leave you guys with one final word: Review.

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