Star: Star Butterfly at your service, for I am an honorary crossing guard. [takes the old lady's hand and begins leading her across the street, with a stop sign in his other hand. Cars crash into each other]
Old Lady: I don't...
Star: You're safe with me.
Old Lady: You made me miss my bus!
Star: We'll see about that! [gets the old lady on her back and runs after the bus. She trips and the old lady is sent flying. Eventually, she lands on the bus]
Old Lady: Thank you, Star!
Star: Oh, you're- [gets run over by another bus] …welcome.