Across The Multiverse Productions: Sabrina The Animated Series(Cancelled)

Chapter 39: Molar Molar

(A/N: Hey everyone. So, we have two more chapters left till we get to the fifth interlude, which will fix some of the mistakes we've noticed from the first interlude, like Aaron's misplaced anger at Sabrina. And with that interlude, it means we're near the end of this story, which had a slow start with tons of trials and errors. Hope you enjoy the way the story and characters will be told down the line. Also, we'll be revealing the character designs for some of the characters at the end of this book, along with the family trees, which does contain spoilers for the entire Across The Multiverse series. With that out of the way, hope you enjoy the chapter.)

Everyone's P.O.V.-Tuesday Morning

Salem, wearing his red bathrobe and yawning, walked over to the fridge and opened it, grabbing a pitcher of milk.

"Ah, milk. Nature's way of saying, 'Me likey!'" Salem exclaimed, drinking straight from the pitcher. Lowering it from his face, he let out a burp and wiped his face from any milk moustache he might've gained.

"Hey, in case if anyone cares, we're out of milk," Salem shouted to Hilda and Zelda, throwing the pitcher in the fridge, surprisingly not shattering said pitcher and slammed the door shut. "Cats likes milk, but cats can't buy milk without getting carted."

"We could always wring out your furry milk-drenched upper lips," Zelda said, annoyed.

Salem look dumbfounded, wiping off his upper lips, before deciding to go with his trump card: being dramatic.

"Okay, I confess: I'm the dairy delinquent, the moo juice marauder, the creme de la creme of calcium criminals! Do with me what you will!" Salem said overdramatically, hoping for a slim chance of Hilda and Zelda giving him some attention, even if it means them beating him up.

However, the two just ignored him, still retaining either bored or annoyed expressions on their faces.

"Okay, I'll bite. What could be more important than watching my outrageously cute, and may I say remarkable, cat antics?" Salem asked, standing up.

Zelda pointed at something behind Salem, causing him to turn around to see. Behind him, which he was stunned about not noticing it, was an egg in a basket full of hay under a heat lamp, right in the middle of the table.

"Ooh, this is a thrill ride! What's next, the watching paint dry triathlon? Snail wrangling? Oh, oh, a c-span marathon," Salem snarked.

Hilda let out a sigh. "It's a project for our biology class, Salem." Hilda said.

"We need to hatch a chick," Zelda explained.

"But the little cluckster won't show," Hilda complained, as Salem let out a sinister smile. "It's been three days since we've started and we've a impending date with the Zombie Brothers we just cannot miss!"

"They've got tickets to Wicka-Palooza. You haven't mash unless you've mash with guys whose body parts fly off when they slam dance," Zelda said.

"Chick, you say? As in, future chicken? As in, last name Ketchup Taurine? As in, mwah," Salem said, kissing his fingers like a chef, wanting to cook the egg.

"You lay one paw on our egg, and you'll be on a one-way road to Flea Bath City, population: you, fuzzball farmer," Zelda threatened.

"Sheesh, like I care about a lowly egg. If anyone needs me, I'll be watching my favorite show, The Eggs Files," Salem snarked as he cackled like a madman. At least, until Zelda threw a brick at him, knocking him out cold.

"He's think he's a comedian when he's really a nuisance," Hilda said.

Suddenly, a rope controlled by magic appear in the kitchen, dragging Quigley by the ankles. "Oh, morning, girls. I've kinda got my hands full with Salem's late April Fools prank," Quigley said, which explained the rope.