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𝓜𝓲𝓻𝓻𝓸𝓻/𝓻𝓸𝓻𝓻𝓲𝓜 🦇

A/N: I love how Bindi Irwin is in this episode. The Irwins are amazing. 

At school, Sarah, Erica, and I look at a poster for a play. "The Rainbow Factory? Ugh. I hate that hippie junk. This is going to be the worst school play ever," Erica complains. "So, why do you want to be in it?" Sarah asks in amusement. "It's on my bucket list," she tells us. "Why do you have a bucket list?" I question. "You'll never kick the bucket," Sarah adds. "It's a long list. And item twelve says 'Star in the school play.' So I can ram it in the face of that pint-sized drama queen Sunday Clovers," Erica explains, as she complains about Sunday Clovers in an exaggerated accent. 

"You act like she came all the way from Australia on an exchange just to bother you," Sarah implies. "Well..." Erica starts. "Why can't you just be nice to her?" I ask. "Don't tell me how to live, Zoe," Erica says. Erica walks up to the signup sheet and signs her name while Benny stands next to her, waiting his turn to sign up as well. "Oh, that's it- let the eagles of creativity soar! I'm off to make copies of this wonderful script!" The drama teacher tells us. Then, she tries to open up the old book, but it doesn't budge.

"Looks like it doesn't want to open," Ethan observes. "It didn't want to be found, either! Hiding away inside that basement wall for twenty-five years and I took it out," the teacher grunts, finally pulling the pages apart. "Ah! There we go. Should be clear sailing from here," she says before she walks off to print more pages. 

In a classroom with other students who auditioned for the play, Sarah and I went with Erica to see what role she received. The teacher told her, and she was not happy. "I'm the understudy? But I totally nailed that audition!" She states disappointedly. "You were very... present!" The teacher responds. 

"Congratulations, Sunday Clovers. You're our lead!" The teacher happily announces. The girl squeals with joy, but quickly composes herself. "Do I dream? Or do my waking eyes see color anew? Such reds! Such golds! Ah, to see my joy! Thank you so much, Ms. Lofthouse Oldman-Little!" She exclaims with glee. "Oh, the kids call me Ms. LOL," the teacher replies with a smile. 

Erica leans down and whispers to us. "Makes me want to put that little shrimp on the barbie," mocking Sunday's accent, which I roll my eyes too. Sunday seems like a nice girl, Erica's just jealous. "I know you'll be a real ace understudy, and you'll step right in if something happens to me!" Sunday says with an amiable smile. "Yes. If something happens to you," Erica responds, giving her a bone-crushing hug with her vampiric strength for a moment, then she lets the girl go. "Wow! You have a lot of positive energy! I can feel it in my ribs! I'm grinning like a shot fox! I'm gonna do Harold Hold and have a Captain Cook at my dressing room!" She exclaims. Then, she squeals and leaves Erica, Sarah, and I in disbelief. 

"What just happened?" Sarah asks. "Oh, and Sarah. I know you'd be a perfect fit for Sundrop's best friend, Rainbeam," the teacher states. "I was just helping Erica out. I wasn't trying out myself," she responds. "Then, maybe, you wouldn't mind, Zoe?" The teacher asks me. "Sorry, I get stage fright," I reply, which wasn't really a lie either. When I was up on stage at the Dusk convention, I just looked at the ground the whole time, not paying attention to the gazes of the audience. "What a shame. You are a natural," the teacher compliments Sarah. 

"-down to the ground, to hug every flower and every tree!" Erica exclaims as she acts out the lead role. "The water cycle is truly a cycle of love," Sarah states then whispers "Sorry. "Cycle of wuv," she says. 

"Really? Because I actually had so much fun doing it! And the part about the bunnies that 'wuv' each other? So cute!" Sarah gushes. "I'll take that as a big yes," the teacher replies while writing on her clipboard before walking away. "Welcome aboard. Good luck acting like you can stand Sunday Clovers," Erica grumbles. "I think she's a nice girl," I state, as we walk out of the classroom. Then, we see a joyful Sunday sing in the hallway.