| rdfs:comment | - Flora: Okey dokey, girls. Five hundred potatoes down. Tecna: So that means only five hundred more to go.
* Bloom, Flora, Musa, and Tecna are seen peeling potatoes.* Bloom: You know what? I'll feel like a dork if this doesn't work. Musa: Well where did you find the formula? Bloom: It was in the new fairies self-improvement guide. So I mean it should work.
* Bloom throws off her apron and floats in air* Bloom: A thousand potatoes, a bushel of whipweed, a magic backflip, and your good decisions on the next day. It said good judgment is guaranteed.
* Chef Sfoglia walks in the kitchen.* Flora: Oh!
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| abstract | - Flora: Okey dokey, girls. Five hundred potatoes down. Tecna: So that means only five hundred more to go.
* Bloom, Flora, Musa, and Tecna are seen peeling potatoes.* Bloom: You know what? I'll feel like a dork if this doesn't work. Musa: Well where did you find the formula? Bloom: It was in the new fairies self-improvement guide. So I mean it should work.
* Bloom throws off her apron and floats in air* Bloom: A thousand potatoes, a bushel of whipweed, a magic backflip, and your good decisions on the next day. It said good judgment is guaranteed.
* Chef Sfoglia walks in the kitchen.* Chef Sfoglia: I thought I heard itty-bitty voices. What are you girls doing my kitchen, ah? Bloom: Working on a experiment project for potion class. Chef Sfoglia: Look at this place, a mess. Tecna: The potion lab was signed out. Musa: Relax, micetro. Have a spud. Chef Sfoglia: My sprio potatoes. You're using my babies! And what is this all about?!
* Chef Sfoglia points at the frying pan while they are cooking omelets* Flora: That's dinner!
* Bloom and Musa walks to the frying pans.* Bloom: We got hungry! Chef Sfoglia: That is not how to cook. Musa: Hey, how hard can it be to make an omelet?! Chef Sfoglia: You have to show love to your food.
* Flora flips her omelet.* Chef Sfoglia: You can not neglect it. You must put passion into your cooking.
* Musa almost misses her omelet. Bloom accidentally flips the omelet on the fan.* Chef Sfoglia: Not that much passion! Bloom: I guess I'll get a ladder. Flora: Don't worry I got it
* Flora flicks the switch up and down. The fan speeds up.* Tecna: I don't think that's it. Musa: Go little omelet spinning like a DJ! Like it's your birthday! Like you got your biggest fan gonna surf you like a ham... (rap) Chef Sfoglia: Knock it off! I see you need instruction in singing as well as cooking in the kitchen! It is the music of juice not leftovers!
* The omelet drops on his head.* Chef Sfoglia: Normally, I'd find this funny but as I am the one with the omelet on my face, I do not laugh!
* Chef Sfoglia wipes off the omelet.* Chef Sfoglia: Now hurry up with this project. You might want to be done when the headmistress walks in here. Flora: The whipweed is almost done.
* Stella walks in.* Stella: So what's the sit in the kitch, girls?! Tecna: You being fashionable late can only mean a social engagement. Stella: Yeah, I know I totally said I'd but... you're just gonna let me play a good excuse card today! Bloom: Oh yeah, what's the excuse this time? Stella: I just received a late minute invitation Musa: Another shoe of the month club? Stella: From Prince Sky! He invited me to some place called "The Black Lagoon Cafe" tonight! Flora: Oh! Musa: A hand written note, you go Stella. Woo! Stella: I've been trying to figure out what to wear but, I'm in desperate need of second opinions. Bloom: Say no more!
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