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Brought to you by the Department of Magical Beings.

Even magic has rules.

That was so nice of Glarbin

to let me interview him for my class essay.

Oh, who's your essay about, Kiff?

Ah, I wrote mine on...

Helen, fancy seeing you here. I need to talk to you about my essay.

- Out of my way, I'm late! - But it's about you.

Let's hear it.

'...and that's why Helen's drama class

would always be magical.'

Uh, Kiff, that needs some work.

Closed? No, wait. It's her fault.

If she didn't get in my way, I'd have been here on time.

Helen, Helen, we've been sending you reminders

for 17 years

to renew your magic license,

and you've just missed the deadline.

It's not fair. It's not fair.

As per the policy of the Regional Table Magic Tribunal,

your magic license is revoked.

No!

No!

Uh, whatcha doing, Helen?

I can't unlock my car.

Where's your key?

I threw it away years ago. I use magic to unlock it.

Hmm. I wonder if anyone has a hammer.

It's no use. There's no gas in it.

I used magic to run it.

What will I do without magic?

Open doors all on my own, like some regular schmo?

No!

I feel guilty. I did make her late.

Well, not really, but...

I've got to help her adjust to normal life.

Just look at her.

It's the least I could do. Be her teacher.

Okay.

Come on, Helen.

Let's catch a zipline back to your apartment.

Okay, from now on, just don't lock anything.

Hungy.

All right, let's make cereal.

Bet you've done that without magic.

Nope.

You use magic for everything?

Cereal is easy. Anyone can do it.

Good. Now, open the box.

Excellent form!

What's happening?

I hate ripping open plastic.

It's too much work.

I'm never going to be able to be a regular Joe Schmo.

It's impossible! There's no way of knowing

what needs to go on a shopping list.

And I have to change my pants?

How?

Helen, if life without magic feels overwhelming,

you're not alone.

We all feel that way sometimes.

Yes! Think about all the people who never had any magic at all.

- So sad. - Ew!

But you don't have to do everything alone.

You can ask for help.

If you're not able to reach something up on a high shelf,

just ask a long-armed friend to reach it for you.

Oh, like... like that box of worm chips?

Wow, it's almost as good as magic.

Help.

Help.

Help me.

All right, Helen. We'll be back tomorrow to check on you.

Morning, Helen. We're just here to check on you.

Helen?

Oh, hey, Trollie.

You got Helen's groceries for her? That's sweet.

Yeah, at first I was like, 'I don't want to.'

But then Helen explained that she didn't want to either

and that sometimes it's okay

to ask a long-armed friend for help.

Now, I'm not really a friend, but I do have long arms.

Anyway, one thing led to another,

and here I am folding her laundry.

- Trollie, what? - This is madness.

Helen, let everyone go home. People aren't like magic.

They're not an infinite resource.

You're supposed to ask for help only when you actually need it.

I understand.

Trollie.

Could you help me by removing these two?

I really, really need to end this conversation.

- Right, here we go. - What? Trollie, stop!

Sorry, friends. Helen's logic is airtight.

This is a mess.

She's more of a menace without her magic

than she is with it.

The only answer is to get Helen her magic back.

Do you have a hammock?

I have several.

So, what's the plan when we get there?

My essay got us into this. Maybe it can get us out of it.

I'll read it to the court. Hopefully, that'll show them

that Helen deserves to get her magic license back.

Would you two stop talking? This ride is so bumpy.

I hate what we're doing.

Where am I? Huh?

Hello, Magic Tribunal.

Uh, if you're addressing us, you need to be in the pool.

- Yeah, of course. - Obviously. Sorry.

I am here to request that you please reinstate Helen's magic.

And I've written an essay about her that I think...

Uh, sorry, squirrel. I'm gonna have to cut in there.

Look, there's no way we,

the Regional Table Magic Tribunal,

are listening to an essay about Helen written by a child. Okay?

We failed. Helen's never getting her magic back.

What? Oh, no.

No, she... she can have her magic back.

She just has to fill out a renewal form.

- Are you kidding me? - What?

You could just renew your magic license this whole time?

Kiff, I feel like I've been pretty clear.

I don't do forms. They're very tedious.

Fine. I'll do it.

Uh, no. Helen has to fill out this form herself.

We'll only accept a witch signature

in Helen's handwriting.

No, no!

Helen, listen to me.

This is what being a regular schmo is.

It's all breaking down boxes, charging your earbuds,

and filling out forms.

You're so lucky that you get to avoid all that

for the rest of your life.

But you just have to fill out this one form.

I'll try.

Pen to paper. Okay, good.

Helen, come on! You can do this!

- Come on, Helen! - It's so boring! I can't!

That's it, Helen!

You got it. Okay.

I hate this!

Uh, you can't give up now!

You just have to sign! Just sign it!

That's the worst part!

- Yeah! She did it! - Go, Helen! Go, Helen!

That was awful!

Good enough.

I'm magic!

I'm better than you again!

I'm proud of you, Helen.

And I think you learned a valuable...

So long, dorks!

Hello, Trollie?

You can stop folding Helen's laundry.

Yeah, you're welcome.

Brought to you by

Dr. Clackmann's ultra-loud keyboards.

Fireworks for your fingers.

Marty, baby! I am so stoked.

Now's not a good time.

We're getting married!

You are? That's amazing!

And Marty, bro, I want you to be my best man.

Me? Why?

You basically introduced us!

A few months ago, I asked you to give me a ride

to the mechanic's and you said no,

so I had to go to the tram station

where I met Cherry, aka The Perm!

Besides, we're best buds!

Cherry, tell me everything!

Also, do you have a flower girl yet, or...

Look, Pone, surely there's somebody else you'd rather ask.

Not a wedding guy? Hmm.

Maybe I should rethink this whole thing,

'cause I just realized, when I get married,

I'm gonna see so much less of you.

We're moving to The Perm's pad

all the way across town.

No! Don't rethink. Of course I'll be your best man.

This wedding's going to go off without a hitch.

Aw, bro.

So we all got to work together to make sure

this wedding goes off without a hitch.

'Cause if not, I'm gonna be stuck living next to that guy

for the rest of my life.

- You go. - Aww. Cake.

Okay, we don't technically love why you're doing this,

but we do all love a good wedding, so we're in.

I'll take it.

you're on wedding planner duty.

Make sure they've got everything they'll need.

Kiff, you're assigned to The Perm.

Stick to her like glue

and be ready to warm up any possible cold feet.

As for me, I'll be...

...with Pone.

Mm. Mm. Uh...

And now, to practice vows

while making extended intense eye contact.

I hope my family's having an easier time

with the wedding prep.

Cherry spotted.

La la lilo! The curse!

Oh, no, Ma. Not the curse.

What curse?

In our family, when a flower girl trips

over an ottoman before the wedding,

it means the marriage is doomed.

My superstitious heart.

An ottoman? So specific.

I know it's kooky.

I don't believe any of it, but unfortunately, Mama does.

She won't come to the wedding now,

and I can't get married without Ma there.

Don't worry, Cherry. I'll... I'll fix this... somehow.

I just have to convince Mama Berry

that we aren't cursed.

Uh...

All right, number one. Order the wedding cake.

Wedding cake. Wedding cake.

Mm.

And... done.

Oh, great. Uh, next, venue.

Got it.

- Done. - Hire the officiant.

Mm. Oh, uh...

Yes. Yep. Mm-hmm.

And... done.

Wow, Barry, you are so fast on that computer.

Aw, thank you. It's generational.

Well, the only thing we have left

is the wedding license at city hall.

Oh, isn't that right by Café Penguino?

I'd say we've earned ourselves a little lunch treat

after all this hard wedding planning.

Ooh, yes.

You're so much like Kiff, and that's what I like.

Sick! That's all of our best-manning groom duties done.

We crushed it.

Thank goodness. I mean, uh... uh, dope.

Now, on to the bachelor activities!

Whoa!

Martin!

Yes!

Tea? Cookies?

- Oh, yes. Why not? - That sounds wonderful.

Okay, so, is one of you going to make that stuff or...

Helen, Cherry's mom thinks her wedding is cursed.

Oh, please.

Wedding curses aren't real.

Everybody knows that.

But Mama B is convinced they are.

Please, she'll listen to you because you're a real witch.

We need you to pretend to do some kind of anti-curse ritual

so she'll attend the wedding.

Yes, I don't like to help if I can help it,

but perhaps I could make an exception

in exchange for a piece of wedding cake?

Easy. Done.

I don't think you understand.

I want the first piece of wedding cake

before the bride and groom get any.

Everybody knows it's the best piece,

and I'm sick and tired of being a second slice Sally.

Okay.

Sure, I'll make it happen. Just hurry.

Chair of ottoman curse, I now pronounce you reversed!

She never puts that much effort into her actual spells.

Oh, thank you. Thank you, Miss Horrible Witchy.

You have saved my daughter's marriage.

Now, I can attend the wedding without fear.

One marriage license, please.

No rush. The wedding's not for another hour,

so we got plenty of time.

Hey, Barry, what time is the cake getting delivered

to the venue?

Delivered? Venue? I... How should I know?

What do you mean? You booked them.

Days ago, when you were on the computer,

you said they were done.

I meant I was done typing it in. I was making the list.

No, we had a list. I was reading you the list.

I thought you were booking everything online.

I'm a child. You thought I... No, I don't have a credit card.

We have one hour to plan an entire wedding!

But we've never played instruments before.

Just wing it!

Go team?

Yeah, hun. The team is The Pone and The Perm.

It makes sense.

Martin, it makes total sense. Can you be cool, please?

Why is Barry dressed like a little waiter?

He's officiating. Just be cool, hun.

How you holding up, by the way?

You know,

it actually hasn't been that bad of a week.

It's almost a shame Pone's moving away.

Almost.

Big moment. Proud of you, dude.

Marty, I was gonna wait until the reception,

but I can't hold it in.

I told Cherry about our amazing week,

and she decided she didn't want to split up two best friends.

She's going to move in next door with me instead.

I'm never leaving.

Never leaving. Never leaving...

But the only reason I did all this was so you'd move away.

The first piece of cake!

I knew you'd welch on our deal, Kiff!

La la lilo!

Then by the power invested in me,

you're fired as best man.

What happened to the music?

Come on, let's get this wedding rolling.

Poney, look around. You have no best man.

Our cake is shaped like a football

and a child is officiating the ceremony.

You're right, Babeski.

Let's cut our losses and call this thing off.

Everybody, please stay seated.

I'll admit, sometimes The Pone rubs me the wrong way,

gets in my craw.

But after spending every waking moment

with him this week, I've learned a lot about him.

And under all the stuff that's kind of annoying,

he's honestly... a really great guy.

Aw!

La la lilo.

That's my Martin.

Pone, you're not my favorite person,

but you're this person's favorite person.

And that's a very special thing.

I can't beat that.

I now pronounce you Perm and Pone.

Yes!

You know, this turned out to be a pretty great wedding.

Bro.

It did, bro! And who knows? Maybe soon there will be

some Mini-Pones running around back here.