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(Then cut to Maggie’s house where she and her friends are sitting around moping, until they heard a knock on the door. Maggie opens it to see Wretched)

Maggie: (to Wretched; confused) Um, who are you?

Wretched: (smiling menacingly) Your worst nightmare.

(He grabs a bucket of tar and oil from his back, and covers Maggie and her friends in it. Wretched then grabs some cans of glitter spray paint he stole from Lola, and sprays them with it.)

Wretched: (to Maggie; smiling sinisterly) Happy Belated Birthday, you little brat! (slams the door shut.)

Maggie: (horrified by her appearance) MOM!