Once the girls had dusted themselves off from Razzel Dazzle's non lethal magic explosion, they sat in the wooden auditorium seats. Razzel seemed extra giddy and rocked back and forth on her seat causing it to creak. "So did I make the Mena Teama," she asked hastily.

  "Wowie Zowie!" Mena exclaimed. "Someone has magic ants in their pants!"

  "Wowie Zowie?" Razzel replied. "I know him! I know him!"

  "Wait whuh?" Trudy asked, facing backwards on the seat. "Wowie Zowie is a him? I thought it was Mena's highly marketable catchphrase…"

  Razzel's eyes were so bright and shiny they nearly reflected the astronomy patterns on the ceiling. "Wowie Zowie is the greatest magician ever. And even more amazing, he's super hot and dreamy too! He has long blonde hair, an androgynous face, a sexy accent and the best part, he wears a questionable codpiece!"

  Mena shook her head. "Whoa girl. Calm down about that last part! It is a bit odd I'd never heard of him before. I got that catchy catchphrase from my auntie."

  Razzel scrunched up her nose. "Is she a witch perchance?"

  Mena also wrinkled her button nose. "Why does that matter?"

  Razzel giggled. "Well, even witches can't resist his magical charms. Luckily, he isn't one either."

  Mena took a deep breath. This girl clearly had a vendetta against witches. Which was a shame, because unlike the green sheened Bubbel, Toila and Karen, plus her evil purple mother, witches were the signature persona for magical girls. But, regardless, Razzel wanted to join them so she couldn't hate witches that much.

  "Okay," Mena said, removing a piece of parchment from her Rainborn robe. "Time for the Best Friend Super Pals friendship quiz. We will truly see how compatible we are with this!"

  Razzel bit her lip in anticipation. "Favorite magical musical artist?" Mena asked.

  Razzel grinned brightly. "Kate Shrub. Known for her famous ode to the original magician who started it all, Larry Linguini!"

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  Mena wrinkled her button nose yet again. "Mine is Taylor Witch. Of Toil and Trouble fame."

  Once again, Razzel nearly choked on that word like she was force fed a smelly mandrake. Witching was clearly something she despised.

  "Umm…" Mena said. "Favorite beverage? I like Eye-of-Newt spice latte!"

  Razzel forced a smile. "Iced Disappearo Cappuccino!"

  Mena began to hastily read off different questions. "Favorite animal? Mine is a black cat!"

  "White rabbit," Razzel answered. "A magician's best friend!"

  "Er…ah…favorite magic hat? I like black hats with a pointed top!" Mena smiled. Razzel also has a pointy hat so there's no way she could make this similarity disappear.

  "I do like my starry pointy hat!" she answered. "But my favorite is a top hat. So dapper and perfect for a handsome magician in a tuxedo."

  Mena grimaced. They had absolutely nothing in common. She grabbed Trudy and pulled her away. Trudy offered her a nice smile. "I like her, Mena," she said. "What gives?"

  Mena nodded, but continued to frown. "I want to like her, but we absolutely-posi-dupley have nothing in common. Even the bonehead and I had stuff we both agreed on and she betrayed me worse than anyone."

  Trudy placed her pudgy hand on Mena"s shoulders. "Sometimes we learn a lot from people who aren't like us, Mena!

  I didn't know much about the magician culture because my mummy didn't allow their magic words in the house. Hocus pocus was a bad word for us."

  "Still is for me…" Mena muttered, but at last, she sighed. "But…we can give her a try!"

  The two of them strolled over. As they did, Razzel nibbled on her cloth magician gloves. "Um…did I pass the friendship test?" the girl asked.

  Mena grinned at her. "While you and I don't have a lot in common, Razzel, and Kate Shrub has a voice so high that only the dolphins in the Brain Sea come to her concerts, for a witch, variety is the pumpkin spice of life! So yes! You are now part of our Dream Team!"

  Razzel paused for a second. She exclaimed loudly. "Oh yay! Hold on a second!"

  She took her hat off, waved her hand around it and exclaimed, "Hocus Focus!"

  Suddenly, a bouquet of blue flowers popped right out. She handed it to Mena. "Here's to our friendship!"

  Mena took the flowers. "Why thank you, Razzel! These are such a lovely shade of bl…"

  From the center of the flowers, blasts of water erupted and drenched Mena's face with a loud gargle.

  "They're magical squirt flowers! A magician's specialty!" Razzel said, beaming with her hat in her hands. "They practically water themselves!"

  Mena groaned, more drenched than a wet cat. "I certainly got magic tricked there…"

  Trudy clasped her hands together. "Welcome to the team, RD!"

  But before Razzel could answer, there was another voice. A more familiar one. It was quite bubbly and childish, but also quite irritating. "Umm am I too late for the Super Pals tryouts? I feel you could usea smart strawgal with a lot of BRAINS instead of this subpar magician!"