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!