Queen Poppy: Reef, listen, I know how crazy it was for me and the leaders, but now . . . the ambassadors? Do you think they'll survive?

Reef Marina: Poppy, I'm sure of it. Now, is everyone ready?

Lownote Jones: You're right, my dude.

Dante Crescendo: Why, I'm absolutely ready.

Synth: Totally ready!

Holly Darling: Woo-hoo!

Val ThunderShock: Let's rock.

Queen Poppy: Umm . . . okay. It can't be as bad, right?

Reef Marina: And I'm ready! Now, let's go with the first dare! The first dare is by Princessb237 who says . . . oh, it's for me.

Queen Poppy: Wow. Okay, wasn't expecting that.

Synth: So . . . we all get a break then?

Reef Marina: No, it's directed at me for a reason. Princessb wants me to spend a week at Classical Crest and learn some classical culture as well.

Dante Crescendo: Oh! Absolutely stunning! I'll pack your bags.

Reef Marina: Okay . . . I guess you guys are off for the week.

Synth: Well then, I don't know about you guys, but imma go back to Techno Lagoon to do the thing I love most . . .

Everyone: Rave?

Synth: How'd you know?

Reef Marina: We all know.

Synth: Oh. Okay! Am I really that predictable? It doesn't matter. *walks back*

*a week after*

Queen Poppy: Okay, my council friends, Reef wanted us back here because it's been a week ever since his departure to Classical Crest. Dante?

Dante Crescendo: Oh, you'll love him, he looks amazing!

Reef finally enters the room, his hair more bigger and tied up in a bow. He is now wearing a fancy suit and sipping a cup of tea with his pinky up.

Reef Marina: Why, hello, my friends and accquinatances.

Queen Poppy: Whoa, Reef, you look different.

Reef Marina: I've decided to change my style just a tad. And I think I look marvelous!

Queen Poppy: Well, come to think of it, it kinda looks good on you.

Reef Marina: Why, certainly, Ms. Poppy.

Queen Poppy: Please, just call me Poppy.

Dante Crescendo: And now this restyle suits him a lot better than . . . *hears a timer* Oh no. The time's over!

Reef Marina: Phew, that's a relief. *goes back to his original self* Hey, Synth?

Synth: Yes, my bro?

Reef Marina: How about . . . *grabs two glowsticks*

Synth: *gasps happily* You read my mind.

Reef Marina & Synth: Rave! Rave! Rave! Woo-hoo! *both swim away*

Dante Crescendo: . . . NOOOOOOOO-