A Slice of the Future Jinx

# Can you keep a secret? Sneaky and a treat

# A dash of something tasty

# Just you wait and see

# The magic in my story

# Turned you upside down indeed

# No matter what the trouble is

# I've got a recipe

# Mixing up the flavour

# With a trick right up my sleeve

# Stir it up a little more

# And then we're gonna see

# Cooking up a story

# That is good for magazines

# Sprinkle this

# Sprinkle that

# Stir it up and see. #

Frenchy, I may be wrong, but are you feeling a tiny bit tense?

The swimming gala?

What if I forget how to swim?

And the other girls, they seem much more synchronised than I am.

No synchronised swimming in the corridors!

My stomach feels like a butterfly farm.

Someone say butterflies?

-They're not real butterflies in her stomach.

-Is that Cookie?

Duh, no, it's that other invisible dimension-hopping friend!

Yeah...she says hi.

Problem with her swimming, huh? How about a nice seafood trifle?

Turn Frenchy into a mermaid for a few days?

Says she wants to help.

Tell Cookie no thanks. I don't wanna use magic to cheat.

And hey, I'm probably worrying about nothing.

SHE GIGGLES

She's much more graceful in water!

If only there were a way to show her she'll be fine...

Haven't got a crystal ball, have you?

No crystal ball.

But...I have got a cake recipe that might help!

Attenzione!

Silenzio, per favore!

And so, it gives me the greatest pleasure to announce

the newest arrival to Gina's menu -

presto! A la fish-and-chips pizza!

ALL: Urgh!

What?

Everybody loves pizza.

Everybody loves fish and chips!

But not at the same time!

Come here.

Taste this. Show this lot how DELICIOUS it is.

Whoa, sorry, Uncle Mike, no can do.

I've got a phobia of all fish.

A herring to me is as deadly as a great white shark.

Aw, don't be glum, lickle bunny wabbit.

I believe in your pizza.

It's bold, cutting edge,

the zeitgeist with a cheesy stuffed crust.

All we need to do is promote it.

TORQUIL!

Sweetheart...

try not to kill Chip.

Presto!

It doesn't look very tasty.

You want tasty? Black forest gateaux.

Wanna see into the future? Blueberry and carrot cake.

Everyone knows carrots are good for the eyes,

but when mixed with blueberries by just the right amount...

Eat. And as you do, think about the thing in the future you wanna see.

How Frenchy will do in her gala.

If you wanna waste good magic on that!

You've only got one shot at this.

Let me guess - because of some ancient magic law

that only lets you see into the future once?

Nah, we're out of blueberries.

Now...

Urgh!

Wow, it worked!

So, this is the future, huh?

Some things haven't changed -

Torquil still eats like a pig in a pie eating contest.

Er, the carrot cake soon wears off you know.

Sorry!

OK, proof that Frenchy does well, proof that Frenchy does well...

A trophy!

For swimming!

With Frenchy's name on it - she did it!

Hey, is that me?

Huh, so that's what the back of my head looks like. Cool.

But why do I look so annoyed?

Whoa, cheer up, Frenchy. You just won a trophy.

I hate you.

Pfft, like I'm bothered. Anyway, I hate you.

-Fine. So why don't you just leave?

-Don't worry, I am.

I've just seen something horrible!

-I heard! Torqiul eating.

-No, me and Frenchy! We were...

'Lulu! I need some help!'

Ah, there you are.

No, I'm not.

Well, I wasn't, but I am now.

Dad, I'm pretty sure this is against all of my human rights.

Come on, it's the promotion for the new pizza.

Uncle Mike, could you scratch my back?

I think it's my fish allergy.

Why would me and Frenchy say those things?

Wait! Perhaps she can't stand that her best friend is a pizza?

She can't see me like this!

Definitely something different about you.

New lip balm?

Wait!

Rabbit, are you sure this is the answer?

Why, do you think Torqiul should maybe be crinkle-cut?

Curly fried?

So you still wanna be friends?

-Even though I'm now half-girl, half-pepperoni?

-You're kidding!

After you looked into the future for me and saw I won the gala?

So, what else did you see?

What about an advertising campaign?

More edgy, more now... Digital!

A web ad! Chip could film it, he's got the equipment.

Nah, we don't need some fancy web advert, not when we've got - voila!

20p off coupons!

Er...

Nothing bad happens in the future, nuh-uh.

Certainly...no arguments.

Um, the important thing is that you do well.

And I'll be right there cheering you on.

COOKIE GIGGLES

Ah, you kill me.

This must be it, I'm so busy handing these out, that...

I miss Frenchy's big swim and then we end up arguing.

I need something to help Dad sell his pizzas better himself,

so that I don't have to dress like one.

But you can't change the future. It's destiny.

What you saw will happen.

Lulu Baker can shape her own destiny.

With a recipe!

Please?

Let's see, er...

Now, this isn't just any spoon.

This gives the person who uses it the gift of the gab.

Get your dad to use this

and he'll be able to sell his fishy pizza to anyone.

Dad, looks like you could use a spoonful of, um...

ice cream!

-Come along, Norman.

-Yes.

Thanks, er, but, er,

this couple at table five have got "I love fish-and-chip pizza"

written all over them.

Psst!

Don't leave that lying around!

That spoon is powerful magic.

What?

Have I got ice cream round my mouth?

COOKIE SIGHS

Whoa!

Wow!

They didn't want my pizza either.

I'd have better luck selling broccoli.

Leave it to Minty, bunny-features.

Sir, madam.

I know what you want.

You want a fish-and-chip pizza.

BOTH: We want a fish-and-chip pizza.

With a side order of coleslaw.

BOTH: With a side order of coleslaw.

And...some of those...er...

long pickle things.

BOTH: And...some of those...er... long pickle things.

Ha-ha-ha.

BOTH: Ha-ha-ha

How did you do that?

It's a gift.

Torquil, have you done your homework?

Nah.

SHE WHISPERS

I want to learn about history.

Frenchy?

Looks like I can come to the gala after all.

Well, Cookie gave Minty this magic spoon

and it gave her the gift of the gab,

and now, she can sell pizzas to anyone!

Yeah, great!

See ya.

Excuse me? Who gave it to her?

MIKE GROANS

My head's gonna pop, darling.

Take them, wash them, put pizzas on them.

See what happens when you leave a magic spoon lying around?

If we're busy, I won't have time to go to the gala

and that'll cause the row.

SHE SIGHS How long's Minty gonna be like...

this?

Hmm.

Well, what am I gonna do?

Get a new best friend?

Ooh! I could give it a spin!

Yeah, maybe you're right.

SHE MOUTHS

This is amazing.

It's the most we've ever taken in a day.

But don't you yearn for something more, Michael?

I do. I'm wasted just selling pizzas in one little cafe.

Yeah. Yeah, you're right.

Tomorrow, start pushing the haggis ravioli.

Oh, you don't understand!

I need to make the sale.

I crave a bigger challenge.

Porridge.

BELL RINGS

It's a good luck basket!

Oh, thanks. But, how did you know my combination...

Combination number was 3333? Cos it's your favourite number.

-It's even number three on my list.

-List? What list?

"100 Things Only a True Friend Would Know About Frenchy."

"Number one - Frenchy can't stand kiwi fruit."

You won't be finding any of that in the box.

"Number two - Frenchy's favourite sound is a jar opening.

-"Number three - Frenchy's favourite..."

-Why are you...?

-Shh!

"..Frenchy's favourite number is three. Number four..."

Sir, your meal, it's coming.

Ladies, I haven't forgotten about your pizzas.

What's this?

"Globo Burger?"

-HE SNIGGERS

-Globo Burger?

"The world's new, number one, fast food chain?"

Blah, blah, blah...

"Looking for new sales persons to start a new operation in...

"South America"?

It's the challenge I've been looking for.

You wanna sell hamburgers... in Ecuador!

-That's crazy!

-Michael.

Bunny,

I know what you want.

You want to move to Peru and sell hamburgers with me.

I want to move to Peru and sell hamburgers with you.

I rather thought you might!

"Number 38 - Frenchy still sleeps with her teddy, Mr Sleepy Night."

Enough, Lulu! Why are you doing this?

OK. I just wanted to show you what a great friend I am, because...

..I might not be able to make it to your gala

and if I don't, we might not be friends.

I know I said I saw you do well in the future but I also...

kind of saw us falling out.

Because you missed my gala?

-No way.

-Cookie says it's destiny.

I promise I won't shout at you if you can't make it.

Just...never speak to you again.

Kidding!

LULU SIGHS

Sorry, Cookie, me old chum, but this time I'm right and you're wrong.

Nothing can happen between today and tomorrow that will cause a rift

between me and Frenchy.

'Lulu!'

Ye-es?

'Can you come downsta-airs?'

Why-y?

'We're moving to South America!'

WHAT?!

I am NOT moving to South America.

I'd miss Frenchy and the cafe

and my hair not smelling of Globo Burgers!

For once, I agree with the lunatic. I'm not going.

There's nothing you can say to persuade me.

SHE WHISPERS

I want to sell chips in Chile.

Fancy moving to South America?

Can't, scared of flying.

SHE WHISPERS

I love to fly. Flying is the safest mode of transport.

Great. So...

Just leaves you, Lulu.

SHE WHISPERS

I want to do everything Minty just said.

Excellent. So after we sign the Globo Burger contract tomorrow,

we'll be ready to leave.

Now all we need is a good night's sleep.

You almost had me fooled then.

Hang on, I can't hear you.

-What are these earplugs made of?

-Treacle and gingerbread.

-Absorbs all sound.

-So, what did she say?

Well,

basically, that life as you know it will be over

-when they sign the contracts tomorrow.

-I need to stop her!

First things first, em,

You gonna eat those?

Eeew!

Can you see?

This is why we fall out.

My whole family are wearing ponchos!

This is the big emergency?

Of course it is!

I might be moving across the world!

Look, French, you should probably go to your gala.

We're still friends though, right?

Table 12, now! Your dad's about to sign the contract!

Lulu!

Yeah, well think about this, Dad. You don't want to do it!

Moving to South America to sell quarter pounders?

SO last year!

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Yes. Of course he does. We all do.

-I don't want to.

-Now, Lulu.

Cookie?

Earplugs.

Cookie!

COOKIE BURPS

Sorry, felt a bit peckish. Heads up.

Lulu?

Hola, Frenchy.

Are you feeling OK?

Muy bien. Ha-ha.

I came back. Helping to stop you moving away

is more important than some stupid gala.

Oh, that's all settled now.

Once Dad's taped the contract back together,

we're heading for the airport.

Spanish.

Er, Cookie? You around?

I don't think Lulu's quite herself.

Awesome powers of observation. Of course she's not herself!

-Tell me what to do! If you're here, give me a sign.

-Hello! I'm here!

Look, signs!

Oh, for crying out loud!

What trumps a magic spoon? A bigger spoon!

Cookie? Did you do this? Are you trying to tell me something?

Ask another stupid question

and you don't want to know where this is going.

Duh! Big spoon, bigger powers of persuasion.

I think.

Were you dropped on your head as a baby?

Lulu! You don't want to move to South America.

I don't want to move to South America.

No, I don't.

You have to persuade your family to stay.

Yeah, and just how am I supposed to...

Stop!

Dad, you don't want to move to Brazil.

Yes, I don't.

Minty, you're not really a bossy person.

No! That's JUST what I always tell people.

Ten, 20 times a day if I have to.

Chip, you don't want to go to Peru either.

Not cos you're scared of flying but...

cos you love it so much you want to stay in Britain and take lessons.

Yes. Thanks, Lulu, you're the wind beneath my wings.

Torquil. You'd sooner tidy my room than move to Argentina.

That seems unlikely...and yet strangely compelling.

As for you, Mr Businessman.

You want to quit Globo Burger and go into...

..organic vegetables.

Onions for everyone.

-Well done, Lu. I think that's everybody.

-Not quite.

I still need to persuade YOU to get to that gala and swim brilliantly.

And come back with a trophy.

Yeah. Yeah, you're right. Let's do this.

I thought you said Frenchy didn't want magic help.

I didn't give her any.

That was just me bigging up my best mate.

See you at the gala?

So glad we spontaneously decided not to go and sell burgers in Bolivia.

Or pizzas in Paraguay.

Right, come on, let's go.

Sir, madam. I know what you want.

You want two more fish-and-chip pizzas.

-I have never been so insulted in all my life. Come on, Norman

-Yes, dear.

One pizza to share? Between two? With a side salad, maybe?

Er... uh... oh.

Chip.

Do you think you can still make us that web advert?

Yeah, cool.

I can't understand it. You were brilliant at swimming.

And you were brilliant at cheering me on.

So why are we still destined to fall out

and say horrible things to each other?

There you are, my little stars.

What's going on?

We're filming the commercial.

Come on.

OK, Lulu here, Frenchy here.

Now, your character wants to eat here at Gina's. Yay!

Lulu, your character wants to eat at Globo Burger. Boo!

so now you're both having an argument. Here's your lines.

OK? Ready...

and...action.

You want to eat at crummy old Globo Burger? I hate you.

Here that, Lu? I hate you.

-Like I'm bothered. Anyway,

-I

-hate YOU.

-Fine! So why don't you just leave?

-Don't worry, I am!

THEY SCREAM

CUT!

No, no, no, no, no.

You're meant to be having an argument.

OK. Let's go again. Reset!

Do you think we ruined Minty's ad?

LULU GIGGLES

Slaughtered it, more like!

I hope you don't have the same fish allergy as Chip does. What a wimp.

Hey, he's just sensitive, OK? Shut up.

No...

..you shut up!

No. YOU shut up.

-No, you shut up.

-I'm so going to get you back for this.

Get me back? Have you seen what I'm wearing?

-At least you don't look like a fish!

-Shut up.

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