Buster then headed back to rehearsals.

"Ten-hut!" Miss Crawly shouted and everyone stood at attention.

"Whoa," Buster said.

"Welcome back, Mr. Moon, sir," she greeted like in the army.

"Uh, thank you, Miss Crawly. Oh, and I have something for you," he said, giving her back her glass eye.

"Thank you, Mr. Moon, sir," Miss Crawly saluted.

"All right, you can ease off the attitude now," Buster told her.

"Oh, oh, yes, yes," she nodded, returning to normal.

"So, any luck with Clay Calloway?" Gunter asked.

"Shh! Not yet. But if anyone can convince him, it’s Ash, so..." Buster whispered.

"Got it. And Jamie and I totally came up with a great ending for the show," Gunter said.

"That's great," Buster smiled happily then told everyone else, "All right, folks, tomorrow, we have our first run-through, so let’s get this show in shipshape shape."

Through the rehearsals, everything went well. Even the last minute things Buster, Gunter, and Jamie came up with were going well. Then it was time for a full dress rehearsal, Porsha in a spaceship.

"And cue Porsha," Buster instructed.

The spaceship then opened and she came out.

"Captain’s log. I must take care, for I have landed on the Planet of War," Porsha said flatly.

"Ooh. Okay, so let’s just hold it right there, folks. Uh, everyone, take five," Buster informed.

"What the heck is a captain’s log, anyway?" Porsha wondered.

"Um, Porsha, can I have a word?" Buster requested.

They went in the back to talk.

"Porsha, you know I truly believe that this show, i-it…it’s close to being fantastic, maybe even perfect," Buster started.

"Thank you," Porsha said.

"Y-Yeah, yeah, but-but, see, to make it the best it can be..." he replied, took a deep breath, then continued, "well, I got to make some changes."

"Uh-huh," she nodded.

"Like…uh…I have to give the lead role back to Rosita," Buster said quickly.

"What?!" Porsha exclaimed.

"I’m just offering you the opportunity to switch roles with…" he tried to say.

"You’re firing me?!" she yelled.

"No, I-I’m not firing you," Buster answered.

"Oh, wait till my dad hears that you fired me!" Porsha shouted, heading for the door.

"But I’m not firing you. Please, wait!" he said, trying to stop her.

She stopped and asked, "Oh, my gosh. You all hate me, don’t you?"

"No, no, no, we don’t hate you. We all think you’re terrific!" Buster told her.

"Well, I don’t care if you hate me!" Porsha remarked, marching down the stairs.

"Please stop!" he begged, following her.

"You and your stupid, stupid sky-fi show can go to heck!" she yelled, going for the door.

"Porsha, stop. Wait!" Buster pleaded, she slammed the door, then mumbled, "Oh, I am one dead koala."

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A/N Big oof.