Melony was sleeping in bed like a snoring angel.  She tossed and turned in bed with her moehog, her wocky, her chomby, and her kougra.  Finally she opened her eyes and, still half-asleep, took a look at her clock.  It said 8:20.

She was about to go back to sleep when a fact registered in her sleepy brain: School started at 8:30. 

Melony jumped out of bed and shouted, "I'm going to be late for my first day of school!"

She dashed into her closet and came out wearing her average outfit: her Moehog Fan Guild gear.  She stuck a pop tart, with a picture of Pop-Tart on it, into her toaster.  Piling her school supplies into her backpack, which had Moehogs all over it, she stuffed her feet into her shoes. Then her pop tart popped out and she ate it as she dashed out the door.

Melony ran halfway to school.  Then she started to walk.  When she got to school, she was twenty minutes late.

"What a way to start my school year," Melony snapped sarcastically to nobody in particular as she slumped into her seat.

He opened the neomail.  A pair of red eyes stared at him from the screen.  It shouldn't've startled him (he saw a similar sight in the mirror every morning) but it did.  Then he figured it out.  "Ah, it's you. I didn't know you could use neomail this way."

"Now you know," snapped the Chaos Faerie.  "And your attack on the track failed.  What are you going to do now?"  She faded out before he could answer.

Sloth frowned angrily.  "Maybe I should go back to handing out transmogrification potions to the passers-by," he grumbled.

"Good idea," said a voice from behind him.  Sloth turned to see Sailor Chia leaning on the doorframe.  "Shouldn't you be out doing something?" he asked rudely.

"I am giving myself a break," Sailor Chia replied. "Besides, I don't have anything to do."

"So send a Grunka to the school or something. You need to keep yourself occupied."

So Melony sat down with somebody with hair as cool as hers, cause she figured she was a popular kid.  They started talking.  The girl (who happened to be Leslie) lent Melony some NeoPoints for a milkshake and a hamburger.  As they chatted, Melony reached for her milkshake, but the cup that appeared in her hand was the Sacred Chalice.  Out popped a blue and orange wand.

"Oops, sorry, is this yours?" she asked. "Here, have it back."

"No, keep it," Leslie replied, her voice a mixture of Wocky Wonka sarcasm and astonishment. "It might come in handy."

"Thanks." Melony reached for her milkshake again. She got it this time, but as she started to take a drink, she realized it was empty. "Can I borrow a few more NeoPoints? I'm still thirsty."

Suddenly a tall Grunka pushed its way into the cafeteria. It smashed one of the drink vending machines and the students started getting up and running away. "I-I'm not so thirsty anymore," Melony admitted.

She started to join the fleeing crowd, but Leslie held her back. "Stay here," she directed. "I told you the pen would come in handy." Checking to make sure that the cafeteria was deserted by now, she held up a green and yellow wand. "Do what I do. Lupe Neo Power, Make Up!"

Melony sat shocked as she saw Leslie turn into the heroine Sailor Lupe. She shook herself out of it and held up her own blue and orange pen, then yelled at the top of her lungs, "Moehog Neo Power, Make Up!"

Little stampeding Moehogs surrounded Melony, forming on her a blue and orange outfit identical to Leslie's, with a short skirt, sailor collar, and bows. As her transformation finished and she emerged as Sailor Moehog, Melony looked down at her outfit. A single word came to mind.

Ewww.

"There's only one Grunka," Sailor Lupe noted.  "This is great! You can practice your attack on it."

"What's my attack?" Sailor Moehog asked.

"Concentrate and it'll come to you."

Sailor Moehog was at a loss. She clutched her wand and stepped forwards, and the wand brushed against a forgotten hamburger. With a little shimmer of light it turned into a Moehog Hoof Pad.

Suddenly she knew what her attack was.  Snatching up the hoof pad and fastening it to her boot, she shouted "Moehog Kick!"

As she shouted her attack, Melony delivered a bone-crunching kick to the Grunka. It staggered back, then grinned triumphantly and held up a Red Scorchstone. It glowed bright crimson and the Grunka stood up again.

"What do Scorchstones do again?" asked Sailor Lupe.

"Lots of stuff. Red Scorchstones heal the owner twenty health points. But they only work once per battle."

"So she can't try that trick again. Good. Lupe Lunge!" Sailor Lupe sent a pair of huge green Lupe paws at the Grunka, who staggered again, but invoked the Red Scorchstone a second time. "Hey! How did she do that?"

"Well, this isn't exactly a regular battle," Sailor Moehog pointed out.

"Hey! Lupe!" called a voice from the cafeteria doors. There stood Sailor Zafara, Sailor Acara, Sailor Shoyru, and Sailor Usul. "Need some help?" called Zafara.

"Yeah. This should be easy except the Grunka's got a Red Scorchstone."

The four sailors advanced and attacked one by one: "Acara Tumble!" The Grunka used the Scorchstone. "Usul Bite!" Scorchstone. "Zafara Flame!" Scorchstone. "This won't help here, but Shoyru Hover!" Sailor Shoyru grew huge wings that didn't do much. "Moehog Kick!" Scorchstone. "Lupe Lunge!" Scorchstone. "Time Out!"

"What?" asked all five sailors.

"I said Time Out," said Sailor Moehog. "Huddle!"

The Grunka didn't like it when time outs were called. She groaned, folded her arms, and waited patiently for the girls to finish talking.

"Basic Battledome principles," Moehog explained to the others. "If you can take them down five and they can heal themselves five, you get nowhere. But if you can take them down ten, you win. All we have to do is destroy the Grunka before she can heal herself. That means we have to do more damage at one time. Everybody attack at once."

The sailors pulled out of their huddle and prepared their attacks. "Moehog..." "Acara..." "Lupe..." "Usul..." "Zafara..." Then they unleashed them together: "KickTumbleLungeScratchFlame!" The Grunka was reduced to a pile of ashes before she could use her Scorchstone again.