(Theme Song)
(Starts at the Midway Elementary School exterior and shows the inside of it in the cafeteria with clubs to be joined.)
Ms. Keane: (Voice) Club Day sign-ups have now begun in the cafetorium.
Boy: Step right up and join the Auctioneers Club. We got one to pretend, to pretend to be a captain. (A boy raises a hand) Sold.
Girl: Come join the Cheese Club. We got cheese logs, cheese balls, cheese ham.
Morbucks: Welcome to the Money Club. Too poor, too poor, too poor.
Blossom: (Zips to Barry) I'm here to sign up for the Model UN Club. Dip that Norway.
Barry: Sorry. (Takes a wet floor sign that, instead, says CLUB CLOSED and puts it in front of Blossom, who is shocked despite having a small smile.) Sorry. It's closed.
Blossom: (Drops to the floor) NOOOOOOO! MY LIFE IS RUINED! RUIIIIIINED!
Bubbles: (She and Buttercup float over towards her) Blossom, we heard your overdramatic cry!
Buttercup: What's wrong, dude?
Blossom: The Model UN is closed. My entire career trajectory pinched on being Norway in the Model UN Club. (Sighs) Now I'm doomed to a life of local government.
Buttercup: It's not so bad, dude. Try to join another club.
Blossom: Another club?
Bubbles: This is the perfect day to try something new, Blossom. Who knows, you might just like it. (Zips away and comes back wearing a painter's cap holding a palette of paint colors and a paintbrush way behind from a painting club.) You can take Art Club with me and be an artist.
Blossom: Me? An artist? (Daydreaming thoughts as the Renaissance is shown) Artist, artist.
French Renaissance Bubbles: (Sitting on a chair as French Renaissance Blossom is making a painting) Might I move now, Madam Blossom? Me butt's getting sore.
French Renaissance Blossom: (Looking away from the painting at her) I told you, Squire Bubbles, you can move all you want. I'm not painting you, I'm painting the chair. (French Renaissance Bubbles sighs sadly and French Renaissance Blossom paints her name on the painting underneath the chair right next to it.) And done.
French Renaissance Bubbles: (Circling in awe) Amazing! (Other French Renaissance people come up and see this in awe as well)
French Renaissance Ms. Keane: Well, I say, that is the most beautiful painting of a chair I have ever seen.
French Renaissance Jared: If I were to grade this painting, I'd certainly give it a grade of the highest caliban. An A perhaps. (French Renaissance Blossom blushes, laughing)
French Renaissance Man: I want to put it in my fancy mansion.
French Renaissance Ms. Keane: I want to put it in my super fancy castle.
French Renaissance Orange Haired Boy: I say, what do we get for the chair painting? Let's start the bidding at two pence! (Everyone raises their hands as the camera switches over to French Renaissance Buttercup sitting in front of a wood barrel of mob weapons.)