"Fiddle-dee-dee!"

“It’s nice for just us three girls to spend some time together,” says Lily, relaxing with Beth and Kitty in their special hidden swimming spot in the Waxford Woods. “Sitri’s great, of course, but we couldn’t do this with him around.”

“No way,” says Kitty, who’s floating on her back. The sun shines down through the trees on the still, idyllic pond, surrounded by ancient oaks and maples. All three girls are skinny-dipping, their clothes hidden in their special secret place within a hollow log. “It’s nice to do something like this without having to worry that some, I don’t know, supernatural entity is going to come along and like, teleport us into the middle of town.”

“Ugh,” says Beth, treading water. “Don’t even say it.”

“Fiddle-dee-dee, girls!”

“What?”

On the beach at the edge of the water, a leprechaun is dancing a jig. He holds their clothes high up in the air for them to see and says “You’ll have to catch Dancin’ Sweeney if you want these back, girls! Fiddle-dee-dee!”

“I HATE MAGIC! AAUUGGH!”