Mason: “Look Butters! Mom made this for you for the fair. You look dashing!”
Butters: “Moooooo!”
Mason: “Don’t be jealous Blanche! She made something for you too! Aren’t you stylin’!”
Blanche: “Why yes, Master Cordova, I do look very stylish in this, if I may say so myself. Please tell Josette that I said thank you very much! I shall wear this proudly.”
Butters (muttering): “Suck up.”
Mari: “Dude! Look at us!”
Marc: “We can take care of ourselves now!”
Marc: “Cordova Club forever”
Josie: “Look at them, they’re practically grown.”
Jax: “I know, but I . . . “
Josie: “Let me guess . . . you have an idea.”
Jax: “Indeed I do.”
Josie: “Just give me one sec - Maci’s at the fair with Mason - I just want to text her real quick.”
Maci: “Mason, look at this! I just got the weirdest text from Mom.”
Mason: “Oh wow! What did you tell her?”
Maci: “I told her to decide for herself. Do you think I should have said no?”
Mason: “I don’t know, Mace. Isn’t four kids enough? Anyway, I need to go check on Butters. The prize results just came in.”
Mason: “Now Butters, you know that no matter what the judges say, I know that you are the best cow ever. Third place is better than fourth, right? And your milk took first, so you should be very proud!”
Josie: “Decision made!”
Mason: “Oh look, my first chick hatched! I'll name her Sweets.”
Maci: “This makes my second all-gold holiday. And Father Winter and I are such good friends now. I could age up to a young adult, but I don’t know. Maybe I should wait for Mason.”
Maci: “Mom! Watch out! That thing is sparking!”
Josie: “No problem. I can take care of that with a flick of my wand.”
Maci: “Oh wow! That was so cool. I wish I could do that.”
Josie: “Really? Because you can, if you really want to.”
Maci: “How? I’m not a spellcaster.”
Josie: “I can take care of that with a flick of my wand too. If you really want it.”
Maci: “Oh, I do! I really do!”
Josie: “Ascensiosa!”
Josie: “You have a lot to learn Maci, so I’m going to keep you under close supervision for a while.”
Maci: “Fine, Mom, but don’t you think this is a little too close?”
Mason: “Oh, you cute little rooster! I’m going to name you Drake.”
Mari: “I’m glad you rushed right over to become friends, Garrison, but could you show us your everyday outfit. That towel is . . . just not right for the occasion.”
Maci: “So, Mason . . . I know you started as the oldest, but I’ve done everything I need to do as a teen, and you still have things to do. I wanted to wait so we could celebrate our birthdays together, but now we’re out of vacation days and Dad’s already written us an excuse note. Now that I’m a Spellcaster, I want to spend my time on stuff more important than school . . . like learning spells and potions and having parties! You understand, right?”
Mason: “Sure, Maci, if you’re in a big rush to have gray hair before me, who am I to stop you? But let’s just have one more day - we can call in sick and spend the day together and then we’ll have your birthday party this evening.”
Mason: “Hannah, you know you’re my best girl! I have to go to school today. I tried calling in sick, but it didn’t work. I’ll see you right after school, and this weekend we go to the fair.”
Maci: “Whew! This could make a girl dizzy. But I love the confetti!”
Mari: “You are such a party girl!
Mason: “Hey Pierce! Here’s that cake you asked for.”
Maci: “Wow, do we really have the same birthday, or are you just doing this to keep up with me.”
Pierce: “I’ll never tell.”
Maci: “Thanks for coming to the park with me. I just need two more friends, one kid and one adult. There’s a kid I don’t know yet. Hey, is he staring at my mom’s butt?”
Maci: “Hey Kid! We can’t be friends if you’re going to be staring at my mom’s butt.”
Alfred: “What? No! I wasn’t staring at your mom’s butt. I would never do that!”
Mason: “Well this was unexpected! How exactly did I end up with two evil chicks? This little rooster chick hatched from a white egg a couple days ago and hasn’t shown red eyes until now.”
Mason: “Hey Watcher! You said an evil chick could only come from an obsidian egg. Do you have any Watcher friends who know more about this stuff than you? Because I’m beginning to seriously question your ability to guide me here.”
Watcher: “Check yourself son! The Watcher guide clearly says that chickens become evil by hatching from an obsidian egg, like Maleficent, or by consuming a midnight treat, which Drake has not done. Maybe I’ve just guided you so well that you have been able to accomplish something that no other Country Caretaker has been able to accomplish. What do you say to that?”
Mason: “Ummmm . . . It’s not Drake. I just renamed him. He’s Diablo now.”
Josie: “Who ever heard of giving such a sweet little baby a black bassinet?”
Jaxson: “I don’t know, but I think we should get him out of it right away.”