A/N: So Sorry I haven't updated in a while! We got a new computer, and I couldn't remember where I left off with the story, until many months later, my dad got our old files on the new computer:-P.

"Tartoof! Stop daydreaming and come work out this quadratic equation." Shrieked Ms. Catherine, the senile algebra teacher of Prosper and Hornet's new school - Tartoof was a name Ms. Catherine had adopted for Prosper, since she could never remember his name. – The rest of the dormant class snickered as Prosper slowly walked up to the board, and basically scribbled unknown shapes and symbols all over the place. He didn't mean it as a joke, or to be funny, he was just not thinking straight.

"Very good, Tartoof!" said the teacher. The answer is "A hehehe." At this, the class gawked in disbelief.

"Thanks Ms. Catherine." Prosper was still in disbelief that he had managed to get the problem right without even trying, or thinking for that matter.

Later that day, Hornet, Prosper, and Bo were walking home from school together. Prosper had recovered from his lethargic state after listening to Hornet's grand scheme, or so he referred to it as.

"Prosper, isn't it a great idea though? Being in the talent show would be a good way for us to make friends, and besides that, we would be able to go back to the Star Palace!"

"Why does the school want to reopen the Star Palace though? There are plenty of other places in town. It just seems sort of, fishy, you know?"

"Yes, I do know what you mean, but the whole idea seems completely innocent. It's not like the principal plans to pull a "Phantom of the Opera" and live in hidden passageways below the Star Palace, is it?" She replied, in a biting, sarcastic way.

"Well, we don't know for sure…" Prosper trailed off.

"Anyway, I think we should compete in the talent show in an act. I'm not exactly sure what we could do, but it would be fun, wouldn't it?" Inquired Hornet.

"I guess. Go ahead and sign me up. But, I just have one question for you; why do you want to do this so badly? It doesn't seem like you at all Hornet."

"I know, but I was thinking about getting involved in extra activities, and them my friend Gena from Science suggested that I should perform in the talent show. That's all."

"Okay." Said Prosper. "Just don't make us dress up in pink too-toos, doing ballet." Joked Prosper.

"Oh darn it, I'll have to think of something else!" She retaliated.

Scipio, Marina, and Will had started walking through the streets of Venice, on their quest for the Carousel of the Merciful Sisters. Scio was not at all sure how he had ended up inviting Marina and Will to join him on his search, but he didn't mind the company.

"Where exactly are we going to go, Scip?" asked Marina.

Scipio thought for a moment before answering.

"Why don't we look for a sign? Something to show us where to go." Answered Scipio.

"Seems logical." Said Will.

"I'd do the same thing." Said Marina.

At that very moment, the two children, and one child rapped in an adult's body looked up in the sky to see a large plane writing the words, "Carousel of the Merciful Sisters on display at the Smithsonian Institute in New York City. From the 21st to the 25th!

"That will do." Said the three children at once.

Sorry this chapter is a little short. I just really needed to update. I plan on getting the next chapter up before my spring break ends. Thanks for all the reviews!