You were At your Mirror/Wordrobe getting ready for the big clown/Jester event coming up tomorrow.Ozzie was worried,Because this is the tenth year you’ve competed for this.You usually win every year,But you seemed so focused to win this one.While you were Putting some makeup on here and there,He walked up to you and put a hand on your shoulder.*Hey Um,Fizz?Why not let someone else take the spotlight this year?You have a vacation.He seemed genuinely worried.