Mary Mary wastes precious lunch minutes struggling to get out of (and then back into) her spring coat, and finally accepts defeat with a smile. I smile, also, at the sight of Mary Mary arguing with her spring coat.
Meanwhile, just down the block at Blueberry Hill, CV ditches her nice, nosy friends for a boy and dines on a teeth-friendly, extra-extra-carbs-&-sugar meal of waffles & whipped cream. (What, no ice cream? Have you retained nothing from Stretch's teachings?)
And Mrs. Smith spends her day sending girl-power spam to her friends. Thanks, Mrs. Smith!