The crowd stared silently, unsure of how to react to the eccentric display. Baby Violet crawled to Maggie's side, rose to her feet, and began her own adorably wobbly shuffle, igniting a chorus of "oohs" and "ahhs". Blinded by camera flashes and robbed of the spotlight, Maggie retreated to the couch, where she flopped down next to her friends Andy and George, muttering critiques of her sister's sense of timing.

"Well, I thought your dance was really innovative," said Andy "I think there's a place for you in my next movie. We'll make it a musical."

Maggie perked up significantly, and embraced her friends in a colossal bear-hug. George struggled for air as he tried in vain to free himself. His frenzied squirming was no match for her strength. Breathing would have to wait.

"Thanks guys! You're the best! Let's go to my room and listen to music! I'll show you my new shoes! Do you want to see my new shoes? They're special edition Malibu Sports! They're dancing shoes! I was going to wear them in the house but then my mom said not to wear them in the house! Do you guys want some cake? LET'S GET SOME CAKE!"

Maggie launched into what her friends refer to as a "yak-attack". They had learned long ago that it was futile to interrupt her once she got going, and equally important to try and appear interested. If Maggie suspected that she wasn't being listened too, there was always the risk that she might start her story all over again, and no one wanted that.

They retreated to Maggie's room as she continued to chatter. She barged through the door and kicked aside the mounds of junk that littered her bedroom floor. Brushing aside a collection of empty candy wrappers, she created a small space for her guests to sit down.

"Oh! George!" Maggie remembered, "I have something for you…" She unearthed a dog-eared textbook from one of the cluttered piles, and handed it to George. He gasped in horror.

"My science book! It was…brand new…" he cradled the bedraggled text in his arms. It was slightly sticky.

Maggie shrugged. "You're welcome!"

Really, George should have known better than to lend Maggie anything. It wasn't the first time he had allowed her to borrow something, only to have it disappear into the vortex of her bedroom, or worse, her trash compactor of a backpack.

"Do you guys want some candy?!?"

Maggie now had her backpack resting in her lap, and was feverishly digging through it. Andy and George exchanged worried glances, as George held his science book a little tighter. It stuck to his shirt. Maggie pulled her arm out of the backpack, and presented them with a mangled bag of half-eaten Sour Gators.

"I'll pass thanks…" Andy replied, as George watched the ripped bag of Sour Gators trail sugar all over the floor and into her backpack, coating the contents in a thin layer of sour.

"I have to eat a lot of candy because I have low blood sugar!" Maggie confidently announced, before dumping the contents of the Sour Gators bag down her throat. Actually, her claim was entirely untrue. She had simply heard the ailment mentioned on a TV show the night before, and liked the sound of it. But Maggie had learned that if she spoke with enough conviction, people would believe anything… except George. His eyes narrowed as she spoke of her unfortunate condition.

"You don't have low blood sugar."

Maggie nodded emphatically.

"Yes I do! My doctor said there wasn't enough sugar in my blood and that I needed to put more sugar in it!"

George still wasn't buying it. He thought for a moment, then folded his arms across his chest.

"I've considered your explanation, and as a hypoglycemia sufferer myself, I remain unconvinced. I CHALLENGE!"

She gasped. George meant business.

As Maggie struggled to render some semblance of truth to her fabrication, a knock at the door interrupted her story, and she breathed a sigh of relief. Her mother poked her head into the room.

"Maggie, the party's winding down, would you like to say goodbye to our guests?"

Maggie sprung to her feet, startling her friends.

"Totally! I'm gonna do a goodbye dance! They can't leave before I do my goodbye dance! LET ME GET MY DANCING SHOES!!!"

Andy and George wisely moved aside as she grabbed her brand new dancing shoes and raced out the door, leaving a cloud of sugar dust blossoming in her wake.