(open to Starchy preparing the cake, as if he's performing a medical operation) Delightful: Oh, the cake looks absolutely wonderful! Good work, Lord Starchbottom. Hmm, I don't think he heard me. I said, (yelling) GOOD WORK ON THE CAKE!!!! (Starchy loses his balance and lands on the cake) (cut to discussion) Delightful: After years of balancing books on her head, my dear friend, Princess Prettyhead, is graduating from Hoity-Toity Tech. They have quite rigorous curriculum. (The 7D have arrived in the castle, but something odd happend to them) Delightful: Oh no! The 7D: Oh no!