

The goat strutted into the cafeteria, tuxedo shining. "One pepperoni pizza, please!" he declared. Gabby giggled, "Goats don’t eat pizza!" Thunderpants frowned, "No pizza for goats!" But Gabby whispered, "I’ll help you, Mr. Goat." They hatched a plan, full of secret dance moves.

Gabby tossed trays; the goat flipped them. He moonwalked past mop buckets, Gabby cheering softly. "You’re amazing," she whispered, snapping a photo. Thunderpants stomped by, but the goat hid—quick! Kids peeked around corners, grinning. "Show us a dance!" they whispered eagerly.

Music boomed. The goat dazzled—leaping, twirling, tap-dancing on milk cartons. Kids cheered and filmed every move. Gabby clapped, "Go, Goat!" Then—SLIP! The goat flipped and bonked his head. "Game over?" Gabby gasped, worried.

Kids shared the video; everyone cheered for the goat. After a week, he returned—sparkly and stronger. Gabby smiled, "Ready for fame?" The goat bounced so hard, the floor became a trampoline. Even Thunderpants bounced and grinned. Everyone danced, ending with pizza and goat magic!