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In the lantern-lit school courtyard at dusk, Sara salutes Vidyut, who wears a swirling vampire cape, while colorful balloons bob above and paper lanterns cast warm orange light.
Lanterns glowed at Hill Spring International School, and balloons bobbed happily. “Ready, Captain Sara?” Vidyut swished his vampire cape. “Ready, Count Vidyut!” Sara saluted. They couldn’t wait to see the Giant Pumpkin.
Inside a festively decorated hallway under bright ceiling lights, Sara gasps and reaches forward as a golden, glitter-dusted pumpkin rolls past; behind her Vidyut, in vampire cape, points urgently while distant parade drums vibrate balloons on the walls.
Drums thumped, and then—whoosh!—the painted pumpkin wobbled free. It rolled down the hallway like a golden comet. “The parade!” Sara gasped. “After it!” shouted Vidyut, becoming a Pumpkin Detective.
In the brightly lit Art Room filled with easels, Kiaan stands at a table painting a green monster mask, smiling, while Sara kneels near glittery smudges on the floor and Vidyut aims his magnifying glass toward sparkling footprints.
They followed glittery smudges into the Art Room. Kiaan, painting monster masks, waved. “Something round zoomed by!” he said, dabbing green. Sara smiled, “Thanks, Kiaan!” Vidyut pointed, “More sparkles—this way!”
Outside on the windy playground at midday, Krishaay pauses mid-dribble beside swirling leaves, pointing toward the slide, as Sara and Vidyut watch attentively; rusted swings creak behind them under cool autumn sunlight.
Outside, swings squeaked and leaves swirled. Krishaay dribbled, then blinked. “I saw a shiny pumpkin roll past the slide!” he called. “Great eyes, Krishaay,” said Sara. Vidyut traced glitter toward the corridor.
Indoors near the snack table brightened by fluorescent lights, Rudaev, holding a cracker, points past rows of apple-juice cups that glimmer amber; Sara leans forward nodding, and Vidyut grins, cape swooshing beside orange paper plates.
They zoomed to the Snack Table, where cups of apple juice sparkled. Rudaev pointed with a cracker. “It rolled that way—toward the garden gate!” Sara nodded. Vidyut grinned, “Detectives, onward!”
In the dimly lit Music Room lined with drums and cymbals, Varun lowers his microphone, whispering, while Sara peers toward an open doorway where glitter drifts on afternoon sunlight; Vidyut crouches, tracking the sparkling trail with a notebook.
They peeked into the Music Room. Varun sang, “La-la-la,” then paused. “I heard a roll and saw glitter blowing outside,” he whispered. “Thanks, Varun,” said Sara. The clues twinkled toward the school garden.
Behind a leafy garden bush under bright daylight, Sara freezes as a small forest sprite holding a sparkly wand pops up giggling, a paintbrush in her other hand; Vidyut, wide-eyed, clutches his cape beside the rolling pumpkin.
Behind a bush, something tiny giggled. A forest sprite popped up, holding a paintbrush and a sparkly wand. “I borrowed the pumpkin to practice a glow spell,” she admitted. “Then it rolled away—sorry!”
Outside near a long painting table shaded by afternoon trees, Sara and Vidyut carefully wipe grass from the dented pumpkin while a small forest sprite holding a sparkly wand steadies it, sunlight dappling their focused faces.
Sara laughed gently. “It happens,” she said. Vidyut swept off his cape. “Teamwork time!” The sprite smiled. Together they carefully wiped grass from the pumpkin and carried it back to the painting table.
In the bustling Art Room under warm ceiling lights, Sara dots bright stars, Vidyut brushes bold moons, and a small forest sprite holding a sparkly wand paints glowing lightning bolts across the giant pumpkin resting on newspaper-covered desks.
Sara dotted bright stars. Vidyut brushed bold moons. The sprite painted glowing lightning bolts that zigzagged like music. “Beautiful!” Varun cheered from the doorway. Everyone stepped back, admiring the sparkly, smiling pumpkin masterpiece.
Inside the dimmed hallway, the giant pumpkin sits center stage while a small forest sprite holding a sparkly wand whispers beside it, releasing golden light; Sara watches open-mouthed and Vidyut claps, lanterns reflecting the warm new glow.
The sprite raised her wand and whispered, “Glow, friend, glow.” A warm light blossomed, brighter than lanterns. “Wow!” breathed Sara. Vidyut clapped. The pumpkin shimmered safely, ready for the parade to begin.
On the moonlit school lawn, Sara and Vidyut march up front pushing the glowing pumpkin cart, confetti swirling in floodlights, while a small forest sprite holding a sparkly wand waves to cheering classmates behind rope barriers.
Back at school, drums boomed and confetti fluttered. Sara, Vidyut, and the sprite marched up front. Krishaay, Kiaan, Varun, and Rudaev waved. “The Giant Pumpkin is saved!” everyone cheered, dancing around its glow.
At the gate bathed in pink sunset, a small forest sprite holding a sparkly wand drifts upward on golden sparkles, waving goodbye; Sara smiles beside Vidyut, the softly glowing pumpkin illuminating their relieved faces against deepening sky.
As sunset painted pink clouds, the sprite waved goodbye, leaving golden sparkles drifting. “Thank you, friends,” she whispered. Sara grinned at Vidyut. “Best. Halloween. Ever.” Their glowing pumpkin led the way home.
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