The talent show was still two weeks away. This should be plenty of time, but where was Gazoo?
After school that same day, Fred started the process of trying to reach out to Gazoo, yelling the alien's name every chance he got when he was alone. One time Fred wasn't careful enough, and his mom asked Fred why he was yelling about kazoos.
The following day, Fred and Barney rendezvoused at their tree. The conversation quickly turned to the upcoming talent show and the potential Gazoo held to help them steal the show.
"We could do some incredible magic trick," Fred suggested, his eyes shining with anticipation. "Something that would be impossible without Gazoo's help. Imagine, Gazoo could make objects disappear, levitate, or change shape. The audience would be completely amazed."
Barney, on the other hand, was skeptical. He appreciated Fred's enthusiasm but was worried about the implications of relying too heavily on Gazoo's powers.
"I don't know," Barney said, scratching his head. "If we use Gazoo for everything, is it really our talents on display? And what happens if Gazoo doesn't show up in time? We've got nothing else prepared."
Fred shrugged off Barney's concerns. "It'll work out, you'll see. Gazoo is just as invested in this as we are, if not more. Plus, he owes us, remember?"
Their discussions about the talent show continued, but Gazoo remained elusive. Fred's sporadic callings seemed to fall on deaf ears. But they didn't lose hope. Each time they met at their tree, they planned and replanned their act, ever hopeful that Gazoo would show up in time to help.
As the days passed, the boys grew more anxious. Other students were practicing their acts, but Fred and Barney were still waiting on Gazoo. They couldn't practice their act, couldn't finalize anything until Gazoo made an appearance. The clock was ticking, and their excitement started to morph into nervousness.
Barney couldn't help but worry, "What if Gazoo doesn't show? We'll be the laughing stock of the school."
Fred, while also anxious, tried to keep a positive outlook. "Gazoo will come. He promised to help us when he could. We just have to be patient."
So, they waited and hoped, their dreams for the talent show hanging on the arrival of their tiny green friend. Saturday rolled around, and still no sign of him. They decided to engage in their usual Saturday routine, and bike on over to the high school.
