(Diaz household, still early Saturday)

"I-I don't understand sweetie."

A confused Mrs. Diaz sat back down on the couch, looking down at Star;

"Well the other day me and Marco were watching one of his space movies, and in it this cute little robot projected out what Marco said was called an uhm, what was it now...holoman, no wait hologram, and the hologram was of a blue lady asking this old wizard guy for help."

Star proudly displayed the album to Mrs. Diaz, who's confusion was rapidly becoming worry;

"Marco said it was like a recording made to look like an illusion, but you can touch even though you can't, I asked him more but then he went on a rant about midichlamians or something and blinking jars and I totally zoned out, but but but but..."

Mrs. Diaz held Star to try and calm her down;

"OK, Sweetie, take a deep breath and relax," said Mrs. Diaz still holding holding onto Star; "What does this have to do with my little Marco?"

Star calmed down in an attempt to explain her idea;

"I can use my wand to make a hologram of little Marco, I just need one of his pictures. I'm not strong enough to make it last forever but at least for a few hours, it will have all the memories that Marco had up to that point and look super duper real"," said Star, her eyes sparkling.

Mrs. Diaz looked at Star, she could tell she meant well, her huge smile radiating kindness like a tactical nuclear weapon does radiation, but she was unsure;

"Star, sweetie I don't know, are you sure it's not dangerous? And what would Marco think?" she asked with a slightly stern tone;

Star rubbed her chin with her wand, tapping her thought as she thought over her idea;

"I can take Marco to this place called the Amethyst Arcade for a while so he won't have to know...we've been there before its fun and he likes it"...I think its re-opened by now there was a...uh..incident a little while back that took place there but I think its all good now and the management didn't get a good look at us so I'm sure were not banned because of the explosion".

Mrs. Diaz eyes opened up wide;

"Wait, what?!" she asked confused.

Star gave a sly grin.

"Oh nothing," rambled Star; "I promise the hologram won't hurt anyone, its just an illusion and Marco won't know AND you can spend the day with your baby again, I promise as future ruler of Mewnie I wouldn't offer to do this if I thought it would set something on fire...again"

Star gave Mrs. Diaz her best puppy dog face;

"OK Star, I trust you," added Mrs. Diaz "Do your thing"

Star opened the photo album, found a picture of five year old Marco in his tiny red hoodie and pointed it out to Mrs. Diaz;

"oh I remember this day, she said in a soft voice. "It was his first day of Little tyke Karate lessons."

She put the picture down on the coffee table as Star raised her wand.

"MAGIC YO-YO YOUTH BLAST DO YOUR THING AND GIVE US THE PAST" shouted Star as she aimed her wand at the photo.

A bright light engulfed the room blinding both of the women, when it faded...there was nothing.

"I..I...I'm so sorry Mrs. Diaz," said Star sadly; "I thought I could do it."

"Oh sweetie," said Mrs. Diaz, hugging Star; "I know you meant well and its OK, I just need to remember, and with these photos I can do just that".

Star kept hugging Mrs. Diaz, she wished her own Mom was this gentle.

*

Marco is jolted awake. He practically falls from his bed.

"Ugh great my day is already off to a good start," he mutters. He could have sworn he heard Star yelling downstairs.

Half asleep, the drowsy Marco stumbles towards the bathroom, glancing over to the mirror.

His reflections is of himself but way shorter, his eyes open wide and realizes his clothes are far too lose on him;

"No No No No....."

Finally he manages to form a oddly adorable scream;

"STAR WHAT DID YOU DO!"