The Magic School Bus -

As the kids filed out, Ms. Frizzle leaned out the window. "Remember, class: Take chances, make mistakes, and get messy!"

"Please let this be a normal field trip," Arnold groaned, sinking into his seat.

"We’re in a Stellar Nursery!" Carlos shouted, punning immediately, "Talk about a 'starry' eyes view!" The Magic School Bus

As the light faded, the class looked back. A brand-new sun was shining, surrounded by a ring of debris that would one day become planets.

Suddenly, a blinding flash of light erupted. The "New Star" had ignited. The shockwave sent the bus spinning through the vacuum like a dandelion seed in a gale. Liz the lizard held on for dear life, her tiny goggles fogged with steam. As the kids filed out, Ms

The bus shrunken down until they were weaving between microscopic ice crystals and massive boulders of iron. They watched as gravity began to pull the swirling gas into a tight, hot ball. The bus groaned under the pressure, the metal glowing dull red.

Ms. Frizzle tapped her chalkboard, her earrings—miniature glowing nebulas—jingling with every movement. "Class, today we aren't just studying history," she beamed, her dress patterned with shifting tectonic plates. "We’re going to be part of it!" "We’re in a Stellar Nursery

They weren't in Walkerville anymore. They were drifting through a sea of violet gas and golden dust.