Unicorm Day 2025

Unicorm Day had finally arrived, and the boys were buzzing. Backstage, glitter swirled through the air like enchanted confetti, and the scent of berry-glazed cupcakes wafted from the prop table. Each of the brothers wore their unicorn best—white capes, gold-tipped horns with a flourish of purple fluff, they could barely contain their glee. Fish, who had been hoarding a tiny stash of edible glitter for just this occasion, declared it the “cheesiest magic day eber” and tucked a cupcake into his satchel—strictly for post-curtain analysis, of course.

Waffles was especially pleased wiff the way they looked. “We are luminous. We are—dare I say—legendairy.” He took mental notes to rate the lighting and sparkle balance for the upcoming show. Meanwhile, Reuben helped smooth everyone’s horns and made sure the capes weren’t tripping hazards. He quietly set out fruit slices and crusty bread as a calming pre-show ritual while humming the opening bars of the first number.

Barry, his horn slightly askew, bounced nervously in place. “Okay. Okay. We’re rats. We’re on stage. We’re unicorms. We’re rat-unicorms. Dis is bold. Dis is wild. Dis is—wait, is that glitter on my headset?!” He looked to Baxter, who stood tall and was summoning the spirit of the unicorns, the purple fluff of his horn catching the spotlight. “Brothers,” Baxter declared, “tonight, we beliebe. We beliebe in magic, in unicorms, and in eberyone wiff a dream.”

The crowd would never know what hit them. Unicorm Day was about to become the most legendary performance in Baxter Wiff a B history.