A giant broccoli known as the Divine Tree grows in the middle of the city and looks down upon Seasoning City. It's time to fill out surveys about career paths at Salt Middle School and the students are filled with various feelings. While they all talk about their hopes and dreams, Mob can't seem to think of anything himself.
Look! There's clearly an evil spirit here!
!انظرا! من الواضح أنّه توجد روحٌ شرّيرةٌ هنا
Mach die Augen auf!
Da ist doch ein böser Geist aufgetaucht!
¡Miren! ¡Ya salió el espectro!
¡Mirad! ¡Ha salido el espíritu maligno!
Lo vedete?!
Quello è uno spirito maligno, è chiaro come il sole!
Olha! Claramente apareceu 
um espírito maligno!
Тут злой дух вылез!