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Somebody's getting married! Frannie has the important job of flower girl in her best friend Elliott's mother's wedding, and Frannie's new dog is the ring bearer! As Elliott's mother plans her wedding, Frannie discovers her latest calling: Wedding Planner! Frannie and Elliott work together to make sure his mother has the best wedding day ever, but with Frannie involved, you can count on some wedding-day mayhem.
Frannie has been named principal for the day and she couldn't be more excited! To spend the whole day in an office?-with a desk, a copier, and swivel chair, no less?-is beyond her wildest dreams! Pretty soon all these office supplies are making her a little punchy, and before she knows it she's accidentally setting off the fire alarm, which is no small offense. But as principal of her own school, does she get to come up with her own punishment?
Frannie is in a mother-daughter fashion show! Mrs. Miller can't wait - but Frannie isn't as excited. Frannie feels that being a designer for the show would be much more workerish than modeling. But no one appreciates Frannie's fashion sense and she is quickly taken out of the show. But as neither a model nor a designer, can Frannie still find a way to shine?
Frannie's parents throw a party for Frannie with a fortune teller and Frannie finds her next new job: fortune teller, obviously! Frannie begins making up the fortunes of her friends at school and realizes that there is a difference between seeing the future and simply telling people what to do. After Frannie's customers start taking their fortunes too seriously by refusing to shower, do their chores, and even go to school, Frannie discovers that being psychic wasn't her hidden talent after all. And that is not an opinion!
When Frannie notices her aunt's dog limping, she sees it as her big break to be a vet, so it's off to the veterinarian's office, where she can showcase her doggy-diagnostic skills. But in true Frannie form, all she can pull off is a doggy disaster . . .
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