Dylan looked like he was 17, but he was 23, and a senior at Midvale College. He was the bane of Dean Dexter Riley's existence, and if he hadn't been a legacy, whose grandfather had endowed two academic chairs and built three buildings, well, if his grandfather hadn't, Dylan most likely would have been expelled six pranks ago. Dylan was always thinking about the next prank.
He'd seen an episode of the old Lawrence Welk Show on the television, and now was thinking of a prank involving bubbles, and eventually lots of foam. Something for the graduation ceremony. For some reason, he found himself in this out-of-the way shop filled with junk. Then he found the pink and white bubble wand. It would be the perfect prop. He grabbed it, and held it and grinned.
Deep in Hades' throne room, the winged pug-dog Cupid suddenly sat up and yelped. He ran around the empty throne room yapping and chasing his tail. His wand was in human hands again, and it was about to get really bad. Images of love foam filled his tiny dog-brain. He had to stop this. He chewed the leather leash that was tied to Hades' throne's leg. He tugged, and pulled. At last it came free, and Cupid flew up and over Cerebus, and across the river Styx and back into the world of men, but he was still a dog, albeit a winged one.