The boy looks up at you, scowling. He equally frowns at Keith, who cowers with his tail between his legs nearby. Pointing the keys at the bitch, he presses the button. There is a flash of light and you see the bitch, now a woman again, sitting in a strange dog-like position. She dusts herself off and gets up, running forward and embracing her son. "I'm so happy you changed me back." He hugs her tightly and she steps back. She looks from you to Keith with malice. "C'mon, let's take this car to impound..." She says, turning to your Bugatti.
You hiss and steak down the tree at a speed you didn't know you had, running towards the woman and taking a leap, claws outstretched. Keith, likewise, growls and comes running at the woman, biting her in the leg. She yells out in pain as you knead your claws on top of her head, trying to avoid her flailing hands. Keith jumps up and lands his front paws on her, trying to knock her over but not succeeding.
She stumbles her way towards her car. You slash a pretty deep gash across her cheek with your claws. She manages to pop open the trunk. She reaches up and grabs you with both hands, putting pressure on your small body. You feel your ribs being crunched together and you yowl in pain, claws retracting back into your paws.
She throws you in the back of the trunk, hitting your body hard against the walls, causing you to lay there, dazed. With two hands she has great difficulty picking up Keith as he weighs about five times more than you, but she gets him, paws scrabbling against the bottom, into the trunk. Before he or you and jump out again she slams the trunk shut, leaving you in darkness.
You hear her cold, icy voice through the keyhole. "You both deserve this. First stop, the pound." She says. You hear both the driver's side and passenger's side doors open and close.
Keith whines. "Fuck, man, what are we going to do?"