The two pre-teen boys moved about the empty pool hall, Lampwick leaning against an abandoned pool table while Pinocchio sat on a nearby chair. Each had a tankard full of alcohol and a few cigars nearby. “Huh!” Lampwick grunted, turning his back to Pinocchio and grabbing his tankard. “To hear that beetle talk... you'd think somethin' was gonna happen to us.”
The dirty-red haired boy took a large gulp of alcohol as Pinocchio watched on. Before the wooden boy could react, he watched in muted amazement as Lampwick’s ears turned pointed and shot upwards into a pair of brown hairy ears that twitched at every sound.
Lampwick hadn’t noticed, taking a loogy shot out of his buck teeth.
‘What!?’ Pinocchio looked at Lampwick’s tankard and then his own – lowering his slowly and sliding it away from him.
Lampwick grabs the abandoned pool stick beside him. “Conscience! Aw, phooey!” He bent over the pool table, stretching his soiled underwear and letting Pinocchio see the outline of his ass quite clearly.
Just as Pinocchio went to take a puff of his cigar, Lampwick shot a pool ball and at the same time, his underwear dramatically ripped above his tailbone as a brown tail ending in a tassel shot out. Pinocchio could now see the other boy’s exposed ass through the rip, brown hair slowly spreading outward from the tailbone.
This time Pinocchio looked at the cigar in his hand. ‘What am I smoking!?’ Horrified at the hallucination. He quickly threw the cigar away.
Lampwick turned back to him, self-righteous in demeanor. “Where's he get that stuff? How do you ever expect to be a real boy?” The red-haired preteen walked around the pool table, huffing every few seconds with indignation. Pinocchio followed the boy until Lampwick moved up to take a shot and Pinocchio briefly lost sight of his face.
“What's he think I look like?” Lampwick’s voice carried over.
Pinocchio watched in a mixture of horror, amazement, and amusement as the brown hair from the other’s ass spread up in a solid line, following the red-haired boy’s spine, to where his hair would presumably be.
Then Lampwick lifted his head back up and faced Pinocchio. “A jackass?” And, indeed, the other boy’s face now resembles that of a male ass. His red hair was gone, replaced with a thick mane of dark brown, while the rest of his skin had been covered in a short layer of coarse fur. His buck teeth were even more pronounced, having grown and turned yellow.
Pinocchio couldn’t help it, it was the funniest thing he’d seen all night. The wooden boy stood up from his chair and started boisterously laughing, to the confusion of Lampwick. “You sure do! Ha-ha-ha, haw, hee-haw!” Pinocchio brayed at the end, his mouth forcing the unnatural sound out of his vocal cords.
Lampwick couldn’t let it go, he moved to Pinocchio jubilantly. His near naked frame now coated in a fine layer of sweat. “Hey, you laugh like a donkey. Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-hee-haw!” The joy was wiped from the donkey-headed boy in a second, and he quickly covered his mouth in terror. “Did that come outta me?” Lampwick asked Pinocchio, seriously confused and slightly scared.
Pinocchio couldn’t only silently nod his head in affirmation.
Lampwick suddenly took note of how he could see his muzzle and used his still human hands to feel it. “Oh!” He then moved his hands slowly up his head as he felt the new weight of his donkey ears. “Huh?” Finally, he slid them up the ears themselves, feeling the coarse fur all the while. “What the-? What's going on?” He said, sounding more and more worried.
Pinocchio could do nothing but watch.
Lampwick turned and ran to a nearby mirror, briefly looking at his reflection. “Yaaaaghhh!” The boy screamed, seeing the animal head that has overtaken him. “I’ve been double-crossed!” He shouted, losing all sense of rationality, running about in a craze. “Help! Help! Somebody, help! I've been framed! Help!” He continued, his body now flushed with panic.
Pinocchio is watching this, just as scared as Lampwick. The transforming boy turns to him and quickly falls on his knees before Pinocchio, begging. “Please, you gotta help me. Oh, be a pal. Call that beetle. Call anybody!” He cries.
Pinocchio gasped and backed away, watching as the skin on Lampwick quickly turned into brown fur – covering him. The boy, still kneeling, looked at his hands as they involuntarily turned into fists before darkening into hooves.
“Mama! Maaaaaamaaaaaaaa!” The boy gives on final cry as the changes wash over him quickly. All skin has been replaced with fur and the boy’s body forcible bends into a quadrupedal position. His human voice deepened and turned guttural, before ending in brays. “Hee-haw! Hee-haw! Hee-haw! Hee-haw!”
The donkey, formerly Lampwick continues to panic and the only article of clothing remaining on him shreds into pieces, leaving only a pure donkey behind. “Hee-haw! Hee-haw! Hee-haw! Hee-haw!” The beast destroyed the pool hall in its craze.
[Suddenly the film cuts out]