Jen heard your scream from her room. "I'm coming, Billy!" she called. You wrap the towel around your waist as Jen opens the bathroom door. "What's the mat-----ter," she stuttered as she saw you.
"I'm still a dog! I'm still a dog!" you scream. "I just scrubbed for 20 minutes and I'm still painted as a dog! What am I going to do? Am I stuck as a dog forever? How am I gonna go to school like this? How am I supposed to go outside like this?" you explode.
"Oh no, Billy," said Jen. I have a couple of things I can try. Go sit in the tub." As she left the room to get supplies, you quickly pulled your shorts on and sat in the bathtub. Jen walked back in. "This is makeup remover," she said. "I'm going to try this first because it can remove the toughest makeup." She poured some onto your arm and scrubbed; after 30 seconds she looked at the spot on your arm. "Wow, that did nothing. Let's try nail polish remover, that should chew through it." She tried the polish remover; that didn't work either. "Ok, well, let's try straight acetone; I'm sure this will take it off." She rubbed a cloth soaked in acetone on your leg. When she was done, the paint was still there, not even smudged.
"I'm gonna be a dog forever!!!" you howled in despair.
"Billy, don't give up. I think Dan said something about 1 year when he was talking about turning you into a dog. I remember he said that the body paint was permanent, but only for ONE YEAR! At least you won't be stuck like this your whole life!"
"Yeah! Well how am I supposed to go to school tomorrow looking like this?" you ask her. "How am I supposed to go home and face my family?"
"Billy, I might have an idea," said Jen.