Clutching the wand and trying to cover his nakedness at the same time, Matt crept into the
next room, where the noise had come from. There, sitting around the dining table were
the DeSoto boys: Don, Bryan, and Brett. Matt gasped, surprised to see they were in the
house with all of this craziness going on. Then he cursed himself for gasping and drawing
attention to his naked self.
Only the boys didn't move.
Matt crept out of the room and grabbed the clothes that Paul had regressed out of. They
would be huge on him (Paul had been a burly adult), but they were better than nothing.
Quickly, he pulled them on (getting a bit hard to be wearing the clothes of such a hunk),
put the wand in the pocket, and went back into the dining room.
"Uh, hi guys," he said. He needed to figure out what the boys had seen and take that into
account when he made his decision on what to wish for.
But Don, Bryan, and Brett didn't look up at his approach or say a word.
"Uh, guys?"
No answer. Are they statues? Matt wondered. No, they were breathing. But what happened
to them? Did Paul make a wish on them?
"Guys? Don?" said Matt, stepping closer.
Don was eighteen and had just started college. His looks promised to mirror his father's
gorgeous appearance one day in the near future. Matt liked him the most. "Don, are you
all right?"
"Yes," said Don in a flat voice. Matt almost jumped out of his skin. He hadn't expected an
answer.
"Um, what happened?" Matt asked.
"Our father pointed a metal stick at us. He said he wished we would be very obedient from
now on. Then he ordered us to come in here and sit down, and we obeyed."
"Are you, uh, going to get up again?"
"Not without orders."
"And you'll do whatever you're told?"
"Of course."
Matt had to know one more thing. "And you'll do what *I* tell you?"
"Yes," said Don. "We are obedient."
Matt's mouth twitched. He couldn't believe his luck!
"OK, then I want you to . . ."