As they hit the light of day and released each other from their death grips, they couldn't believe their eyes.
Josh and Tom were still women, only far older than they had been when they got on the ride.
Staring at each other they both gasped in unison.
"It's like I'm looking at your mothers," Ashley chuckled," only a bit heavier and add a few extra years."
The two women looked at each other, double chins and flabby fifty year old bodies, shredded clothing, and groaned.
"Well this just won't do either!" growled Tom as she fanned herself," and when did it get so warm?"
"Well, maybe if we just head on over to the house of mystery. It can't be much worse," grumbled Josh, as she tossed some stray gray hairs over her shoulder.
"Listen you two, you have got to get some clothing to replace those Rags you've got on."
"I don't care where you two go, but that fountain over there is just the thing to cool this gal down."
Against their common sense, they follow Tom up to and into the fountain.