...there's a receipt right here. All we have to do is take this over to the store. I'm sure the owner will know how to undo this."
After a bit of nervous discussion and grudging agreement, the women packed up the game, along with the "new" game pieces. Before they put them into the box, each one couldn't help but pick up and look over the one that was her daughter. They were fascinated by the detail...each one looked exactly like her little girl had at 5 years old, except perfectly still, made of metal, and of course, tiny. "I have to tell you, girls," smiled Jenny's mom Darlene, "this is a lot more still than I was ever able to get Jenny when she was 5." The others laughed and then put the little girls into the box.
The Old Man watched the ladies approach his store. "Oh cripes," he thought to himself. "This can't be good." "Um...good day, ladies," he nervously greeted their glares, "What can I do to y...I mean for you?"
"You!" growled Kimmie's mom Samantha through gritted teeth, "I'll show what you can do!" She opened the box and took out the four young girl game pieces. "You can turn our daughters back to the way they were!"
"Oh my," the Old Man said. "That was quick. Um...I take it the girls forfeited the game."
"Well, actually..." started Tina, Kylie's mom.
"It doesn't matter," the Old Man interrupted. "There's nothing I can do. Ahem. They're part of the game now."
"What!"
"You idiot, Eunice!" shouted Samantha. "Our daughters are going to be game pieces forever now, thanks to you!"
"But I was only trying to help," sobbed Eunice.
"Listen, mister," said Darlene as she clenched the Old Man's lapels, "there has to be a way to change them back."
"But there isn't!" he stammered. "That game's magic is far too powerful!"
Samantha tackled Eunice into a shelf of wands, while Tina screamed and tried to separate them.
The Old Man screamed, "Oh no! Not the wands!" Darlene scowled, grabbed his beard, and turned his shocked face to face her own. "Alright. I want my daughter back and I want her back now!"
"Unhand me this instant, madam! OW! I already told you, it's out of my hands! Oh my goodness...not the potions!" he screamed as Samantha and Eunice crashed into another shelf, sending potion bottles crashing down all over the place. "AGHHHHH!" the Old Man wailed in horror. Also in pain, since the short-tempered Darlene had by that time dragged him by his beard over to the staircase leading to the basement. With one solid yank, she sent the aged proprietor, tumbling and grunting, down the steps, to crash to a halt upside-down at the basement door down below.
"Ohhhhh, you crazy bitch!" he groaned, "My back!" He raised his neck in pain, and glared in fury at the woman looking down on him wide-eyed, her hand over her mouth, from the top of the steps. He grabbed hold of his staff and painfully pulled himself to his feet, while the sounds of wrestling havoc upstairs had oddly changed.