Ty thought a bit, and realized that the trouble with the three bears was that they were so average, or a bit above, and if still average, they'd go back to their old tricks, even if they remembered what had happened to them.
So he wished that for every "Y'know" Bambi spoke, the old curse would go off for each of the guys, but in reverse, until they finally got wise and ditched her.
"Y'know, that was so weird, like, y'know?" Bambi blathered. "Y'know how like, you were getting all short, and Brandy was acting like a, y'know, baby?"
As she said that, Brenton grew 4/10ths of an inch, Biff grew four pounds of muscle, and Brandon mentally became a bit more mature.
"Weird," Biff agreed.
Bambi continued to chatter, commenting on how Biff was buffing up, Brenton was growing, and Brandon was sound more like, y'know, mature, until by the end of lunch, Biff had gained two hundred pounds of muscle, Brenton was seven-foot-nine, and Brandon was looking incredibly serious as he said, "Her vocabulary! Each utterance of that damnable elocution is causing changes of Brobdignagian proportions!"
"What?" asked Brenton, looking incredibly awkward with his shirt pulled up around his giant chest like a babydoll top and his pants both unzipped and riding up around his knees. His shoes didn't fit at all.
Biff sat there, panting beneath the incredible weight of his muscles. "The more Bambi talks, the more we all grow."
Bambi gasped. "I'm, like, y'know, so sorry. I won't, y'know, talk anymore, know." But she still chattered enough to make Biff gain another ten pounds of muscle and Brenton grow another inch as the overgrown freaks fled her and the cafeteria.
Ty smiled. The three bears were going to be too weird to be popular now.