Once “Simba” is hooked to the leash, Dean grabs Jeff's old Jeans from the floor and rummages through the pockets until he finds Jeff's car keys. Jeff's parents had bought their son a cool Chevrolet Impala in an amazing metallic-blue color and silver lightning-bolt-markings.
Jeff simply stands there in silent, a part of him knows something is wrong, that he should tell Dean to stop rummaging through his belongings.
Dean turns and grins as he sees “Simba” continue to de-age, already looking more closely to a 10-year-old boy than an 16-year-old. “Okay, let's go,” Dean says, he grabs the leash and leads his “dog” out of the room and down the stairs.
They enter Jeff's garage and Dean uses the fob to unlock the car, he detaches the leash from the collar, “get in, Simba,” he says.
Jeff walks to the passenger door, he sort of remembers that the car is his, his mind however tells him it is not.
As Jeff is about to open the door, he hears Dean call, “no, you are a dog. The trunk is where you belong”.
Jeff/Simba turns to look at Dean, “bu-but...,” he starts, then seeing the stern look on his friend's face he stops.
“Bad dog,” Dean says, “no talking back, get in the trunk... NOW”!
Jeff lets out a whimper and slowly walks behind the car, Dean opens the trunk and Jeff climbs in. “Now, that wasn't so hard,” Dean says with a smile, scritching Jeff/Simba behind the ear, which start to look a little pointier.
Dean closes the trunk and gets in the driver's seat, “hehe... I never thought I'd have the chance to drive this beauty,” he says. The teen starts the car and backs out the garage, he slowly drives down the driveway and on to the street.