Mrs. Wifflephaffer consoled her lizard husband petting and polishing his green scales. Henry was as pissed off as any Gila monster human could be. He did not enjoy the transformation, even though in accidents of the past he had become farm animals in part of complete. Yet in each case the remede was weak and he returned to his very cranky self within a week or so.
Mumbling to himself he waved his clawed hands over the two crystal balls in the lab. Each ball would show where one of his animal subjects had gone. Stella appeared to be roaming about in and old house used by the Fenton gang when they stayed in town.
Meanwhile David's donkey self was fuzzy and sliped in and out of the space time continum. As Henry looked close he saw David as the male ass covered with a silk comona and having dancing girls stroking his body. The view of this caused the Gila monster human to sprout a green hard. He looked down as Mrs. Wifflephaffer reached to touch his eleven inch shaft.
"I love it dear, she said, could we retire for a little romp?"
"I'm busy and need not be bothered. Unless you wish to go to dinner tomorrow night with a Gila monster husband, said Henry with a lizardy sneer."
"No dear, I wouldn't so just keep playing with your crystal balls and don't splatter any lizard cum on the furniture."
Henry went back to mixing his antidote with the fond hope of somehow exchanging Jeb for David in body and curse. Henry longed to have his best friend and partner back to human self, rather than let Jeb be at stud for sixty years.
Just then the tinkle of the door bell as a new client walked in. From where Henry sat he could just see the shapes of three people. One was a father figure and a mother, but with them was there brat son.
As Mrs. Wifflephaffer approached and offered her aid in any of their family remede products, the teenage boy tossed a jar of Fuzzy Wasie Dust to the floor.