"Sorry, you need to wait here," Kronk pointed to the sign on the door stating "no animals allowed."

"Hurry up!" Yzma squeaked. "And make sure you get the right one! I am beginning to lose my voice and once it is completely gone, I will be stuck like this," Yzma lightly pulled at her purple fur.

"Now, you be a good kitty. Kronk will be right back." Kronk patted Yzma on the head and strolled into the magic store.

"Welcome to Potion in Motion, how can I assist you today?" The young man behind the register asked unenthusiastically.

"Where would I find, say, a potion that would turn a cat who was once a human back into a human?"

The clerk looked at Kronk with concern.

"We don't really sell potions here dude. Could I interest you in some playing cards or a wand or something?"

"Is that a real question?" Kronk responded to the clerk.

The young man showed Kronk down an isle of useless toys and gadgets.

A tall, thin man sashayed out of the magic store, a stovepipe hat and black wand tucked behind his arm. His eager eyes fell upon Yzma. "Hello Kitty," the man bent down to meet Yzma. "No tags."

Yzma tried to scare the man away by speaking but the only sound that came out was a sad "meeew."

"I know," said the man. "You will be my assistant!"

Yzma tried to escape the grasp the man had on her tiny body.

"Instead of a rabbit, I will pull you out of my hat! You are small enough to fit in the hidden pocket in this hat I presume." The man examined the hole in his stovepipe.

"A cute kitten like you otta earn me some coins."

Yzma let out a piercing squeak.

Kronk turned toward the display window and saw Yzma in the arms of the stranger.

"Yzma! Sorry, I'll have to come back for these," Kronk dropped his arms-full of magical gadgets on the floor and ran toward the door. He opened the shop door and looked left, no Yzma. He looked right, no Yzma. The man had already crossed the street and was headed into a small theater.

"Eeeee," Kronk gasped as he brought his hands to his mouth.

"I need help," Kronk thought to himself for a moment. He looked around.

"I know!" He exclaimed. "SQUEAK SQUEAKER SQUEAKEN SQUEAK!" Kronk yelled out.

Dozens of squirrels came running from the neighboring park.

Kronk explained to the rodents what had happened to Yzma. He ordered them to find a potion or reverse potion to turn her back before it was too late. The first one to bring it to him got a life-time supply of acorns.

The creatures scurried off.

Kronk crept into the back door of the theater. He walked around backstage plotting. He discovered a ladder that led to a walkway above the stage.

"This is the best seat in the house," Kronk watched from above as the next act entered center-stage.

"Eeeee," Kronk gasped as he watched the man who took Yzma present himself.

"I am the GREAT Marcel Hoodwink!"

Kronk chewed his nails and watched the act in panic.

"And now, for my final act..."

Suddenly, a small clicking sound echoed by the ladder.

"Bucky!" Kronk hugged the rodent.

Bucky handed him a small test tube filled with a dark purple fluid.

Marcel held out his hat and waved his hand over it. "Arubus, contugas..."

"Let's hope this works," Kronk held the tube steady and tipped the end aimed at the hat.

"Presto!" shouted the magician.

Mr. Hoodwink reached into the hat and pulled out...

"Ahahahaha! I'm back!" Yzma stretched out of the hat and ran off stage.

The crowd stood to their feet and cheered; throwing money onto the stage and whistling.

Kronk hugged Bucky and handed him a Santa-sized sack of acorns.

"Hey Yzma," Kronk found her backstage. "As a reward, can we go to the magic store?"