It must have been lucky to live near an alien just a few blocks away at this moment. With the paranormal investigation spy gear it can be possible to infiltrate the base, with a good stroke of luck. All he needed was the power from the alien device to recharge these mystical spell drives. Only that technology could accomplish such a task.

"The Curse of the Fire-Mole?" a certain black-clad boy read in his room, "I don't think I want to know what THAT is…"

He surfed down the various spells in the drives, reading all those strange things. During this whole time, he remembered his previous ordeal with this thing. He had cursed his sister with "the sense of the shadow hog." What a truly frightening experience that was… He dare not make that mistake again but if you told him that now you'd best be talking to a pineapple because he isn't going to listen. It's tough to get through Dib's thick head.

"I sure wish I knew what all these meant, but there has to be something in here that's good, something!" He scanned down for hours now, all these spells sounded creepy, horrifying and disgusting. Maybe he should just give up; spell casting is overrated anyway…

"Wait…" Dib read more on one specific spell, "The Strength of the Fenris…what's a Fenris?" He scratched his head, but nothing came to mind about what a "Fenris" could be. Curse the spell drives for not having definitions to the…curses and whatnot.

"Hm, strength is a good thing right? I mean, it's not like a sense or anything, it gives you more power; this could be what I've been looking for all along!" Dib prepared the spell to be cast but not without a second thought, "What if it backfires on me, should I test it on someone else? …NO! That's wrong, and Gaz had a good reason to beat me into a pulp for that. This spell casting is my idea and I should test it on MYSELF!" Dib sighed, "Even if that means the worst for me…why am I talking to myself again?"

Dib shrugged and pressed the "cast spell" button, "Activating spell drive!" This spell required maximum energy to be cast and the drive began to glow, using up the power. Dib stepped back a little as the glow slowly became an eerie mist. The mist took an appearance of a goblin which narrowed its eyes at Dib.

"Are you the one who summoned me?" It asked in a low, hoarse voice with an English-like accent.

"Um I guess, for 'The Strength of the Fenris' spell." Dib answered to the creature.

"Oh righto then," the goblin straightened up more and made an even freakier voice, "are you prepared human?"

"Yes, I am well prepared to receive this mystical power! Strengthen me!"

The mist around the goblin blasted into Dib's chest and he absorbed the matter. After that was done, he began to feel very…not right. His body tightened up involuntarily and he felt something sprout all over his body. He looked at his hands and discovered that they were changing shape, growing a fuzzier grey with his finger tips becoming black claws. It was so painful; everything about him was excruciatingly painful! His ears lengthened as his teeth sharpened, becoming fangs, and his nose morphed into a wet canine snout. Something cracked in his back and a long black-furred tail pushed out behind him. All this caused Dib's body to collapse on the floor of his bedroom.

"There, all done." said the goblin.

Dib opened his eyes and they seemed to glow an amber color in the light. His pupils had become slits, a look he only had when he was going through an extreme emotion but now they were locked in place. He lifted his head up to the goblin and stood up shakily, his knees bending. Looking down at himself, his eyes widened with horror.

"What happened to me?" he lifted his claws up closer to his face.

"Well enjoy your curse!"

"WAIT! You can't go; this isn't what I had in mind at all!" Dib gestured to himself, "I didn't want to become a-a WEREWOLF!"

"Listen kid, you cast the spell, not my problem whether you like it or not." The mist around the goblin began to disappear, "Goodnight to you, sir." And with that, it completely vanished before Dib even had a chance to at least attempt to catch it.

"Nooo!" Dib gritted his teeth, the spell backfired on him again!

"DIB!"

"Oh no, Gaz!" he turned to the door where he heard his sister's angry voice from, "I can't let her see me like this!"

Dib scrambled to his bed and hid under the covers, almost tearing them with his new razor-sharp claws. A loud pounding came from his door followed by Gaz's irritated shouting.

"Shut up, Dib! All that noise coming from here is starting to give me a headache and I'm trying to watch my shows!"

"It's okay Gaz, everything is fine now, just go back downstairs!" Dib yelled from inside.

"Don't make me come up here again, or you will wish you never had a sister!" and with that she stomped down the stairs to the living room.

Dib listened to her go, he even heard the footsteps coming from downstairs. He poked his head out from under the sheets and jumped out, landing on all fours. …landing on all fours? That's weird, he didn't have any problem with keeping his balance. Dib dashed for the spell drive…on fours.

"Okay no big deal, I can fix this!" he tried to lighten up the situation, "So the spell turned me into a werewolf…that's no biggie…n-nope, no biggie…aw, who am I kidding? This is terrible!"

Dib's tail swayed left to right as he tried to come up with a solution. Last time, they had to enter a pig netherworld to find a cure for Gaz and it didn't end very well…but Dib's knowledge of the paranormal helped him realize that the curse of the werewolf did not have anything to do with other dimensions, it was pretty ancient and pure to Earth, unfortunately. So that means there's no wolf god or anything like that with the power to change him back.

"I'll have to find a cure here on Earth, because there's nowhere else where the curse exists." Dib thought as he put a clawed hand to his chin, "I guess that's a good thing, entering other dimensions is pretty dangerous."

Dib shot a quick glance at his alarm clock. "10 PM, there's skool tomorrow. Werewolves change back to normal at sunrise. I'll have to wait until after class to start searching because I sure won't have a good reason to get out of going to skool that anyone will believe."

Darn childish weaknesses.