Fraz and Guapo went home from eating their meals.
"Bejabbers... Maybe I overdid with ordering everything." Fraz burped.
"Fraz, did you just say "bejabbers"?" Guapo asked confusedly.
"I don't know!" Fraz gulped.
"This must mean... We're doomed!" Guapo panicked. "Wait! That's silly! Now I sound like you!"
"Well, maybe we'll feel better when we get home, let's try to be positive." Fraz said, uncharacteristically.
The two brothers went home, they were hanging out in their room for a bit before they were assigned to another delivery.
"You know, Guapo. I'm still hungry." Fraz said. "I could go for some guacamole ice cream."
"Well, I need to work on my master plan." Guapo said.
"You mean my master plan!" Fraz scolded.
"What's happening to us?!" Guapo panicked. "Could this be the work of Mr. Doom?!"
"I don't know, but you need to try this ice cream, it's really good." Fraz said with a mouthful of green ice cream.
Guapo desperately started looking through a book, eventually finding an answer.
"Fraz... Did you wish on a shooting star?" Guapo asked.
"I wished I was someone else..." Fraz said sheepishly.
"I just wished you'd be happy. And we all know I'm the happiest Flub." Guapo said. "At least I used to be until you made that dumb wish! According to this manual, we must find the Great Wish to take back our wishes! Or we'll be stuck as each other... Forever!"
"Dun, dun, dun!" The mechanics sang.