Chapter 4

Shape shifting Trouble

Jack-Jack sat on his bed, sobbing uncontrollably. "Mummy!" He wailed. Helen was confused. Why, she had given him food and everything, why was he still crying? Then she saw why. Jack-Jack's shape shifting powers had gotten out of control. He was shifting rapidly, from a zebra to an elephant to a cheetah…

Helen ran forward to pick up Jack-Jack despite the imminent danger that she knew would happen if Jack-Jack shifted into something poisonous. "It's okay, mummy's here, no worries…" She whispered soothingly to Jack-Jack, trying to keep her voice light and comforting. But she knew her voice trembled, just a bit. Really, what is happening to our whole family? For 3 years, we have not had this kind of thing…something's obviously wrong. Dash acted like a dog. I acted like a dolphin. If Bob and Violet face this kind of problem, then something is really wrong!

"Ow!" A sharp pain up Helen's left hand made her drop Jack-Jack. The 5 year-old boy had shifted into a porcupine! Helen massaged her bleeding hand, muttering incomprehensibly under her breath some curse words. Just then, toys went flying everywhere. Helen soon found herself stretching to avoid the flying objects, which either slammed into the wall or another object. There was a low growl, followed by a bark…

"Mum! What the heck is happening down here?" Dash's alarmed voice made Helen spin round.

"Dashiell Robert Parr, get out of here!" Helen snapped.

"Oh, Jack-Jack throwing a tantrum?" Dash asked, grinning. "Well, I'll help you out!"

"No Dash! No, I SAID NO!" But Dash had long neared where Jack-Jack was.

"Ouch! Mum, he poked me! He's a porcupine!" Dash wailed, running away from him.

"That's why I told you…"

"MUM! He's a dog now, and he's chasing me! Can you do something?" Dash's frantic voice rang out.

"How will I know where you are? Thank Jack-Jack, he threw all the toys, now the whole place is enveloped in smoke and I can hardly see a thing…"

"Stop blabbering and GIVE ME A HAND!" Dash screamed. "I can't use super speed forever!"

Helen did not reply. She whipped round, trying to figure out where they were, but to no avail. Oh god, this is a real crisis! Helen thought frantically. Bob! Time to engage! BOB!

Question: Who should be targeted? It can be more than one, but please not more than two!