*I don't own anything. Except the barrel! It's mine! Hah! ALL MINE!*

Ashton Anchors ran into the Jean Pharmacy, screaming at the top of his lungs. "BOWMAN!! BOWMAN!!! ARE YOU HERE? I NEED HELP!!"

A very tired Bowman Jean stumbled in from the back room, still in pajamas and rubbing his eyes sleepily. "Ashton, this had better be good! It's three o'clock in the morning! If this is just another one of your..." Bowman stopped and stared at Ashton as he flicked the lights on. "Uh, Ashton...you...uh..."
"That's right!! That medicine you gave me for that headache did this!" He reached his hand up and pointed an accusing finger at his hair. It's once dark brown had now been turned into a very, very hot pink. The two dragons that were on his shoulders, Gyoro and Ururun, had both put paper bags on their head, ashamed to be seen in public like this. Bowman stared at Ashton a few more moments, then broke out in a hysterical laughter. Ashton glared at him. "It's not funny, Bowman! I have an important date tomorrow!"

That just cracked Bowman up even more. It took him a full minute to stop laughing. He finally settled down and put his hand on the younger man's shoulder. "Sorry, you're right, it's not funny," he said, still slightly chuckling. "Stay here, I'll go see what I can do about it." He went off into the back to study his medical books.

"Thanks Bowman!" Ashton called after him. He walked over and took a seat, waiting patiently. A snickering sound came from the two paper bags on his shoulders. Reaching behind him, Ashton smacked the two dragons in the back of the head. "Shut up! It's your body too!" That silenced the two dragons, who slouched behind Ashton's back. They began communicating telepathically.

"Hehe!! He thinks that it was Bowman's drugs that did it!"

"I knew that'd be a great prank!"

"Except we forgot that we'd have to put up with it too!"
"Oh well, we might as well live it up while we can!"

Ashton stood up after waiting a few minutes and began looking around Bowman's shop. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a barrel. "Must...resist...urge...." Ashton muttered, his hands twitching. However, his feet began moving of their own accord, bringing him right in front of the barrel. His hands trembling, he reached down, eager to find what treasures lie inside.

A voice from the back interrupted his trance. "Ashton, if you so much as touch that barrel, I swear I'll turn the rest of you pink!" Bowman walked into the front and motioned for Ashton to have a seat, glaring at him all the while. Ashton looked longingly at the barrel, then followed Bowman over to the table. "Okay kid, from what I've found, there's no medical reason for your hair to have changed color. Are you sure that Precis didn't pull some prank on you or something? It's the only explanation I can think of."

Ashton looked thoughtful for a minute, then shook his head. "Oh no, Precis would never do something like that!"

Bowman laughed and slapped Ashton on the back. "We're talking about the same girl here, right?"

Ashton sighed. "Of course it was her! It makes perfect sense! But this time, she's gone too far!!" He stood up, a determined glint in his eyes. "I must come back at her with a prank ten times worse!" He ran out of the pharmacy, laughing like a madman.

Bowman stared after him, shaking his head. "Poor girl. She'll never see this coming. Sigh. At the very least....he could have offered to let me help. That girl's got it coming!" He stood up, stretched, and walked back into his bedroom, falling asleep.