OPTION B
A little while later…
"Okay, I'm packed. Let's get rid at the rack and get out of here."
"I've already got a spell in mind. Hold on. Incinderae-"
Bang!
"Willow? Charlie? We're back…hmm. I see you've discovered the rack. How…interesting."
"Stay away from him!"
"He's our son! Willow, I order you to step away from him at once!"
"Frank, wait. You know how I've always wanted a daughter."
"What? No! You're not turning Willow into a baby!"
"Stay away from us! Jeriousa Ibrium-"
Bang. Thump.
"Willow! What did you do to her?"
"It's okay, son. We only knocked her out with a tranquilizer. See what I have in my hand? Surely you recognize a tranquilizer gun with all of your memories restored. Now, onto the rack with you…Your mother and I were actually planning on doing this tonight, anyway."
"I want my baby boy back. And now, you'll get to have a sister! There. Now that you're strapped down, I'll go grab some blessed chalk…"
THE END
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