"These are all symbols of good luck," Matthew read to his miniature brothers. "In different cultures, they represent good luck."
"Okay," Wesley said, "four-leaf clovers, horse shoes, rabbits' feet, the number seven I get, but what about elephants and donkeys?"
"Elephants are known for long lives and good memories," Matthew read. "These are qualities that some people find very lucky. Donkeys are considered good luck in Christianity because Jesus rode on donkeys."
"So what does this mean?" James asked. "Do we need to cut off the rabbits' feet?"
"Don't even joke like that," Wesley said. "Do we, Matt?"
"No," Matthew answered. "I think that this is just a sign, telling us what we need to do."
"Well," James asked, "what do we need to do?"
"We obviously need to wear something lucky," Wesley said. "Then try the spell again."
"That doesn't make any sense," James said.
"What do you know?" Wesley asked. "I don't see you with any ideas."
"Here's an idea," James said, shaking his fist.
"I'm glad you two worked on those issues," Matthew said, flipping through the pages.
"How about this," Wesley suggested as if the idea just hit him. "Matt, whatever spell you said to make us little…why don't you just say it again, but the opposite of what it was in the first place."
"That was English?" James asked as Wesley smacked him on the back of the head.
"Worth a try," Matthew said as he tried to remember what he said.
"My brothers don't suck!
I haven't had enough!
Please don't end their junk
And I won't beat them both up!"
James and Wesley suddenly felt the sensation of "up." They both felt like they were being pulled upwards by something unknown. By the time the feeling subsided, they were both back at their normal heights. Matthew's pocket had been ripped, though; they had grown right out of it.
"Did you miss me?" Wesley asked, hugging himself.
"So our luck is finally changing for the better," James said.
"Well," Matthew said, "we still have the problem of not having our normal powers."
"And don't forget about these animals everywhere," James added.
"We can try the spell that Matt tried earlier," Wesley said. "It might work."
"It will have to wait," Invision said as he appeared in a black mist. "It seems that my schedule has changed. I'll have to speed things up a little bit."
"Oh, crap!" Wesley jumped, startled.
He flicked his hands at Invision as an instinct. Although he meant to freeze the Fallen Angel, telekinesis kicked in instead. However, a faint red light flashed briefly and Wesley found himself thrown across the living room, landing hard on the floor. This time, though, Invision found himself thrown through the air from the rebound of the deflection. Both Wesley and Invision stood back up and prepared to strike again. James stepped in and waved his hand at Invision, hoping for some kind of effect. Invision's wings suddenly turned to stone and Invision fell over backwards, landing hard on his back.
"Change of luck?" James asked.
"Whatever it is," Matthew said, "we need to keep it going."
Matthew jumped into action and lifted Invision with some difficulty. He spun him around and threw him across the living room onto a table. He kept Invision busy while James tried to walk Wesley through the art of using telekinesis effectively. Matthew kept punching Invision in the face, thinking that his foe would eventually pass out, but instead he was the one who was tiring. Eventually, Invision managed to throw Matthew off of him, sending him crashing into the sofa.
"Now!" James instructed Wesley. "He's off guard!"
Wesley, having listened carefully to James' instructions, concentrated and waved his hand in a menacing manner. This time, Invision was hurled across the living room and thrown outside of the house. He briefly looked at his hand as if it might turn on him any minute. James patted him on the back.
"Good job," he congratulated.
"Same to you," Wesley said. "For a power that you say you hate, you sure know how to use it right."
"Well," James boasted, "I'm not one to blow my own horn."
"Then don't," Matthew said, joining his brothers and rubbing his back. "We need to figure out a way to get rid of this guy before he kills us all."
"He was acting weird when he was here," Wesley said. "It's like his powers were…off."
"Yeah," James said. "When he deflected my, I mean Wesley's power before, it looked like he got a lot of rebound from it. I've never seen that before."
"I think I know why," Matthew speculated. "Trust me."
"Why can't you just tell us what it is?" Wesley asked.
"Because this way is more dramatic," Matthew replied. "We just need to weaken Invision enough so that he can't do anything. You two handle him and I'll write a vanquishing spell."
"But I…" James began.
"And don't complain about my power anymore, Jimmy," Matthew said as he rushed upstairs. "Go!"
"Well, big brother," Wesley said, patting James on the shoulder, "looks like it's up to us."
Well look how that turned out! James and Wesley, the two with the most issues, end up having to work together now to save the day, or at least prolong it until Matthew can join in later. Will their arguing resurface, or are they able to put it all behind them and move on?