"Where is Max?" Mrs. Clarkson asked worryingly.

Oh no stop him! Sue Ellen already is suffering enough!

Mrs. Armstrong saw him crawling towards the den, she had ran as fast as she could and picked Max up before he entered the room, and she carried him back to the table, she had tickled his belly as he laughed.

Mrs. Clarkson sighed, "Fern told me everything… But she really is afraid that Max can't return back to normal, she wants to go to Terra to set things straight, but can't find a way there."

Mrs. Armstrong almost cried; she was now talking baby talk to Max, she turned to Mrs. Clarkson, "Sorry…"

"That's quite alright, I am getting used to the early childhood thing again."


Mr. Frensky sighed, "Until the heat dies down, lets not steal any cars; I know it sounds cruel to let my daughter suffer, but the cops are watching us."

"I understand…" Buck replied nervously, but obviously pointed something out, "But won't the cops find it odd if we steal 39 cars instead of 40?"

"Yea, but they will probably just search and search until they end up with no more leads, then we can go and get the rest."

"It could be too late," Moss commented knowing the worst might happen, "We have to work both sides of the law to set things straight."

"We must do it by person, we must do it one at a time, we are going to see who goes first, if it is a job by one person, then a different person will go every day, we are 10 days in; 20 days left, 21 cars left, we must get two cars to make things even."

They had decided to draw straws; Moss and Buck were to go.

They were walking down the street, both wearing disguises, they had walked up to where the cars were that were to be stolen, hotwired them both and drove off. The mistake was it was in broad daylight. The cops were instantly called, and were following them.

The drawback was the cars were too fast, one was a Bentley and the other was a Rolls Royce. They had driven cross the county line to the warehouse without incident, no cars destroyed.

Bailey was waiting for them, and they drove them back to Elwood City, this time a different route so they wouldn't be stopped.

"Ok, we have cars 40 and 41 done; now the odds are in our favor."

"Ok, who will go and get car 42?"

"It will be me," Buck replied, "But I will get car 60."

"Ok, we will rest and not get any more cars, we will do it by opportunity, we will do it and possibly get more if there is another car show or cruise night, if it involves multiple people we are all required to go through and steal what we need because we don't want these guys to win, Francine looked terrible…"

"We will get them back, but don't expect us to get the cars back…"


Fern and Mr. Kane were talking to Mrs. Clarkson she had Max in her arms he was sleeping.

"We want to go to Terra…" Fern paused, "We want to go and bring your son back to normal."

"I ain't going back," Mr. Kane admitted, "I have a report to do on the auto thefts at the auto show."

Fern and Mrs. Clarkson had taken a walk; they had boarded a hidden shuttle in the dead woods, and flew off.

They were going at light speed to Terra and had landed outside the Dark Mage village, it was nighttime on the planet, cold, snowing lightly, the mages were celebrating.

"FERN!" one of the older mages said happily as he hugged her, "And you brought a friend and her baby… Are you going to stay with us?"

"We have a problem…" Fern admitted, she had heard some music and celebrating, "What is going on?" She noticed Starla celebrating or atleast trying to.

"It is a lunar eclipse, when it happens; the elder of the village goes on a pilgrimage and comes back in a few days."

Fern looked at the moon, the outline of the moon was seen, "I accidentally age regressed my classmate, you know the baby in his mothers arms? That's him."

The mage looked at Max who was still sleeping, "Ok… you aren't experienced enough to bring him back to his original age, neither am I, when the elder comes back, he can help us."

A mage had ran back, he was holding his stomach some blood was seeping from his stomach, "Our elder is dead…"

To Be Continued.