"Alright, alright, there is no need to panic," Mistoffelees brushed his paw against the chipped, dusty bookshelf. "We just need to find a way to turn him back, from stone, to organic."

"Found it, it's over here," Quaxo called. "We should start working fast, and put this incident in the past."

"Yes, let's." Mistoffeless flipped through the yellowed pages, the whites of his eyes turning red from the dust.

Quaxo, on the other paw, was not quite so tolerant of it. Coughing, he turned away, trying to get away from the cloud rising up in their den.

"Aha! Here it is! 'Stone reversal spell'," Mistoffelees declared. "Let's hope this goes well."

Stumbling back into the den, eyes half-closed, Quaxo peeked over his brother's shoulder to watch him perform the spell.

"Ew evah edam a ekatsim," Mistoffelees sniffed, wriggling his nose. His voice nasally, he barely managed to utter the phrase: "ew t'ndid naem ot nrut ruo dneirf ot enots," Hackles raised, eyes widened, he quickly spat out "os fi uoy n'dluow dnim, nruter mih ot lamron os eh nac eb flesmih...a-ACHOO!"

"ACHOO!" Quaxo followed with a sneeze of his own.

"ACHOO!" Mistoffelees' paw slipped, accidentally ripping the spell from the book! "The, the spe-CHOO!" The most recent one sent the spell flying out of the den.

"After it-ACHOO!"

Sneezing and tripping over each other and themselves, they couldn't help but watch as the stone reversal spell page got lodged on top on one of the piles of scrap.

"Great," Mistoffelees snarled. "Now what-Achoo! Do we do? This is quite an -CHOO-! Situation we're going through."

"ACHOO! It-it appears that we, (sniff) have magic dust stuck in our noses. ACHOO! We'll need to get rid of it before we can say some other problem arose."

"But-but the (sniffle) spell! It could blow away if we take too long to dwell."

"You wait here, and I'll go...urh, grab our magic cloth. Be back faster than a sloth!"

*MEANWHILE, ELSEWHERE IN THE YARD*

Calico twins fumbled with a bag of stolen goods.

"Shhh!"

"SHH!"

"No, you shush!"

"Not 'til you shush first!"

"Careful! Careful, now!" the tom of the two warned.

"I got it, I got it!" the queen assured him. Or, she tried to, anyway. Being as clumsy as she is, she tripped over an old, broken hair brush, accidentally throwing the bag out of their way.

"You said you had it!" he complained. The agile cat leaped back over the way he came as soon as he leaped over. "Munku! Sir! That's not- it's not what it looks like!"

"Munkust-quick, follow with a rhyme!"

"Oh, uh, look at the time, we better take a hike! Come on, 'Teazer!"

"...Hey, Jerrie, wait: he ain't moving; look."

The two of them cautiously approached the larger tom. Tapping on it with his claws, Mungojerrie rubbed his chin.

"I think he turned to stone, somehow."

"Think we should tell the boss?"

"Well, if Munky's out of the picture for at least a little while, sure'd make things easier for that whole...project we were working on," Mungojerrie commented.

Rumpleteazer squealed in excitement. "Wait till he gets a load of this!"