"Mr. Goodfellow, am I to understand that you were driving two minors, while fully aware that you do not have possession of a license?"
So much for being the rulers of the highway. Four police cars had pulled up behind the family's car, and one of the officers was already questioning Puck, who couldn't look less concerned.
"Yes, sir," he answered almost cheerfully.
"And are you aware that you could be fined and possibly arrested for speeding, reckless driving, driving without a valid license, fleeing from an officer, racing on the highway, and countless other misdemeanors?" the officer asked, peering over his Ray-bans.
"Yes, sir."
"And yet you were driving-" the officer fumbled with his pen and paper. "-60 mph OVER the speed limit!"
"Actually, sir, I believe I was going 70 over."
The officer's eyes bulged and his face turned a nasty shade of red. "Mr. Goodfellow, are you purposefully trying to aggravate me?"
"Well, sir, considering I was driving 125 mph, I think you can answer that question for yourself," said Puck, clearly enjoying himself.
The officer gaped at him, at a total loss for words.
"By the way, officer, what happened to your car?"
The officer jerked around and stared at his police car, which had mysteriously turned a screaming shade of hot pink. He backed away from his car, and quickly summoned the other officers. "Rogers! McKlaney! What is the meaning of this?! Why is my car pink?!"
The other policemen got out of their own cars and stared and looked at Puck's creation with baffled expressions.
Sabrina looked at him quizzically.
He held up a wand which Sabrina recognized as Cinderella's. "Borrowed it from Daphne," he said with a mischievous grin. "How else do you think I get myself dressed in the morning?"
Allison put her head in her hands. "We are so dead," she moaned.
Emma, on the other hand, stared at the car and giggled.
"Think it's funny, princess?" Puck handed the wand to Emma. "Here, you try."
Emma turned the wand over in her hands. "It feels all tingly," she said, surprised. She flicked the wand aimlessly and a spark of light shot out. "Oops."
Puck nodded. "Good. You're holding it right. Now just concentrate on those cars over there," he pointed to the other police cars, "and imagine them in any color you like. Then flick the wand and point at them."
"This really isn't exactly how I imagined the girls' first magic lesson," Sabrina muttered.
Allison uncovered her face just long enough to watch her sister. Emma flicked the wand excitedly, and with a flash, all the police cars were striped in dozens of colors.
The officers started shouting at each other, bewildered at the cars' sudden changes in appearance. Emma dropped the wand and started roaring with laughter.
Sabrina smiled. "Okay, girls, show's over before this gets out of hand." She opened the car door and turned to Puck. "The jar?"
"But things were just getting good," he complained, but handed the jar over nonetheless.
Sabrina marched over to the befuddled men. "Oh, officers? I think I have something over here which may be of interest to you?"
The policemen walked over to her with their guns raised. Quickly, Sabrina put her hand in the jar, pulled out some dust, and then quickly threw it over their heads. The effect was instantaneous; their expressions were glazed over by a look of exhausting boredom and they stared into space. They lowered their guns.
"Today was another boring day giving out tickets," Sabrina stated cautiously.
They nodded their heads. "Yes," they agreed in mumbling voices, "very boring."
"Nothing out of the ordinary occurred today. Just another normal weekend."
"It was very normal."
"So there's nothing to see here. Go on, go, er, report back at the police station and do whatever you normally do."
The three cops stumbled back to their rainbow-colored cars and started to drive away. Sabrina turned back to her car, relieved, and suddenly stopped. Blocking her path was one last officer. He must have stayed in his car when Sabrina summoned the others. She stepped back.
He was tall with blond hair, and somehow looked vaguely familiar, but Sabrina couldn't place his face. He stared at her with a slight frown.
Sabrina realized he had seen what she had done. "Officer," she spluttered. "I, er, I can explain!" She quickly moved to put her hand in the jar, but he grabbed her wrist before she could do so.
"Don't waste your Forgetful Dust on me," he said abruptly, and Sabrina stopped struggling and stared at him. He was grinning now.
"Hey, you!" Puck shouted furiously at the cop as he stormed out of his car. "Get your hands of my wife!"
The officer let go of Sabrina and turned; Puck froze in his tracks.
Then it hit Sabrina. Why the man looked so familiar. Why he wasn't fazed at all by the rainbow cars. How he knew about the Forgetful Dust.
Puck broke out in a broad grin. "Wait... Mustardseed?"