Squee curiously peeked out of his room to see Moofy enthusiastically joining on on a Devinesian Devil Dogpile. The girl underneath the pile of devils didn't seem to mind the attention, thankfully. Who was she, though?
... Okay, maybe she wasn't psychic. Internal sigh of relief! "Oh. Oh! I remember you. You had bubble-wrap." He shook Molly's hand carefully, as if worried that it would break off at the wrist or explode on a moment's notice. "... did you drink some potion-stuff or have chocolate or something?"
"Yep, that was me! With the bubblewrap, I mean. I ate a chocolate a while ago--did that make me little?" She hadn't known what did it, and a lot of her adult memory had gone away with it.
"Probably, yeah. Chocolates do lots of weird stuff. They made Gogo and everyone else little a couple of months ago, and Dib went all see-through and ghosty when he had one." There was a brief silence before he added "... Gogo said she turned into a boy once, too."
"Yeah, she told me about that. That must have been weird." Molly couldn't imagine being a boy, and didn't want to try--boys were, to her regressed mind, icky. Squee was okay, though. "I didn't know chocolate could do that. I thought you had to have surgery and stuff."
"I didn't see her when she was a boy... I wonder if she had a mustache." He paused, picturing Gogo with a pair of Groucho Marx glasses and a fake mustache. "They're magic chocolates, though. That pretty much explains it. If you try too hard to make it make sense, it'll just give you a headache." A few seconds later, Molly's last sentence finally kicked in. "There's surgery for that?"
"Um... hi?"
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"Y-yes? Um. Or Todd. Whichever."
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