Another Shot at the Goth

As the other members of the group covered her ears, Lilly grinned nervously at her mistake, "Uh... Oops. Sorry, 'guess I used too much magic..."

"How could you do that?" cried Kirk, gesturing toward the now-diapered Goth. "I didn't want you to make her a baby! I just wanted you to make her my age!"

"I said I was sorry," reasoned the pouting blonde.

Robin soon found the distaste to being around a crying baby, and tugged on his big brother's sleeve, "Kiiiirk, can we go? The baby's makin' too much noise!"

"Yeah, I wanna go home!" squeaked Ming, who had been growing rather bored with the activites of the new babysitters.

"We're not gonna go!" shouted the ninja, outraged at the very suggestion. "I mean, we can't just leave her here all alone."

As the conversation went on, Cassie didn't stop crying. Her wails were, if anything, reaching greater and greater volumes to help draw attention to her.

Finally driven up the wall by all the screaming of the world's youngest goth, Jennie snatched the spellbook away from Lilly, flipping through it, "I'll just fix it real fast."

Once she found the spell for Age Progression the little redhead waved her hand and recited it aloud. Unfortunately, the strange Latin words that the spell consisted of and a four-year-old reading level do not a great combination make.