Raffles sheds some light.

You try to change into something smaller... but you can't! "Fred! I can't change back!"

"Oh no! Neither can I!"

The telephone starts ringing. Picking up the receiver daintily between two huge clawtips, you hear the sinister voice of Raffles. "Remember me, Fred? I sold you the magic lamp. Did I forget to tell you that it's one of a matching pair? I've just put the other one out so you can't turn back. Everyone chooses werewolves or dragons."

"What do you want?", you demand.

"You're my new errand boys. I want you to bring me... the Crown Jewels of England!"

Written by an anonymous author (edited by wanderer)

" Sure! "

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