A hop, but not much hope

After a long nighttime ride, hopping through the back streets and parklands of the city, you arrive back at Fred's place. Flopping down on Fred's doorstop, you rub your humongous sore feet. "Guess roos aren't built for city sidewalks!" you sigh "Turn us back please, Fred!"

Transmogrifier in hand, Fred hops out of your pouch. "Sure thing!" he says, pressing the beige button.

Nothing happens. You are both still kangaroos.

Fred presses it again and again. "What's wrong with this thing??" he wails.

Written by AndrewAnorak

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