Eureka!

"Dr Maroo!" you call, racing after her. "Did you say you couldn't turn us back without the correct information?"

"Yes, we need your DNA sample you had when you were a boy." replies Maroo

"Could we be allowed to go back home to find some?"

"That's brilliant!" cries Maroo "You'll need supervision, but I'm not doing anything. I'll come."

"Thanks, Doc. Did you hear that, Rikki? We're going to be boys again! Rikki? Rikki?"

Rikki is nowhere to be seen.

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