High above the arena, the high-speed missile rose in the air, then somehow reversed direction. Without warning, the blur flew down, humming as the air distorted around it, then blasted back into the arena, to smash (at speed) into the floor of the pit. An incredibly battered Gug raised his head, somehow summoning the strength to get up.
He didn't make it. Muttering, "Gug sm..." the great, Frankenstein-like monster died. The mechanism bound into his back attempted to self-repair once more, managing one flash of light before it collapsed as well.
Silence. Stillness. Then, suddenly, a small motion caught everyone's eye. From the wreckage of the machine, a small, fuzzy rabbit crawled out. Claire went over to it and picked it up.
After several minutes had passed without the bunny attacking her (or doing anything but making tiny cooing noises), Claire passed the creature around the group. From where she was watching, JN smiled.
"Now the real fun begins."
Meanwhile, in the Security Room
"What is it?"
"We've found Timmy."
The MIB had been stuffed into a trash can, in such a way that it was impossible for him to pull himself out. When removed, he let out a loud groan.a
"*aaaaagh* What took you so long? I've been sitting in here for days!"
"Days? We last saw you just over 24 hours ago. How did you recover from being turned into a girl?"
"What are you talking about? My last memory is of that witch Jane Narbon looking over me in that hotel room! Then, after I woke up, I've spent several days in here."
The MIB-in-charge looked perplexed. "Then who..."
Flashback: Mz. Williams providing a stack of quarters to the Madness tester... A stack of quarters that had been hollowed out and filled with something very special.
Flashback: The auburn-haired MIB patrolling the auditorium, keeping out Mads... but occasionally stopping to rub something on the seats herself.
Flashback: The team of MIBs going to Jane and Claire's hotel room, demanding Claire's weapons. At the back of the group, one female MIB makes hand signals that are projected above the group's head.
Flashback: Jane Narbon's complete and total disappearances... coinciding with the activities of one special security person.
Flashback: The hotel room, right after Jane knocks out Timmy. Jane and Claire quickly swing into action, applying disguise materials and putting on duplicate clothing in record time. Timmy is removed from the bed, Claire sticking a small device on him that makes him go invisible, and is hidden under it. Finally, Jane gets onto the bed, Claire locking the chains around her limbs right before the other MIBs bust the door in.
"Sir, are you feeling all right?"
"FIND JANE NARBON RIGHT NOW!!!!!"
"Watch this," said Jane to Frederic, as the Mads passed the small rabbit around. "Now the fun starts."
Frederic shot Jane a dirty look. "What are you talking about?" he asked.
By the time the Mads in the pit noticed they were transforming, it was too late to do anything about it. Limbs shrunk down, ears lengthened, fur grew on exposed skin.
Soon, except for Saya, Lagos, Claire, Chic, and Professor Tinker, everyone in the pit had transformed into a small, furry animal.
Jane gloated to Frederic, "Gug was just the decoy. That's my real monster. Oh, and here comes the finale!"
A door at the edge of the arena opened, letting in the final phase of Jane's plan. Flanked by their mothers, over a dozen 8-year-old girls entered the arena and walked down to the pit. Claire perked up.
"Hi!" she said. "OK. Everybody gets to pick one pet." Acting like she was thinking, she said, "I choose Fluffy!" and picked up Jane's special rabbit. Immediately, the girls charged forwards, searching for new vict-- er, furry companions.
After they left, Jane smiled, turning to look at the crowd.
"And that, everybody, is my monster."
"My conscience is feeling all prickly."
"A bit of absolute power can remedy that."