"Well, that's a bummer," Santa Karyn said. "But that doesn't mean that we can't still have some fun."
"Uh, sure. I guess," Jon said.
Santa Karyn frowned. "What's wrong? He said he'll be back and you can use the stone again."
"It's not that. Karyn ..."
"Santa," she clarified.
"It's just too weird having you look like this. I mean, if you looked like yourself, it'd be easier. We look like an old man hanging out with a teenage boy. Don't you think that's a little weird?"
"Oh, is that all? Well, I can fix that." She closed her eyes and seemed to intensely concentrate.
"What are you doing?" But then he felt something. He looked down in horror as he watched his body changing, then ran to the bedroom mirror, seeing himself transforming into a matronly old woman, clothing and all! Santa Karyn just turned him into Mrs. Claus!
"Now it's not weird at all. From now on, whenever I turn into Santa, you'll turn into Mrs. Claus - my wife."
Not weird at all?!
