Fred was the first to speak up, an idea already forming in his head. "Gazoo, do your powers include mind control? There's this girl I've been trying to get a date with and... Oh, and can you do something about my folks? They're always on my case over the stupidest stuff. Barney's got the same problem."
Gazoo raised a hand immediately, cutting Fred off. "No, no, no. No meddling in matters of the heart, Fred. That's a recipe for disaster. However..." He paused, seeming to consider the part about the boys' parents.
"Proper mind control takes time to set up with any given subject. It's not as simple as snapping my fingers... Well, actually," he amended with a chuckle, snapping his fingers in the air, "just installed tiny machines in both of your parents' bedrooms. Over the next several days, they will become attuned enough to allow for some subtle... adjustments."
Barney blinked in surprise, exchanging a glance with Fred. "Adjustments? What sort of adjustments?"
"Well, that's the question, isn't it?" Gazoo replied with a smirk. "I'll need to observe and study them first. I don't want to cause more problems than I solve. But the groundwork, as you might say, has been laid."
He paused for a moment, hovering in the air. "Just remember, boys. Subtlety is key. We don't want to arouse suspicion. And don't go getting any ideas about turning your folks into your personal servants or something. This isn't a free pass to do as you please. Understood?"
Fred and Barney nodded, a mixture of trepidation and excitement swirling within them. The idea of having some control over their parents was certainly appealing, but Gazoo's warnings were clear. They had to be careful, and they had to be subtle. This was going to be an interesting experiment indeed.
