"Okay," said the giraffe, "what just happened?" She was standing with three other giraffes in the Target parking lot. "I have no fucking god-damn clue," said another.
"Jason?" said the first giraffe, incredulous.
"What?" snapped the second.
"If that's you, then..." She looked at a third giraffe. "Wilson?"
"WIIIIIILLLSSSOOOOOOONN!" mock-yelled Jason.
"Oh, give me a break," said the third giraffe.
"It's him," Jason said.
"Which means you're Tara?" She looked at the fourth giraffe.
"Yup," Tara said. "Now what, Padma?"
"I dunno. This is crazy. Any ideas? Wilson?"
"WIIIIIILLLSSSOOOOOOONN!" echoed Jason.
"Dammit, would you cut. It. OUT!" A bright red beam shot from Wilson's horn-like protuberances at Jason. Jason flinched, but his protuberances shimmered and the beam bent away from him.
"What the hell," murmured Tara. She looked at the line the beam had drawn through — not in, through — the Target.
"So," Padma said, "we have turned into super-powered giraffes. Now what?"
"We find whoever did this and make them turn us back," Jason said.
"Okay, so... hey. Was that castle there this morning?" Padmam gestured with her head at a gothic structure looming above the skyline in the distance.
"Sure wasn't," Wilson said.
"Let's check it out."