Walking out of your room, you hear a loud "Ow!" and see your mother, Andria, disappearing in front of you. As the last of her fades away, you see the pipe in her hand fading with her! A minute later, Tracy comes out of her room, eyes wide.
Seeing you, she stutters "Hey, Jak-Je-Jerk off!" without most of her usual sass. As you raised an eyebrow, she looked back and forth before pushing you into your room and slamming the door behind her. "Jake, keep this is a secret!"
Squinting, you mutter "What is wrong with you Tracy?"
"I don't know how to explain this... I'm your mom. Andria. I found this weird blowpipe and I got an urge to shoot it at Tracy."
"That explains why I saw you disappear, at least."
"That's why my body wasn't in the hallway!" Andria shouted from Tracy's body.
"Shh! You really want Frankie or Angelina to find out about this thing?!"
Blushing, Andria rubs her new head. "I was just relieved! Now if you don't mind, I'm going to spend the day relaxing."
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