"Cursed?" Michael repeated as if trying to convince himself.

Bryan nodded, "You know, like a werewolf's curse."

This explanation didn't seem to make Jacob feel any better as he looked a bit nauseous.

"Please don't say that."

Bryan raised a furry eyebrow turning his attention to tuxedo cat.

"Why?"

"Because I've never seen a werewolf movie end well." Jacob replied bitterly.

"At least, not for the werewolf." John added pointing a clawed finger at the group.

Bryan laid his ears back realizing his friends were right.

"Now hold on, lets all just relax a minute." Michael interjected.

He knew he would have to be the level headed one in this group for now.

"We need to figure some things out here. Like how we can…change back."

All five of them thought about this for a moment before Drew snapped his fingers coming to a conclusion.

"The sun!"

Jacob blinked considering this answer.

"That makes sense…in the movie the werewolves always change back when the sun comes up. Right?"

The others nodded in agreement.

"That means we won't be stuck like this?" John questioned seeming rather disappointed.

"Hopefully not." Michael answered looking relieved.

John pouted a bit sitting down on the trunk of nearly buried car.

Jacob nodded finding himself looking forward to seeing the sun.

"Good, great. But what are going to do till then?"

Each cat exchanged a clueless look at this.

"Hey," John jumped up from his spot excitedly, "Why don't we figure out what kind of awesome stuff we can do now?"

Michael looked at the others and shrugged, "Why not."

The group scattered across the open area of the junkyard to begin experimenting with their new forms.

Drew had started during cartwheels seeming to find he go for a pretty long distance without stopping.

Michael was climbing to the top of a pile of junk finding his agility to be vastly improved.

Bryan was practicing back flips and was successful on all his attempts.

This left Jacob, Who, John noticed, was sitting outside the pipe that would be considered his character's home. The smaller male seemed to be focusing intently on his hands..er paws.

John strode over to Jacob bent down to observe what he was trying to do.

Jacob didn't look up from his paws but shifted seeming uncomfortable under the keen gaze.

"You're not helping you know…"

"What're you doing?"

Jacob sighed giving up on his concentration.

"I'm trying to do some magic."

John's curiosity increased hearing this.

"Think you could?"

Jacob shrugged softly, "I don't know. Since Mistoffelees could I thought…"

John nodded in understanding, "But you're not quite Misto right now."

Jacob raised an eyebrow and looked up at John, "What do you mean?"

"You're fur isn't sparkling like Misto's would be. So that means you're Quaxo." John explained.

Jacob blinked realizing the taller man was right, he creased his eyebrows.

"Then how do I become Mistoffelees?"

John shrugged, "I don't know. No body explained that part."

Jacob frowned a bit and sighed again, "I guess I have something to work on then."