OPTION A
A little while later…
"How dare she! Steal our son like that."
"I know, Marian. She's a monster. We’ve been taking care of him for twelve hundred years! He was our oldest child yet, but it’s not worth going after them. He's destroyed the rack. We need to get a new one, and by the time we have that one ready, he'll be too old to change back into a baby."
"I know, Frank, but I still want him back."
"It’s all right, honey. We’ll get a girl next time. I know you’ve been wanting one for five hundred years. It’s about time we took in a daughter."
"Where are we going this time, Frank?"
"I figured we’d start somewhere big. We’re heading for Los Angeles."
THE END
