"Girls, I'm not, like, an expert in weird magical transformations! I don't know why this is happening to us any more than you do! I know I'm the only one left with hands, but what, you expect me to be able to wave 'em and stop all this?! Screaming at me isn't gonna change us back!
I just...I don't have the first clue of what to do. We could run out to the end of the drive and baah at passing cars 'til our throats are sore, maybe see if the mailman has any bright ideas when he swings by in the morning...that's if he doesn't end up getting caught up in whatever's doing this, too...
I feel like we're all not very far removed from an extended stay in the barn..."