The Wigamalefis part 2: Wiggy's Day Out A No More Fakes Story The next morning I was awakened by Sandy shaking me. "Will, come on get up," she said. "The party is on the news." I opened my eyes and saw Sandy still in her zoo keeper outfit. I, of course, was still a wigamalefis. "I hope I can change back," I thought to myself. The news was helpful in a way. We got to see what the other guests were changed into. But as for the cause, nobody is certain was it is. All sorts of creatures were being interviewed. "I'm glad we left before the news got there," I signed. "You never were the one for being questioned," Sandy said with a smirk. The news wasn't seeming to shed any new light on the matter. "You hungry?" I signed. "I'll go make breakfast." "Sure," Sandy said still watching the news. "Let me know if you need any help." I fixed omelets, and toast. Sandy seemed to like them. I never was a good cook, but I guess a wigamalefis is. I mean he couldn't just go out to McDonald's. "Will, would you drop me off at the club this morning, so I can get my car?" asked Sandy. "I've got to stop by the zoo." I had forgotten about her car still at the Raucous Chicken Club. "Yeah, I don't have anything planned." After cleaning up breakfast, we got in my car and drove to the Raucous Chicken Club. Police had the place roped off. Luckily Sandy had parked a few blocks away. "Thanks, Will. I hope we can figure out how to get you back to normal," she said getting out of the car. I grunted affirmatively. She shut the door and walked to her car. I waited until she drove off before I left. Driving with these flipper feet was getting easier. It was like I have always had them. When I got home, I saw a police car in the neighbor's driveway. "I wonder what happened," I thought. When I reached the door to my house, someone yelled out. "Sir," came the voice. I turned and saw the police man walking my way. "Sir. May I have a few questions with you?" "I guess," I signed. "I'm sorry, sir. But I don't know sign language. Can you write?" I nodded. "Good," he said. I motioned for him to come inside. The strange feeling came again. We sat down in the living room after I got a pad and pencil. "First of all," the police man started, "you are Will Harryman, right?" I scribbled on the pad, "No, I'm Wiggy, the wigamalefis." "I see," said the police man. "And how long have you lived here, ... Wiggy?" "I've always lived here," I wrote. "Your neighbors called in this morning, saying that there was a strange blue furry creature leaving this house. I assume that was you," the police man continued. "I am just wondering where did Will Harryman go?" "Will Harryman was just a costume I made for Halloween. I don't know why everybody is saying that I am really him," I wrote frantically. "Did you go to the Raucous Chicken Club last night for the Halloween party?" I nodded. "And what happened?" he asked. "I when there in my human costume. Then all of a sudden, my costume had disappeared while everybody else had become what they were dressed as," I wrote in response. "I see," he said. "Mr. Harryman.... I mean Wiggy. Do you mind coming with me? I think you are an important ... witness to this incident." "I don't mind," I wrote. "I just can't wait for this to be over." We got in his car and drove to the station. He took me to a small room with a table and chairs. "If you would wait in here, someone will be back in a few minutes to ask you some more question," said the officer. I nodded. "I hope they don't think I was behind what happened," I thought. "They're just going to blame the alien and everything will be fine. Why did I ever try that experiment with the transporter?" To be continued.