The day after they went to the beach...
Tracy: *knocks on Freddy's door*
Tracy: Hey, Freddy, what did you want to talk about?
Tracy: *lets herself in as she doesn't hear a reply*
Tracy: Excuse me... Freddy?
Freddy: *in the corner of the room, looking at a smashed lightbulb, in the middle of his floor*
Freddy: You're finally here... My lightbulb was trying to attack me, but it fell and died... I still don't trust it, though... You work with machines, right? Help me and fix it!
Tracy: It wouldn't hurt to ask me politely...
Freddy: Hurry! It might come back alive at any moment! And I'm not risking dying at the hands of a lightbulb!
Tracy: *picking up the shards of the lightbulb, carefully, and placing them in the bin*
Tracy: First, lightbulbs don't have hands... Second, lightbulbs are not living beings... They are inanimate objects that-
Freddy: Okay, I get it! Would you please hurry up?!
Freddy: *still petrified, in the corner*
Tracy: I'm helping you out, so be nice! I could just walk out, right now, and leave you shivering in that corner.
Freddy: Jeez! Sorry! Just...! Ugh...
Tracy: *grabs a chair and stands on it, trying to reach the ceiling*
Tracy: Okay, I can reach. I just need to get you a new lightbulb. Could you-
Freddy: *poof and he shrunk into a rat*
Tracy: *poof and she's now a he*
Freddy: What the hell?! Why am I a rat?! It's the lightbulb's magic, isn't it?!
Tracy: *has a deeper, but still cute, voice*
Tracy: No, lightbulbs can't do magic...
Servais: *walks in, with longer hair, no more beard, and a higher pitched voice*
Servais: Did somebody say 'magic'~?
Freddy: What on earth?! Servais is a girl now?!
Tracy: I feel something wriggling... 'Down there'...
Servais: *puffing out his chest*
Servais: Someone did some lovely magic, and now I have my own boobs to fondle! And, Tracy, you're probably referring to your penis.
Tracy: *takes a quick peek*
Tracy: Why... Why do I have that?
Servais: Also, why do I have such large breasts?
Freddy: You guys have been genderbent, while I have been turned into a rat?!
