"Let's try this a montage then!"
*Several vials and beakers later*
"Please let this one not turn you into a whale. Again."
I pour the contents of the last beaker onto currently crab-shaped Marv.
There is a poof of poofyness.
"YES! You're normal again! As normal as any of us get, anyway."
“She'd become a governess. It was one of the few jobs a known lady could do. And she'd taken to it well. She'd sworn that if she did indeed ever find herself dancing on rooftops with chimney sweeps she'd beat herself to death with her own umbrella.”
― Hogfather