The conclusion of Mr. Snaggle’s Oddities! How will Peter stop Snaggle and save his friends and neighbors? Read on to find out!

Audio version narrated by David Carroll:

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Sweat dripped from Peter’s forehead as he concentrated on the vial in front of him. Next to it, three other vials were mocking his previous failures, each was filled with a solidified black substance. If he thought making special shampoos and vitamins had been a challenge, this was a nightmare. Peter knew he had to finish it tonight, they would be leaving tomorrow morning.

He knew this was it. If this potion didn’t work, everything he had set up would mean nothing. His parents would still leave for Europe tomorrow morning and he would still be leaving with Mr. Snaggle. The man went on and on about how together they would make a circus fit for royalty. That didn’t sound interesting to Peter at all.

Worse still, his need to keep lying about his interest only served to excite Snaggle a little more each day. He hated lying to the old man, but what else was he going to do? He needed more time. He always needed more time. After tonight, it would be the one thing he didn’t have.

With a deep breath, he projected the last ingredient of his potion. The vial turned a bright green that started to turn darker. As it turned, Peter got nervous. If it didn’t stop changing soon, it would be another two hours wasted. If that happened he would only have one more shot. That would mean he’d have to skip the final ingredient. It was that final bit of himself that made the whole thing a challenge.

If he was right, that last little bit would allow Jackson to retain his thoughts after his transformation. There was one other option if it should come to that, but Peter liked this one more. He watched as the potion turned to a deep green before beginning to lighten back up.

“My boy, you’ve done it! And quite masterfully, if I do say so!” Mr. Snaggle slapped a hand on Peter’s back and he fought the urge the move away from the man. He felt more contemptuous of the things Mr. Snaggle had done to trap him every day. Instead though, he gritted his teeth and put on a good face.

“Thank you, I see how right you were about the complication now. I feel as if I just ran a marathon after so many hours of work.”

“Well you should be proud, Peter. You may think the afternoon a failure because it took so much time, but know that I do the same all the time! You are a natural, my boy, a natural! It was as if you had done it before.” Snaggle said. “What do you say, shall we give him the potion then?” The excitement was plain in his voice. Peter did the best he could to put on a smile.

He waited in the lab while Mr. Snaggle went to get Jackson. Peter didn’t want to know where the man had been keeping his friend for so long. He must have had him locked up somewhere. It fueled the fire that was building inside him against Mr. Snaggle. It was now or never, he knew, and he fought all the feelings of trust he had picked up for the old man.

Jackson came in, blindfolded, with a frown on his face. At least he looked healthy. Peter was glad Mr. Snaggle had fed him well.

The old man sat him in a chair next to where Peter was sitting. Snaggle smiled encouragingly toward him. With a gulp, Peter took his potion and poured the vial on his best friend’s head. It took everything he had to keep the tears inside at the fear on Jackson’s face. Snaggle was looking at Jackson with greed in his eyes.

Jackson began to twitch and fell from his stool. He wriggled about on the floor as his body began the transformation. Mr Snaggle moved forward, watching eagerly. “Yes, yes, simply magnificent.” His words were drawn out, like he was under some spell watching it all. Jackson cried out at the painful process, catching Peter’s attention. He could see the claws forming on his hands and feet. His friend let out a guttural cry as he sat up on arms and legs. Fur sprouted up across his body as the growth began.

“Quick, hide behind something!” Snaggle shouted, eyes wide. Jackson grew a couple hundred pounds as the orange and black fur finished growing. Peter jumped behind the nearest counter. Before he ducked down, he stared in awe at his creation. Jackson was the exact image of a tiger. His best friend growled viciously at Snaggle. It had worked, his potion had worked! Even the bits of anger Peter added had worked. He could tell that Jackson felt all that anger toward Snaggle.

Peter finally ducked behind the counter as Snaggle let out a horrible cry. In his mind he saw Jackson pounce on the old man. He couldn’t suppress the smile that found its way to his face. He peeked out from around the corner and saw Snaggle struggling with the tiger and his smile disappeared. Actually seeing the attack was something else entirely. It wasn’t as large as a real tiger, but it was still enormous.

He realized that Mr. Snaggle had been struggling to pull something from a pocket hidden in his sleeve. Peter watched in horror as the man pulled the stopper and poured the vial on Jackson. Immediately, the tiger slumped to the ground. Snaggle had gashes all over his body.

“No!” Peter yelled. “Did you kill him? I didn’t mean for this! It was an accident”

“Calm down, my boy.” Snaggles words were tired and strained. “It is only a sleeping potion. What you did, it- it’s remarkable work, Peter. Why don’t we have a toast to your success. I could certainly use a drink.” Snaggled limped back to the counter Peter hid behind. He opened the cabinet and pulled out his favorite brandy, and a jug of juice for Peter.

“My heart is racing. I can’t believe that it worked.” Peter said.

Snaggle smiled down at him, handing him a glass of juice. “To your very first potion!” The man held his glass down to toast Peter. The two glasses clinked together. Mr. Snaggle didn’t waste any time in downing his brandy. “You didn’t drink?” Peter looked to the ground, suddenly feeling very guilty. “What is it, my boy?”

“It’s just that, I couldn’t toast to my first potion until you took that drink.” The man’s eyes widened. “I’m sorry! I had to do it, you- YOU DESERVE IT!” Peter moved backward reflexively.

Snaggle dropped his glass and it shattered on the ground. “How- How did you do this? You are never alone in here, I know it for a fact!” The man fell backward into a chair, not fighting the changes beginning inside him.

“When you fought with Jackson.” He said. “I added it to your brandy when you were fighting. It was all I could come up with.”

Oddly, Mr. Snaggle smiled at that. He looked very peaceful. “I always said you were a very clever boy.” Then he screamed as the changes really started. His body shrunk and his skin turned green all over. He shook uncontrollably as the final changes took place. Peter took a jar and trapped the caterpillar inside. He breathed a sigh of relief. Finally, it was all over.

Peter ran to the stock room that he wasn’t supposed to know about. The potions he was looking for were packed in a box in the corner. He’d found the clues to get around Snaggle’s securities in the old book he’d found. He took the whole box and ran back into the lab. He took one of the vials and poured it in Jackson’s mouth.

He was thankful that the sleeping potion would keep Jackson from the painful transformation back to his human body. He watched in amazement as his friend changed from the tiger form. It really had been a good plan, he was quite proud.

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After all the animals were made human again, Peter found himself in a new set of trouble. Some of the kids Snaggle had transformed were very old indeed, and many were from other countries. Eventually, he decided it wasn’t something he should have to deal with at all. He asked some of the neighborhood kids to watch over everyone and he and a few others went to their houses.

It was a pleasant surprise that the parents did not argue with them. It was pretty obvious that their kids were not away at camp when they were standing right in front of them. On top of that, that realization seemed to snap them out of whatever Snaggle had done to them. While they were skeptical, they listened and agreed to check things out on their own.

Peter left it to all the parents to figure out what to do with dozens of children, some with no homes. After a few dozen thanks and hand-shakes, Peter left. He still had his parents to see to. He’d found a concoction that would counter the tea his parents had been drinking. Then everything would be back to normal again.