Uh-oh.
-Wow! -Aah!
Whoa!
Aah! No!
Agh. This books weigh 12 tons.
How do they expect us to carry all this?
We need those little golf carts.
Preferably with Tiger Woods driving.
Exqueeze me, Smellman.
So did you commoners notice I lost an eighth of a pound?
Hmm. Leave your brain at home again?
Oh, look, it's trying to be funny.
I'm referring of course to my new Waif Moth-look.
As in Waif Moth, the supermodel.
Ha-ha-ha. Silly me.
I thought your were going for Waif Moth the monster trucker.
Ha, ha, freaks.
Gotta admit, those jeans a pretty trick.
Look at those softball guys drooling over her.
Oh, come on, Chloe. Like I care what other people think.
I bet you care what Harvey thinks.
So, what do you think of Gem's new Waif Moth jeans?
It doesn't matter what I think. Look what everybody else thinks.
What do you think, Harvey?
Of the Waif Moth look, I mean.
Well, I think a lot of guys like that look.
Really? You think?
Well, you know, like....
-Come on, Chloe. -Where we going?
The mall.
Yuk.
Ew, creepy skinny girl.
Wrong side.
Identifying worms. Now, that what's I call cool.
So, what do you think?
I think we're gonna need a shoehorn to fit into these things.
They're so tiny.
Well, they only come in one size. Waif.
So they better fit.
Hey, hey, hey. No one dressing in front of the kitty.
What's the big joke?
A talking kitty cat cracks me up every time.
You get permission to tell one mortal about your secret and you choose her?
No counting for taste.
I did it.
You got them on?
No. I got them over my ankles.
Now the hard part.
Almost there. It's going, it's going, it's going.
Ugh.
It's gone.
It's no use. Ugh.
How do they expect us to wear these things if we can't get them buttoned?
Hold on, I have just the thing.
???A vent will get those jeans buttoned in a jiffy.
Looks kind of dangerous.
No, no, no. I'll just open her up and--
Whoops.
Forgot to clean it.
He's your cat. You go first.
I don't know if this is such a good idea.
Just relax.
And whatever you do, don't look into the light.
Just kidding.
It worked. It worked, it worked.
Whoo-hoo. Destination: Coolness.
Whoa! Unh.
Aah!
I think I'm gonna be si--
Salem, are you all right? Did you swallow it?
Yup.
But it's not the ingestion that worries me.
It's the out-gestion. Oh.
Well, Sab, I say it's time to whip out that broomstick...
...and zap us up a pair of jeans that fit.
No. No magic.
We can do this by ourselves. What's a couple of pounds?
We'll just have to watch what we eat.
What? I'm watching it.
That's not what I meant.
From now on, we eat only healthy stuff.
I've selected these fine foods to start.
Soy jerky, garbanzo flakes, and my personal favorite, tofu on a stick.
And after we finished hurling.
Carrot-dipped kidney beans.
Agh. There's gotta be an easier way.
There is. Exercise.
Chloe, I'm proud of you.
What kind of exercise did you have in mind?
A power walk to the Spookie Jar.
Agh. A mile away.
I should have seen that one a mile away.
I'm itching, I'm itching, I'm itching.
Enchantra. I bet you this is one of Enchantra's spells. Oh.
Make it stop, please. Make it stop.
Give me a second, I'm looking for the cure.
Here we go. Bingo.
Bewitching itching.
Aunties, can I--?
Sabrina, scratch my back. I'll do anything, just scratch my back.
- Anything? - Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Up, up. Down, down.
Right. Now left.
Right again. Right. Right there.
Right there. Yes, yes, yes.
Now you have to do something for us.
We need a weight-loss spell...
...so that we can slip into our new Waif Moth blue jeans.
Absolutely not. You girls look pretty just the way you are.
If you like, I'll take your jeans out for you.
-The jeans aren't the problem. -It's us.
If we lost a couple of pounds, we'd be as cool as Waif Moth.
Don't you see? We have to fit in to fit in.
Isn't she bomb worthy?
Hmm. She looks kind of scrawny.
I've got broomsticks with better figures.
Itch, itch. Itch, itch, itch.
Mm. Mm-mm.
Hey!
Aah!
- Unh. - Mm.
Scratching post. My special splintery friend.
Oh, yeah. That's the sweet spot.
Wait a minute, this isn't an itching spell. It's...
...Salem!
Ah!
Ugh.
-We've been infested by fleas. -Aah!
Is there a problem, ladies?
It's bath time, partner.
Bath? Heh.
You mean with water and bubbles up my nose...
...and unpleasant scrubbing.
You're not taking me alive!
Aah!
Oh!
Yaah!
Salem, come back. Where are you going?
Let's go. Come back here, you fleabag.
No. No!
Coast is clear. Time to work some magic mojo.
If thou wants to open me, thou must answer questions three.
Fire away.
What is your name?
-Sabrina. -And Chloe.
What is your quest?
To fit into our jeans.
What is your favorite color?
Blue. No, orange. Wait, red. I'm sorry, purple.
You know, I've always had a soft spot in my heart for black.
Black's not a color. Black is the absence of color.
- I thought that was white. - No, I think it's black.
Anyway, my favorite color's burgundy, so it all depends on who the jar is asking.
Oh, never mind. Grab a stinking cookie.
If vanity makes you feel immense and you have lost all common sense...
...step aboard this magic scale.
I promise you, this will not fail.
Liking it. Liking it.
Smaller, here we come.
Weight reduction in a blink.
This spell will make you shrink and think.
Look, we lost a pound already. We're gonna look just like Waif Moth.
So then why am I getting a bad feeling?
Ooh, these things fit like a glove.
Like a surgical glove.
Gem is gonna be so jealous.
Ooh.
Let's see if Harvey bows down to our overwhelming coolness.
Hi, Harvey.
Huh?
He didn't see me.
He didn't look. He didn't even glance.
Well, we'll fix that.
Hi, Harvey.
Yo.
So do you notice anything different about me?
Yeah, your hair, uh--
It is parted in, uh--
I mean, cut. Right? You cut your part?
Glasses. You weren't wearing glasses?
I've never worn glasses.
Waif Moth. Waif Moth.
I'm wearing Waif Moth jeans.
Waif who?
Uh, that was my guess.
-Look, there's Gem. -Walk. Talk.
Yoo-hoo. Gem.
I just love what you're wearing
What's happening?
Why are our pants so big?
I don't think it's our pants. I think it's us.
We haven't just lost a couple of pounds...
...we've lost a couple of inches.
We're shrinking!
I can't believe we're shrinking.
Well, so much for my professional basketball career.
This is great, Spellman. Good work.
I can't believe you talked me into this.
-Me? -Okay, ask me again.
What?
Ask me what I notice different about you.
You mean other than she's 2 feet shorter?
What?
No, I was gonna say your pants. Nice pants.
-Can I talk to you a sec? -What?
What are we gonna do?
Uh, tell folks we need more calcium in our diets?
Don't you understand?
We're going to continue to shrink until we reverse the spell.
Are you gonna eat your sloppy joe?
Help yourself.
Thanks. Oh, did I mention nice pants?
Listen to me. We'll make a break for the door.
Ready? On three. One, two, three!
Jeez.
Sixth graders are getting smaller every year.
We have to get home right now and readjust the magic scale.
That's the only way to reverse the spell.
Hopping around in a giant gym sock.
Oh, yeah. We're styling.
Uh-oh. Color us roadkill.
Whoa!
Number 2 pencil. Incoming!
The lockers, go for the lockers.
This couldn't get any worse.
I stand corrected.
We're trapped.
Bright side.
I think I got a line on a fashion upgrade.
Finally, a pair of jeans that fits.
It's Gem.
Wait up. Just let me get my purse.
This is better than the Roaster Coaster at Wowie World.
Hey. Hi, Gem.
This is our chance. Let's make a break for it before--
- Yowza. - I don't think so.
Come on, help me.
We need to find something to get down with.
Oh, yeah.
I'm sure Gem keeps a parachute in here.
It's probably right next to the bungee cord.
Forget it. I smell butter, we're so toasted.
I can see the headlines.
Chloe Flan and friend die in freak fashion accident.
"And friend"? I'm "and friend"?
Well, it is your fault.
My fault?
What happened to, "If only we could lose a couple of pounds, we could be popular"?
Okay, so it was a bad plan.
What do you want? I'm 12.
Hey, what are you sitting on?
Dental floss. Why?
Oh, no. Oh, no.
Oh, no, no. Oh, no.
Do you think this dental floss will hold?
If it doesn't, don't worry. The ground will break your fall.
Whoa.
Hello!
A little consideration down here!
Nobody likes a litterbug.
Well, it could be worse.
Don't say it.
-Don't say what? -Don't say what you're about to say.
You mean "at least it's not raining"?
You just had to say it.
I don't think we're going to make it.
We can't swim. The current's too strong.
We'll get washed away.
Maybe we won't have to swim.
Grab that gum wrapper.
Oh. Remember the summer camp origami classes?
Ooh, let me. I'm great at those.
Look. A bristle birch yak.
I was thinking more like a boat.
We're in trouble.
Storm drain's off the bow.
-Where? -The bow.
The bow. That's starboard.
-Where's the bow? -In front of us. The bow is front.
Then why don't you just say "the front"?
Paddle. Paddle!
-Hold on. Harvey's our last chance. -Unh. Aah. Unh.
Quick, grab his shoelace.
Weird. Why would Harvey fill his cuffs with dirt?
Pfft. He's a guy. Like he needs a reason for anything.
Looks like Sabrina missed the bus.
Well, I hope she's okay.
Ha-ha-ha. She's probably modeling rags with her carbon-copy friends.
Come on, Pi. Sabrina's not like that.
Well, I mean, she wasn't. Until today.
Yeah. What's with that Waif Moth style anyway?
Yeah. Ha.
Dude, I think I see her appendix poking through.
Yeah.
Man, I don't get girls going all skeletal. Trying to stuff themselves into tight pants.
He doesn't? Agh!
The Harvman's slogan is be yourself.
Hey, I thought your slogan was girls are gross. Yeah.
But my fallback slogan is be yourself.
Well, isn't this ironic?
If we had just been ourselves, none of this would have ever happened.
Sabrina, we just have to boogie back to that scale.
Now me, I like nice, loose clothes with lots of storage space.
I mean, where else could I keep my worms?
Worms?
Where? Aah!
Jeez, even the worm's air sick.
Follow me.
Okay, here comes my house. Are you ready?
Ready for what?
Whoa!
-Oh, hello, Harvey. -Hey.
Ha-ha-ha. They're so funny. Ha, ha.
On the bright side, you may have won $10 million.
There's the magic scale.
Oh, no.
How are we gonna make it all the way up there?
Salem. Suppertime.
We'll jump on Salem, go inside his ear and scream for help.
I got news for you.
The only way you're gonna get me to jump off this table is to push...
...me!
Wait a second. It's not suppertime yet.
Oh, did I say suppertime?
I meant bath time.
It's a trap!
It's for your own good, Salem.
Look what I've got. Flea, be gone.
I got news for you. Salem be gone too.
Ooh.
Salem, slow down.
Quick. We've gotta get to his ear.
Get ready to jump.
Eeh! Ouch!
Owie, owie, owie, owie.
Maybe I do need a bath after all.
No. Harsh detergents ruin the supple luster of my coat.
Look, there's the scale. Just a little further and--
Oh, no.
Hold on!
You are too extreme.
Mom will be glad to know those gymnastics lessons...
...didn't go to waste.
This whole skinny Waif thing...
-...was bad juju. -Yup.
I don't need some dumb Waif Moth insignia on my clothes to be cool.
I can't believe how vain I was.
Totally. You were pretty vain.
-Thank you. I can do without the help. -Ha-ha-ha.
Ow. Whoa!
Were you using the Spookie Jar without permission?
What makes you say that?
I'm freezing here. Who's got the blow-dryer?
What? What's everybody laughing at?
Freaks.