"He's got enough quack equipment," Wheelan said.
"Be still," Karen said, her hold tight now on his arm.
"We're going to change," shouted Balderstone, not using the microphone. "When I say 'swallow' I want you all to swallow those capsules. Then you better get out of your clothes quick! Because when I turn on my applied lycanthropy beam things are going to start happening." He had reached the platform edge and was crouched there, teetering. "Now! One, two, three. Swallow!"
Balderstone dived for the beam and clicked it on. Ties and hats shot up into the air. Coat sleeves flapped, became entangled with print dresses and lace slips.
"Looks like Annapolis on graduation day," Wheelan said softly, starting to feel uneasy.
The beam was played over the audience, slowly from left to right. All the lights were out and there was only the dim orange flicker of the bonfire. "Relax, relax," Balderstone shouted. "Change!" He dropped and sat on the stage edge.
There was a sputtering howl near the entrance and a large black cat leaped up, clawing at the air, twisting and falling back.
Wheelan couldn't breathe, couldn't tell Karen to stop her fingernails from digging into his skin.
Great yowling cats were popping up across the field, faster and faster. Wheelan noticed his dentist still hadn't gotten his striped shorts off. Then he jerked back against Karen and they both tumbled off the crates. "Run," he said.