Stupid idea! Moonwalking?! Who has ever seen a gargoyle moonwalk? No one! And for good reason. THEY CAN'T! Carsyn had been mentally berating herself for wasting time trying to teach her transfigured gargoyle (who she lovingly named Mikey) how to moonwalk. When it didn't work, Carsyn was at a loss for a really great trick to teach this little stone man to perform in the upcoming circus.

She paced in front of a portrait of Edgar Stroulger, trying to come up with a new idea and talking aloud to herself. "But what can I make Mikey do that will be entertaining enough for the circus, but not too awkward a movement for a stone gargoyle? Back flips? No, that's what Professor Lafay did in class. And flying has been done before... UGHHH!!! Think, Carsyn, think!"

It was at that moment that she noticed the portrait of Edgar Stroulger, inventor of the Sneakoscope. She read something about him once, that he'd suffered from creator's block for a long time before he had the idea for the Sneakoscope. He claimed the key to his success was thinking about exactly what he needed from an invention - what would help him out in life. Maybe I need to do the same?

Carsyn turned toward the portrait and asked, "So I should think about what I would want to see in the circus and that's what I should make Mikey do? That could work..." The portrait looked at her with a confused expression, considering he couldn't hear her inner dialogue, and simply shrugged. Carsyn bit her thumbnail while she imagined what she would like to see. And then it came to her and the mental image was so funny she laughed out loud! "I got it! Thanks Mr. Stroulger!"

Carsyn dashed down the corridor to a windowsill that she could sit in, and pulled Mikey out of his box. She set him down on the sill and pointed her wand at him. Using the incantation she had grown accustomed to saying to Mikey, Carsyn cast "Piertotum Locomotor!" and the stone gargoyle sprang to life, turning his head left to right and back to center. With a smile upon her face, Carsyn ordered Mikey to complete the first of several tasks he would be responsible for, "Rub your tummy!" The gargoyle obeyed, unclenching his small stone fist and rubbing his belly in small circles. Carsyn giggled. It was a rather adorable sight. In fact, she laughed so hard, she felt the sudden urge to use the loo. Uh oh! Gotta run!

"Finite!" Carsyn stuffed Mikey into his box and dashed down the corridor to find the girls' bathroom. Why did it always seem like wherever Carsyn went, she was always running? Sigh.