Clark had to admit it-he respected the nurse. It might not have seemed like them, but she was a tough cookie.

Of course he just got detention. Darn.

"Yes ma'am." he nodded to the detention. "But no to the pretzel. I'm allergic to those too." What wasn't he allergic to? Water. Among other things.

"C'mon Jake! Let's go to detention!" he said in mock enthusiasm. "Can I have a potion for owl feathers?" he asked, not wanting to change his hair color yet again.