Andrew now realizes he can have some fun as and with his sister. He quickly puts the medallion back on the table.
"Mom! Dad! Come quick Andrew fell and knocked himself out."
Hearing Tina screaming, they rush downstairs. By the time they reach the kitchen, 'Andrew' is starting to come around. Mom rushes to 'his' side taking Tina's new head in her hands.
"Honey, are you alright?"
"I, ah," she begins and tries to clear her throat. "I, um."
"He bonked his head on an open cabinet door then spun into the fridge, lost his balance then tried to drive his head through the floor," Andrew improvises before Tina can say anything.
"Tina, don't make fun of this. It could be serious."
"Oh, like it could improve his brain or make him think he's someone else?"
"OK, Princess. We know you two have differences and sometimes Andrew can be a little clumsy, but not now, Sweetie."
Tina's Andrew-eyes go wide again finally focusing on the other Tina. Then she looks down at herself in Andrew's body. It only takes a moment to know what's happened: she's been setup by her brother.
"Sorry, Daddy. But should we call an ambulance and have him evaluated?"
"That's probably not needed, is it Andrew?" mom asks Tina.
"No. Um, agah. No. I'm OK."
"Maybe we better be sure," Andrew suggests hoping to solidify his position and assuming Tina won't be able to answer. "What's your name? When's your birthday? Who's your favorite baseball player?"
Tina's eyes start to throw flames at Andrew as Tina growls back, "Andrew William Jamison. June 16th. Which team, professional, college or our high school, boys or girls?"
"No need to get quippy you two. Let's get you up to bed, and Mom'll bring an ice pack for your head. We don't want a couple of bumps rising."
"I think it's best you stay in tonight instead of going to the movies with Tom and Jack later."
"Aw, mom. I'm fine, really," Tina whines just like Andrew would. Might as well play the part.
"Speaking of going out," Mom offers. "Tina, shouldn't you be getting ready for your date?"