See, she already had a little talk with Wanda about her other best galpal and the Wanton Witch knew what to do. She pranced over to her, as everyone in the room ignored the writhing and struggling Batgirl. "And what are YOU supposed to ..." Ivy's voice was cut off as the lacy, gown-wearing Wanda stuck her bosom right in the plant woman's face. There really was something magical about it. She waved it back and forth as she chanted, her voice as bouncy and lyrical as her breasts.

"It's terrible to be uptight

So from now on you'll be pleasant and light.

Harley's every idea is ever so grand,

So be like us and follow her command!

She'll no longer fear either your bark nor your bite!"

She was pressing her into her bosom tightly now. "Ivy, Ivy, forever be happy. Henceforth you're Harley's Flower Child Hippie."

"See," the clown chimed in. "I was thinkin', Red, and Free Love seems like just the thing you need. It'll setcha free!" She grinned even as the transformation began. Flowers appeared in Ivy's hair as the rest of her clothes disappeared altogether. And she had such a pleasant spacy smile upon her face. "So howya feeling?"

"Oh," It was the nicest, ditziest voice there could be. "I am like totally one with the universe, Harley. Come and lay with me."

"In a bit." Harley went over, not to her, but to her Delivery Girl. "Got some business first. Now, this is how I pay you." She honked her breast again. "It drives you nuts." Once, twice, three times. "Three is for when you did a really good job. It's what you want most in the world." Her eyes had rolled back comedically and Harley grinned. "Attagirl."

Her eyes turned Batgirl. "Now, for you! I think some big big thoughts, and I've been thinking the big problem with the world today is that kids just don't have the right sort of role models. So we're gonna fix that with you. My own Harley Quinn Girl Scout, cookies and all, a saucy little Bratgirl in her Harley Scout uniform. Betcha can't wait! Wanda, do your thing!"