The not-quite-help has arrived. [Visual]

[notmakingsense]

[Discord appears on the scroll once again. He's his usual self by the looks of it.]

So, looks like some of us have been turning into diaper-clad foals, while others seriously need some wrinkle cream. Am I right?

[...Yup, silence. Loving it.]

...Right. Anyways. It has come to my attention that my help might be required to return everypony to their rightful, confused selves. And I have been force-[coughcough]-asked nicely to lend a hoof.

So... whomever wants to get back to their normal selves, kindly give me a call, and I'll do what I can. C'mon, what's the worst that could happen?
[Because absolutely nothing can go wrong here. Do you sare give it a chance?]

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[ponykreutzer]

I'll manage. As...quadrupedal as I am, I'm at least I'm old enough to fend for myself. I can't say the same for all of the children across town. They will need the assistance more than I do.

However, I'm left to question the plausibility of a cure appearing so shortly after the problem.