Two down, just one left...

Everyone but Phil ducked and hid...Dean Pulling WW out the way...Phil just stood there and gave the PM the finger.....
The ball hit the combined polymorph and blew up about a third of it, killing the youngest of the three....
<END SNIP>
Dean got up, his hair singed, and face blackened, the dress was ok though he ascertained. Wait. Dress. Not stylish suit. Dress.
"Guys." said Dean, ignoring the advancing polymorph, "am I in a dress?"
"Yes." said Phil, not moving from his pose of flipping off the PM.
WW suddenly burst out with another handful of nades. minus pins.
"Oh smeg." said Dean. Diving for cover again. "This'll ruin the su...dress."
WW flung the pile of ticking grenades at the PolyMorph, both stopping it and leaving just the mummy to be slaughtered.
"Hell yeah!" WW yelled dowing his victory dance, before the PolyMorph extended a sucker and took all his triumphalism away.
"Whoops." said Dean, getting up from his position on the floor. "Damn things." he muttered, rearranging his breasts again...
 
Dean "Cursed Things" Thomas