[The unsharklike squealing pitches up even more as the little beast finds itself wrapped in ghostly vines, it's tail slapping against the sides of the fountain, and it's little gray feet kicking and flailing like a tantruming toddler.

Oh but those vines are loose, so Oengus doesn't spend too much time admiring the spell. Swiftly, he slaps the net down atop the creature, firmly this time, before carefully reaching down with one clawed hand to twist and turn the net and it's contents until its well and wrapped up.]

Excellent! Impeccable reflexes, my friend. It'd have surely scampered well off into the mall without you. Now...

... I have no idea what to do with it. ... Suppose we ought drop it in the ocean, shouldn't we?