Bryan, stunned at the transformation he had just undergone, cringed as his younger brother's huge hand reached down for the wand. On the one hand, he felt more powerful than he ever had in his dad's clone body. On the other, he realized that he would be no match for any normal-sized person since he had somehow been reduced to half the size he should have been.
The hand came closer. Bryan ducked backwards, pointed the wand, and said, "I wish Brett would do anything I tell him." He felt an odd power --not entirely pleasant--surge through his body, and then Brett's hand was on the wand, plucking it from between his miniature fingers.
"Nice try, Bry," said Brett, giving him a dark look, "but it didn't work, as you can see. And now, just so you won't cause me any MORE trouble while I figure this thing out . . ." Brett pointed the wand down at the small replica of his father. "I wish Bryan would shrink to--"
"No!" screamed Bryan, horrified at the thought of getting even smaller. "Stop it!"
Brett did. He continued to point the wand meaningfully, but he couldn't seem to spit the remainder of his wish out.
Bryan sighed. His hasty wish had worked.
"Dammit, Bryan! What did you do to me!" Brett bellowed. Then, upon seeing he had his voice back, he tried again. Pointing the wand, he said, "I wish Bryan--"
"Brett, shut up," said Bryan. "You can no longer make any wishes that I don't authorize."
Brett's wishing ground to a halt again, his face contorted into a murderous expression.
Bryan heaved a sigh of relief, but relief was not to last long. Seeing that his words were useless, Brett launched himself at his much smaller brother!