Some of Dustin's buddies acknowledged him, but they didn't notice anything different about him. He'd always been a wimp. Dustin sighed. He was in the hall next to his locker standing with Ty when Julie rushed up to them.
"Oh, Dustin, Ty, I need your help, come with me!" said Julie.
It was still a half hour before school officially started, so they went with her into the Home Ec classroom. There was big machine whirring. It had four arms, that rotated stretching a gooey beige substance.
"I'mj making taffy, but I forgot my English paper at home. Now see," she said as she guided some errant taffy back on to the rotating arms. "I need you guys to put on rubber gloves and to keep the candy on the spokes. Please. I'll be back in 20 minutes, 25 tops."
"Sure," said Ty.
She dashed off, as Dustin put on the rubber gloves and reached for the taffy. He gasped as his wrist and arm started to fold into the taffy. He had forgotten he was still stretchy. Ty laughed, as Dustin was pulled out of his shirt sleeve and pants and onto the machine.
Ty picked up, Dustin's clothing and chuckled. Dustin was screaming for help, as his naked body and the taffy folded into each other. Ty said, "Let me give you a hand, Dustin."