"Matt's punishment is . . ." Jim Laird began, but he was interrupted when Paul suddenly and unexpected jumped to his feet and grabbed the wand out of his hand!
"Wha--" gasped Matt's dad, completely shocked that he'd gone from being in charge of the situation to being at the mercy of his neighbor, who was suddenly quite a bit larger than he should have been.
"Jim, you and Matt seem to be shrinking," said Paul, who towered head, shoulders, and chest above the diminishing Lairds. "I wish you would both shrink even faster down to one foot tall and then stop."
"No!" shouted Jim, to no avail. Matt was silent as both he and his father shrunk out of their clothes and down to the specified size.
Paul smiled down at the reduced duo. Jim shrugged the tentlike clothing off of his body and shouted up: "Paul, change us back immediately! You don't know what you're doing!" Matt, still silent, just looked up in awe at the giant and studly older man who had been at his mercy only the day before.
"Come on, Jim. Lighten up," boomed Paul. "This is just the tip of the iceberg!"