"Hey, where'do everyone go? What are you doing with Dylan?" Rob asked. He had a notoriously small bladder, and had run off to use the men's room after throwing a balloon.
"Huh, they got their prizes and left," growled the carney offering Rob a kewpie doll.
Rob waved his hand no, and said, "I don't want a prize, I want Dylan."
There carney cursed, but put the doll under his arm, and unstrapped Dylan. The rubber clad boy stumbled into Rob's arms.
"His clothes, please," Asked Rob.
"It don't need em anymore," said the carney handing Rob a brown paper bag with Dylan's stuff in it.
"Come on, Dylan, let's find the rest of the guys," Rob said.
Dylan mumbled, "Mfftmbl."
There carney slumped down on his stool. The midway was quiet here. He was right next to the dock, so he got first fruits, but he'd have to wait for the next boatload of victims. He must've sat there for almost 20 minutes grumbling to himself, when he noticed that he was still holding the kewpie doll in his bare hands. He tried to drop it, but it held fast. It was already doing its evil magic. He jumped off the stool. He was shrinking. His head barely came up to the counter.