Suddenly, Mike stopped growing. Jennifer noted that, even sitting on her floor, Mike was as tall as the door now. At least he had thought to make sure his clothes grew with him. He let out a sigh of relief. "Oh, man," he said. "This is bigger than I wanted to be."
"You idiot!" Jennifer shouted at him. "Now, what are you going to do? You're over fifteen feet tall."
"Maybe I could crawl down the hallway," he said and crawled towards the door.
"No," Jennifer said, stepping in his way. "We need to turn back to normal."
"Why?" he said. "Yeah, this is a bit too much, but I like being big."
"Well, it's my Wishing Money, and I get to say how it gets spent." She stood firm.
Mike groaned. "Fine," he said. "I don't see why I have to take orders from you. You're just a little girl."
"And, whose fault is that?" she said. "Let me use..."
"Nah," he said. "I've got it." He reached a giant hand to scoop up all the remaining Wishing Money.
"No!" she said. "You don't know the rules."
"It's fine!" he said as he sat back down heavily on her floor. "I'll just wish us back to normal."
"Be careful what you say. If you mess it up..."