"Fee, Fie, Foe, Fum, I smell the blood of a thieving scum!" boomed a voice behind Pete.
He spun around, and found himself looking up at a kneecap. He tilted his head back further, and found himself looking about a giant's kilt. He tried to turn and run, but a meaty paw pinned his arms to his sides, and lifted him off the ground.
"Hey! Who? What? I-" Pete stammered from his vise gripped prison. He stared into the giant's face, as his hot garlicky breath blasted his face.
"Hey? You break into my cloud kingdom, and that's all you have to say?"
"Cloud kingdom? I just walked out of a shop, bought a letter opener, er, but it turned into a sword, and then a dagger? And I wasn't in the city anymore, I was here," Pete explained, "And my clothes changed too."
The giant sniffed, "You don't smell like the snackbits around here. Hm? Magicked? Perhaps you're a diversion?"
The giant spun around and hurried up a hillside, and then down toward a massive castle, while carrying Pete in his firm grip as he ran. It was like being a rag doll in the giant's grip. Even so, he could feel his clothing changing again, along with the dagger.
At last he stopped. Pete gasped and caught his breath. He panted loudly.
"Hush!" whispered the giant, "I did all the running." He paused and breathed in hard.
"What's a snackbit?"
"Hm, little folk like you, of course. But you smell too clean. You smell of soot and metal, and things they don't. Someone put you here, dressed like that to get me preoccupied. Now let's see what they're up to-"
The giant shoved open the massive door. And stepped inside.
"Well,, if you know I'm innocent, let me go!" demanded Pete.
"Huh? Oh, you're still a snack bit." whispered the giant. Then he raised a log sized finger to his lips, as they heard the sound of metal coins clanking from beyond the next door.