No way was Jacob even touching the freaky magic shoes. And he didn't want to leave barefoot either. Which left the novel experience of cramming himself into shoes that would have been hilariously over-sized about ten hours ago.
Jacob sat down and dubiously lifted one of the 11s. His sense of scale was a bit off right now. Part of him thought the shoe looked too big, and part of him thought it was too small. Obviously it wouldn't fit right, but it was like he had two different perceptions about everything. It was really confusing!
They were too small. Any confusion he still had over the matter was solved as he shoved, gave up, tugged laces loose, shoved again, and finally yanked the heel up. He grimaced as the lack of space forced him to curl his toes, and he actually heard one of his socks tear from the friction. With a wince, Jacob scrambled unsteadily to his feet and snagged his dad's keys off the hook. Apparently too small, too big, too anything, badly fitted shoes make you super clumsy.
Trying to balance on his heels to stop his toes from hurting, Jacob stumbled to his dad's car and backed out of the garage. With his dad on second shift he probably wouldn't wake up for a few hours, so while Jacob technically wasn't allowed to use the car he was pretty sure he'd get away with it if he was fast. He didn't dare mess with the radio in case his dad noticed, and it sort of blew his mind that he didn't need to move the seat up. Being taller was kind of cool.
The drive into town only took a few minutes, and Jacob took that time to psych himself up to confront the staff at Funko's. He was going to hobble right in there, try not to fall down, and demand that the people that sold magic world-changing shoes give him a refund. Yeah...
He decided to stop thinking about it, because it was obviously a horrible plan. Besides, he'd just parked the car. Funko's was lit up and the sign on the door read "Open." There didn't seem to be much foot traffic yet; it was still early. As Jacob disengaged the key, he paused. It looked like there was a strange man sitting on a bench at the small park across the street. He was sitting next to a camera that looked like it might be pointed toward Funko's, and he seemed to be writing in a notebook.