Chad sputtered and squirmed trying to escape giant Rick's vicious scrubbing with the giant toothbrush. He slipped and slid on the slippery curved porcelain of the bathroom sink, but he was too small and confused to mount an escape. He was exhausted by his struggles, and his foot lodged under the popup drain cover/plug, and he tripped. Chad hurt. He lay splayed out naked on the bottom of the sink with the water sloshing around him. Rick continued to scrub. He wanted Chad to be pristine. Rick kept scrubbing even after Chad was clean to make sure that the tiny moaning, unmoving figure was still alive. Bruno had told him originally that the transformation spell required the victim to be alive, broken bones were usually not a problem if the victim was going to be transformed into clothing.
It was over an hour later that Bruno returned. Rick was still poking Chad with the toothbrush. Bruno walked over, and turned off the running tap. He poked and prodded the unconscious form of tiny Chad with his index finger, and rolled him over. Chad moaned softly.
Bruno remarked as he lifted limp tiny wet Chad out of the sink, "He looks like a drowned rat. Lucky he's still alive. Why didn't you turn the water off, Rick?"
"I wanted him to be clean," answered Rick nervously, "Besides you didn't tell me to turn the water off."
Bruno opened his mouth to say, It's a good thing we didn't turn Chad into your pet. He obviously wouldn't last long without someone to tell you to feed him, and clean his cage. But he didn't. He remembered Byron. That was the reason they had decided on inanimate. Byron had killed all of Rick's pets, and you cannot kill something that's inanimate.
They went downstairs to the kitchen, where Bruno had set up his supplies for rubberizing Chad.
There were bottles, jars, a funnel, and some sort of appliance with metal rods. It looked sort of like a small rotisserie to Rick.
"Are we making cookies or Chad elastic?"
Bruno rolled his eyes, "What do you think?"
He laid tiny Chad down in a large rectangular glass pan.
"My ma has one just like that," said Rick.
"It's hers," answered Bruno, "Be sure to clean it up when we're done or you may have some really extra chewy brownies next time she bakes."
"Oh."
Bruno proceeded to mix the various bottles' contents in the Mason jar. He heated the concoction in a pan of water on the stove. When the black liquid turned reddish-brown, he took it off the stove, and set it on the table next to the pan where Chad lay prostrate.
"Good we have 8 ounces of the stuff."
Looking at the jar, Rick grinned, and asked, "Can I pour it on him?"
"No! He has to drink it."
"But there's no way tiny Chad can drink all that!" protested Rick.
"That's what the funnel is for, we force feed him. Don't worry, he will absorb all that goes down his throat. But we have to wait until it cools a bit."
Chad opened his eyes. He had partially recovered. He cautiously moved his head hoping the giants wouldn't notice. He noticed the extension cord hanging off the weird kitchen appliance. He had no idea that the appliance was intended for him. He figured they were going to force feed him that goo.