"Now what?" Karl said setting his tablet down, and taking his vibrating phone from his back pocket. He glared at the incoming call, sighed, and answered it.
"Yes, dad, your tablet?" Karl stole a glance at his tablet. "Oh, you have mine? So I must have yours? Uh, I dunno. I'll have to check my locker," he lied. "Oh, you've activated the tracker, as it has top secret info on it? I'll get it immediately and bring it home right away. No need to come to my school." Karl sounded nervous.
Chad thought whatever Karl had planned was scuttled. Now if he would just release him.
"Plan B," said Karl grabbing the tablet. He aimed it at the naked black statue. He pushed a button, and the world exploded. A giant Karl loomed over Chad like a skyscraper. His huge hand engulfed Chad totally. He was plunged into darkness. A moment or two later, he realized he was inside Karl's front right pants pocket. Chad could only hear the sound of fabric and items moving. Karl must've cleaned up the field house, and now seemed to be running home, undoubtedly to return the tablet to his father. But what had he done to Chad. Chad was still frozen and aware, but he was now pocketsized. Was he an action figure? A chess piece? A tiny statue? Or something else?
At last, Chad heard doors opening and closing, and voices.
"Hey, Dad, I've got your tablet. Sorry for the mix up. If I'd tried to use it, I'd have discovered it was yours and called you right away."
"Never mind, Karl, I should have put it back in the safe instead of leaving it out," said Karl's father. He added, "It looks like you ran home, you're all sweaty, go shower before dinner."
"Right oh, I am a bit ripe," replied Karl. He turned to go upstairs and his hand slipped inside his pocket. He was reassured to feel Chad still there.
What was plan B?
Chad was now sitting on Karl's wardrobe watching the grotesque giant strip. Chad wondered if his pores were that huge and disgusting too? Naked Karl plodded into his bathroom, and Chad could hear him showering. He was there for at least half an hour.
"Cut my shower short," said Karl as he stood there dripping while he toweled his hair, "I want a front row seat for plan B." He snickered.
What the hell was Plan B? Chad wondered.