"We must travel back to Chicago, where the research facility is located, to get the antidote for the chemical that turned into kids," Cindy said as she grabbed my hand.
I was already getting peeved at being treated like the 3-year-old I had become, instead of the 29-year-old man I was.
"But how can we travel from here in California to Chicago in our condition," I complained. "With money," Cindy said as she plucked my wallet from my adult trousers
and put it in the pocket of her pink dress. At least she had pockets, which I didn't in my toddler's sunsuit.
"At least we shouldn't begin our journey on an empty stomach," I suggested. I led Cindy to my favorite local diner, where the wairtress hoisted me into a high chair.
How humiliating! I ordered my favorite, the Colossol Burger. When the waitress brought my meal, she pinched my chubby cheek and said I'd have to sing a song first.
So I sang the first tune that came into my head: "I'm going back to Suffragette City... Wham Bam Thank you Ma'am..." The wairtress looked absolutely shocked while
Cindy buried her face in her hand. Obviously, they were not fans of David Bowie!
I then discovered that I had not taken into account my younger age. I could barely pick up the Colossol Burger, which was almost as big as my head! Cindy had to cut
off tiny pieces to enable me to eat it. And I was full after eating only a third of it. I asked for a doggie bag, and the wairtress made me bark for it. "Something weird
should happen to her," I told Cindy.
And something weird did occur in the diner. I looked in awe as...