Bryan thought fast. "Brett, stay there. Act like a statue, and don't move." Eyes blazing with hatred, his younger brother complied. Bryan scooped up the diminishing Matt and snatched the wand from Brett as he passed on his way out of the room. They went down the hall to Bryan's own room, which looked bizarre with everything double the size. The last time he was in here, Bryan had been a normal teenager. Now he was a half-size replica of his own father with his tiny neighbor and a real live magic wand in his grasp.
Life was funny sometimes.
"All right, now, we must be far enough away. I want you to tell me what happened from the beginning," said Bryan.
Looking up at the hunky double of Mr. DeSoto, Matt thought fast about how to comply. He needed to recall the details of the lie he just told, then add more to the story and hope that neither Steve nor Mr. DeSoto would contradict him when they started moving again.
And he had to keep his eyes open for any opportunity to get that wand back!
Matt opened his mouth to start his story when he noticed something odd. Clasped in the huge copy of Mr. DeSoto's hand, he was still shrinking! It must be the huge copies of Mr. DeSoto's balls that were still doing this to him.
Bryan noticed this at the same time, and a his mouth formed a slight curl as he thought about this strange turn of events.