Special Delivery:
Russel's last package delivery of the day is far out in farm country, a small package for a Doctor Power. Doctor Power answers the door wearing strange goggles. Russel just wants a signature so he can drive back to HQ, clock out and go out drinking with his buddies.
But Doctor Powers insists that Russel come inside. Against his better judgement he finds himself agreeing. Entering the house. Following the doctor down the steps into his basement laboratory where all sorts of gizmos and gadgets are in development, and strange potions bubble on burners.
Doctor Powers snickers. "I see my control goggles are working just fine, aren't they my good man?"
"Control Goggles? What are you talking about." Russel feels himself getting lost in the strange red lenses of Doctor Powers' Goggles.
"You see I didn't just order a component I need for my new device." The doctor starts to open the package. "I also ordered up a handy test subject: You!"
"This is crazy, I need to . . . need to get home . . ."
"You need to do as I say!"
Russel feels frozen to the spot.
"Remove your shirt."
With extreme humiliation Russel unbuttons his shirt, revealing his studly, hairy, delivery man chest. The doctor laughs, approaches and runs his fingers up and down his torso. "Oh you'll be the perfect contrast. You see, you've just delivered the final component to my age reversal ray gun." The doctor screws the part from the box onto a strange zapper, and it hums to life. "I'm going to shrink you back into a little boy, and there's not a thing you can do to stop me!"