In a flash, the photo had been taken and Emily grabbed at the developing picture hoping that it would be better for Rick— whatever he turned unto. When she looked at the picture. What she saw was a cute little orange-haired girl holding a doll. She had freckles, and was wearing light overalls. But what caught Emily’s attention wasn’t the girl, it was the doll that be girl was holding. It looked just like... the cat that rick has become. Emily couldn’t believe it, he had went from a cat to a simple rag doll version of one. Just to make sure Emily stuttered, “r-Rick?” In response the girl giggled. “No Ms. Emily, her name is Ricki.” She exclaimed, waving her doll around.
Rick was stunned. As the light subsided he found himself hoisted in the air by some little girl. That must’ve been Fuzz... he tried to move but couldn’t, and realized that his body had become nothing but stuffing and rags, with cute sewn on whiskers and button eyes. ‘Rick’s toy shop’ was written on his tag, with the added name ‘Ricki’. As the girl jumped about he felt himself bounce around as well, a nauseating experience.