"Hey, what's the big idea! You shrunk me and my clothes," tiny Chad said holding his arms and legs at a 90 degree angle to his tiny body. His big boats of shoes looked more like tiny dinghies. He continued, "my clothes better be the right size when you change me back."
"Save your indignation for the show. It will be great for the act. Now shut up and listen puppet boy. I cannot change you back only you can. You've been cursed. You will remain a puppet until you win the talent show. Not any talent show, but this High School's Talent Show."
"Uh-uh, no way. I don't like being on stage in front of audiences, I can't talk, I freeze up. Now put me down, and take your grubby hand out of me."
"But week after week, you played in front of packed stadiums," the puppeteer protested.
"Hey, I didn't have to speak in front of them. You should have picked an actor. Now put me down."
The puppeteer set Chad down on the floor, and withdrew his hand. Chad took a half step, and collapsed in a heap with a wooden clunk.
"See puppet boy, you are just a dummy now. You can only move by borrowing my life force when my hand is in you. You can speak when I touch you, but you need my hand inside you, understand?"