Doug lays on the counter wondering if he doomed to be a tasty treat, while people start to wander into the apartment for the party. A couple of people notice the odd smiley face pizza, but its the pizzas that are still in boxes that get carried into the other room and eaten.
After an hour, as the party has really gotten going, Doug can suddenly feel his arms and legs again. Hoping to be normal again, he stands up, and then hops off of the counter. Looking up he notices that he is still very short, much too short in fact, and he can still taste cheese and pepperoni.
Turning to look at his stainless steel fridge he finds himself looking at the reflection of a pizza with short stubby arms and legs.
"This is messed up! Hey, I can talk!" He finds it odd to see the pepperoni mouth open and close as he talks. He looks down and also notices that he has grown a short pepperoni stick between his bread legs. "I'm a spicey pizza!", he laughs as he rubs the pepperoni and is rewarded with a wave of pleasure.