David let out a small chuckle. "You sure are..." he said, looking down at the three, humanoid foxes. "Heck, you'll be lookin' like *real* foxes in no time!"
"That's not funny," muttered Scott with a scowl. "Quick, let's see if the 'Up' arrow on that Chest will reverse this..."
Before the four-foot-tall foxes could react, David stepped past them and grabbed the Chest up from the floor and held it in his arms. "I think we should ride this out, boys..." he said with a grin.
"What?"
"Hey!" Timothy and Saul looked stunned as David glanced around the room and put the box on a high shelf.
"There we go..." he said as he loomed back closer to the shrinking trio. "Now, let's see... What should we do while we wait for you to stop shrinking?"
Saul, Timothy and Scott exchanged glances as they looked up at the towering "12-foot-tall" man. "Look, Dave, this isn't funny," said Scott. "We're people, not toys!"
"Actually, you're foxes," replied the giant, casually. "Foxes who are going to put on a little show for me..."
David licked his lips and sat down in the overstuffed chair on one side of the room. Each of the slowly shrinking foxes watched him warily. He beckoned to them with one hand while his other one stroked the crotch of his pants. "Come here..." he said, languidly.