It was cleaning day at the Hiltons family home and Izzie had it up to here with cleaning. "What I don't get is why we have these boxes of junk. Like, look at this box full of toys." Izzie pulled out a decent-sized box that was packed with toys from fast-food places and for preschool. "Nobody played with these in years and here they are, collecting dust and taking up space." The 15-year-old pushed the old box to the attic hatch for later donation.
Once Izzie finished pushing the somewhat heavy box, she sat down on a fold-up chair that she brought up to cool down. "I still don't understand why I am the only one doing the work up here. Sure Dad is driving the first load to the thrift store and that mom is at her classes, but why me?" Dress in her button-down shirt and skirt, Izzie looked like she was ready for the day out in town on a bright day rather than being cooped up in her dank attic.
After her short rest break, the young girl got back up again and opened another box. "Various strings and ropes, a couple of tubing, and a ball pump?" Izzie pulled out the little ball without a hole to insert the tubes. She had seen these types of pumps at her school, where players use these for quick inflation of their sports balls. Another search in the box and the surrounding area showed that the Hiltons didn't have a ball that needed to be inflated.
In fact, Izzie knows for certain that her family never had an inflatable, a sporting ball, or otherwise. While Izzie was wondering about the conundrum in front of her, she was absentmindedly squeezing the ball. Since Izzie's thoughts weren't focusing on a specific item, the power within the inflation ball randomly inflated an object. And that item was Izzie's old doll in the toy box.
Since the box was behind Izzie, she didn't see the doll's body blowing up. Bigger and bigger the old doll blew out of its box, with its limbs getting sucked into its torso. By the time Izzie turned around and stopped squeezing the ball, the doll was bouncing on the roof. It's inflated so much that the only way to tell that it was a doll was to peer into one of the five depressions on the ball to find its hands or head. When Izzie managed to grab the floating orb above her, she was surprised that it still felt like fabric and felt, not latex like she thought it was.
"I wonder..." Izzie grabbed the pump ball and this time focused her thinking on another junk in the attic, this time on her mother's statuette of some old guy. "If this ball pump did that to my old toy, could I do the same on something else?"
One squeeze, the statuette's head puffed up a little.
Another squeeze, the statuette's head is bigger than its body.
One last squeeze, the statuette is floating due to its swelled head.
Izzie giggles at the funny image that she has done with the inflation pump. Another inspection of her mother's figure of a man showed that it still felt hard like metal. "What else can I do with this inflating pump ball?" Izzie pondered while looking around the attic and herself.