Mitch tugged on his oversized security guard pants and surveyed their strange surroundings. "I guess we should ask someone for help."
"I don't know, man," David said. "All these big men don't look like they're here to help us. Think we should split up and try to find some clothes that actually fit us?"
Just then Mitch turned to find himself face to face with the belly of an enormous well-dressed man. The man wore a black tuxedo and white dress shirt that bulged with his blimp-shaped belly. He wore polished dress shoes, silver cufflinks, and a long black tie. His round portly face beamed with a friendly smile, and he wore a shimmering monocle over one eye, with a sleek black top hat. "Hello, little boy!"
"Uh, hi." Mitch looked up at the man towering over him. "Who are you?"
"My name is Lord Bilford Bloatbelly."
"What kind of a name is that?" Mitch asked.
"All the men in the Daddy Dimension have names like that." He waved his hand dismissively. "I'm a very important aristocrat here in the Daddy Dimension, and I happen to be looking for a young ward to assist with odd jobs around my manor. You're new in town, correct?"
"Uh, I guess," Mitch scratched his head with his floppy sleeve. "But we're not really even supposed to be here. See me and my buddy David got like turned into kids, and we're just trying to get changed back."
"Your buddy?" Lord Bloatbelly produced a thick cigar from inside his jacket and lit it with a gold lighter. He glanced over at David who was searching the mall about ten feet away. "That little ruffian over there? Hm."
"Yeah, that's my friend. Hey David, maybe this guy can help!" Match called David over.
Lord Bloatbelly sized up both boys. "Well I'm afraid I only have one opening on my estate for a new boy, and I have no interest in this little scamp." He dismissed David with a wave of his hand and took a puff on his cigar.
"I'm not a little scamp." David crossed his arms, and his pants sagged, he fumbled and tugged his grown up pants back up. "C'mon Mitch, this guy's a big fat snob."
"Oh yeah?" Lord Bloatbelly stepped forward and bumped David with his enormous belly. David stumbled backward and clumsily tripped over his oversized clothes. Then Lord Bloatbelly loomed over Mitch, he blew a stream of cigar smoke down at Mitch.
Mitch's head swamp. The smoke was intoxicating. It made him feel dizzy. Powerless.
"Listen to my voice, little boy. You will soon belong to me. You will be my servant and be very excited to do chores for me around my mansion. You'll be a little gopher, eager to please me all the time. You'll scrub my floors, polish my silver, carry my golf clubs, and do whatever I ask of you. Do you understand, little boy?"
Mitch's eyes widened and his arms went slack, his oversized uniform slid off of him. "Yes, mister."
"You will respond with 'Yes, Lord Bloatbelly," the big man instructed.
"Yes, Lord Bloatbelly."
"Mitch, snap out of it!" David struggled to his feet and tried to help his friend, but Lord Bloatbelly simply blew a puff of smoke down at David and he collapsed, slack on the ground, falling helplessly asleep. "By the time you wake up, your friend will belong to me. Come along, boy. We're going to the clothing store to get you a caddy outfit. I've got an appointment on the green with a pack of big powerful men, and I'm eager to show them my new servant."
Mitch took his new lord and master by his fat, sweat palm. "Yes, Lord Bloatbelly." Mitch held up his oversized pants as Lord Bloatbelly led him to a fancy looking store across the way.