Security Guards Mitch and David found their way into the Daddy Dimension, the same place where Winston Wydeloade took Ray. And soon after, an investigator started looking into the strange disappearances at this particular office building.
Detective Steve Spade uncovered a weird connection to Dad Corporation, a corporate entity that owned all the office space ont he top floor. The C.E.O. a Mr. Buford Blubberbottom met with Detective Spade a few days later. It was an informal meeting. Dad Corp wasn't implicated in any wrongdoing yet, but Steve soon found out there was an incredible power behind the corporation and its connection to the mysterious Daddy Dimension. Steve was a hard, no-nonsense 40-year-old known for his sharp mind. On the afternoon in question he sat opposite Mr. Blubberbottom in his luxurious office.
Mr. Blubberbottom, a jolly and rotund man, sat behind his desk with a grave expression. "Deterctive, I've heard you're looking into the unfortuante disappearances. I'm happy to help in any way that I can."
"Well I just have a few questions." Steve's heart pounded in his chest. He wasn't accustomed to feeling nervous, but something didn't feel right about the large, imposing man. "Mr. Blubberbottom, have you noticed anything unusual around the building?"
A sly smile played on Mr. Blubberbottom's lips. "Oh yes. All the time. You see there's always been a rift here on this lot. That's why my company made sure to buy and office here, just to keep an eye on things."
"A rift?" Steve was starting to feel a strange tingle. His arms relaxed at his side. There was something strange, almost hypnotic about Mr. Blubberbottom's voice.
"Yes. A rift to the Daddy Dimension." Mr. Blubberbottom chuckled. "Have you ever been there?"
"Daddy . . . dimension?" Steve's head spun. "I don't understand. That sounds like . . . nonsense."
"It's a special place where big, powerful men like me come from. Guy like you sometimes end up there too, but they rarely stay the same."
"What do you mean?" He managed to rub his temples. He shook his head and tried to regain his composure. "What's going on here, Mr. . ." He struggled to come up with the fat man's name. "Blubberbottom? Say what kind of a name is that anyway?"
"A normal one for those of us who come from the Daddy Dimension. Steve, my boy, I can see you're a little confused. Would you like me to tell you more about the Daddy Dimension? I could even take you there?"
"I..." Steve stared into the big man's eyes. He felt lost in them. "Yes. I know want to know more about the Daddy Dimension."
"OK," Mr. Blubberbottom said. "But there's one condition. I need you to just sit there for a few minutes and listen to some of my corny dad jokes."
Confused but eager to get to the bottom of the case, Steve reluctantly agreed. Little did he know that Mr. Blubberbottom's dad jokes held a magical secret.
Mr. Blubberbottom began with a classic, "Why did the scarecrow win an award? Because he was outstanding in his field!" Steve couldn't help but roll his eyes at the corniness of the joke.
"Mr. Blubberbottom, I don't have time for nonsense." Suddenly, a strange sensation enveloped Steve. It started as a tickling at the back of his neck, a subtle warmth that radiated through his body. Bewildered, Steve touched his face, only to find that his skin was smoother, and the lines that once etched his features were fading away.
Mr. Blubberbottom continued, "What do you call fake spaghetti? An impasta!"
A burst of laughter escaped Steve, and the tickling sensation intensified. Steve felt a lightness in his chest and realized he was physically changing.
With each corny dad joke, Steve regressed in age. The sensation moved down his body, making his clothes feel looser and his limbs feel lighter. The office chair seemed to grow larger beneath him, and soon he stood as a 35-year-old, then a 30-year-old, then 25.
"Wanna hear another one?" Mr. Blubberbottom grinned.
"Please," Steven giggled. "Something weird is happening. I need to--"
"Did you hear about the mathematician who's afraid of negative numbers? He'll stop at nothing to avoid them!"
Steve busted a gut. His sleeves ballooned around his wrists. He shrank into a 16 year old boy. He felt giddy and silly and suddenly extremlye aroused. "Mr. Blubberbottom what's happening to me?"
"You're turning into a boy again," Mr. Blubberbottom said. "I think I like you better this way. What do you think?"
Steve chuckled. "I'm sposta be a man. You gotta stop. I feel . . . feel . . ."
"Funny? Here's a funny one. Why don't oysters donate to charity? Because they are shellfish!"
Steve laughed even harder. Now he was shrinking rapidly. Going from 14 to 12 and dwindling into a a 10-year-old boy swamped in a big man's suit. His grown up shoes plopped onto the floor. He hugged his sides as he laughed and laughed.
"All right, sport, that's enough. I think you get the idea now, don't you?"
Steve looked up at Mr. Blubberbottom with wide, innocent eyes. Within a matter of moments, he suddenly found the once corny jokes to be the funniest things he had ever heard, and he wanted desperately to hear more of them.
Mr. Blubberbottom, now wearing a knowing smile, patted the young Steve on the head. "Well, my boy, it seems you got to the bottom of the mystery. How about a tour of the Daddy Dimension?"
Steve, now seeing Mr. Blubberbottom as a father figure, nodded with a childlike grin.