The Badboy Baboon’s cruel grin widened as he twirled the transformation remote in his hand, eyeing both Alex and his shrunken, helpless father. He raised the remote high, pointing it directly at Kenny, who was still crouching nervously behind the couch.
“Oh, you’re gonna love this,” the Baboon sneered. “Your dad’s about to become way more fun.”
“Kenny, no!” Alex shouted, trying to leap forward, but he was too slow. The Baboon pressed the button, and a beam of chaotic energy shot across the room, hitting Kenny square in the chest.
Kenny’s small body froze for a second, his eyes going wide with shock as the beam washed over him. Then, almost instantly, his posture slumped and his face broke out into a goofy, wild grin. The sharp intelligence that remained in his gaze from his days as an adult seemed to drain away, replaced with the unfocused, reckless energy of a hyperactive, undisciplined kid.
“Hehehe, what’s going on?!” Kenny giggled uncontrollably, his arms flailing in the air. His eyes crossed for a moment before uncrossing, his cheeks puffing out like he was barely able to contain his wild laughter. “I feel all wobbly and silly! Hehe! Look, Alex, I’m a—I'm a dancing noodle!” Kenny declared as he began spinning around in circles, his arms flapping around as if they had minds of their own. His oversized clothes twirled with him, only making the sight even more ridiculous.
Alex’s stomach dropped. “Dad—uh, Kenny, stop!” He tried to grab his father’s arm, but Kenny just twisted away, bouncing around like a maniac, completely lost to the childish transformation.
“Wheeee!” Kenny cried, grabbing a cushion from the couch and tossing it into the air like a frisbee. “Alex! Look at this! It’s flying! Whooosh!”
The Badboy Baboon burst out laughing, his voice booming as he watched the chaos unfold. “Oh, this is too rich! Look at your old man now—what a joke! Instead of a responsible father, you’ve got yourself a full-on goofball. Good luck keeping that brat in check, Cyber Warrior!”
Kenny, now fully taken over by his goofy new persona, grabbed a handful of chips from the coffee table and stuffed them into his mouth, chewing with his mouth wide open. Crumbs spilled everywhere as he laughed through his snack, crumbs trailing down his chin. “Nom-nom-nom! Alex! Can we go to the circus? I wanna ride an elephant! YAHOO!”
Alex groaned in frustration, dodging the flying debris as Kenny danced and pranced around the living room, his tiny hands grabbing anything he could find to play with. His previously rugged and responsible dad had been reduced to a hyper, out-of-control child.
“Hey, Dad, stop it! You’re making a mess!” Alex yelled, dodging as Kenny tossed a pillow across the room.
But Kenny wasn’t listening. He was in his own little world now, throwing himself onto the couch, rolling around like a little kid who had too much sugar. “This is so fun, Alex! I’m the king of the couch! You can’t stop me!” Kenny jumped up and down on the couch. "I wanna be a helicopter when I grow up!"
The Badboy Baboon cackled, clearly enjoying the sight. “Oh, this is just perfect! Now you’ve got two problems: dealing with me and your loony little dad. Hope you’re ready to babysit, Red Warrior!”
Alex gritted his teeth, his fists tightening in frustration. “You’re gonna pay for this!”
But before he could charge, the Baboon twirled the remote one last time, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. “Sorry, kid, but I’ve got bigger plans now—and with this remote in hand, nothing’s gonna stop me.” He glanced at Kenny, bouncing up and down on the couch, completely lost in his goofy antics. “Good luck getting him back to normal!”
And with that, the Badboy Baboon pressed a button on his wrist, and in a flash of light, he teleported away, leaving Alex alone with the mess.
Alex let out a deep breath, glancing over at his dad, who was now wearing the couch cushions like a superhero cape. “Dun-dun-duuun! Captain Goofball is here to save the day!” Kenny shouted, jumping off the couch and landing in a heap on the floor, giggling like it was the funniest thing in the world.
Alex ran a hand through his hair, exasperated. “Oh man, this is bad.” He crouched down, trying to get Kenny’s attention. “Dad, you’ve got to snap out of it. You’re—you're acting like a total goof.”
But Kenny just grinned, grabbing Alex by the arm and tugging him toward the kitchen. “Come on, Alex! Let’s make spaghetti and pretend it’s worms! I love worms! Hehehe!”
Alex groaned again, realizing just how much trouble he was in. Not only had the Badboy Baboon gotten away with the transformation remote, but now he had a dad-turned-little goofball on his hands, and no idea how to fix either problem.
“Great,” Alex muttered to himself. “Now I’m stuck babysitting this.”
As Kenny giggled uncontrollably and ran around the house, pretending to be various animals and superheroes, Alex knew he had to find a way to set things right. But with the remote gone and Kenny acting more like an overexcited kid than ever, it wasn’t going to be easy.