The Badboy Baboon grinned wickedly, waving the transformation remote in front of him. “You think you can stop me, Cyber Space Warriors? I’m just getting started! And now, I’ve got all three of you in my sights, right where I want you.”
Before they could react, a bright beam of light shot from the remote, hitting Alex, Luke, and Carl square in their chests. Their bodies tingled as the energy surged through them, and they looked at each other in confusion—until they realized what was happening.
“Oh no…” Alex muttered, his voice starting to rise in pitch.
“We’re shrinking!” Luke cried, his voice squeaking as his body slowly began to dwindle in size.
Carl, ever the jokester, tried to protest, but even his quip came out in a high-pitched squeal. “This… this isn’t funny!” His body was already half the size it had been moments ago.
The trio desperately tried to fight back, but their hands became tiny, their legs shrinking to the size of action figures. Their armor clattered to the ground around them, and their clothes parachuted out into a big pile around their diminishing naked bodies. With a comical plop, the mighty Cyber Space Warriors shrank right out of their clothes. The once-powerful heroes were now standing in a pile of their own oversized armor and suits, completely naked and barely four inches tall.
The Badboy Baboon leaned down with a cruel grin, watching them struggle. “Well, well, well! Look at the little warriors now. You’re nothing but toys!”
Kenny, still in full “bad boy” mode, let out a hearty laugh. “Man, they’re tiny! I could step on them!” He hovered his boot over the shrunken warriors, causing them to scramble backward in fear.
“Not so fast, little man,” the Baboon snickered, his massive fingers reaching out to pinch Carl between them, lifting him up like a doll. “We’re not done with you yet.”
Alex, Luke, and Carl flailed helplessly in the Baboon’s grasp as he tickled them with his massive, hairy fingers, their high-pitched giggles filling the air despite their protests. “Let us go!” Alex squeaked, his tiny fists pounding against the Baboon’s hand.
“Aww, what’s wrong? Don’t like being teased?” The Baboon poked Luke in the belly, causing him to double over in a fit of uncontrollable, squeaky laughter. Carl wriggled, trying to wriggle free, but it was no use.
Kenny, leaning casually against a wall, grinned. “So, what do we do with these little pests, huh? Can’t just leave them lying around. They might find a way to grow back.”
The Badboy Baboon’s grin grew wider. “I’ve got just the place for ‘em. My gym bag’s got some room left, and it’s full of nice, stinky laundry. How about that?”
Carl’s eyes widened. “No! Not the gym bag! Come on, you don’t have to—” His words were cut off as the Baboon tossed him into the air, catching him mid-fall in his massive paw.
The Baboon reached behind him, pulling out a filthy, tattered gym bag and unzipping it with dramatic flair. The warriors were immediately hit with the pungent smell of sweat, stale socks, and grimy jock straps. The air was thick with the overwhelming stench, the bag packed full of sweaty, crumpled clothing, dirty socks, and most disturbingly, a smelly simian jock strap resting right on top caked in wiry baboon fur.
“No, no, no!” Luke squealed as the Baboon dangled them over the mouth of the bag.
“Don’t you dare!” Alex shouted, his voice barely a squeak, but it was too late. One by one, the Badboy Baboon lowered them into the sweat-stained cavern of his laundry, the stench immediately making their tiny noses wrinkle.
“Enjoy your new home, Cyber Space Wimps,” the Baboon cackled as he dropped them into the stinking depths. They landed with soft thuds, surrounded by moist, sweaty clothes, the heavy scent of unwashed gym gear filling their lungs. Dirty socks and the smelly jock strap were all around them, trapping them in a suffocating prison of stench.
Kenny chuckled as he leaned over the bag, peering down at the tiny warriors with a cocky grin. “How’s the view from down there, Alex? Bet you wish you hadn’t tried to boss me around now.”
Alex struggled to push a massive sock off his chest, coughing from the foul odor. “Dad, please! Snap out of it! This isn’t you!”
But Kenny just shrugged, zipping the bag shut. “Sorry, bro, but this is where you belong now.”
Inside the dark, sweaty confines of the gym bag, the shrunken Cyber Space Warriors could only squirm helplessly, trapped in the stinking laundry, hoping for a chance to escape before it was too late.