Nicholas, walking to his car, was at the edge
of the parking lot when he encountered the
pink fog.
The fog drifted on the breeze from the field
located near the parking lot. Nicholas barely
had time to notice the oncoming pink mist
before he was enveloped.
Although his skin tingled ever so slightly,
he didn't think too much about it until he
fished his key out to open his car door.
Suddenly, the key felt extremely heavy. In
shock, he noticed that the key was almost
larger than his entire hand!
Nicholas barely had time to glance around
him. His car towered over him like a
building. His shorts and T-shirt suddenly
collapsed in a heap around him, trapping the
bewildered man within their tent-like folds.
Nicholas suddenly felt dizzy as a musky odor
filled his nostrils. He found himself on his
hands and knees in a long, white tunnel. He
determined the material surrounding him was
like coarse cloth. He began to crawl toward
the tunnel's exit.
His stomach felt sick when he reached the
exit and looked out onto a stretch of red
fabric— his shorts. My God! Nicholas realized
he had crawled out of his own jockstrap! He
was standing in the middle of his own shorts.
He had shrunk to a size of no more than three
inches tall!
He would have panicked sooner, but he didn't
have the opportunity before he heard rumbling
voices and saw Malcolm and Evan, each a
titanic giant, walking across the parking
lot.