Dean was enjoying himself as he ate. The other boys hung back and just watched as he ate food. Charlie decided to speak up.
"Shouldn't we wait like the lady said?" he asked the older teen.
"Why wait? There's lots of food." he said.
Dean picked up a lattle from a pot and poured it's contents down his gullot. "Hmm, honey. I love me some honey." he said.
"If you love it so much," a voice said in his head, "why don't you make it yourself?"
Suddenly, there was a bright puff of smoke. The guys covered their faces, waving through the smoke. When he cleared, dean was gone, but all his clothes were on the floor.
"Where'd he go?" Peter asked. Andrew walked over and picked up Dean's jean jacket and pants.
"Streaking?" he suggested. The others gave him a look. "What?"
"Come on, lets go look for him." Peter said.
"I'll go tell the girls," Charlie offered and went to where the old lady had taken the girls. The boys split up and walked away. What no one knew was Dean was still in the room. He had be shrunk down to a mere 12 inches. He climbed out of his clothes and looked around.
"Guys! Help! I'm down here!" he called after his friends, but no one seemed to notice. He got out of mountain of clothing and looked around. He was completely naked seeing how his clothes were too big for him. As he got out, he heard a loud buzzing loud. "What's that noise?"
Suddenly, a bee came out of no where and picked up him. "No! Let me go! Help! Someone help!"
The bee carried him across the room to a large caramel colored bee hive. He was tossed roughly against it and got stuck. The bee hive wasn't colored caramel, it was caramel! Honey flavored to Dean noted after getting a taste of it. The bee came down in front of Dean and to his surprise, it wasn't a bee, but a bee-man. He had the body of a man with hard shell of a bee, with bee wings and his head looked like a man's mouth on a bee's head.
"Join us." he said. "Join us and make honey caramel for the Lady."
"What? No! I'm not going to join you. For one, you're fugly. And second, I don't want to make honey for some old lady." He started to struggle, straining his muscles against the sticky hive. Everytime he pulled, his arm or leg would slap back against the hive and more of it was get stuck to it. His green eyes started to panic once h realized he was stuck and at the mercy of this bee-man.
"You will join us." the bee-man said. There was more buzzing and two or three more bee-men arrived, all surrounded Dean. One of them buzzed over and poured thick, sticky honey on top of Dean's head. The oozed down his body, sticking his his muscular chest and abs. Another came and poured more on him. The honey oozed down him and then the bees came up and stared rubbing it onto his toned form. Dean struggled against the bee-men as they bathed and lathered him in honey, leaving only his face.
"Get off! Help! Some one help me! No!"
A bee-man stuffed a thick chunk of hard caramel into Dean's mouth and his words became muffled as his body was coated in honey and felt to harden against the hive.