Ben was thoroughly vexed.
"Did he just call that wax figure Andy?" he quizzed in his mind, recalling that it did look quite like his friend.
Coupling it with the fact that his hands were now immobilized by whatever was in the huge pot he figured that this was really Andy and this whack job had somehow made him into a wax statue.
Not that he could think about it much at the moment as his converted friend was very quickly approaching him.
Andy couldn't control himself as he lunged for Ben to grab him. Luckily for Ben, he was in a boxing club (lightweight class), and he managed to duck and jump from under the statue's hold. He managed to roll on landing, and fortuitously, by the exit door. He'd have fought back but he couldn't form fists with his wax hands and knowing that it was Andy, he was torn between trying to get him out of this nightmare and running away.
"Gotta be smart about this!" he muttered, "sorry buddy, I'll get you out of this, I promise!" and reached for the door. His stiff hands fumbled but slipped off the handle. "Damn it!" he cursed, just managing to duck another grab attempt from Andy.
The Caretaker was not too bothered about Ben, he was busy trying to salvage what he could from the pot of magic wax. As powerful as it is as an alchemist tool,it was rendered useless once it touched anything aside from the pot that it was mixed in. Looking deep into the pot there wasn't much left, perhaps enough for one more statue. There were still maybe three or four more 'victims' wandering his vast mansion, he'd need to mix more special wax and there was one currently available source of the vital ingredient.
"A minor setback!" he proclaimed as he focused his attention on Ben.
He was still managing to dodge Andy's grasping hands, but he was getting tired, the last grab missed him by a hair. He rested one of his hands on a wax coated table just to pause for a breath, when he noticed something recognizable ringing next to him.
He looked next to him and by some fortune it was Andy's camera phone and the incoming call was from Zak. Ben couldn't grab the phone but he managed to tap the call button.
"Buddy? dudes? where are ya man?" Zak called out in his annoying voice, but Ben had no time to reply, as Andy had kicked the phone away and was making another move on Ben.
Ben went to jump to one side but he was jerked back. He looked to where he laid his hand, and found it holding onto the edge of the bench and no amount of pulling allowed him release giving Andy the opportunity to finally put a hold on his friend.
"That took too long Andy!" the Caretaker complained calmly as he approached Ben's squirming form with a hypodermic needle. His hand had let go of the bench but both of them were now locked grasping at Andy's muscular forearms. Thus there seemed to be no more escapes, as the Caretaker pushed the needle's paralytic serum into our hapless hero's jugular.