The bee-men all suddenly flew away as the old lady walked into view. She looked down at the honey coated man and grinned. Then she started to cackle with joy. Dean didn't find any of this funny. He was completely naked, covered in honey, and had a chunk of caramel in his mouth as a gag. What part of this was funny? He tried to move, but found it impossible.
"My oh my. What do we have here? Troublesome boys like you always getting caught in my good old traps." She reached down and plucked the 12 inch Dean from the hive. He sighed in relief. As embarrassing as this was, he was glad to be saved. Now if only he'd be able to wash all of this stuff off.
"Lets get you cleaned up."
Dean sighed again. He'd be free from this sticky stuff. She took him to a bin that was filled with hot water and dumped him into. Using a rag, she began to thoroughly wash off the honey and goo. The gunk slid off him in a slimy mess. She left nothing unwashed and he meant nothing. Dean was embarrassed to have a giant old wash his ass, getting deep in there, and his privates. She washed his hair and Dean managed to spit the gag out of his mouth.
Satisfied that Dean was clean, she picked him up and dried him off. She then placed him down on the table.
"Uh, thanks lady." Dean said, covering himself with his hands. "I appreciate it. Now, can you get me back to my normal size?" she laughed again. Did he mention how annoying that laugh was. "What's so funny."
"You dear. Now why would I grow you back to size?"
"Because you can't just leave me like this. People are bound to come looking for me."
"Dear child, no one's going to come looking for you."
"What about my friends!" Dean said defiantly. "They just went out to look for me."
"Now that's another story. They may know you're here, but they won't be leaving either. An old lady needs children to run a place you know. Food don't make itself."
"What are you talking about?"
"I make any child that comes to my house work for me. And young boys like you make great workers. Or sometimes great snacks. Sometimes decorations. Now come here child."
She reached down for Dean, but he was faster. He ran away from her. He mind have been shrunk down, but there were lots of places he could hide.
"Now don't be like that child. Don't you want to join you friend?" she asked, holding up a 10 inch tall Charlie, who was tied with string. He placed him on the table, where he wiggled around. Dean stared at his younger friend.
"Charlie!"
What was he going to do?