A hand reached into the lost and found. Fingers clasped around Ryan and soon he found himself tossed into a bag with several dozen other jock straps.
"Laundry?" thought Ryan.
"Hey Coach! Where do I put these?" said a voice.
"Take 'em to the storage in the back office."
"Why don't we just throw 'em out? They'll just sit there for years."
"District budget cuts," came the response. "Can't throw anything out anymore. They want us saving everything."
"Even these old jocks?"
"Hey, just throw 'em back there, okay?"
Whoever it was apparently did as he was told. Ryan looked desperately around the bag at the soulless other straps that surrounded him. Despair sank in.
"I'm gonna be a jock strap for the rest of my life," he thought.
He heard a door open and, by the grunts and sudden jerks of the bag, decided the guy carrying it must be navigating the back office.
"Man, I didn't even know all this stuff was back here," said the guy to himself. "Whoa...this stuff has gotta be thirty years old!"
"No!" thought Ryan. "Don't leave me here! I've gotta get out and find that dweeb and make him change me back!"
This was it. It would be difficult enough as it was for the dweeb to pick Ryan out from among three dozen jock straps. But there would be ZERO chance if Ryan wound up locked in the back of the school storage for thirty years!
"Ally-oop!" said the guy as he tossed the bag containing Ryan and the other jocks into a corner.
Ryan needed a miracle!